doggone

[repeatedprayer]

[In the time following his departure from Tabito and Manabu's company, the alias "Grey" has wound up sticking.

Not that everyone calls him that, he's used a few other aliases since then, but it's what he's wound up thinking of himself as. If Grey had taken the time to think about it a bit more he might have picked something with a little less connection to Rezo's name, but it's still leagues better than thinking of himself as "Rez- wait, no, just a copy." And maybe that's why he's felt significantly calmer since he left Sairaag.

By his own standards, Grey has been laudably well-behaved; sure, he's been mostly doing under-the-table psychic work, often on behalf of criminals, but! He's been trying to keep a low profile so it's usually things like clairvoyant spying rather than anything violent, and he's been making a point of not doing anything that directly impacts the galaxy railways.

It would be extremely awkward if Manabu Yuuki had to try and arrest him, after all.

He's found himself frequently thinking about Manabu, much to his annoyance. He has no serious expectations of ever seeing Manabu again, so it's simply a waste of mental bandwidth to find himself wondering what Manabu is doing right now or where he is, or to reminisince over their incredibly brief acquaintanceship. Grey can only suppose that because Manabu was the first reasonably normal person he got to know after leaving Sairaag that Manabu is going to stick out in his mind for a while.

And it's probably because of the real estate that Manabu is hogging in Grey's mind that he's been very aware of every mention of the SDF that crosses his path. He hasn't exactly been tracking the SDF's activities deliberately, but he does pay attention to the news and the SDF frequently winds up in there, even if Manabu's name in particular isn't normally dropped.

Until the day it does.

SDF Officer Taken Hostage By Pirates]

* * *

[It's taken several weeks of investigating, but Grey has been able to track down The Huntress's client, a Dr. Parish and associates. It must be a small galaxy, because Dr. Parish is someone Grey knows. Sort of.

Rather, Dr. Parish was a colleague of Rezo's who collaborated with the man on chimera research (and other unsavory things) in the past. Not only that, the man was an ardent admirer of Rezo's superior psychic prowess, and desperate to improve his own meager abilities.

He'd had quite a shock when Grey approached him in town, but after the initial surprise it had been sickeningly easy to convince Dr. Parish that he was the real Rezo. Grey can only surmise that the man wants to believe too badly to let himself be properly suspicious. It had only taken a day for Grey to be invited to tour Parish's laboratory.

The lab's located on the grounds of a former Marquess's estate, a ways out of town and secluded by trees, a high wall, and a long drive. Grey's done a little recon before, but actually being here is different, especially since he has to navigate by cane at the moment. Grey is doing his best to politely nod and smile as Parish guides him from room to room, explaining their work and occasionally handing him things to examine himself.

But evidently Parish realizes that "Rezo" isn't entirely interested, because he stops partway through an explanation of some stem cell experiments he and a few others have been working on to say "Of course, the really interesting specimens are kept in the basement floor."

Grey already knows this. He hopes his expression seems the right sort of eager.]

Interesting?

["Something along the lines of what we did in the past. Would you like to see them?"]

Nothing would please me more.

[Grey can practically hear Parish's delighted grin. To soothe the surge of irritation, Grey reminds himself that he's going to kill this man before the end of the day and allows Parish to guide him out into the hall and to the basement entrance at the back of the building.]

Comments

[repeatedprayer]

[Manabu, that is not moving!! But whatever. Best not waste time arguing. Once he's ready, Grey hoists Manabu into his arms and ascends.

The trip to the old daycare building is a straight one, a ten minute flight over the bay, high enough in the air that anyone looking up won't see them. No doubt it's an alarming distance, but there's no chance of Manabu getting dropped.

Grey's grip on Manabu is tight enough that it probably hurts a bit.

Once they're across the bay Grey descends until they're hovering at the third and top story of an abandoned brick building. The windows and doors at the bottom floor are all boarded up, but the upper stories are left untouched- who would be able to reach that high to break in?

A quick burst of psychokinetic energy easily breaks through a window, smashing a hole large enough for Manabu to climb through. Grey floats over and reluctantly loosens his grip on Manabu.]

Go ahead. Be careful of the glass.

[siriusly]

[the hurt helps keep Manabu awake, especially as he squeezes his eyes shut and braces against the movement that threatens to make him sick all over again. it's good to not look: were he to see that glassy expanse of water, he'd probably not do too great.

it sucks, honestly. he always loved flying in the jets, in trains--

he flinches at the sound of the busted glass, cracking an eye open and blinking both to process what's in front of him; his stomach clenches as the grip eases up, but this is his prompt to start moving.

with a gulp, he sizes it up, then decides to chuck the bags in first and free up his arms. he gingerly reaches to grab at the edge of the window, unfolding himself from against Grey to hop in. it's a move that demands commitment the moment it's done, so he has no choice but to duck and roll inside the rest of the way, laying flat on his back among the bags with a groan.

he's fine. he even holds up a thumbs-up to prove it.]

[repeatedprayer]

Manabu?

[Grey does not like watching Manabu roll and splay out like that, but there's already a lot about the situation that isn't ideal so. At least the thumbs-up reassures him a bit.

Grey follows him in, ducking and stepping out onto the floor. It's carpeted, the color indiscernible in the darkness of the building. Dusty and grimy, but at least it doesn't reek of mildew. Grey steps delicately over to Manabu and holds out an arm to help him up.]

Come on. Let's get further inside.

[As soon as Manabu's upright and everything's gathered, Grey will lead Manabu further in.

It's not very warm in the building either, honestly, but they're at least out of the wind. Away from the windows it's pitch black, but they still have the flashlights from the earlier raid on the storage lockers. Most of the building is empty, but a few remnants can be seen of when it was in use. Abandoned toys and little furniture made of brightly colored plastic; a section of wall painted with drippy shapes, a mural obviously done by toddlers; a busted up baby's carseat; a laminator, for some fucking reason, lying on the floor...

Grey soon picks out an empty inner room for them to shelter in, so at least Manabu won't have to rest under the watchful eyes of any creepy dolls or whatever.]

Alright, let's get you warmed up.

[siriusly]

[Manabu never grew up playing lots of spooky games or watching spooky movies, so his spooky sense is very unrefined. that does not stop the flashes of abandoned toys and flashes of decaying whimsy from setting off his spookometer. he shudders.

then keeps shuddering. hey! the cold's back! that's good, probably.]

Why did this place stop getting used...? [it's not a question with a fast answer; he'd probably have to do some searching on the tablet, but his fingers and brain aren't up to it. he instead rubs at his arms absently at the suggestion of getting warm, remembering that's a thing you can do to do that.]

[repeatedprayer]

Financial reasons, perhaps.

[Or maybe there was an axe-murdering cannibal ghost involved; Grey isn't overly concerned with the atmosphere either way. Instead, he busies himself with unrolling the sleeping bag on the floor. It'll be a tight squeeze, but they can at least share it. That should help keep the cold out. What else...?]

...This will sound counter-intuitive, but we should get undressed.

[siriusly]

Eh? [he blinks down at Grey, head cocked. the ears emphasize confused-dog-mode for a beat before his eyebrows lift.]

Oh. [they furrow.] Isn't that just for cold-soaked clothes? [the furrowing eases.] Or, no...body heat's more potent wi-without clothes in general, isn't it. [wow good he remembered something from Basic that isn't shoot gun get punched.]

Right...

[repeatedprayer]

[Well, it's good that Manabu knows what the hell Grey's on about. Though it would be odd for Manabu to balk much considering what they've already done.

Though maybe not that odd since an abandoned daycare is hardly the sort of place any normal person would be comfortable getting naked. Luckily, Grey is an inhuman abomination created by mad science, so he has no issue with methodically stripping off his clothes and setting them aside: Boots first, jacket, shirt, then he starts unbuckling his belt...]

[siriusly]

[for a bit there, Manabu just watches him. not really out of fluster or confusion, simply...watching the way Grey decides and acts. no pomp, no flourish, no grumbling or grousing. just movement. practical.

only when Grey's bare shoulders fill in some of the gloom does Manabu stir, and there's the fluster. he pats himself down, fumbling with still-numb fingers to find buttons, stopping with a soft huff and opting for easier fare. his pants are already easy to pull free given the tail situation was already tended to, so--

wait. shoes.

he grumbles his way to sitting down and dealing with that.]

[repeatedprayer]

[Grey continues to undress in a business-like matter, but he finally hesitates when he's down to his underwear. Is this much really necessary? But, whatever, he's come this far, so that gets pulled off too and set aside. His cock is flaccid, as the situation isn't exactly enticing- a grimy room with cold air and he's more concerned about Manabu's health than anything else.

Grey suppresses a shiver and opens the sleeping bag so he can sit inside.]

Manabu?

[He'd heard, and seen, in his peripheral, Manabu sit down. How much headway has he made?]

[siriusly]

[Manabu's sat in his boxers, shoes kicked off and pants clumped over his feet; he grunts slightly at the sound of his name, turning his head, then double-taking. full naked? was that...necessary?

if he brings it up, Grey might get snippy about it, so he just. doesn't. instead tilting his head back down and picking at the buttons on his shirt.]

This'll be easier when I can feel my fingers again...

[repeatedprayer]

Hn.

[Hearing that Manabu's fingers are numb only increases Grey's sense of urgency. So he quickly shuffles over to Manabu's side and reaches for Manabu's shirt.]

Here, I'll do it.

[And unless Manabu fights really hard to do it himself, Grey will begin impatiently undoing all those buttons.]

[siriusly]

[it's not so much a fight as just a distant-sounding grunt and soft huff of resignation; he doesn't like how childish it feels at onset, especially given how hastily Grey works. like it's inconvenient enough as it is, you know?

in the interim, he flexes gradual, burning feeling back into his digits and then picks at the shirt until enough of it is available for him to pull and shrug off.]

Got it. Thanks.

[repeatedprayer]

[Grey withdraws once Manabu's shirt is off, to allow him some space to kick off his pants- and then just looks at him. Seeing so much of Manabu exposed in the gloom gives Grey a rush of tenderness and protectiveness that's almost painful. He thinks he'd burn down the whole galaxy to keep Manabu warm, not that Manabu would ever want such a thing. Perhaps he'll prefer Grey's arms instead.]

[siriusly]

[it's hard to see, but not impossible. one of Grey's eyes stands out more than the other, especially in the dark - it'd be scary if Manabu didn't know whose it was.

his knees draw up, freed from pants, and is still for a beat save for a shudder, something he holds his breath through before exhaling near as shakily.

mumbled:] Sorry about all this. [it's said while scooting over toward him.]

[repeatedprayer]

Don't apologize.

[Of course, he says this, but Grey can't entirely suppress the sharp intake of breath when he feels how damn cold Manabu's skin is. He's reminded of their escape from the lab- at least Manabu is more lucid this time.

Cold or not, Grey wraps his arms around Manabu with determination and scoots the two of them back until he can sort of... finagle the sleeping bag open with one foot and wriggle the two of them inside. It's awkward and definitely going to be a tight squeeze, but it should get Manabu much warmer by morning.]

[siriusly]

[Manabu doesn't balk of his own volition, just out of chill, and lets him draw him into his arms, smushing up against him with a bit of fidgeting he's known for (sit still? even in duress? never).

there's still some tremors, but his body soaks up that warmth swiftly and greedily to quell them; Manabu clenches his jaw to avoid teeth chatter.

there's no relaxing like this, and not because of Grey smothering him. it's more...the whole everything. ambush and escape, all the information to deliver, delivering the information, Grey wanting to vanish, everything that could or couldn't come after... who is even built for that much? it's too much! especially alone.

and...he'd be alone in it, wouldn't he. if Grey decided to vanish off the radar. Manabu would have to attest to everything himself. would he do a good job? would it amount to anything?

how's everything supposed to move forward? it can't go back to normal, the way it was before. can it?

these are not thoughts Manabu likes having in general, let alone smashed up against another warm body; this is definitely not easy to handle. he gulps, ducking his head so when his forehead rests on Grey's clavicle he has a little pocket of space to breathe, trying to keep a lid on all of this.

what the hell am I supposed to do?!]

[repeatedprayer]

[Grey does his best to endure the various discomforts. The chill of Manabu's body, the fact that Manabu is pressed against his naked body (and fidgeting), the gloomy atmosphere of the building, and the lack of space. He can feel Manabu warming up in his arms, and that makes the discomforts much easier to bear.

But even as Manabu warms up, Grey realizes he isn't really relaxing either. There's a tightness in Manabu's limbs and back, and he can hear Manabu's breathing, just a pinch too fast.]

You're very tense.

[re: are you okay]

[siriusly]

[he tenses a bit more! at being called out.

after a beat:] Sorry.

[though that might come off a bit unintelligible, what with it being mumbling against him.]

[repeatedprayer]

Nn-

[Yeah, Manabu's mouth is dangerously near Grey's chest, and he felt the apology more than he actually heard it. His hand twitches against Manabu's back.

Exasperated:]

I'm not sure, but I believe you just apologized to me again.

[siriusly]

[not even a beat later, one of Manabu's ears twitches. he turns his head a little to be audible.]

Ye-yeah. Relaxing right now isn't...I mean... [setting aside that unconscious sense of not deserving to relax that's looming in the background:] C-can you blame me?

[repeatedprayer]

Well-

[Grey attempts to formulate some kind of response but then just. Squints out at their surroundings. Squints back down at Manabu. Thinks about the past 24 hours.]

...I suppose I can't, no.

[siriusly]

Eheh... [something about that beat, the way Grey takes his word seriously, is endearing enough to breathe out a chuckle to.] Weirder than time travel, even.

[repeatedprayer]

[Well. That chuckle's a start.]

I suppose the time travel didn't involve having to sleep on the floor. [In a sleeping bag, alongside a naked man.] Or freezing flights across a slum.

[siriusly]

No, it...it was a desert. Not, not a cold one anyway.

[the good humor fumbles because honestly? the time travel thing was a pretty rough point.

this is a rough point.

but both involved people Manabu was undeniably close to in some way, expected or otherwise.

he squeezes his eyes shut, swallowing again.]

Someone...had to bail me out of that one, too.

[repeatedprayer]

[There's a shift in Manabu's tone that leaves Grey mentally stumbling. Oh, this wasn't just a weird memory- it's a difficult one. And it involves someone important.

Grey hazards a guess.]

Your partner?

[The mysterious man who liked to rag on Manabu and who was killed in the line of duty.]