We never get respect, never a fair trial

[revengeslance]

Who: Ken and Shinji
When: August 27, afternoon
Where: P3Place
Summary: An intensely awkward conversation between a shota and the guy he can't stand
Warnings: Fail and awkward. Oh, and P3 spoilers

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[weaktobullets]

The afternoons with just he and Ken in the apartment were probably the worst ones he had to spend in the Port-- with Mitsuru and Minako working and Akihiko... probably out training, really, it just left himself (The unemployeed one,) and the kid. it would be better when Ken had school, he was sure, but for now it was just... uncomfortable

[revengeslance]

School started too soon in Ken's mind. He didn't want to deal with being a new student on top of a newcomer here. Even a kid could tell that the people who'd been here their whole lives weren't found of the recent arrivals. Ken had the feeling that school was going to be incredibly awkward for him, even if it did mean he didn't have to spend afternoons around Shinji all the time.

Ken had no way to know that Shinji knew what October 4th would likely have in store for him. He'd seen other people be told about the differences in time points, but everyone here seemed pretty much the same as ever, so he didn't have a reason to think they were all from his future. Hopefully someone would bring it up before the big day came if only to prevent the inevitable from happening.

He didn't say anything to Shinji when he came into the room. Avoiding him was the easier way of dealing with things. "I had breakfast." But not lunch. Ken didn't feel too hungry today for some reason. "You don't need to make me anything, Shinjiro-san."

[weaktobullets]

He glanced up, frowning for a second. "Breakfast was a while ago," He rolled a shoulder. What, did Ken think he was going to poison him?

...Well, actually, he might have for all Shinjiro knew. Or maybe he saw it as a sort of insult to his mother to even consider associating with him. He glanced down at the counter for a moment, stomach knotting for a moment. He couldn't blame Ken, really. In fact that sort of thing was all too deserved.

He didn't fight the issue, though, instead quietly moving things in the kitchen and trying not to earn the attention of Roland looking for scraps. The last thing he needed was to take away Ken's 'pillow' as well. Still, the silence was oppressive, and he was keenly aware of each movement, the way a spoon clattered when he dropped it to the counter, how audible his quite 'Fuck it,' was.

"You got all your school shit picked up yet?" he glanced up again, just trying to fill in the gaps with meaningless conversation.

[revengeslance]

Poison didn't even cross Ken's mind. Between not being hungry and acting friendly enough towards Shinji, he just didn't want to bother him more than he really needed to. And Ken wanted to learn how to cook on his own anyway. He'd never become as good a cook as his mother if he didn't try, right?

Roland shifted under Ken, but he didn't move completely until Ken started to pet his belly. He rolled over then and Ken smiled. The quiet around them was weird, of course, but Ken tried not to think too much about it. Shinji was probably just being his grumpy self, he figured.

"Huh? Uh, I think I've got everything ready for school once it starts. Are you gonna start working soon like Mitsuru-san and Minako-san do?" Ken asked, faking his curiosity.