pc: buzen

[squirt]

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w0 saturday the first

[squirt]

[ it's gym hours. most of the time is gym hours for him. not because he's working out, but because it's time for some swimmy. ]

Did you want a lane? [ he's willing to share... ]

[hasteful]

[swimmy!

buzen looks back and forth between the lanes and then haru before laughing]

Sure, sure! Are you gonna go too? Should we race?

[squirt]

[ swimmy!!!!

he pauses, closing his eyes. racing... ]

If you want. But I only swim free.

[hasteful]

Oh! That sounds fun, for sure but...

I don't know what that means! Is it a type of swimming? Or is it like... a feeling?

[squirt]

...It means freestyle. A swimming form. But it could be a feeling.

[ swimming........ is what you make it out to be... ]

That's not how I feel. But it's up to you.

w0 ; fri

[squirt]

[ he's back at the pool, wow, he just lives here. but he's just angrily swimming, out of breath when he pulls himself out of the water at the end of the lap.

he tenses up when buzen steps into the pool area, and a barrier shines into place between them in record speed. ]

[hasteful]

[whoa - buzen just automatically puts his hands up by his head in a mercy gesture]

Nice reaction time.

I don't mean any harm, Haru-san.

[squirt]

[ he squints at him, as though he's not sure whether to believe that—but then clearly feels a little bad about it, and the barrier pops like a harmless soap bubble. ]

...Sorry.

[ fridays are... whack! ]

It's—things are tense.

[hasteful]

[he'll just move to sit at the edge of the pool then, crossing his legs]

I know. I get it. Here, I'll put my sword a little further away from me.

[as an explanation, and he waits a second before he unties it from his waist and puts it off to the side. he can still reach it, but it's further. he hopes the gesture resonates enough.]

You don't need to say sorry. I'm glad you're protecting yourself.

w1 ; sat

[squirt]

[ it's probably pretty awkward for their teams to collide today, but he thinks it makes sense. so he runs over to the cathedral or whatever buzen is, a few hours after trial. ]

—Buzen. [ ... ] Buzen-san.

[hasteful]

[he's probably run into ylfa and gerard both by now

but he's going to rise and immediately bend at the waist, bowing his head]

I knew, Haru-san. Since yesterday.

I don't expect you to believe me but I... If I could've said something, I would've. If I knew that it would've hurt me, or my team, then I would've said something as soon as we were all gathered.

I tried - to say what I could in the times that I could. [which was fucking hard, when everyone was talking about framing and buzen didn't know how to keep steering them back] But I... I'm not very smart. So I know I didn't do it well.

I'm sorry.

[squirt]

[ part of him wants to be angry, but he can't find himself to find that rage anymore. it's not really a lasting feeling for him. instead, wearily: ]

You did better than you think.

[ otherwise, he doesn't think they'd have voted for the right team today. but he looks conflicted. after a drawn moment: ]

Why?

[hasteful]

[did he?

he doesn't look convinced, expression still a little broken. for froggystyle especially, he thinks that they have every reason to be angry.]

Why... Rin-san? [a beat] I think... that's for the person who did it to say - but if they don't, I'll tell you later.

[clearly buzen is a fucking snitch]

week 2 wednesday

[hasteful]

[buzen is at the park! but instead of running around, he seems to be looking over some wildflowers? he's got a small pile of them in front of him as he sits - though when he notices someone else coming, his expression and emotions both perk up! haru will get the vibes that it's similar to when a dog is excited you've finally come home]

Yo, Haru-san. How's it going?

[squirt]

[ aw, flowers. haru's feelings are much more catlike and reserved, though there's the wall of Guilt and Depression i have to write in for every one of these because i've been so soundly itsukied.

there's curiousity too though, for some spice. ]

Buzen-san. [ hi ] ...I'm okay. What are you doing.

[hasteful]

[ITSUKIED HELPPPP - at those feelings, buzen's own tamper down into a type of empathy and quieted understanding. reassurance. he'll just pat down the spot by him]

Trying to use what Matsu taught me - weaving some flowers. Some crowns for the Erased, but...

I wanted to make some smaller chains for those still here.

[he lifts up one chain, a small link with blue flowers]

Can I see your wrist?

[squirt]

[ he'll sit, not unhappy to bask in happier feelings. he'll loosely offer one of his wrists with a blip of curiosity. ]

Did you two leave the ones by the graves? [ "graves" close enough ]

w7 ; mon

[squirt]

[ he's just kind of gradually guided buzen over to the warehouses ]

You guys can't see these, right?

[hasteful]

[simply:]

See what?

[squirt]

Ah.

[ that answers it. ]

Stay there for a second. [ HE JUST DROPS THE CONNECTION AND LEAVES but he'll be back shortly ] Where have you guys been staying then?

[hasteful]

[help, buzen just looks around bewildered until haru's back and then he grins again

like a dog waiting for its owner to come home]

Hotel! Free beds and everything, it's pretty nice.

week 7 wedsfri

[hasteful]

[wow it happened

wait i was going to set up but you need to concentrate on the pin for a thread to happen

HELP]

[squirt]

[ THIS IS FINE he's concentrating for like 28304920 hours apparently to see these deadzos

he squints when he starts to show up through the aether. ]

...Buzen-san?

[hasteful]

[SORRY HARU buzen just waves!!]

Yo, Haru-san!

Hey... sorry, you must be pretty tired by now, huh?

[squirt]

It's okay.

[ he is tired but being able to talk to the dead is soothing in its own way. mostly, it eases his anxiety that he would never fucking see them again. ]

Are you all safe still? We lost track of you for a while.