( they haven't been here for very long — but it's been long enough for them to get to know one another just a little bit better, and he's been thinking for the last little while that considering there's no one else here that either of them are well-acquainted with, it might be in their best interests to stay as close to each other as possible.
comfort and safety in numbers, so on and so forth, you know how that goes.
he'd chosen a place as far away from any surrounding homes as he could, though it stands to reason that there isn't a whole lot of choice in the matter when you've decided you want to live in a tree, but if he's perfectly honest with himself? it reminds him of when he'd been much younger, much smaller, and incapable of staying out of the trees scattered around the land of departure if his life had depended on it.
yeah. he'd been a tree-climber. time to see if his skills are still as good as they had been when he was a kid. maybe not, but. you know. there is no knowing unless you try, right?
he'd inspected the place before wandering off to find rep, climbing the ladder that looks like it might need replacing in the near future, but no real worse for the wear. the outside looks mostly like this without the stairs leading up, of course, and a cursory look around inside — a decently-sized living area, kitchen, a bathroom large enough for two people to fit comfortably if neither of them is too large, two small-ish bedrooms and a balcony on the back side — is enough to tell him that it won't take much at all to make this place feel like home.
even if there is no electricity or running water. they'll get to work on that, pronto. ( let the shard accumulation begin! )
eventually he finds rep and brings him to stand at the bottom of the ladder, smiling like he's holding onto a secret he's not quite ready to let go of yet. ) You trust me, right?
[ they haven't been here for very long, and in the grand scheme of things, they haven't known each other for very long either. but since his arrival, terra has been the only familiar constant in this strange new place, and maybe that has less to do with time and more to do with the memories he'd inherited. he'd initially thought that riku's feelings had bled into his own, but the comfort and relief he feels each time he sees terra isn't something that he'd gleaned from riku. those feelings are his own, as foreign as they may be. more and more often, he's found himself wondering when was the last time anyone had given him any sort of relief or comfort, just for the sake of it and not out of a sense of guilt or obligation.
and this, too, is something new. not the tree house itself, but the memory of standing at the foot of the tree next to terra and looking up. briefly, he recalls something similar: sora's laughing face as he chased riku through their makeshift obstacle course, kairi following behind them; the memory is a little faded now, but he's never forgotten it. he doesn't think he could, anyway.
but terra's voice drags him back to the present, blinking away the dregs of balmy breezes and hot sand, and the words are out of his mouth before he knows it— ]
Yeah.
[ a frown crosses his face, head tilted almost in confusion as he thinks about it, and then decides he accepts the answer. ]
( it never really matters how long terra has or hasn't known someone — he trusts and bonds easily, something that has, er … been to his detriment in the past, but with everything they've been through both separately and together, he thinks that if there was only one person in this place that he would fully put his trust in and find no regrets, it would be rep.
and he deserves to be more than just a replica. ( which means he's going to have to come up with something else to call him, isn't he? but that can wait until he's gotten this whole treehouse business sorted out. )
it hadn't even been a question of whether or not he wanted to share personal space with the other ( even though he does, because he wants to get to know him better, know more about him in general ), but that it feels right to suggest such a thing in the first place. he waits for an answer to his question and doesn't quite realize he's been holding his breath until he lets it out in a whoosh —
but then he's grinning, and gesturing toward the ladder. ) Good, I was hoping you'd say that. Don't know what I would have done if you'd said no— ( he laughs, and it sounds a little nervous. ) I, uh. Wanna show you something. Up there.
[ comfort in familiarity; they're both examples of this, and he's of the mind that if it works, then it works. he'd unfortunately inherited riku's tendency of being in his own head too much and he's been trying to work on it, now that he's here with nothing else left to fight for. so yes, he trusts terra, and maybe that's all there really is to it.
the rush of breath he lets out surprises the replica, but he doesn't comment on it, glancing up at the treehouse and then back to terra. something to show him? he can't think of anything it could be, but there's only one way to find out.
riku and sora had been climbing paopu trees since they could walk, and the replica approaches it in much the same way. muscle memory helps, and the ladder makes it easy. by the time he gets to the top, he looks around the house but doesn't go in yet, waiting for terra to join him. ]
( someone that gets lost in their own head too much … nope, we sure don't know anyone else around here that might have a problem with that, do we? even if he's never been accused of thinking too much a day in his life …
ahem. sorry, terra. there's a reason everyone calls you a himbo behind your back. i mean what —
he follows the other up the ladder, still just a little bit jittery if the way his stomach tenses with every rope rung climbed; he's not sure what he's expecting once he presents his find, but the innocence of this is your place? makes him chuckle in the very back of his throat, moving forward just as much as he needs to open the door and motion towards the inside. )
In a way, yeah, but I thought— ( his voice catches, and it sounds a little scratchy-squeaky for a handful of seconds until he manages to clear his throat. what is wrong with you? get it together.) I thought it could be ours. If you wanted. Y'know.
( rep might find it surprising that the next time he comes back to the treehouse from wherever he's been for the last little while, there's a package sitting at the base of the tree addressed, simply, to R.
it isn't much, but settled neatly inside a small basket a several sandwiches of varying types, whatever sort of meat and trimmings he had access to and had the time to put together. don't think much of it, he's been trying to learn how to cook properly for the last couple of months and he's nowhere close to mastering anything yet, but. at least this is simple enough that even he can't mess it up.
there's a small note, too: Wouldn't do to have you starve. There may yet still be strays to name.
he thinks he's being quite funny, all right. don't worry about it. enjoy your sandwiches. )
my turn to live in your inbox, text, un: rockbreaker;
[ it takes him a minute to think about it, not one to be shown up a second time. that competitive streak still lingers, even if it's been dampened considerably since the castle. but eventually, ]
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a place you can call your own;
comfort and safety in numbers, so on and so forth, you know how that goes.
he'd chosen a place as far away from any surrounding homes as he could, though it stands to reason that there isn't a whole lot of choice in the matter when you've decided you want to live in a tree, but if he's perfectly honest with himself? it reminds him of when he'd been much younger, much smaller, and incapable of staying out of the trees scattered around the land of departure if his life had depended on it.
yeah. he'd been a tree-climber. time to see if his skills are still as good as they had been when he was a kid. maybe not, but. you know. there is no knowing unless you try, right?
he'd inspected the place before wandering off to find rep, climbing the ladder that looks like it might need replacing in the near future, but no real worse for the wear. the outside looks mostly like this without the stairs leading up, of course, and a cursory look around inside — a decently-sized living area, kitchen, a bathroom large enough for two people to fit comfortably if neither of them is too large, two small-ish bedrooms and a balcony on the back side — is enough to tell him that it won't take much at all to make this place feel like home.
even if there is no electricity or running water. they'll get to work on that, pronto.
( let the shard accumulation begin! )eventually he finds rep and brings him to stand at the bottom of the ladder, smiling like he's holding onto a secret he's not quite ready to let go of yet. ) You trust me, right?
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and this, too, is something new. not the tree house itself, but the memory of standing at the foot of the tree next to terra and looking up. briefly, he recalls something similar: sora's laughing face as he chased riku through their makeshift obstacle course, kairi following behind them; the memory is a little faded now, but he's never forgotten it. he doesn't think he could, anyway.
but terra's voice drags him back to the present, blinking away the dregs of balmy breezes and hot sand, and the words are out of his mouth before he knows it— ]
Yeah.
[ a frown crosses his face, head tilted almost in confusion as he thinks about it, and then decides he accepts the answer. ]
... Yes.
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and he deserves to be more than just a replica. ( which means he's going to have to come up with something else to call him, isn't he? but that can wait until he's gotten this whole treehouse business sorted out. )
it hadn't even been a question of whether or not he wanted to share personal space with the other ( even though he does, because he wants to get to know him better, know more about him in general ), but that it feels right to suggest such a thing in the first place. he waits for an answer to his question and doesn't quite realize he's been holding his breath until he lets it out in a whoosh —
but then he's grinning, and gesturing toward the ladder. ) Good, I was hoping you'd say that. Don't know what I would have done if you'd said no— ( he laughs, and it sounds a little nervous. ) I, uh. Wanna show you something. Up there.
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the rush of breath he lets out surprises the replica, but he doesn't comment on it, glancing up at the treehouse and then back to terra. something to show him? he can't think of anything it could be, but there's only one way to find out.
riku and sora had been climbing paopu trees since they could walk, and the replica approaches it in much the same way. muscle memory helps, and the ladder makes it easy. by the time he gets to the top, he looks around the house but doesn't go in yet, waiting for terra to join him. ]
This is your place?
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ahem. sorry, terra. there's a reason everyone calls you a himbo behind your back. i mean what —
he follows the other up the ladder, still just a little bit jittery if the way his stomach tenses with every rope rung climbed; he's not sure what he's expecting once he presents his find, but the innocence of this is your place? makes him chuckle in the very back of his throat, moving forward just as much as he needs to open the door and motion towards the inside. )
In a way, yeah, but I thought— ( his voice catches, and it sounds a little scratchy-squeaky for a handful of seconds until he manages to clear his throat. what is wrong with you? get it together. ) I thought it could be ours. If you wanted. Y'know.
( why are you so awkward. )
delivery.
it isn't much, but settled neatly inside a small basket a several sandwiches of varying types, whatever sort of meat and trimmings he had access to and had the time to put together. don't think much of it, he's been trying to learn how to cook properly for the last couple of months and he's nowhere close to mastering anything yet, but. at least this is simple enough that even he can't mess it up.
there's a small note, too: Wouldn't do to have you starve.
There may yet still be strays to name.
he thinks he's being quite funny, all right. don't worry about it. enjoy your sandwiches. )
my turn to live in your inbox, text, un: rockbreaker;
what was goofy doing on his break?
( terra no. )
perfect
i don't know
what
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he has to inflict it on the only other person he knows here. )
goofing off
1/3????
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actually we're done when i say we're done
nvm 4/4
how long did it take you to come up with that one?
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not long, actually
did it make you laugh?
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yeah
[ but alright, he should return the favor, shouldn't he? ]
what does a painter do when he gets cold?
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good, that was the point
( are they about to start a dad jokes war. bring it on. )
hmm
put another coat on?
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but also wtf.... how did he get that so fast?? damn. ]
yes
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also sorry rep ... he's a goober, remember? he's pretty good at this. )
sorry, i think i heard that one somewhere before
let's see
why was six afraid seven?
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[ it takes him a minute to think about it, not one to be shown up a second time. that competitive streak still lingers, even if it's been dampened considerably since the castle. but eventually, ]
because
seven ate nine
?
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unless he wants to, that is. )
exactly!
numbers are terrifying ...
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yeah
i can see that
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he's glad you have any reason to smile. )
why shouldn't you use a broken pencil?
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but that's easy— ]
because it's pointless
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i think you're better at these than i am ...
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that was good
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not sure much of anyone else would think that kind of stuff is actually funny
except sora maybe
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