Now it's cold and we're scared, and we've both been shaken

[mathisradical]

Who: mathisradical and polysyllogism
What: In which they have "the talk." And are just best friends forever.
Where: John Doe Park
When: After dark on Friday
Warning: Well, Niou. Which means a lot of swearing and obscenities.

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[polysyllogism]

[ The realization and recognition of the true weight of the situation started to bare itself in front of Yagyuu, in the form of Niou’s appearance. There wasn’t anything to feel anymore, everything made itself physical and obvious. Niou was being …. himself, his real self; no walls and no tricks and Yagyuu generally knew what that equated to. There was always a more callous, more unforgiving and more unsettling situation under the surface and he was slowly becoming aware of that fact.

After all, his partner showed it all. Though, the details have yet to be divulged and he’s not entirely sure how easy to hard Niou would make this (because, damn, that was his best friend and as poker-faced as he was - the concern didn’t die in his eyes or his simple motions.)

Taking a seat on the bench, his feet firmly planted on the ground, Yagyuu puts his hands together. He interlaces his fingers carefully before he chooses his words. ] Niou-kun. [ There’s a bit of pause and a small huff that might have been a sigh. ] If I’m permitted to ask, what

[polysyllogism]

If you deem me fit for the position, naturally, I'd be obliged, Niou-kun. [ Yagyuu easily slips into "professional" mode as he responds; straightening his back against the bench and retracting whatever physical contact they had.

He glances at Niou from the corner of his eye and almost sighs in relief. They could make it. He knew it. ] How is it progressing?

[trickortruth]

[ When Yagyuu's warmth leaves his shoulder, he lets out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding. It no longer feels like a part of him is missing. Yagyuu's here now, by his side again. A part of him wishes he weren't. Wishes that his partner were safe at home. But another part, a bigger, more selfish part, is just so relieved that he won't have to deal with this shit alone.

He laughs quietly, not his usual sarcastic laugh, but a real one. ] It was progressin' pretty damn good. Marui and I were using advertisement tactics to persuade people to join. But then Marui left and the zombie invasion happened, and it's sorta been one of my last priorities. Had to make sure my friends didn't get eaten.

[polysyllogism]

I see. [ A slight pause of deliberation, but knowing Niou: this had to be said. ] As long as the advertisement tactics remain in morally sound boundaries... [ He trails off and the meaning of his words are obvious.

Though, soon after, there's another tentative pause at the words "zombie invasion." But, he decides to leave that matter unaddressed. After all, it's infinitely doubtful that Niou still "thought it'd be cool." ]

I'm willing to assist, of course. Whether it be passing out fliers or live demonstrations. [ After all, they have yet to practice their infamous Trick Play since arriving here. ]

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[mathisradical]

... Right. Totally in morally sound boundaries. No need to worry. [ This is said very innocently. Of course there won't be anything immoral going on!

Yeeeeaaaaah, he used to be all for zombie invasions. Not so much anymore. ]

Live demonstrations definitely draw attention. Well, when Marui and I did it, at least. [ It might have had something to do with the fact that they looked like girls, but... whatever. ]

I saw nothing!

[polysyllogism]

[ Right. Of course he believes you and that unusual tone of voice. There's an inevitable sigh here, but he continues on anyway. ]

Then we'll have another. [ Pretty simple, really. ] Though, it might be a stretch considering my current lack of equipment.

It's 'cos I'm a ninja!

[mathisradical]

[ Have a wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide grin in response to that sigh. Like old times, right? ]

I've got an extra racket you can use. S'not like usin' mine will be unusual. [ After all, they've used each other's equipment enough to be used to it. ] And yours might be comin' in soon enough. After big shit goes down here, they like to send us stuff from our homes. Like a sick apology package or somethin'.

[polysyllogism]

[ He nods, giving an appreciative smile. That would be a great help. You have my gratitude, Niou-kun. [ He passes a thoughtful glance. ] Apology package...

Sick or not, I'll be looking forward to them. [ For his glasses. ]

[mathisradical]

They're useful, at least. I've already gotten my tennis shit and my entire closet back. [ Obviously proven by the jersey he's wearing and the fact that he has his racket. ]

I really want my damn cat back, though. [ Grumble grumble. ]

Mistake!

[polysyllogism]

[ He nods, he assumes only time will tell from here on out.

But the notion of being closer to home, if only in material goods, was somewhat comforting regardless. ] To raise him amongst zombies? [ Because (best deduction ever, but): Mayfield is an absolutely horrible place to own a pet. ]

No worries! <3

[mathisradical]

No. [ Now he's glaring at you. ] To raise him to be a zombie hunter. Duh.

[polysyllogism]

[ Have a nice bespectacled stare in return. ]

I'll be awaiting the results.

[mathisradical]

Yeah you will. Felix is the best zombie hunter. You'll see.