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come_sailaway2022-09-01 09:14 am
firewalled) wrote in come_sailaway2022-09-01 09:14 am
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[Closed] And of all these angry people in the world
Who: Rich Goranski and Six
When: Post Event
Where: Sports deck, early morning
Summary: Rich swallows his pride and decides to actually thank someone he thought was a major dick
Warnings: probably not much aside from discussion of event aftermath and of trauma responses
Rich is... trying to be better. There's been a lot to deal with, after that hell night in the diner. Reassuring his dads that he wasn't secretly missing an arm, trying to comfort Darcy and Dimitri, who were practically missing arms with how hard they had to fight... even after the initial panic was over and after Rich had slept maybe 12 hours straight, there was still the matter of getting back into a routine, of eating meals without glancing over his shoulder every few moments, and of feeling safe enough to turn the lights out in his cabin at night.
There was still one loose end he hadn't quite tied up, though. (All that other junk he's dealing with? Oh, totally fine. A couple nights' good rest is clearly all you need to sort your mental health out.) Rich had seen who was driving the rescue truck that evening, and he's pretty sure the guy didn't have a deep intimate connection to, like, the weird winged newscaster or the sword fighting ghost girl. No, Six was there for Rich.
Even after Rich had threatened him and fought back against him to the point of dislocating his own shoulder, Six had come to find Rich. And he had done it in César's truck. It seems like the guy really was trying to work with César rather than enacting any sort of revenge... which is just rude, because it means now Rich has to apologize for that first fight, and thank him for not abandoning a snot-nosed kid he probably can't stand the sight of.
He checked in with César to find out where Six usually hangs out, and though it means waking up at the asscrack of dawn, Rich pulls himself to the sports deck during Six's usual training time. He's in sweats of his own, definitely pretending he's just here for a pleasant jog when he coincidentally runs into the intimidating man. And no matter how intimidating he is, Rich also (completely casually and in a way that certainly doesn't betray the time practicing in the mirror to get it right) smiles lightly and waves a hand when he spots Six training.
"Hey! Just going for a morning jog! I didn't know anyone besides losers were up this early!"
Smooth, Goranski. He'll never figure you out now.
When: Post Event
Where: Sports deck, early morning
Summary: Rich swallows his pride and decides to actually thank someone he thought was a major dick
Warnings: probably not much aside from discussion of event aftermath and of trauma responses
Rich is... trying to be better. There's been a lot to deal with, after that hell night in the diner. Reassuring his dads that he wasn't secretly missing an arm, trying to comfort Darcy and Dimitri, who were practically missing arms with how hard they had to fight... even after the initial panic was over and after Rich had slept maybe 12 hours straight, there was still the matter of getting back into a routine, of eating meals without glancing over his shoulder every few moments, and of feeling safe enough to turn the lights out in his cabin at night.
There was still one loose end he hadn't quite tied up, though. (All that other junk he's dealing with? Oh, totally fine. A couple nights' good rest is clearly all you need to sort your mental health out.) Rich had seen who was driving the rescue truck that evening, and he's pretty sure the guy didn't have a deep intimate connection to, like, the weird winged newscaster or the sword fighting ghost girl. No, Six was there for Rich.
Even after Rich had threatened him and fought back against him to the point of dislocating his own shoulder, Six had come to find Rich. And he had done it in César's truck. It seems like the guy really was trying to work with César rather than enacting any sort of revenge... which is just rude, because it means now Rich has to apologize for that first fight, and thank him for not abandoning a snot-nosed kid he probably can't stand the sight of.
He checked in with César to find out where Six usually hangs out, and though it means waking up at the asscrack of dawn, Rich pulls himself to the sports deck during Six's usual training time. He's in sweats of his own, definitely pretending he's just here for a pleasant jog when he coincidentally runs into the intimidating man. And no matter how intimidating he is, Rich also (completely casually and in a way that certainly doesn't betray the time practicing in the mirror to get it right) smiles lightly and waves a hand when he spots Six training.
"Hey! Just going for a morning jog! I didn't know anyone besides losers were up this early!"
Smooth, Goranski. He'll never figure you out now.
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Relationships came with too many messy strings as he'd found out from his partnership and friendship with White Knight. Not all of them were bad, but he didn't need so many people around him. He was having to re-learn it back where he came from.
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Ugh, but it's stupid of him to even try to convince this guy. He's just one young kid, and Six doesn't get that they could possibly have anything in common.
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"Why don't you head back to bed, kid?"