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[deaftly]

[He doesn't remember anything. All he knows is that there's a bright light in his face and he just wants to sleep. After a couple of minutes of tossing and turning he finally opens his eyes and sits up. The room he's in is perfectly white, without any sort of interesting features. There's a desk and a chair, but nothing on either of them. They're as white as the walls and floor, and on closer inspection, the bed he's in is just as white and spotless as the rest of the room. The sheets are a bit on the stiff side even though he's been sleeping under them, and the bed is kind of hard for his liking, so he finally squirms out from under the covers and stands.

The clothes he's wearing strike him as being wrong, though he can't recall what the "right" clothes would be. They're white - like everything else - and they're very simple. He doesn't have anything to compare them to, but the material is soft and kind of thin and feels a little odd. He shrugs off his confusion about the clothes and starts for the door. Even the doorknob is white, which strikes him as strange for about half a second before he yanks the door open.

The room that he enters is spacious. Like the room he woke up in, everything is white. There's a sofa, a small table in front of the sofa, and a couple of plush chairs. There's a couple of doors leading elsewhere, and his first order of business is to see where they lead. One leads to a perfectly white kitchen which isn't interesting right now (though some part of him wonders if the food will be just as white) and the other door he comes to is locked. There should be a front door around here somewhere though, right? He doesn't want to be here. He can't remember why he's here (or anything, really) but being here doesn't seem right.]

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See? I mean maybe your other friends just don't want to cry for whatever stupid reason, but when I'm crying over you it means I really, really care!

[He gets the feeling he's done this for someone else before, but that's not important right now.]

[alchemicals]

Oh.

[He actually kind of mulls that over for a moment, before - ]

...Wait. If you care about me like that, why the hell would I want you to cry?! That's just sadistic.

[deaftly]

[...You do have a point there...]

Well, yeah... So maybe you shouldn't want me to cry, but you shouldn't be bothered by it either? I mean, it's something I do. It's not something I'm just gonna stop doing. I'm pretty sure I couldn't stop even if I wanted to.

[alchemicals]

[That...doesn't seem right, though.]

If I don't want you to cry, I'm going to be bothered by it when you do, though. I kind of get that you can't help it, but still.

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But it's not a bad thing? Well, sometimes it's bad but crying is um... shit, I know there's a word that describes it perfectly but I can't remember what that word is.

[He tries to think of it for a moment before giving up with a slight shrug.]

Well, it's kind of good to get it all out, you know? So it's not always bad. I think I just get worked up easily so I've gotta let it out somehow and it's better crying than breaking shit, right?

[alchemicals]

...Cathartic? I think that's what you want.

[deaftly]

I think that's it! It sounds kinda sorta familiar!

[Look, he's really bad at words, especially big ones.]

[alchemicals]

Either way, it's good that you're not breaking our shit, yeah.

[It's...about then that something seems to occur to him, belated though it is.]

You know that you're important to me even if I don't cry over you, right?

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Huh?

[That seems to catch him completely off-guard and Naki shifts so that he can get a better look at Kimbley.]

Yeah...? I mean, you said as much, right? I don't think you'd lie about something like that. You're probably just one of those people who don't cry very easily or something.

[alchemicals]

[That gets him to relax a bit, at least.]

Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's what it is. At least, I haven't found anything so far that's made me want to do it, so I guess I'd say I don't.

[deaftly]

And that's alright! I don't think everyone handles shit the same way I do, so it's fine if that's not something you do. I don't mind and I don't think that means you care about me any less!

[He thinks for a moment before continuing.]

...Did I make it seem like I did? 'Cause if I did that's not what I meant!

[alchemicals]

Nah, you didn't. I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page, that's all.

[...]

...You're a really good guy, you know that?

[deaftly]

Well I dunno about that... I did say I'd be perfectly fine killing some guys, so...

[He's teasing though and after a moment he laughs. It's easier to just ignore the cannibalism thing.]

But I'm not gonna argue that I'm good to you! You deserve it!

[alchemicals]

Well, yeah, but if they're guys who're giving you problems they deserve whatever they get.

[Really, if he's at all off-put by the notion of just smashing some heads, he's doing a great job at not showing it.]

...I don't know if I'd say I deserve it, but thanks, okay?

[deaftly]

You've been really good to me, so as far as I'm concerned of course you deserve it!

[alchemicals]

Yeah, well. Maybe you deserve it, too.

[deaftly]

[Naki laughs again and settles back against Kimbley, still grinning stupidly.]

You better watch it or you'll inflate my ego to dangerous levels!

[alchemicals]

So? It'll match mine in that case.

[deaftly]

Hah! At this rate we'll get out 'cause they don't want to put up with us anymore!

[alchemicals]

Wouldn't that just be cute as hell.

[You're getting cuddled again, asshole.]

[deaftly]

I dunno if I'd call that "cute"...

[He definitely doesn't mind the cuddling and leans into it immediately, nuzzling a bit in return.]

[alchemicals]

[He laughs a bit at that, the sound soft and weirdly subdued, though he's really obviously pleased with everything.]

...Hey, do you care if I...

[He pauses for a moment, pulling back a bit, before deciding that he doesn't care what the answer is and just kind of going for it anyway; after all, the worst Naki can really do is shove him off. Either way, when he kisses him it's quick, fleeting, and he pulls back easily once he's done it; it...certainly was something, anyway.]

[deaftly]

[Naki doesn't get to ask Kimbley to clarify because suddenly he's being kissed, and before he can even react Kimbley's pulled away. It only takes a moment for Naki to go bright red and for his eyes to shift.]

Wh-- What was that for!?

[He's not mad though, just very flustered. He stumbles over his words for a moment before finally managing to choke out something halfway coherent.]

Y-You-- Wh-- Why the fuck did you stop, dumbass!?

[And that seems to settle him a bit because he yanks on Kimbley's shirt to pull him back in for a proper kiss.]

[alchemicals]

[There are a lot of answers he can give to that first question, and almost all of them are defensive and literally all of them involve some sort of creative swear at the end; fortunately, Naki spares him from having to use any of them when he grabs him and pulls him forward to kiss him again.

Oh.

He's not entirely sure if the kiss could be considered nice but the important thing is that it's fun, and it feels good in ways that he's not sure are familiar but he's not going to concern himself with that as much as he normally might have if they were doing something else. The point is that his arms are easily draped across the back of Naki's neck and the kiss on his end is rough and hard, and if he'd stopped too quickly last time, well...he doesn't seem inclined to now.]

[deaftly]

[Good, because Naki would just get mad if you stopped now!

He's eager and energetic and it's like he just can't sit still. Naki eventually settles for playing with Kimbley's ponytail, but it's obvious that he's very wound-up and when he finally has to break the kiss to catch his breath, he looks a bit too excited. Once again words don't seem to be happening, but at least he's not in tears this time.]