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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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[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.

He snapped the book shut and sat up slightly straighter, mismatched eyes rolling for a moment. "And don't fucking accuse me of staring at you." Goddamnit, where had he been? He ran his fingers through his hair. He had been attempting to locate how to isolate the senses... and perhaps manipulating his reference of time, or even memories could be useful. He doubted he'd even gain that much control over their mind, able to run it like a computer, but it was worth attempting, wasn't it?

He settled back, but it was too late- not he was distracted by the irritating kid in the room and his obvious uncomfortable air.

"Fucking distracting..." He growled, closing his eyes for a moment. His head hurt now.

[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.

He tossed the book aside and stood, regarding the other man. He had no idea what his double's tastes had been. Young, socially inept, tan guys? There was probably some other reasoning that he didn't care enough to think about.

"So are you just going to stay here, do you have other things to do, or what?" he might as well make a vague attempt at civility. After all, Raise wanted to be this kid's friend. (Why he kept regarding the othe rman as a 'kid', he wasn't sure- after all, Gundam was about the same age as he was- but he had always seemed younger in his dreams and memories.)