Keep it light, keep it bright...[closed]

[weedyshyguy]

Characters: weedshyguy and justice_by_coma
Setting/Location: The hall outside his room, where the condoms used to be.
Date & Time: Day 30...whenever the bleeding starts (midday?)
Warnings: ...Blood.
Summary: Somebody has a crush...a gay crush. O noes.

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[justice_by_coma]

Tracking down people was hard enough without cell phones. Which was why Gau had drawn a very bad map inside his notebook of holding.

And which was also why every room's occupants were clearly labeled. And in some places erased and replaced, and crossed off the attendance-type list at the bottom, while new names were added. There was a fresh red star by Emma Pillsbury's crossed out name. More to figure out there later...

It wasn't hard to find Bret since he knew what the guy looked like. They'd come to the world at the same time after all. And they'd battled evil not-wolves. Well...while Gau had spiritedly tried to save women, and organize a retreat, with Bret talking about sex of some form or another in the background while Rookie did valiant things and saved them all. (In his recollections he was usually being valiant, even if he was in fact just offering handkerchiefs and throwing smoke pellets.)

Still, he wouldn't forget this corridor. He'd spent an hour cleaning it in anticipation of children being brought back.

And of course

[weedyshyguy]

Bret blinked, watching the little guy dropping the package by his door. Wait, was that a present for him? Something about it made him nervous.

Maybe it was a tiny bomb or something.

Or poisoned pastries.

Not that Bret was anybody's target, as far as he knew, but he couldn't think of any good reason for a present to make him this nervous. Or was it embarrassed? He didn't know. His stomach was flip-flopping like crazy, anyway.

The guy hadn't seemed to have seen him. Bret cleared his throat and gave a little wave. "That for me?" Wait, when did his voice get so high?

And Gau's so awkward when DOESN'T he look like he has a crush?

[justice_by_coma]

Gau jumped, like a teenager caught by his dad. He turned slowly.

Oh. Well. Clearly his vigilance was slipping! He strung out a long list of mental rebukes, and held the basket out stiffly in front of him. "...Well who else would it be for?" He muttered, scowling to try to hide his embarrassment.

"I mean...since we were talking earlier, it made sense to approach you and make sure you were cared for. As comrades pursuing the same cause, of course!"

He held the basket at arms length away from him.

"Anyway, it wouldn't be a problem if your family name wasn't hard to spell." He griped, totally oblivious to the subject change, or the obviousness of the excuses.

What was he doing there just standing outside his room, anyway?!

Awkward otp <3

[weedyshyguy]

Bret took the basket carefully, inspecting the contents with a wary eye. He supposed, given that this guy (Gau, right?) said he wanted to help, he probably wasn't lying. And he smelled good, which definitely helped his case.

Wait...what?

Bret took a confused step backwards as nonchalantly as possible. Squinting at Gau, he tried to remember what he'd said just before the whole smell think sort of blanked his mind out. "Uh...What's hard t--to spell about it?" Not that Bret was one to talk, since he apparently couldn't even get his words out properly...