[This twigs some memory, but every time Kage tries to grasp it, the fact of the matter slithers out from between his mental fingers like a minnow. B's machine got turned on and then there was a 24 hour period that's... hazy. Kage squints. ]
[Finally. It'd been far, far too long since they've hit the gym for some fighting - so for Chase, this was already long overdue. Hell, he knew he was walking right into another friendly asskicking, but hey; he was learning valuable life skills, here.]
[And so he waited - somewhat impatiently - at the gym, for Kage to get there.]
[Kage had eaten in Carnival, technically. He was still thin, having dropped weight, but no longer were his eyes dull and dead in his skull. His uniform jacket was gone and he wore a black t-shirt, his boots flaking dried mud, dirt on his pants, scratches on his arms.
He sauntered into the gym and looked around for Chase. ]
[Chase hadn't seen or heard from Kage in weeks - and that was a long damn time on a boat where there was nothing at all to do a whole lot of the time. His last memory of the man was as a broken mess, mourning a loss, in a bad place; didn't know what to do with himself and put a bullet in his head. Then put one in Chase's.]
Hey.
[He felt pity for Kage, and he hated it. It seemed wrong, like pitying a proud lion. There was a strength there that needed to be built up again, Chase saw it; he looked on Kage now, and saw a weary, wary, emaciated man - and h'd be damned if he'd let Kage stay that way.]
[His body might be weaker and there might have been some new crack running through the centre of an already flawed heart, but the heart beat strongly nonetheless. Kage was a survivor and he endured.
His smile was flinty, his eyes sharp and hard, and he recognized the kindness in Chase's words and gestures like someone puzzling the meaning out of a language they'd once spoken but hadn't conversed in for a long, long time. ]
Hn.
[Kage rubbed a hand over his jaw. Food. Right. Sure. Needed food, technically.]
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Kital.
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[Kage's doing better, which is a relief, and Chase extends silent understanding; no questions asked.]
Spar?
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Yeah, sure. Why th'fuck not. Gym, eh?
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[Finally. It'd been far, far too long since they've hit the gym for some fighting - so for Chase, this was already long overdue. Hell, he knew he was walking right into another friendly asskicking, but hey; he was learning valuable life skills, here.]
[And so he waited - somewhat impatiently - at the gym, for Kage to get there.]
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He sauntered into the gym and looked around for Chase. ]
Kital.
[Fondness in his voice.]
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Hey.
[He felt pity for Kage, and he hated it. It seemed wrong, like pitying a proud lion. There was a strength there that needed to be built up again, Chase saw it; he looked on Kage now, and saw a weary, wary, emaciated man - and h'd be damned if he'd let Kage stay that way.]
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Okay, Bro.
There might be spit in it, but we're getting some food in you, first.
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His smile was flinty, his eyes sharp and hard, and he recognized the kindness in Chase's words and gestures like someone puzzling the meaning out of a language they'd once spoken but hadn't conversed in for a long, long time. ]
Hn.
[Kage rubbed a hand over his jaw. Food. Right. Sure. Needed food, technically.]
Sure, whatever y'want.
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