#i think itd be FUNNNYYYYYY

[thanotaphobia]

Missa doesn't mean to run into Forever.

He's just out gathering supplies- exploring, too. Keeping to himself, but keeping around, narrating his life where no one else can hear. He can still see the wall in the distance, is what he's trying to say. He's wandering, but not too far this time.

It's probably why he bumps into Forever. He's close and far. Forever lurks around those boundaries, in his relationship and in the real world, too. That. or Forever was also minding his own business and Missa interrupted him. Either could be true.

"Aha," Missa says, awkwardly shuffling backwards. "Em, funny- funny seeing you here."

The translator picks up on his words, the awkwardness seeping through his body language if not his tone. He sees the way it takes Forever a moment to parse his words. The other man is equally on strange footing, leaning away from him and eyeing him awkwardly. Missa wants to cry. He also wants to run away. He settles for backing up slowly.

"I'm visiting Bad Boy," Forever says after a second. His lips don't quite match up with his words, but he seems to gain some confidence as he speaks. "Why are you here?"

"Wandering," Missa says. He takes another teeny tiny step back. "Seeing things I've missed."

Forever's eyes narrow, just a little. "You've missed a lot, you know."

"Not too much," Missa says, gripping his backpack strap tightly.

"Chayanne think the same?" Forever asks, grinning slightly. He cocks his head, and Missa feels a flare of annoyance curdle within him.

"Keep his name out of your mouth," he says. He tries to keep his tone light and jokey, but it still sounds tense. He stays still as Forever shuffles past him, watching as he kicks a stump, restless energy, always moving.

"Touchy touchy." Forever says, hoisting himself up to sit on a fallen log. "Philza forgiven you yet?"

"He was never angry with me," Missa informs him. At least, not in the long term. Forever doesn't need to know that bit.

"As far as you know. You were gone. Meanwhile, I was here." Forever props his chin in his hand, elbow on his knee. "Who knows what could've happened?"

"Phil said... nothing ever happened," Missa says slowly. And he believes it, just looking at Forever. The way his mouth cocks to the side and he says slowly,

"You gonna believe him?"

Missa nods once. "I trust him. He trusts me."

"But he doesn't love you." Forever is still watching him, and behind his mask, Missa feels his cheeks burn.

"What do you know about love? About him?" Missa asks, suddenly more than a little furious. "You know his little habits? Did you stitch the backpack he wears? Do you know what he did for me? I am on all the access doors to the house. To the eggs. I am allowed in his bedroom at night. Not you."

Forever looks up from where he's been inspecting his nailbeds, feigning nonchalance. Missa can see the tightness in his shoulders, the way his face is a little too bored. "I only care about one of those things," he says.

"And that's why you've never gotten it," Missa snaps. "Goodbye." He turns on his heel to leave- but doesn't miss the way Forever's face scrunches up before it leaves his line of sight.

"Watch your back!" Forever calls out. Missa purposefully does not look over his shoulder. "You never know when that trust will run out!"

Missa keeps walking. Not worth it, he reminds himself, and immediately warps home once he's out of Forever's sight.

[dhmis-autism]

hey yall think the key guy and duck ever made out evil style

[ratatatastic]

"projected lineup this" "projected lineup that" okay well if mikksy isnt paired up w boqvist im gonna project myself into the damn sea how about that