Who:
whipfist and
soldiershinWhen: Today (Nov. 19th), sometime during the daylight hours
Where: Around the edges of Sector 6 (near Jomy's shiny new apartment)
Summary: Jomy gets pinged by a random rage-fit (spoilers: it's Alex) and goes to investigate.
Warnings: Probably nothing?
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Jomy... ?
Alex relaxed a bit, straightening himself up and turning fully toward. He didn't completely trust him but he'd gotten a sense of genuineness, at least, that he didn't have any ulterior motives.
"Hi."
It was a bit awkward-sounding, like he wasn't expecting this at all - which he wasn't, but there it was. The sense of anger was still there, but slowly dissipated as he stood there, trying to greet Jomy like a normal person.
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He continued his approach forward until he stopped at an arm's length away, keeping that polite, but not unfriendly, distance between them. Jomy smiled in silent greeting, his head tilting a fraction to give away his curiosity prematurely.
"Hello," he returned. What he really wanted to know: what happened? Are you alright? Things he couldn't quite say, not without feeling a need to explain why he started off the conversation in such a manner. Perhaps it was even just a transient thing, as the anger was already beginning to ease away. Nothing he had to ask after (yet ( ... )
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"I hate this city."
Alex replied bluntly, with some venom but otherwise it was rather casual, like he was used to hating things. His eyes had shifted to glance behind Jomy, at the streets, before focusing back on him. An icy stare.
"What are you doing here?"
Because he was still under the impression that Jomy lived in the same apartments as him.
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With a soft 'hm' (neither agreement nor disagreement), Jomy shifted his attention to answering the question instead, carefully lifting the hand holding onto the small plastic bag into Alex's line of sight.
"I was buying some fruit," he said mildly, "Food is probably sold cheaper elsewhere, but-" A short pause, followed by his smile turning a bit sheepish. "I don't enjoy the cold very much."
Probably not what Alex was really asking after, but it was as true of an answer as any other. What was left implied was the fact that he now lived nearby - a little further out than their current location, at the near-boundary of the sector. But that was just extra detail, likely not very interesting. Though while they were on ( ... )
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"... Nothing."
Which was half-true, he wasn't doing anything in particular out here apart from familiarizing himself with this piece of the city. But mostly he didn't feel like discussing his plans. Didn't like that they weren't solid, and maybe he wouldn't be able to hold his word to it.
And for the second time so far in the city, he would suggest a solution for the cold.
"Maybe you need a jacket."
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So looking down briefly at his attire: "A thicker one, yes. I bought a couple of sweaters before, but the city only seems to get colder."
Ah, the cold. He was quickly discovering that it was one of those things that made him as irritable as any other person of his projected age, as well as making him whine about it even when he didn't mean to. A shake of the head; this was no good.
He eyed Alex's own choice of clothes, gave a small shrug-like motion as he gathered limbs into himself a little more. "Do you like coffee, or tea?" A beat. "Hot chocolate?"
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"I don't know. Why?"
Because the idea of someone offering him food or a drink was still odd, he treated it more like some sort of survey question than something for him to answer based on his own liking.
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I don't know? That was another interesting response; was it because he'd never tried any of it? Not that Jomy had any right in pointing fingers; there was a lot of things in this city that he'd never tried (or seen, or heard) before. With a slight shift, he half-turned to glance over at a place about half a block away. He'd never been there, but not many places could do too badly with coffee, tea, or hot chocolate, he'd found.
Eyes back on Alex, a questioning expression crossed Jomy's face. "If you have the time, of course. I don't mind buying."
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That pause was heavy, it was almost tangible and it came with an answer that sounded almost hesitant. Alex had flung himself at tanks and gun turrets and helicopters, but the idea of interacting one-on-one with someone he didn't know too well while trying to act normal and socially-acceptable? That made him a little unsure.
But part of him liked Jomy's presence. He seemed ridiculously calm, level-headed, and of course nice to him. Few people were. That put him on a good side, at least.
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Still not cold himself but noticing that shiver in the other, he thought about speaking up but decided not to. And suddenly they were there. A cafe. Not terribly crowded, but there were people, and the fact that the place was small put him on edge. A little claustrophobia, sure.
"... There."
Alex pointed to a spot in the corner, one place a lacking some life and less out in the open.
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. . . Well. He could still (try to) enjoy this, in any case. Alex felt- odd (weird? But that wasn't an unusual thing to feel in Siren's Port), to say the least, but he was also honest, and friendly toward him in an awkward way - the fact that he spoke so publicly about going against SERO (and even tried to, later on) also earned him some trust. While Jomy definitely wouldn't mind feeling a decreased level of bottled anger and paranoia (among other things), those weren't that difficult to push aside ( ... )
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Alex grabbed the menu and stared at it, eyes drifting over the words. Slowly, like some recalled memory he was placing images to the names - some of them - from other's memories, but he had no idea what to get. He didn't eat, didn't drink. The last time he'd drank something it'd been at that Halloween party, or whatever that thing had been... couldn't understand people's preoccupation with the stuff. Then again, it was required for them to live.
Safe? That was doubtful, but Jomy seemed to have some sort of intuition that he didn't have, so Alex tried to relax. A little ( ... )
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Leaning back again, he offered, "If you don't mind sweet beverages, hot chocolate isn't too bad."
His eyes flickered belatedly to the faint marks on Alex's face, curiosity almost getting the better of him before he managed to rein in the kneejerk questions. It was with some effort that he switched out those words to instead say: "Er. I'm probably going to get that myself."
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