dreamed i was missing

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[ofthegun]

There's surely some part of genetics that involves brother radar - brodar, if you will - running at all hours, because Kobra Kid is more than familiar with it. It's like his body senses the sudden absence in the Trans-Am; five people down to four, and the distance is growing... he's never been a very deep sleeper, and it's like he knows something is wrong before he's even awake enough to know that something is wrong.

It's a feat of agility and stealth, worming out of the back seat without stepping on one of Ghoul's limbs or planting a boot in the Girl's face, but it's almost become an art, after this long. Kobra slides over the front seat, then turns himself around and slips out the door, which is still ajar, open wide enough to let in the tang of a passed rainstorm. He tugs down the bandana he'd been using as some makeshift head-cushioning, then follows the figure he can see ahead of him -- the figure he knows is his brother, filled to the brim with Something's Wrong.

and then i was still awake reading fic and couldn't not reply so hey

[gloryisbullshit]

Everything is still acrid. The air is cool and there's some kind of wind. But nothing smells fresh, he doesn't feel rested, and this smoke is supposed to calm him down, but it's just coating his mouth. Better than being hungry and better than having nothing to do, but not half as relieving as it should be. It takes him a while to notice his tag-along, another hundred feet before Party starts to pace a circle instead of just walking. He's working his jaw, trying to shake off the sand in his joints and adjust to the taste of tar--and there's Kobra Kid. He stutters to a stop, paces another lap and stops again.

"Woke you up?"

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[ofthegun]

Kobra isn't hurrying, but it doesn't take long to catch up. He slows himself, though -- or rather, takes shorter strides; he doesn't want to pounce on Party and whatever's wrong with him, because even with sleep still numbing his brain, he's not that much of a dumbass.

Party's voice breaks the silence and Kobra lifts his chin in a move of acknowledgement. "Was half-awake anyways." He paws at his jacket pockets, searching for a cigarette as he closes the gap between them. "You good?"

[gloryisbullshit]

There are a lot of things that go right over Party's head, but at the very least, he has a feeling he knows what Kobra is looking for. He answers the other man's question with a nod around a drag and, mouth full, turns the cigarette around to offer it to Kobra.