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Who: Trunks and Angelo
Where: Up on the island and no he doesn't care about the cold
When: December 3rd
Status: Closed
Style: [lazy]

[Trunks had lost track of Gohan's ki two days ago, after he'd woken up from another ridiculously long sleep. He spent the first twelve hours searching every inch of the dome and the island, knowing it was pointless and yet refusing to not do so.

He was ignoring everyone and everything, any messages on the network--in fact he'd left his SFC at home--and despite his normal appetite being insane, he hasn't eaten in those two days.

After tearing Vatheon apart, twice over, he had retreated to the island where it was easier to avoid people. And easier to avoid hurting people when he blew up a few rocks and trees out of sheer frustration in a desperate hope that it would help him feel better.

It didn't. So he settled for sitting on a rock near the beach, looking out over the water, leg pulled up to his chest and chin resting on his knee, completely zoned out.]

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[Angelo decided to take a break from being around other people and went up to paint alone on the island. After all, it seemed to be his inspiration spot. When he arrived near the beach, his eyes caught the sight of someone who hadn't seen in a good long while as they widen with his mouth slightly open in shock. Instantly, he dropped everything he carried with him up there and ran towards the rock, not stopping for even a moment.]

Edited 2012-12-03 08:10 (UTC)

[There wasn't quite as much clatter as there would be had it been the plaza with its cobblestones, but the soft 'whump' of Angelo's things hitting the ground--not to mention the rapid footfalls--caught Trunks' attention.

He turned, slowly, he felt tired and strung out even though he'd apparently just been sleeping for a month. He knew the feeling well, it probably reflected on his face but he couldn't bring himself to care enough to make his expression neutral.

Angelo. The last words he'd traded with him had been angry--not just angry, he'd been furious, but none of that anger rose up in him now. Just a weak roiling of the stomach that might've been just as much hunger as dread. He'd come up here to avoid people, he certainly didn't want to talk.]

[Once he gets to the spot where Trunks is sitting, he lets out heavy breathing before looking up at him with a scowl at first. However, seeing the look on Trunks' face changed that scowl into a softer face of melancholy. He also decides to climb up onto the rock and sit right next to him.]

...I thought they sent you home and I'd never get to see you again.

[There's a short silence after Angelo speaks, Trunks evidently either gathering his thoughts and voice or just wondering why would he care.]

...I wouldn't be the only one.

[He had a lot of time to think and come to terms with so much, even if speaking out his feelings proved to be a bit difficult. Yet he knew it had to be done.]

Truth to be told, I was worried about you after what happened. I even left a voice mail which you never answered. I thought perhaps you never wanted to speak with me again and in fact grew to hate me because of what I had done.

[Trunks just shakes his head slowly.]

I fell asleep shortly after that. Bad timing, I guess. Woke up a couple days ago.

[And looks like he hasn't really slept since. He has, a bit, but he definitely doesn't look rested.]

[Now he's looking a bit annoyed now.]

So you were napping while I worried? [A small huff.] I guess I had no reason to worry about you then.

[He doesn't really react. He's tired and emotionally drained enough that everything is at that stage where he feels like he's moving--and feeling everything--through water. Or maybe jello. It's not a good feeling.]

I was spontaneously comatose for a month, not 'napping.' Not that you needed to worry anyway.

[He decides instead of bickering to take action and stands up on the rock then holds out for Trunks to take.]

...Come with me, I have something to show you.

[Trunks just stares at Angelo's hand for a minute--really, what, does he not think Trunks can get up on his own?--then slowly takes it, still wondering exactly the reason behind the gesture. He takes back his hand after he's up, stuffing the both of them in his pockets like an awkward and sulky teenager.

Which, yes, he feels like.]

[He jumps off the rock and starts walking back to where he dropped his art supplies, making sure the other is following him. When they get to the spot, he picks up a sketchbook. Turning back to Trunks, he gives him a faint smile.]

This is what I want to show you. Particularly, the contents within.

[Trunks blinks--drawing is a leisure activity he's not seen much of, in fact all he can remember seeing is his mother's blueprints. He had no idea Angelo was an artist too.]

That's why you came up here, to draw?

[He grins at him and opens the sketch book slowly, admiring each work he's done thus far.]

To paint and sketch, yes. It's a hobby I used to do when I was young, but I've refined it now being here.

[He stops on one sketch in his book and turns it so the other can see it. It's a full body portrait of Trunks sitting in a chair by a window with it open as he stares out at the rain with a somber appearance, his arms and legs crossed as well.]

Not a bad resemblance, eh?

Edited 2012-12-04 06:04 (UTC)

[...why are you drawing pictures of him.]

...why are you drawing pictures of me?

[Well, sometimes you just have to ask what you're thinking.]

[He sighs and slightly rolls his eyes.]

I draw pictures of people I like, is that a problem?

[Trunks sighs himself.]

That's not what I meant. I just didn't expect it.

[He closes the sketchbook and puts a hand on Trunks' shoulder. Then looks at him with a serious but sober expression.]

You mean a great deal to me. Even if...I have a hard time expressing that correctly.

[Trunks is always serious.]

It's not like I'd really know what 'correct' or 'normal' is in that context. I don't exactly have a great frame of reference.

[Angelo sighs and tries to play cool again.]

Yes well, this whole feelings and emotions business is new for me. It's not like I exactly know what to do, I keep trying to discover what it means to obtain true happiness.

[He's already tired of conversation, he just wants to angst in peace.]

I don't have answers for you.

[Can't let you do that, Trunks.]

You're wrong about that, you have given me answers. [He now grabs both of his shoulders and stands right in front of him, starting intently at his face.] You told me awhile ago that I should try accepting my emotions and doing so, they could give me strength. That's the sole reason I've decided to do it now and trying to discover what I locked away all those years ago, because of what you told me. [He lowers his eyes.] You've helped me to change and see that maybe I was wrong to push them away. I'm...truly grateful to you.

[Why not. :| Trunks backs up slightly to break Angelo's grip on his shoulders, looking away. Seriously he is not in a place to have this conversation.]

Really, I'm glad. I hope--no, I know you can do it.

[But way to sound enthusiastic, Trunks. ~~He doesn't.~~]

[Angelo burrows his eyebrows and grips onto Trunks' hand tightly. He knows he's depressed, but he's not about to leave him alone.]

...Thanks, but I'm not leaving you alone or letting you run away. Not after what happened last time and I thought I lost you for an entire month.

[Sigh.]

Angelo, I'm not going anywhere.

[He smiles and lets go of his hand slowly.]

Good, because I have a gift for you.

[Out of his pocket he pulls a hair ribbon similar to his, but instead of black it's navy blue. He also gives him a small wink.]

I found this some time ago and have been holding onto it, I thought you might be able to use it to tie your hair back with.

...thanks.

[He takes it and after a moment of hesitation, reaches back to tie his hair (still not as long as Angelo's.) Perhaps surprisingly, it looks like he knows what to do with it. Granted, he wraps it a few more times around his hair than Angelo does, and doesn't tie it in a bow, but he's tied his hair back before.]

[He's about to open his mouth and say something, but stops himself and gives him a small nod between a half smile.]

It looks great on you, I knew it would.

[He turns away from his companion for a moment to stare out at the ocean, that same half smile across his face.]

We never had oceans or beaches this beautiful back home you know... [He pauses then laughs softly.] Even the wind feels much better than my world. Maybe one day I'll be able to reach for the sky and touch those clouds as I've always dreamed I would.

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