I Like To Push Until My Luck Is Over

[polariity]

With a few exceptions, alliances in the arena are destined to be constant ever changing things. It's something he knows the second the rules are explained to them. There are a few amongst their number, of course, that automatically gravitate towards those they know. Him and Signless are an example. Yet whenever they gather in those cold nights that they come to know... It's with a sense of unease and wariness.

Psii doesn't care for it. He stays with Signless, the two of them on their own. It's like being Alternia all over again as they keep close and forage for their survival. The scene isn't unfamiliar... Especially not the part where other people want to kill them.

If only it could have lasted forever.

But one night the cannon sounds off, that familiar face in the sky, and Psii finally appears at the nearest gathering of people. The light of their fire is like a beacon, after all, and he's wordless as he settles down near it with no question. Around three others, and he keeps a wary eye on them all even as a part of him is apathetic to the idea of one of them leaping forward and bashing his head into a rock.

It'd be a relief.

There's not much talking, which he appreciates, and he just enjoys the warmth for what little pleasure it can give him as he squeezes a sharpened stone in one hand. It's the sound of rustling that them all glance up again, bodies tense. New arrival, someone with murder on their mind, or beast? It could be anything.

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[polariity]

God. One of these days he's going to date someone with some goddamn sensible priorities.

Just not today. (Probably never.) Instead, he milks all he can from the kiss, half to ruin that stupid vanity his kismesis still carries with him sometimes and half for some bizarre reassurance as the blood stays warm against his mouth. After a moment, he pulls away with red smeared across his lips and breathless. "Do that again," he growls, "and I will leave your utheless hump-happy corpthe behind to thtarve."

But for now, well. There's food waiting, food he could have been preparing if not for this bullshit (a mental complaint he makes sure Schuldig fucking gets), and he tugs Schuldig along with him even as though he shouldn't be wasting away his strength with flight. "Come on, you living embodiment of everything that'sh wrong with the world. I thould make you cook."

[guilty_by_design]

"You act like I planned it." Schuldig tenses briefly as Psii pulls him off the branch and into a controlled descent, but soon relaxes again. "And if you've got time to sweet-talk me, you've got time to cook yourself."

Almost as soon as he's on solid ground, Schuldig's eyes flicker closed again. His body is conserving every scrap of energy it can at this point.

[polariity]

"You're lucky you're thuch a utheless pile of bulgerot..." But it's nothing more than a mutter as he shoulders Schuldig's weight and leans him against the tree before he fetches his prey from before he had a panic attack.

It's a tedious goddamn process, and he's well aware that as they are, they're sort of out in the open. Vulnerable. His vision twofold can't be relied on right now- Schuldig can't handle him going into that again and he needs all the energy he can get. So he just works on skinning and plucking his catches as quickly as he can with his ears tuned for even the slightest disturbance. This means he's not exactly neat- the skins get discarded to the side in a manner he's sure would make Disciple screech if she ever saw them. Yet it's the meat that's important right now, and soon enough he has a small fire going with animal corpses roasting over them.

When he's finally certain they're cooked enough that he doesn't have to worry have any sickness (probably), he turns to his kismesis and kicks at his feet. "Hey, athole."

[guilty_by_design]

Schuldig's eyes flutter open again, slightly; his body doesn't even seem to want to expend the energy of jerking in reaction to the kick. But after a moment he takes a deeper breath - he smells the meat - and his eyes open more fully.

It seems to take a concerted effort for him to sit up, but he does so. Then he gives Psii an expectant look, waiting for him to hand something over. If you think he's about to coordinate taking spits off the fire, Psii...