I know you, I walked with you

[puffin_magic]

Who: Valdi, Raivis, Loto, Toris, Zhi (OPEN to all Deadbros)
What: Deadbro party Something so simple as picking up a parcel turns into complete chaos
Where: Charleston Lobby
When: Sunday 7th November
Rating: M for Moe. Lots of it.

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Are you ready for this Clash of the Moe, murder buddy?

[man_nav_naudas]

Or Raivis could have been utterly wrong and did, in fact, look spectacularly conspicuous in this building he couldn't quite shake he belonged in just as much as his home. Because Toris lived there, he reminded himself. Because other individuals he knew resided in the upper levels.

Each behind marked doors. Most with partners.

Partners. Partner.

He twitched. Valdi's voice came as an accusation rather than a heralding, booming in his ear and though the sound had not been emitted loudly, it struck him like a gunshot.

Around his phone, his fingers curled tight enough to whiten yet gradually, slowly, he lowered it to his pocket. He turned an equally forced, polite smile on the young man addressing him. Barren of the sensation of dying or of seeing red, red blood he did still harbor a mutual sense of companionship, of familiarity. Like he needed to protect this person and in return, be protected.

But what could be said? What could be done?

"Ah..." Raivis colored, some nameless shame rising to his cheeks. "H-hello... I um- was j-just visiting. My cousin lives here but I...d-didn't know you...did as well...?"

He would have hit himself for that if he didn't feel it would somehow antagonize the situation.

So moe the Charleston will melt around /awkward turtles

[puffin_magic]

"I'm sharing a room with my bro- uh...Sindre."
This time the smile was more natural, as he gradually became comfortable with the situation.
Raivis was not dead, he was not dying, and the world was as it should be.

"It seems everyone lives here, huh."
However at that thought Valdi seemed to pale slightly, inhaling deeply and looking anywhere but his companion.
G-Great. He probably thinks I'm mental now.

Why was it so hard to have a normal conversation? Why was it, that out of everyone that could've, should've entered the Charleston Lobby, it had to be Raivis.
Valdi shook his head, trying to clear it of unwanted thoughts and images.

"I don't think I've met your cousin.."

Then I'll just stop the world and melt with you-?

[man_nav_naudas]

"Or at Centralia, yes."

Laughter churned, bubbling in Raivis's chest, rising with words in his throat, making them lilt as they moved his lips and tongue. The absurdity of the awkwardness between them, the unmentionable, the inability to label the source of the link that had suddenly manifested and shackled them together became a funny peculiarity. Valdi was a nice fellow, he was a quiet, normal individual who happened to be Sindre's- a friend's- younger sibling and Peter's- his spouse's- acquaintance. There shouldn't have been a need to be distressed over an underlying implication of deja vu.

The curve of his reserved grin turned kinder, softer. "It's Toris, by the way. Toris Lorinaitis. I haven't seen him in a while so I thought since I was here... How is your brother? How are you?"

<3

[puffin_magic]

It was true what they say, a smile really is contagious.
The way that Raivis lit up, laughing as if the world had been lifted from his shoulders; Valdi had never seen him that way before.

And it made him realise just how ridiculous he'd-they'd- been acting.
How grateful he was that Raivis had walked through that door because- despite the kidnapping, the mafia, work- that moment told him that everything was going to be alright.

"He's fine. I'm fine. We're uh, working together now so-"
And then it clicked,
"Toris! He runs the bookshop, right?"

After all, the boy only frequented there at least once a week.