ficlets100 - number seven.

[rawri]

001.	Guilt	002.	New	003.	Solitude	004.	Content	005.	Tale
006.	Distort	007.	Luxury	008.	Listen	009.	Party	010.	Scent
011.	Storm	012.	Lessons	013.	Apology	014.	Relief	015.	Breeze
016.	Fading	017.	Passion	018.	Stay	019.	Rain	020.	Within
021.	Dread	022.	Revenge	023.	Time	024.	Perfect	025.	Eyes
026.	Bloom	027.	Beginning	028.	Bath	029.	Object	030.	Lost
031.	Pride	032.	Death	033.	Dance	034.	Remember	035.	Savage
036.	Late	037.	Crossroads	038.	Change	039.	Hope	040.	Dawn
041.	Hero	042.	Annoy	043.	Trouble	044.	Imagine	045.	Believe
046.	Words	047.	Home	048.	Understand	049.	Cage	050.	Animal
051.	Woods	052.	Fun	053.	Dare	054.	Spell	055.	Pray
056.	Warmth	057.	Mess	058.	Leap	059.	Attention	060.	Shopping
061.	Dessert	062.	Paper-cut	063.	Compromise	064.	Mouth	065.	Gone
066.	Intuition	067.	Fairies	068.	Gift	069.	Priceless	070.	Jewel
071.	Grin	072.	Quake	073.	Blush	074.	System	075.	Pressure
076.	Crash	077.	Closer	078.	Break	079.	Habit	080.	Safe
081.	Confusion	082.	Someday	083.	Instigate	084.	Goodnight	085.	Paint
086.	Always	087.	Guide	088.	Embrace	089.	Fall	090.	Help
091.	Different	092.	Anticipation	093.	Real	094.	Enough	095.	Again
096.	Glorify.	097.	Lack thereof.	098.	Fix.	099.	Smile.	100.	A little.

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air gear -> ⌈o9.⌋ Party.

[rawri.livejournal.com]

“There’s this—this, thing, you see.”

“A thing.”

“Yes. A thing. A big thing. I mean, it’s not- it’s not really big, but it’s… big enough to be – big. You know?”

“No.”

“Y-you should. Because. It’s the thing I wanted to talk to you about.”

“This big thing?”

“Yeah.” His glass was sparkling, sparkling cider on a cold summer’s day (wait), and he swirled it once to watch the light dance. He had to push his cap up to see it clearly, but doing that also made him see the guy next to him (with stupid-looking white hair and that even stupider-looking outfit), so he pushed it back down. “That thing.”

“What is it?”

“A thing.” He paused, thought on that, decided thinking made things too fuzzy, and drank more of his drink. Because that was what it was for. Drinking. “I—well. You know how you guys… You guys merged with sss-- Sleipnir?”

“Yes. Is that what this thing is about?”

“Kinda.” He eyed his glass again – empty, darn – and then pushed his hat back up to look at the other second-in-command. Who was looking at him. Looking at him kinda funny-like, but Kazu didn’t think on that, because it was even fuzzier than thinking about the thing. Which he still had to define. “It was a last minute thing, wasn’t it?”

“Sort of.” Loki was leaning back on the rail, head tilted to the side, and Kazu wanted to tell him to stop being such a girl, except that was enough of an Ikki-thought to make him not say it, even if he was drunk. He thought he was drunk. He might’ve been.

But his glass was empty. Did that make him not-drunk?

“Mikura. Is that why you called me out here?” Oh, hey, Loki was talking again. Kazu eyed him. Man, he wouldn’t have worn that get-up, even in the height of his internet surfing days.

“Wha—oh. Yeah. Yes! Yes, it is!” Aha! So Loki did know what he was talking about!

Loki seemed happy about knowing, too. The man nodded, folding his gloved arms, brushing a long piece of hair behind his ear. Kazu bit his tongue on the Ikki-comment again. “I didn’t think your leader would go for it… He’s really a proud person.”

Wait. What? “Uh. Yeah. Ikki? Yeah. He is.”

“But since you asked… And since Sleipnir left, you may.”

What. “What.”

He smiled elegantly (Kazu almost expected him to say that he smiled elegantly), put one hand on the cap’d boy’s shoulder. “You may join our party, Mikura.”

That brought back a short memory of the former Rumble King, which wasn’t so pleasant, and then brought up a memory of an old RPG, which wasn’t as pleasant, either. He stuck with the familiar route. “What.”

“You may join our party!” Oh, god, he was becoming extravagant. Pointing to the stars and pushing him toward the railing in one go. “We’ve been on a search for the legendary Sky Regalia, and we’ve been lacking a good speeder for a long time! Your leader may have beat us this time, but it hasn’t set us back too far! It’s a side quest of ours.”

“What.”

“Yes, yes. You look like an educated young man. You’ll have to start at the lower end of the party, of course, and stay in the back, but we’ll share experience and dic-“

Kazu contemplated jumping over the railing or throwing himself repeatedly against the sliding glass door to the balcony, but his old, inner roleplayer took reigns, instead. Even though he had to sit through two hours of monologue, he came out of it with loaded dice and a pretty neat sword.

And a party. Cool. He’d never been accepted into one (one that he beat, nonetheless) that fast, before. It felt… nice. Made him smile.

And refill his glass at least three times.