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DELIVERY | sometime after their puppet show thread

[shiro2hero]

[Don't ask him how he found out. Asked around. Probably. Someone had to know. But, he got there. And he left the jug of wine that had mysteriously wound up in his room on Erik's doorstep.]

[With a note scrawled.]

Thanks: for keeping me grounded.
- Shiro

[scarcastically]

[ erik turns it over in his hands, his expression inscrutable. is it fondness he's feeling? it's been so long since erik has tried to maintain or keep a connection that wasn't simply a way in. and who is to say this isn't one?

aren't they all?

restless in his skin, erik grabs the jug, heading over to shiro's room instead, rapping his knuckles on the door. ]

[shiro2hero]

[Cassandra isn't here when the knock comes. He wonders if it's for her -- mostly because he doesn't expect anyone to turn up for him.]

[So... needless to say, he does not expect to see Erik there, when he opens the door.]

Hey. Everything all right?

[scarcastically]

[ erik holds up the jug, shaking it for show. ]

Nah. I figured we could share. Ain't no way I can finish this myself.

[shiro2hero]

I... don't know how much company I'd be. I'm kind of a lightweight.

[But he'll step aside, in case Erik wants to come in.]

[scarcastically]

We can work on that.

[ erik strides in like he owns the place. ]

[shiro2hero]

Wow. That your special god-power here?

[But he's laughing as he says it. Closing the door behind him.]

[scarcastically]

Don't be jealous cuz yours is lame.

What'd you get anyway?

[shiro2hero]

Lame enough not to happen, I guess.

[There's a broad shrug.]

Because I have no idea.

[scarcastically]

[ wait what. erik blinks. ]

You serious?

[shiro2hero]

Serious. I haven't figured it out yet.

So either it's something I can't even remotely pinpoint, or... I'm an idiot.

[scarcastically]

[ huh. ]

Ooh, tough call. Could be 50/50 either way.

[shiro2hero]

Ouch. That hurts. I'm mortally wounded.

[Stop laughing when you say that.]

[scarcastically]

Gotta get used to that 'round me.

[ it's what he does. still, he plops himself on the bed, passing the jug out to shiro to take a sip. ]

[shiro2hero]

Get used to being slain, got it.

[Still no irritating. It's ... kind of nice, actually. Just some back and forth nonsense with someone else.]

[The wine though. It's not like hard liquor so how bad could it be? Deep breath. One drink. And then he holds it back out.]

[scarcastically]

[ erik cocks an eyebrow at that. ]

You seriously don't drink?

[shiro2hero]

No. Lost the taste for it in space. Never tried to get it back.

[... partly because apparently Altean alcohol was disgusting.]

[scarcastically]

Wow. Remind me never to go up there.

[ not that he can or will, but that's part of the fantasy. ]

[shiro2hero]

You could always bring your own with you. Pretty sure there were some people who did.

[scarcastically]

Yeah, I don't think it's for me. I ain't much of a dreamer.

[ dreams are for rookies. ]

[shiro2hero]

Hey, don't worry. I've done that enough for two people.

[He's the one with his head in the clouds, remember?]

[scarcastically]

Great. Do mine too. I wouldn't have a clue where to start.

[ he says it so casually that it can't be sad!! ]

[shiro2hero]

Nothing? Not even when you were a kid?

[buddy that's still kind of sad]

[scarcastically]

[ a beat. ]

I wasn't a kid for very long.

[shiro2hero]

[He shuts his eyes for a second.]

I'm sorry. [And, like everything else he's said, it's sincere. No empty platitudes here.]

We can change the subject, if you want.