[ —ah. so bold, nic . . . but he doesn't say no to it! mostly because . . . whenever nic squints his eyes up like that tsuna didn't want to be the one to oppose him . . . or oppose anything in any situation with that look ( he's got those beady shark eyes, you know? ). ]
You don't want any-?
[ he'd hate to eat in front of a hungry person— ]
I took some juice too, so—
[ if nic wanted at least that, he could offer! he holds the plate with one hand, dipping into his deeper front pockets to get at least one of the juice baggies out— it's terribly stuffed, though, done so hoping that he could lessen the chance of a second go to ( which would end with volleyballs, cries ). one sticks to the other, so out come both, although— something else comes out with it, falling to the floor with a clatter, like two dozen tic-tacs shaking together—
in form, they're not far from tic-tacs— they're pills.
and then there's that awkward, silent moment, where tsuna stares down, face a bit pale, waiting for time to rewind a bit— and slowly looking up with enough nervousness to charge a wireless maraca.
[ if you think those squinty eyes were something to fear, get a load of these.
though, actually, there isn't anything too threatening or intimidating about this particular look. he's more curious than anything, his sharp eyes catching the movement of that little bottle with more focus than tsuna might have liked. while he might not have heard the rattle of the pills within, it doesn't exactly prevent him from putting two and two together.
that look on tsuna's face, after all, pretty much says it all.
so after a few long moments of nothing, nic stoops down to scoop that bottle up. a quick shake, and even his mangled hands can feel the distinct vibrations of the little pills inside.
now it's time to turn those squinty eyes towards the boy. ]
[ it's like nic's squinty eyes are flexing their all powerful retinas at tsuna and he just wants to keep still and wait until nic can't see him anymore. or play possum . . . even if it isn't all that scary looking— he's just nervous.
as nic's yaoi hands lift his bottle, rattling another sound that felt like a hailstorm, tsuna swallows another time; dry, hard, and ineffective to keep his voice from cracking when it sounds to respond. ]
[ this is why he calls you possum in his head, tsuna............
anyway, it's the same question tsuna himself had asked when he'd brought up nic's pills. the older man is glad his answer isn't the same. ]
foR SomETimES.
[ nic may not have any control of his tone, but he somehow still manages to convey a perfect deadpan response. his expression probably compensates for it, to be honest. ]
[ he bites the inside of his lip, avoiding eye contact— contemplative with his words, more worried about what it sounded like more than anything, but . . . soon, he's inhaling, appearance only slightly calmer, tone taking a more serious turn. ]
—I need them.
[ he made that point— but this time, he says it quietly, reaching the beginnings of a hush, though with firmness. ]
To protect my friends, or anyone— I need them. To fight.
[ his brows furrow with worry— he already mentioned he didn't like fighting, never took pleasure in it. with every punch came a tiny prayer to end it all in peace. ]
[ for a good, long moment, nic says nothing. the air between them hasn't changed since tsuna himself changed — straightened up just a little bit more, met nic's eyes a little more directly, chin tipped up in resolve. his tone is lost on nic, but the older man can still sense in the way he moves, or doesn't move. in the way he still stands there, when he could have just as easily turned away.
sometimes, he'd told tsuna once, you don't get a choice. sometimes fighting is all you can do. and when that moment comes, why shouldn't you take all the help you can get?
after all, it isn't about you. it's about the people behind you.
without a word, nic stoops down and scoops up the little bottle of pills. slightly lighter than the one currently burning a hole into his pocket. this he presses into tsuna's hand, forcing the boy's fingers to curl tight around it. ]
[ they were the only thing he had— at least, the thing he thought that changed things ( it's an illusion, a trick that he didn't see through his own capability yet ). tsuna's surprised enough to not say a word when given the bottle back, fingers following the movement nic makes and tightening on his own at the end, grasp constricting. he wouldn't lose it, it gave him condition to fight for those who couldn't, or shield those that could. not when those people were too precious to lose ( but everyone, in the end, was precious. they were alive ). ]
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You don't want any-?
[ he'd hate to eat in front of a hungry person— ]
I took some juice too, so—
[ if nic wanted at least that, he could offer! he holds the plate with one hand, dipping into his deeper front pockets to get at least one of the juice baggies out— it's terribly stuffed, though, done so hoping that he could lessen the chance of a second go to ( which would end with volleyballs, cries ). one sticks to the other, so out come both, although— something else comes out with it, falling to the floor with a clatter, like two dozen tic-tacs shaking together—
in form, they're not far from tic-tacs— they're pills.
and then there's that awkward, silent moment, where tsuna stares down, face a bit pale, waiting for time to rewind a bit— and slowly looking up with enough nervousness to charge a wireless maraca.
it's not what it looks like . . . ]
wails about html flub
though, actually, there isn't anything too threatening or intimidating about this particular look. he's more curious than anything, his sharp eyes catching the movement of that little bottle with more focus than tsuna might have liked. while he might not have heard the rattle of the pills within, it doesn't exactly prevent him from putting two and two together.
that look on tsuna's face, after all, pretty much says it all.
so after a few long moments of nothing, nic stoops down to scoop that bottle up. a quick shake, and even his mangled hands can feel the distinct vibrations of the little pills inside.
now it's time to turn those squinty eyes towards the boy. ]
siCK?
shushes you............
as nic's yaoi hands lift his bottle, rattling another sound that felt like a hailstorm, tsuna swallows another time; dry, hard, and ineffective to keep his voice from cracking when it sounds to respond. ]
Sick? I'm not—! I mean— . . . ?!
[ no tsuna don't be a liar . . . again . . . ]
I kind of . . . Need them. For sometimes . . . ?
[ it was a good start— or not . . . ]
wails quietly
anyway, it's the same question tsuna himself had asked when he'd brought up nic's pills. the older man is glad his answer isn't the same. ]
foR SomETimES.
[ nic may not have any control of his tone, but he somehow still manages to convey a perfect deadpan response. his expression probably compensates for it, to be honest. ]
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—I need them.
[ he made that point— but this time, he says it quietly, reaching the beginnings of a hush, though with firmness. ]
To protect my friends, or anyone— I need them. To fight.
[ his brows furrow with worry— he already mentioned he didn't like fighting, never took pleasure in it. with every punch came a tiny prayer to end it all in peace. ]
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sometimes, he'd told tsuna once, you don't get a choice. sometimes fighting is all you can do. and when that moment comes, why shouldn't you take all the help you can get?
after all, it isn't about you. it's about the people behind you.
without a word, nic stoops down and scoops up the little bottle of pills. slightly lighter than the one currently burning a hole into his pocket. this he presses into tsuna's hand, forcing the boy's fingers to curl tight around it. ]
so DON't lOse THeM So EAsiLy.
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I won't.