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[subject_e0057]

Characters: Praise (Hallelujah, subject_e0057) and Gundam (Setsuna, codename_potato), OPEN TO Range (Lockon, wartimenovelty)
Date/Time: Forward dated to I don't even know when. Sometime next month. After the Pox, and after Raise moves into his own fucking place.
Location: Section 1
Rating: I have no clue. Let's go with PG-13 for now.
Summary: Susan, Leif, and Ocean are retarded at ungodly

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[codename_potato]

Gundam had needed to shower and change after getting thoroughly filthy crawling around fixing some of Section 1's electrical wiring, and appliance--and then other odd jobs he'd been asked to help with, while he was around. He'd taken advantage of the communal showers--the open showers didn't bother him the way they had bothered Honor--but when he'd asked Raise to use his house to change, he hadn't counted on being stared at as he got dried and dressed.

Showering in a room full of naked strangers was absolutely no problem for Gundam. He didn't care. Toweling dry in front of a staring Praise, on the other hand? Not only did the presence of the man leave him mildly unsettled to begin with, but the staringGundam finished toweling dry, and quickly, uncomfortably, pulled on his boxers. He reached for his pants and slipped one leg through before glancing over his shoulder to consider Praise's blank, fixed look. He had no idea that the man was, in fact, shutting Raise off. He just felt vaguely creeped out and uncomfortable. He checked to

[subject_e0057]

"Ah?" His eyes seemed to instantly snap to focus as he was spoken to, head jerking slightly. What was Gundam going on about? His eyes narrowed, upper lip curling back in a snarl. "Don't be such a vain little bitch, I'm not fucking staring at you." It wasn't his decision that Gundam was changing right there at that particular time. If Gundam was uncomfortable, it was a personal problem of his

[codename_potato]

Gundam straightened as he fastened his pants, actually looking at Praise close and critically. The hairs on the back of his nick were standing on end. The man was talking like the evil twin... Or like Praise. Praise, he had to remind himself, not the twin.

And just because praise was a team mate didn't make him not a dangerous entity. Gundam hadn't really encountered Raise's other half that much--he'd seen him a bit on the journals, but in person his most memorable experience was the evil twin version. But how much more control did the original have? He recalled during the hotsprings even that Praise had boasted of keeping Raise pinned, when they were in separate bodies... Could he do the same, mentally?

He let the insults pass. It wasn't that he was vain, he was just truly uncomfortable with the staring. But still.

"What is the matter?" He questioned, noting the pained look.

ksdefjals so sorry for the late. ._.;

[subject_e0057]

Another annoyed glance at Gundam. It was almost as though the other man was less socialized than they were. "Nothing," He spat out. His upper lip curled slightly as he sat up, glancing at the other man. "Why the hell do you care? Don't you hate us, or some shit?" Whatever the deal was. They had been able to piece together what had happened based on his double's boasting on the journals, but it hadn't really ever been spoken about. Mentioning or questioning it would probably have pushed Sniper over the edge, Aurora would have spoken about it too clinically, and Gundam was clearly uncomfortable