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Took You In Shipping Meme

The ＴＯＯＫＹＯＵＩＮ Shipping Meme

They were on your front door, in your yard, or on the street, confused and clearly in no position to fend for themselves; in a worst case scenario, they were bruised and battered, possibly close to death. Bleeding heart or not, you can't just be so cruel as to let them suffer. They need a place to stay, and you'll open your home to them...long enough to get back on their feet, anyway.

Speaking of feet, the shoe could be on the other one. You're worse for the wear - in a new place, possibly injured, certainly not in the best state of mind. You could not even remember how you got here or who you are to get here, for that matter. You may not want to remember. Whether willing or not so willing, you're in no position to turn down help, especially if said helper won't take no for an answer. No matter how dedicated you are to looking after yourself, there's only so much you can do in your position.

The two of you are staying together, at any rate. Only for a while, the plan is. But after said while, even though strength and confidence is returning to the injured, there's something a little different between you two. It could be the close quarters, the kindness shown, or a number of things, but quietly, softly, feelings have grown. Could more confusion and hurt spring from this? What about when it's time to go? Can the temporary resident leave as easily as they intended? You're so close now, perhaps a little while longer can't do any harm...

...until whatever it was that put them in such a perilous position in the first place comes back, and there could be "justice" for anyone who's dared to help.

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There's no smut option because I'm making a companion smut meme to this for TLH in the next few days, but you can play smut if you really want to!

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ғɪɴᴅɪɴɢ — Who's that? They're no ordinary passersby! Were they in an accident? Are they foreign? ...should you approach them?

ʀᴀɪɴ, ʀᴀɪɴ, ɢᴏ ᴀᴡᴀʏ — The elements make this night no time to sleep out of doors.

ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ — Cuts, broken bones, injuries all of sorts...you have to stitch them back up, then make sure they don't get any

ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɢᴜᴇsᴛ — It's all you can do to show gratitude to the person who took you in. Fix them a meal, care for their house, whatever you can do once you're able.

ʙᴀᴅ ɢᴜᴇsᴛ — FUCK THIS PERSON AND FUCK THEIR COUCH. You didn't ask to be brought here. Let them clean up after you, you don't even care.

ᴡʜᴏ ᴀᴍ ɪ? — How you got into this situation is a mystery. Even more of a mystery is your identity, and why the person you were would be so displaced.

sᴇʟғʟᴇssɴᴇss —

ʟᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ — If you've been injured badly enough or can't remember all too well, you might have to relearn a good deal. Luckily, you have a helping hand.

sᴄᴀʀs — Scars from the encounter that lead you here or scars from prior, you don't want them to see either. You still have your secrets to keep.

sᴛᴜʙʙᴏʀɴ — Ugh, your house guest is so stubborn! They always get up when they should be resting, have the worst habits, and completely disrespect your home! You'll get to them, one way or another. Or you'll throw them out. You don't want to, but you will.

ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛ — Bad memories or nightmares wreck you; your host and nurse comes to your side unexpectedly.

ᴄᴜʟᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄʟᴀsʜ — The person who's taken you in is from a different culture or lifestyle than you, and adapting is harder than you thought.

ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ — Think learning about a new culture is hard? Try being a different species. Can you keep your little eccentricities at bay for the good of your station?

ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜsʏ — Now that your emotions towards your caretaker/host/jailer are softening, you're finding yourself unusually jealous of those in their life who were close to them before.

ɴᴇᴡ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠɪᴛɪᴇs — You never thought you'd have fun after all that's happened, yet such simple gestures as a picnic or a movie make all the difference.

ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ — You love them, this person who's taken you in or this person you've found. It's not a pity or a thankfulness, it's love, and you know that now. What you choose to do with this information is

ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ — Suddenly, the person who's been so nice to you finds out that the two of you have a history. You killed their loved ones or caused something terrible. How can they forgive you?

ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ — So much has been done for you. The least you can do in return for the one who helped you at your lowest is make sure they never have such a low point.

ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋɪɴɢ — Anyone in the way of getting to you will be destroyed, and that includes the person you're staying with.

ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ — You've been given a home, maybe which you've never had before. You don't want to leave.

ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ — Not only are you living with them, but you're starting a proper life with them.

ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟ — All secrets are laid out on the table. You've decided to tell about your past and what lead you here.

ʀᴇᴠᴜʟsɪᴏɴ — What you've done and who you are is so heinous, they want nothing more to do. You're to leave their home and leave them alone.

ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ — It doesn't matter what they've done. You've opened your home and your heart to them, and nothing's changed.

ᴘᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ — All things must come to an end. No matter what you feel for each other, it's time to leave. Hopefully, you'll see each other again.

ʜᴀᴘᴘɪʟʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ — Come what may, you've decided to stay at your new home with the person you love. Now, it's safe enough to do so.

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It's really not a problem. [ seriously, after the people heine hangs out with on a day-to-day basis, coco's manners are weird. weird, but refreshing.

heine takes the wet clothes from coco's hands, starting to shift his weight from foot to foot. ] Okay. Thanks... for the tea.

[ his eyes are roughly on level with coco's shoulders, and it's almost easy to look down at the rest of his body. not that he wants to. really. he swears. heine returns to his own bedroom briefly to pick up his own wet clothes before leaving the apartment.

heine returns in under ten minutes, the sound of the door opening the only indication of his return. after taking off his shoes, he heads back to the kitchen. ]

[ It would definitely be a first he'd be told his manners were "weird", above everything else. He was the most gentlemanly of the four heavenly kings, but that wasn't a hard task when two of them were practically animals and the third was plenty refined but rude. He smiles when Heine thanks him in advance, something humble and warm. ]

You're not allowed to thank someone for food before you've tried it.

[ He wants to follow and close the door behind him, but it may be more of a nuisance for Heine if his neighbors saw a half-naked man in his apartment. When he does hear it close, however, he can't help but look with renewed earnest, looking for a few ingredients...

Upon Heine's return, the tea is finished as promised but there's also a simple dish prepared alongside it, waiting on the table. Whatever he had had lying around, Coco had turned into a hot and quick pasta dish. He's standing at the sink washing up the remaining dishes when he hears him approaching the kitchen, turning and looking a bit sheepish. ]

Welcome back. I hope you don't mind, I used some of your food to prepare something in thanks. I didn't use more than half of what you had laying around.

[ There's only a portion set out for Heine; he wouldn't be rude enough to make food for himself. He'd be able to eat later. But there will also be a plate wrapped up in the fridge for him to find later with the leftovers. ]

[ heine goes about his business in the laundry room, putting in some quarters to the drying machine after tossing his and coco's wet clothes into it. it'll run for about half an hour, which means he can't just hang around in the basement. not without anything to do there, anyway.

back in his apartment, his impromptu houseguest seems to have familiarized himself with the kitchen, at least. ]

Uh. No, that's fine. [ he didn't even know that he had enough stuff to make pasta like this. it does look good—smells good, too—and heine realizes abruptly that he wouldn't mind eating.

there's only one plate, though. ]

Did you only make that much? You should eat some too.

[ Coco will simply lean against the counter and cradle his own cup of tea in his hands, engulfing the porcelain, sipping it occasionally. It wasn't anything fancy, but that seemed to be the theme in this place. Maybe he could start gathering herbs and whipping some up for the locals.

He watches Heine's reaction to the food, the burst in his electromagnetic waves that responds favorably to it. And he smiles, a little thing. He was a little nervous he'd be overstepping his bounds. ]

I did, but that's all right. I just ate a little before it began to rain. Consider it my thanks. I've been doing what I can with the local foods available so it was good practice, since a lot of them are new to me.

[ He tactfully did not say "bland". There was a large gap in quality from what he was used to and what was available here in this place. He was, after all, a Gourmet Hunter at heart, no matter how he may have tried to deny it up until recently. ]

Guess I'll save it for later, then. [ heine's not the type to push for courtesy's sake. he finds a fork and sticks it into the pasta, picking up a piece or two and bringing them to his mouth.

he's still standing. sitting at the table when coco's still on his feet would make the height difference even bigger, and sitting together when he's the only one eating would also be weird.

he takes a bite, chews slowly. it tastes good. probably better than most food that he eats, though he does tend to eat barely enough and mostly junk when he does. ]

Thanks. [ in a sort of mumble. ] 's good.

You can watch TV or something if you want.

[ He picks up on the hesitation to be the only one eating, but his resolve is stronger than that; he wanted Heine to find the other plate later and have something good to eat later. Coco's cooking is healthy, as well as tasty, so he's glad when his gracious host tastes it and praises him. Not as much for the praise, but that he likes it and will probably eat the rest, then. He smiles into his mug and takes another swallow, trying to finish so he can go change back into his clothes and get out of his hair. ]

I'm glad you like it; it was a bit of a gamble. [ At the mention of TV, though, he looks surprised. He'd seen the technology around, of course, but he'd never seen anyone actually watching. ] Oh, is there cable? I didn't realize.

[ Which isn't to say he's terribly interested, either, but he can recognize a hint for privacy. He'll take his clothes and the rest of his tea and wander out to the sitting area, fiddling with the remote. He finds the news station and looks around for a moment before taking a seat on the sofa, flushing just a hint at helping himself half-naked in someone else's home. ]

[ he only manages an mm-hm in response. god, this really is good. heine takes another bite, chews, and watches coco walk away to the living room area. the rooms are mostly connected without doors separating them, and his sweatpants are also slightly still too small on him.

heine finishes most of the plate, covers it, and puts it in his mostly-empty refrigerator with the rest of it. he eats at a pretty normal pace, and it's some time before he comes over to see what coco's watching on tv. ]

Hey. [ he leans over the back of the couch. ]

[ He can't help but smile as he walks out and sees Heine sneaking another bite, but when he finally settles on the couch and gets enthralled in the updates around the city, he doesn't expect a voice in his ear.

And he twitches with the urge to jump, but it quickly turns into a good-natured (if apologetic) smile. He lived a secluded life personally back home, so when he settled into mundane situations, he wasn't used to others being around. It got away from him just a bit. ]

Hey. Did you finish? I'm surprised there's broadcasts by others like us in this place. It makes the information easier to relate to, anyway.

[ Coco stop talking. The thought crosses his mind that Heine may want him to pack up and leave, however, and suddenly he feels like a bit of a nuisance. ]

Mm. [ which is neither a yes or no response; he didn't finish, but he's done for now. heine comes around the side of the couch, standing awkwardly for a moment before sitting down. ]

Yeah. Stuff that's normal here is still pretty weird.

[ what coco's thinking isn't clear to heine, but he does see the way he stops talking and the change in posture. ]

...do you want to watch something else?

[ This man is a bit of an enigma. He can't get much of a read off of him, senses painfully dulled from his usual gift in sight that allowed him to see auras in anything with life and even some without, if they'd been around long enough. Mountains, rocks, trees. A vague sense of atmosphere, and it left him wondering if things gained sentience the longer they exist and simply moved so much slower than the life around them. He missed that deep sense of being tied into the world as a whole if only for moments like these where he's left at a loss. ]

It seems that way. And it's fine; I've been enjoying it. If you'd like to change it then by all means, please. I should... probably check if it's still raining. I'm sure you'll want your sweats back soon.

[ His smile is a little sheepish as he pinches the material as if to demonstrate, but there isn't much give. They're especially tight at the hips through the thighs, showing off a little more than was appropriate. Heine's proximity wasn't helping much either. ]

It's not like I can wear them. [ he points out, making a gesture at the sweatpants coco is wearing. they may be a little tight on him, but they'd probably end up just sliding down heine's hips entirely. ] ...it's okay. You can just keep them on.

[ and as for the rain—heine glances out the window, but the curtains are half drawn and there's not much to see but the dark night, lights on in the city, and streaks of water on the glass. ]

Where were you going to go? [ the dryer is probably done running by now, but heine doesn't think there's any point in sending coco out now. it's not like he's bad company. he slouches back on the couch, pulling his feet up to sit cross-legged. ] You can just stay. For the night.

[ Ah... amber eyes turn back to Heine, taking in his form once more as he curls up on the couch beside him, legs tucked under the opposite. He is a good deal more slender, so it seems he's right; they'd likely fall right off of him. He flushes faintly and looks back to the TV when he realizes he's staring. ]

I suppose that's true... [ And then he offers Coco a place to stay for the night, and he's nearly embarrassed to admit his plans. ] I had a bit of the currency I exchanged from my own country, so I was hoping to find a tent to purchase somewhere. Set it up on high ground, or under some sort of outcropping. Until I settled in more and found a job and a place to live while I'm here. ...Thank you, again. I realize I've said so a couple times, but I'm serious. For your hospitality. It's very selfless of you to take in a stranger and I do honestly appreciate it. If there's anything I can do, please let me know and I'd be more than happy to do it.

[ He smiles, a small lopsided and nervous thing because this has... never happened to him before. He has his manners and etiquette and absolutely no experience in being taken in by a stranger, so all he can do is hope to cause as little of a nuisance and possible and try to do as much as he can to help. ]

[ heine just shrugs, aware of the staring and ignoring it anyway (the flush on coco's face, though, does escape him). he's gotten worse before. ]

Like I said. It's dangerous to try camping around here. [ not so much due to the wildlife, more to do with the people. he rests an elbow on the arm of the couch. alternating between what's playing on the tv and brief eye contact with coco, he shrugs again lightly. the praise, motivated by etiquette as it may be, is utterly unfamiliar to heine. he tries to shrug off the odd feeling in his chest. ]

You already made food. It's fine, seriously.

[ vaguely, he wonders if coco will be even able to lie down on the couch tonight. well, they'll cross that bridge when they come to it. he slouches further over the couch arm before thinking of something. ]

You want to watch a movie?

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[ Coco would have quipped back that a little danger didn't threaten him if he weren't half-concussed from his run-in in the woods, skull still throbbing where he'd hit it. The "snow" he'd predicted had ended up being rain, and who knows what else he may end up following through on under the influence of his own poisons roiling inside of him. Heine glances over at him every now and then and Coco grows a bit self-conscious, wondering if there's something visibly wrong with him. Is his poison shifting again? Had he hurt himself elsewhere he couldn't see? ]

All right, if you're sure. [ His tone is dubious, but as Heine relaxes on the arm of the couch, Coco tries to do the same, reclining back into the scratchy fabric of the cushions and crossing one leg over the other, ankle resting on the opposite knee. At the mention of a movie, his brows raise. ]

A movie? I suppose so. Did you have something in mind? [ He really isn't picky, and it's not as if he'd seen anything offered here in the first place.

The notion in itself is a comfortable one; who didn't have good memories of settling in and watching a movie? Goosebumps race up his arms and down his chest with a faint shiver, only awakening the throbbing in his head once again. He thought he'd finally put that beast to sleep, but here it was roaring and carrying on again. He'll try to play off the way he rubs at his temple, fingers burying in thick black hair to give himself something of a scalp massage. ]

[ they're not revealing much more skin, technically, than heine's seen before, but they are tight on coco, clinging to his thighs and hips and... another area that heine carefully doesn't look at. sexual desire isn't wholly unfamiliar to him, but it's an urge he rarely acts on.

but a movie will be ample distraction, he figures. heine shrugs and slides off the couch to the stand that the tv is set on. ] I've got some.

[ half of them are joke gifts from friends and acquaintances, but a few are movies that he actually likes. heine takes out a psychological drama, some explosion-rich action flick, and... a documentary on whales. he can't remember where he got the last one. he turns back with the three of them in his hands to see coco looking dizzy again and trying to apparently soothe the pain away. ]

You want an aspirin?

[ They are tight, revealing an ample bulge even once his legs cross and the fabric pulls taut. They're uncomfortable, but he can tolerate discomfort for the sake of being polite. This was fine.

~~A DOCUMENTARY ON WHALES. Heine pls.~~ When he turns back and offers the movies (and an aspirin), Coco offers a sheepish quirk of a smile and waves a hand. ]

That's all right, I shouldn't be taking any medicine. [ With how his system produces any chemical mixture, taking in anything additional would be a disaster. ] It's not unbearable, but thank you for the offer. How about the middle one? [ The action flick. He's trying to deflect Heine's attention, not wanting to impose any further than he has already. ]

[ Everything is fine. Really. Even the fact that Heine has to not look at Coco's body below the shoulders. ]

Okay. [ He holds up the middle DVD. There are gratuitous explosions on the cover, as well as two people walking away from them with sunglasses on. ] This one?

[ Once confirmed, he crouches down by the DVD player and puts it in, changing the TV settings to start the movie before sitting back down on the couch. He pulls his feet up again, ankles crossed. The plot isn't groundbreaking, and he's seen the movie before. Still, better to focus on it. Occasionally, he does glance over at Coco, trying to make sure that he isn't about the pass out. He does know some about concussion treatment, thankfully. ]

If it's too loud, you can turn it down.

[ He's still trying to massage his temples when Heine asks for confirmation, giving a small nod with a soft "mhmm" so he'll go ahead and start it. It's only growing colder as night falls, trying not to shiver and wishing he knew Heine a little more to be bold enough to ask for a blanket or something. He doubted he'd be so lucky a second time and he'd have a sweater or something to fit him.

When Heine settles back down on the couch and he can nearly feel the warmth off of him, another wave of goosebumps fly down his skin with a tiny shiver. The movie begins and it's still difficult to focus, the smell of pasta lingering in the air giving the small apartment a touch of homeyness. It's comfortable. Having someone sitting beside him, food in the air and settling down for the night.

It's even more difficult to stay awake. ]

All right, thank you. It's fine for now, anyway.

[ It isn't even ten minutes in and he'll start to nod off, head tipping forward and fingers stilling in their small circles before he snaps back upright with a sharp breath. He feels Heine's eyes on him, glancing over to meet them and looking sheepish once again. If he pulled his legs up and got truly comfortable, there's no doubt he'd fall right asleep. He's at ease here, even in the presence of a stranger. It doesn't feel that way anymore, like he's learned enough about Heine and shared enough in return that they could at least claim that much— not quite friends, but a little more than passing recognition. It's nice. ]

I won't be very good company if I fall asleep now, would I?

[ That's to be avoided at all costs with a concussion in the first place, but an explosion on screen already pulls his attention back, even as the colors swim offbeat for a long moment. He was slowly reigning his senses back in properly, and things were beginning to seem natural once more— the car from the explosion lands with a sickening crunch of metal and a body of some villain falls out of the trunk, a broken heap of flesh and black fabric with a dramatic last promise on his dying breath. The main partners were too busy putting on their sunglasses and walking away to hear it, likely, and the scene cuts to a followup investigation. Did he miss something in the interim??? Movies like this are still a strange concept to him. ]

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It's better if you stay awake.

[ Heine leans a little toward him, trying to discern the state of the wound on his head. It's difficult to see through his hair, though, and Heine doesn't want to get too far into his personal space. Especially not when he can sort of see the bulge of something in the front of his pants. For one thing, it's awkward. And two, he's feeling some urges he doesn't want to act on right now.

The events on-screen finally draw Heine's attention back. The explosions are pretty damn loud and attention-catching. But Coco doesn't look like he's following along that well. ] They're just trying to catch the guy who killed his girlfriend and the other guy's brother.

...it's pretty bad. But it'll keep you awake.

[ His feet are bare, and he considers going to search for socks. Considering that, it seems pretty likely that Coco's also feeling the chill of the room. ]

I'll get a blanket or something. [ He slips off the couch and pads off to his bedroom. ]

I think I've nearly reached my limit, is all. It's getting harder and harder to convince myself of that. [ Heine leans in and Coco's eyes widen just enough to seem alert for all of the one second he attempts it, giving a sleepy smile. He tilts his head into his hand, questioning, before they're both looking back to the screen and Heine fills him in on what he'd missed. ]

I see. They didn't know each other before this? It's not bad; I've never watched movies like this before. I like it.

[ It isn't doing a good job of keeping him awake, though, as promised. Quite the opposite. The cozy atmosphere is only lulling him further away, especially once Heine leaves the room and he doesn't have active company.

It'll be a close call when Heine returns, Coco nodding off and having pulled one leg up on the couch, curled up as much as his size would allow. His head's slipped out of his hand and down his arm, resting in the crook of his elbow on the arm of the couch, lips parted just enough to give way to his slow breathing. ]

[ Heine's a little suspicious of Coco actually enjoying the movie, to be perfectly honest. He's seen it before and there's no real substance to it; films he actually enjoys aren't really suitable for acquaintance-level movie night/concussion care. He just nods in acknowledgement.

He returns with a comforter balled up in his arms for easy carrying, though a corner of it is dragging near the floor anyway. Heine hefts it up and tosses it onto the couch before climbing up on his knees next to Coco, closer than before. ]

Hey. [ Lightly putting a hand on his knee. ] Stay awake. I brought a blanket.

[ Coco has low standards; he can enjoy anything if someone else has put even the slightest bit of effort into it, because effort deserves to be rewarded. Heine went out of his way to put a movie on and take him in, and the least Coco can do to reply in kind is be a gracious house guest, put his skills to use, and be as less of a hassle as possible.

But sleep is so very tempting, and his body yearns for rest to stitch back together and recover from his silly little accident in the forest. The sofa dips with Heine's weight and he can feel it through his legs, as well as the instant warmth the comforter had soaked up from Heine's body trailing over his shins. He's half-aware and nearly fallen when that hand touches down on his knee and he fights to open his eyes, lids still heavy even as he turns to look over his shoulder. ]

Was I— [ He doesn't have to finish his sentence; he can feel the way his body seemed to regret having to wake back up. Yes, he was asleep, for all of ten seconds. His arm is a little shaky when he props himself up once more, not failing to notice Heine's closeness. He can feel the warmth from him, thin as a rail though he may be. ]

Ah, thank you. I'm sorry, I suppose I can't be trusted after all, haha. Are you cold...?

[ He's already pulling one end of it up over his torso, but he has no qualms about sharing. He isn't terribly shy, and Heine didn't seem the type to have ample amenities laying about. This was probably his only comforter. ]

[ Heine knows that it's in fact more likely that Coco will fall asleep with a warm blanket on top of him, but it's better than leaving him to be cold. He could use it, too, to be honest. And he's slightly tempted to stick his feet under Coco's leg; his toes are cold. ]

Just stay awake. Keep talking, I guess.

[ Without admitting that he is chilly, Heine takes up the edge of the comforter and pulls it over his legs. The movie's continuing to play, displaying the protagonists jumping a large fence and charging into a... bank, it appears. Heine knows they're trying to track down the bad guy or whatever, but the reasons (other than simple revenge) have always escaped him.

Trying to get under the blanket also puts him closer to Coco, but he's okay with it. More okay than he thought he'd be, actually. Heine's not usually intimidated by size, and something about Coco's presence is oddly comforting. ]

They're going after the guy's boss. Because he's the one who ordered the kills.

[ As he talks, Heine ends up tucking the blanket under his legs and around his shoulders. Coco is really warm, dammit. ]

[ Coco can't help but smile sleepily at the way Heine pulls the comforter up, the way his leg twitches (was it a twitch? maybe just the curl of his toes) which leaves Coco stretching just enough to cover his feet, ever the gentleman. Maybe it was a little too familiar, but he's a warm body by nature of his bulk even if he feels cold in this moment. Body heat was a funny thing. ]

I think I've about run out of things to talk about; I'm not a very interesting person. Do you have any friends you miss, from where you came from? I was in the forest today thinking about some of mine.

[ He finds it hard to believe Heine has nothing important to him. Nothing he likes. No one he loves. Everyone has something, no matter how small or insignificant it may seem. Heine's edging further beneath the blanket and Coco does the same, pulling it up to cover his stomach and curling one hand in the edge, mostly covering one shoulder as he curls up under it and tries not to encroach in Heine's personal space. ]

Ahhh, I see. [ I literally have no idea if this is based off some real movie but I'm gonna pretend Coco understands the motive that Heine can't Let's Get Mystical. ] That makes sense. They're united in a cause that brought them together for their revenge, no? This man is all that stands between them and the justice their loved ones deserve, but at least now they also have each other to understand what they've lost and what they've gone through. It's shared experience.

[ He's waking back up a bit more, engaged in the story. He's getting a handle on it and the directing seems to smooth out. The only thing that throws him is excessive editing, cutting scenes off abruptly and moving to something else with questions left unanswered. Any form of film he had back home was mostly news and cooking shows, as he only received local stations as far away as he'd removed himself from Gourmet Fortune. ]

[ Under Coco's leg, Heine automatically curls his toes again, tempted to pull away but more comfortable than he'd like to admit. So he stays where he is, looking back at the screen. ]

Looks like you were thinking too much about them. [ Since he got a concussion and all. But there's no malice in Heine's tone when he says that, just slight amusement. He goes silent again while considering an answer. ]

Some. They might be better off here, but... [ He shrugs. ] They can take care of themselves.

[ Even though that's not really what Coco was asking, Heine interprets it that way; he'll take practicality over sentiment, always, if only because sentiment is a difficult concept for him. As for the movie (that we are 100% making up so it ok), simple as the motives could be, Heine takes Coco's interpretation as truth because he hasn't thought about them, himself.

Heine watches the movie play silently for a few seconds, as the two protagonists share an emotional moment after blowing up some other building. Well, it's supposed to be emotional. Heine judges their acting abilities critically. ]

You haven't seen many movies, have you?

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aaaaand segue into thread merging

it's as if we planned this all along

onhonhon but we did monsieur

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I'm gonna pee on everything you love for these movies

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