9 - Stevie and Schro, pre- monster invasion.
Tim: *crouching on a little rocky bit of beach, staring at waves. It's quiet out here for such a nice day. >/*
Schro: *popping up behind you, silent as silent, and bapping you on the back of the head. Mostly out of spite.*
Tim: *Snarl. Whirls a knife-hand around to smack.*
Schro: *Catching that hand and narrowing his eyes at you...before giving you a big Cheshire Cat grin and letting go* Guten tag.
Tim: *twisting his hand away.* Yeah, so's your dad. *scowl scowl* What d'you want.
Schro: *raised eyebrow and a snort* Just checking in, I suppose.
Tim: *little eyeroll.* Anything to report?
Schro: *Shrug* Mein commander und most of her associates are gone. One died. Mien Commander took herself und another...somevhere else.
Tim: *blink.* *brief startlement, then a blanking expression. Turning again to sit with legs dangling off this rock, arm stretched back in not quite a beckon. But open space is here.* So... who's still in the unit?
Schro: The blonde girl who believes in gods und the little song bird I think. I didn't really know any of the others. *moving forward and squatting down, rocking a bit on the balls of his feet.*
Tim: Doesn't everyone believe in gods now? *heel propped up, watching the waves.*
Schro: *snorting* Not the vay she does.
Schro: That could vind up vith her being cursed... *pondering* I rather like that, I should introduce her to the little trickster god.
Tim: *half-shrug.* Yeah, like that couldn't backfire in your face. *staring off, getting distant.*
Schro: *wicked grin* Und so vhat if it does.
Tim: ... *tiny little smile.* Keep you from getting bored and all cocky, anyway. *gentle poke to a cat-ear.*
Schro: *indignant huff and ear twitch at the poke* I am not cocky.
Tim: *little huff of a laugh.* Yeah, yeah. Totally justified. *light pat. and then his hand drops.*
Schro: *humph and another ear twitch* Vhat are you doing out here moping?
Tim: *Looks back to the sea. Mocks you, mechanically* I am not moping.
Schro: * smirk* Oh no?
Tim: *tch* I'm thinking. *brooding*
Schro: About?
Tim: Nobody important. >/
Schro: Liar.
Tim: Because?
Schro: *head tilt* Vell that vould be a question for you vouldn't it?
Tim: *scowly heelkick* He wasn't important and he's not important. 'm just thinking.
Schro: *snort and standing* If he vasn't important, you vouldn't be out here brooding by yourself.
Tim: *curl, resting his chin on his knee and getting sulky.* Assumes I only brood 'bout important people. Don'cha think you're getting a little ego there?
Schro: *rolling shoulder shrug and a smirk* Justified.
Tim: *bleak* Cocky.
Schro: Confident. *looking back to the jungle and grinning* Or so I'll find out in any case.
Tim: *sudden sharp look, catching that direction.* Don't get-- what're you doing?
Schro: *a pause and another shrug* Exploring if you vill.
Tim: *a longer pause... and a different kind of tension.* Fine. *huff* Hope you find what you're lookin' for.
Schro: Hmm... Somehow I don't beleive I vill...
Tim: Y'never know.
Schro: I do...
Tim: Liar.
Schro: *looking back to Timmy with a sort of smile* Am I now.
Tim: *looking away* Y'never know what's gonna happen. You make your best guess and go, that's anybody.
Schro: *long pause* I'm not gonig to find vhat I'm looking for in there because I'm going in to get avay from it.
Tim: *soft snort* Good luck with that.
Schro: Danke.
Tim: Can't run away forever. That's life too. *stands himself- and punches Schro's shoulder, very lightly.*
Schro: Und vhat about an after-life? *Cheshire Cat girn again*
Tim: *shoulders slump a bit. But then that careless shrug again* What'd be the point?
Schro: There isn't one.
Tim: *... clues in* We're still not in Hell, Schro.
Schro: *grinning* Maybe I vill find out!
Tim: *Flat smile. No humor in it.* Lemme know.
Schro: *hand on the top of yer head* Vorried about me?
Tim: *tilts head a bit* You can always get away.
Schro: I can. *patting a bit*
Tim: *.... lifts his hand. To hit your arm, and lift yours.*
Schro: *resisting a bit*
Tim: *putting a little strength in, not a lot.* So?
Schro: *still resisting* So vhat?
Tim: *deflecting to the side.* So why aren't you.
Schro: I haff nothing to get away to.
Tim: *suddenly gripping his arm instead!* >|
Schro: *ear twitch is the only sort of wince you get* Vhat?
Tim: *Scowls. ... Slowly lessens his grip. (HE can't be a home, but)* We'll find a place.
Schro: *blink and sort of a smile* Vill ve?
Tim: *serious* Have to.
Schro: Not just going to let me go und destroy mein self in peace are you.
Tim: Nope.
Schro: Nnn. *long pause and then another pat on the head with his free hand* Soon. I haff... things to tend to first.
Tim: *clenches his teeth against a sudden swell of COMPLETELY misplaced memory. Nods. Voice a little thick as he turns.* Later.
Schro: *Pause and poking lightly on Tim's cheek* I'm coming back.
Tim: *Oh just go and let him relive farewell headpats past in peace* You better.
Schro: *taking a step back and rocking for a second on his heels, head tipped to the side.* Ja then. *and popping away to go kill lotsa things inna jungle.*
Tim: *Will be waiting for you. Even if he doesn't admit it.*
Schro: *will probably show up in a day or two covered in blood... >>*
Tim: *So long as it's not his and not somebody's? Will probably just throw a bucket of water on him.*
Schro: *Will not appreciate that. >/*
Tim: *Will snicker. Because it will be a new day.*
Tim: *Right now, just gonna be glum.*
Schro: *Well you be glum, he's cheering himself up by driving some of the more larger predators in Rive to extinction.*