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[cacoethic]

Who: Eike & Tamaki.
What: Eike wants to meet Tamaki. Tamaki is bored and would enjoy the company.
Where: The new home Genkaku and Tamaki have relocated to, since their old house sort of collapsed like a flan.
When: About now.

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[todefydestiny]

What happened? Why did they have to move? Eike had gone to visit their old residence first, uncertain as to why other than to see what had happened. There was really only so much that could be said in words; some things just had to be seen. His breathing had temporarily ceased when he saw the destruction of the building. It lasted long enough that his chest actually had to start to ache before he remembered that air was needed for life. (What a depressing way it would be to die.) He lightly touched the ruined wall and instantly thought of Doctor Wagner and his family. Who could have done this? It was really only something of a miracle that Genkaku and Tamaki had not been killed in the obvious explosion

ldmdl oh my god times two now with fewer typos. D:

[cacoethic]

There.

Not a few moments after the knocking bled through the door, Tamaki was flinging it open with open, welcome arms, apparently brimming with delight. It was surprising how much a relief it felt just to see Eike again; he didn't tend to think of himself as the sort of person who depended on social affairs to get by, but being deprived of his role in the prison had certainly taught him over time that he needed to have something, anything stimulating to play with, or he'd drive himself mad.

If only the social structure had some hierarchy, some hill to climb, he could probably get somewhere. For now, though

[todefydestiny]

"No, nothing like that." With his free hand, he lightly waved off the concerns. His fingers lightly clenched around the gift that he had for Tamaki. Eike wondered how he could possibly begin to say this to him. He closed his eyes for a second as he continued to walk forward, trying to think of how best to answer. Opening and jolting from his walk as he nearly walked straight into a wall

[cacoethic]

Oh! Tamaki thought as Eike produced the cigars like a precious memento, carefully transferring it from his hands to Tamaki's. How typical.

Tamaki took the crumpled, dusty, trodden-flat mess from Eike's hand - having very little choice, after all - and gave it a strange look before he could help himself. Honestly, who would look at something like that and think it held any kind of sentimental value, any more? If Eike had returned something of genuine, transferrable value, it might be different. And if Tamaki's mood weren't lifted, if he were still as cynical as he had been, he would have excused himself, retrieved a bat of some kind, and beaten Eike to death with it.

But that was what made Eike so damn enjoyable, wasn't it? That he was like a foolish animal bringing presents and seeking approval and a truth he could believe in? So Tamaki tucked the crushed cigars into his back pocket with a pleased sound, clapping his free hand around Eike's and giving it an affectionate, friendly, only vaguely too-tight squeeze. "Well! Isn't that