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unordinarydays​:

For somebody trying to placate the guy, Cole sure knows how to wind him up effortlessly. The attempt to be amicable isn’t without it’s merits however, what with Jay gradually lowering his weapon to stand and sulk with his hands on his hips instead.

“-That didn’t happen.” he grumbles, lying through his teeth reflexively as if he hadn’t woken up with dragon-shaped indents left on his cheek some mornings. “And, on the off-chance it did actually happen - which it didn’t - quit watching me sleep!!” Cole means well, Jay himself knows the guy’s making an attempt to console him even now, it’s just that he’s flustered and unwilling to subject himself to potentially more teasing in the long-run.

The Blue Ninja plonks himself down at the tail end of the mattress in a huff… and doesn’t really help his case- he’s sitting there hugging the middle of the pillow, chin lightly propped atop it as he pouts some more. “And y’know you could just ask the guy to wear something fluffy, right? Boulder brain.”

“Suuure. And I’ll go put a sock on your sword,” Cole drawls, beaming bright. “Fittin’ Zane into a sweater doesn’t make him any less solid, dummy. It just takes some bite away from that temperature. Not that anything makes a difference to me anymore.”

He looks a little melancholy about that, but brushes it off faster than it came about. He’s used to not feeling anything, after all.

“So!” pulling himself upright, Cole shuffles over to sit by Jay’s side.

“If sayin’ boo is too cheesy, bringin’ up your cuddle buddy is off limits, and I’m not allowed to ‘watch you sleep’--” Cole curls his fingers into air quotes, because no, he’s never done that. He just shared a bedroom with Jay and the other ninja for years. “What else we got to make me a better ghost?”

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unordinarydays​:

Listen, Jay’s a small dude, and ghostly affliction be damned, Cole is still an over six feet tall brick shithouse with some semblance of super strength as a cherry on the cake- even a playful shove like this one is enough to send Jay scrambling backwards in a cartoonish effort to regain his balance. There’s even some muffled ‘cursing’ thrown into the mix.

Before the Black Ninja gets a chance to become intangible again Jay reels forward, using the force of the backswing from his prior fumble to swing the pillow at Cole like it’s an axe, a woosh of air sounding for a split second before the guy gets absolutely walloped right in the schnozz with the cottony club.

Who needs fancy-schmancy deepstone weaponry when you can just have an unwarranted grudge against your bestest buddy in the whole wide world?

“-YOU DO! YOU DO USE THE GUY MADE OF TITANIUM AS A TEDDY BEAR!!” Jay howls, successfully incensed by Cole’s smug aura. He stamps his foot in a huff, one hand holding the pillow threateningly over his shoulder while the other points sternly towards the door. “GO USE HIM AS A TEDDY BEAR RIGHT NOW.” He’s telling Cole very subtly to stop being annoying and leave him alone.

“Oof.”

The strike genuinely knocks Cole for six, hitting him full in the face like an executioner who can’t quite tell a vertebrae from a vomer. If Cole still had bones, that might’ve made his nose sore.

“Whoa, simmer down, Sparky. Didn’t mean to get on your bad side,” he placates, propping himself up onto his elbows to look at his buddy from a less leisurely angle. “I wasn’t kiddin’ around when I said it was okay to have somethin’ to cuddle. You act like none of us saw you cozy up to the Nunchucks of Lightning. If you ask me, Womp’s a step up.”

There’s a ‘don’t-mind-if-I-do’ on the tip of Cole’s tongue, but it comes second to making sure Jay is alright. He wanted to give the guy a fright, not piss him off!

“Just don’t tell Zane I think metal’s a bit tough.”

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unordinarydays​:

In that instant it’s like a dam bursts, Maya unable to hold back from shuddering and sobbing into her son’s shoulder full throttle at the sound of his own small - far too small - torn voice. The arms wrapped around him squeeze tight enough for the embrace to ache, and it speaks for her while she can’t; ‘I’m not going anywhere. Never again.’

She doesn’t want to forget either. Though in all truth, she doubts she ever really could. She’s their mother, after all.

Before long Ray follows suit, albeit with his own sniffling subdued in a misguided effort to quietly console his wife and child. He reaches over the two, hover-handing briefly as he considers an awkward attempt at hugging them both, but instead resolves to plant his palm firmly on Kai’s adjacent shoulder to thumb circles into the fabric of his shirt. It remains nowhere near as heartfelt as he’d like, not by a long shot, but it’s the best he has with the pair of them so tangled in grief like this.

A good thing, too, because Maya seems set on tangling them all the more, well, just a little, with her taking the moment to press a kiss to Kai’s cheek before returning to her sodden spot on his shoulder. “My baby…” she whimpers, voice strained with her continued, failed attempts to hold back her own tears in the face of her son’s own. Determined to try though, she shushes gently in his ear inbetween her hiccup-laden sobbing. “I missed you too, you’ll never- you’ll never know how much I missed you…”

The grief lasts, and the noise lasts – it lasts and lasts until it runs bone dry.

Kai is tired now. Numb everywhere he wishes he could feel something and hurting everywhere he wishes he could shut off. In equal parts, he regrets and is thankful that he hadn’t brought Nya here, as the spotty shadows of the things around him are lining up near-perfectly against the silhouettes of his childhood. All he needs is his baby sister and he can pretend everything is as it once was; he only needs to keep his eyes narrow. But is this feeling one he wants to wallow in?

Peeking out from the embrace he and his mother have wrapped themselves up in, Kai seeks out something new. New furniture, new forgeries, or a new feature on somebody’s face. He settles on the salt-and-pepper in his father’s hair; a white bridge connecting his spikes to his goatee as if stubbornly refusing him sideburns.

He smiles a little.

“Pops,” Kai says, a little shredded-sounding and sleepy. “Nya... she’s just like you.”

No, not because of sideburns -- because of smithing. Because of her passion, her patience, her fire and fierceness. Everything he remembers about his father has sprouted up one way or another in his sister.

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Mondo messed up.

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“You’re on thin ice, Zane.”

“Incorrect. I am standing on the floor.”

“It’s an expression.”

“It’s a carpet.”

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unordinarydays​:

“I’m not toast, I have the power of deduction on my side and won’t totally time us out on a timed quiz, unlike somebody.” he says, casting a glance at Cole and sounding all too sure of himself. The logic Jay’s running on here is that viddy game quizzes are almost always multiple choice, with a pool of four answers, and therefore picking at random still leaves you with a 25% chance of being correct.

…The Blue Ninja being willing to potentially gamble their collective well-being on these odds probably isn’t a good sign, but this is Jay we’re talking about.

He skoodges on over back to Cole’s side, wrapping an arm around the big guys neck to pull him down a bit and give the crease of his eye a little peck. “We’ll be fiiine, pumpkin. Besides, Terra Karana’s totally just gonna be like, retro hard, meaning we can probably totally just, y’know, retro cheese it. Piece’a cake!”

For a guy so insistent on Cole being forgetful, Jay sure has a patchy memory when it comes to who hands who the game controller when they’re in a tight spot. Still, he can’t be mad -- not with a smile at his temple and a chirp in his ear.

Dropping the grouchy expression in favour of something warmer, the Black Ninja wraps both his arms around the small of Jay’s back and leans into him; pushing the man almost all the way over as he presses a kiss to his forehead. Then, curling his feet in towards his thighs, he pulls both of them back onto their feet.

No, he can’t support Jay’s weight very well right now, but if Milton Dyer made it so players had to grind to go from the sitting emote to standing, Prime Empire wouldn’t have made it past pre-alpha.

“Well, if it’s cake, I guess it can’t be so bad,” Cole jokes light-heartedly. “I trust you, buddy. Just don’t come cryin’ to me if retro hard means retro cheap shots.”

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unordinarydays​:

“Heya pal,” he replies through barely stifled laughter. The good humour isn’t lost despite being sent hurtling across the playing field, none too ceremoniously skidding through the terrain and leaving a small crater in his wake. The knight manages to save some of his dignity by rolling with the momentum, ending up back on his feet by the time he comes skidding to a halt.

Clay takes a moment to casually brush some turf from his pauldrons, making a small show of being unphased. “Ha, you can call it a warm up, I call it practising some restraint.” he fires back with a wolfish grin. An obvious taunt, but not exactly untrue: Despite the Black Ninja’s proven sturdiness and continued reassurance, Clay still has his concerns.

“Slight moral dilemma here though, I’m realising, admittedly a little late,” he explains in his usual disjointed way, putting his hands up in a T-for-timeout. “I’m in full plate armour and you- you just have your guns out…”

“Is that- surely that’s not okay, is it…?” Yes. That’s right. Clay Moorington is debating the fairness of this light-hearted scuffle all because Cole has his elementally-enhanced biceps out there for the whole world to see.

Clay’s anxiety punches Cole’s ‘pause’ button for a moment, the Black Ninja’s balled fists coming undone and his alert, high-shouldered posture drooping in an unceremonious melt. Fairness hadn’t really come into the equation for Cole, and to be honest, it’s still not something that concerns him.

Pinching his lips in a prepared way, Cole smirks and refixes his stance -- hands ahead, legs apart, and his biceps noticeably tense as he flexes them in an obvious taunt.

“What, you wanna go fetch yourself a shield, too?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows in a cheeky manner. “I get that my babies can be pretty intimidating, but you don’t have to worry about ‘em chipping that fancy suit of yours. I’ll be gentle.”

Forgive the doggish persistence, but Cole isn’t the type to drop a spar two blows in. He’s pretty pumped up to fight somebody who won’t collapse like a folding chair if he uses his RX abilities, and at least wants the opportunity to take them for a spin!

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*sees a landmine* eh what the heck *steps on it and explodes*

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unordinarydays​:

The Black Ninja’s gentle shove earns him an indignant yelp. Jay’s not hurt, of course, well, at least not physically- but how very dare you, Cole! The absolute gall… he was snug as a bug huddled up against you on the virtual floor, and yet here you are, heartless enough to make him actually do his job.

Cole’s judgemental eye contact is met with an all too familiar pout and some sulkily crossed arms. Meanie.

“Uh, I do, thanks! I just… needed a reminder! Also, it’s called a Key-Tana, Cole, y’know, like ‘katana’? Some listener you are-” A point punctuated by Jay bapping his bestest buddy’s dumb pec-plate with the side of his fist. “C’mon, man, what if we got one of those annoying pre-bossfight pop quiz thingies? You’d be toast!”

Said as if Jay doesn’t hand the controller to Cole for any and all instances of that.

“I was distracted!” Cole protests, pitched slightly higher than usual as he neglects to mention why. Not that it’s a hard puzzle to put together -- his jaw dropped the first time he saw Superstar Rockin’ Jay and didn’t shut for a good hour after the fact. “Besides, it wouldn’t be my fault if I got steamrolled. I’ve only been here a day and I didn’t have time to check in with the NPCs. All the lore I know about the game is from you!”

And, to his credit, Jay spent almost their entire catch-up session talking about the League of Jays.

“If I’m toast, you’re toast. All I’m sayin’.”

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unordinarydays​:

The fingers tangled in his hair are withdrawn in a hurry, Maya now seeking out Kai’s cheeks to hold his face in her hands as she brushes his sodden eyelashes with her thumbs and locks eyes with him. Her breath shudders and tears stream down her face, but amidst it all Maya’s trying her best to make some withered attempt at being stern with him.

“Listen- listen to me; you did everything you could, and I’m proud of you.” She idly trails a thumb over the notched scars on his cheek and her composure falters further for it, voice cracking as fresh tears well in her eyes. In spite of it, Maya leans forward, planting a kiss on the bridge of her son’s nose before readjusting herself to pull him back into their hug and lay his head on her shoulder. “You did more than you ever should have had to.” she continues shakily, before being finally succumbing sobbing herself. “I’m so sorry…”

Ray’s lip wobbles at the sight of them both, and he has to take a moment to steady his breath before he speaks. “Your mother’s right.” he crackles, reaching out to place a hand between Kai’s shoulders and stroke the boy’s back in a subdued way- it allows him to sort of half-hug Maya in the process, too. “You did everything right kiddo, y’just shouldn’t have had to, ‘specially shouldn’t have had to do it alone.” Those last few words have Maya sob openly into Kai’s crown and Ray winces for it, now stuck in a silent debate of whether or not he should continue at the risk of making things worse.

He’s grown tired of doing nothing, is the thing. “You did right by her. We’re just wishin’ we could’ve done right by you, too.”

It wasn’t your fault. Don’t beat yourself up. We would’ve made it no matter what.

There’s so many things Kai wishes he could say, so many assurances he wants to relay to his parents so they know he doesn’t blame them. He wants them to know how badly it pains him to hear them upset, and how dearly he wishes they wouldn’t cry for his childhood.

Difficult, through his own strangled tears.

As strong as Kai is, and as stubborn as he tends to be in the face of his pain, nobody is impervious to being told the things they had always needed to be told when they were young.

It hurts. Maybe just in his throat, or maybe all over -- it’s hard to focus on just one thing when heaves of breath are spiking sharpness all the way down his ribcage.

"I missed you," he says, his voice thin and desperate. "I missed you so mu-hu-hu-huch."

Cries turn to sobs and Kai digs his fingers into Maya’s clothing. Their embrace is tightened at every place they’re tangled together, fabric pulled into tight bunches by unfeeling fingers that can’t quite manage their own strength. Out of joy or fear or something else, Kai is keeping his mother rooted to the spot; taking in her affection while he still can. Don’t forget this, he orders himself mentally, braced for her absence as if her being here is only fleeting. Don’t you ever forget this again.

"Mommy," he weeps.

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unordinarydays​:

“It’s not supposed to make you feel bad, it’s supposed to be romantic…!” whines the Blue Ninja, giving his buddy a half-hearted kick to the shin with those stupid heels for his trouble. It’s followed up by Jay turning his head though, just enough to apologetically nuzzle the tip of his nose against Cole’s jaw without displacing the guy. “I knowww you wouldn’t change a thing about me - dude, if anything you’d just make me way shorter ‘cause you’d think it’s funny and we’d be so over.”

Jay’s only half joking; being a single inch shorter (under five feet tall as a result, mind you) would absolutely make him feel like some kind of man molecule. He knows it. The boots are on for a reason, thank you very much.

“…Remind me what we’re actually supposed to be doing?” Fluff sort of shakes his brain free of all thought like it’s a bargain bin Etch-a-Sketch… well, a lot of things do, but fluff does it some extra. He doesn’t wanna get up anyways so it doesn’t matter.

Cole hums in his throat, sending an affectionate buzz through to Jay’s nose. He wants very much to stay here and snuggle with his star-speckled spouse, but there’s an instinct in him that apparently never developed in Jay: he knows there’s work to be done. They need to get up eventually; and besides, the sweet stuff will be cut short the moment Lloyd and the other ninja walk out of the gear shop.

So, reluctantly, and with an affectionate eye-roll at his boyfriend’s empty-headedness, Cole pulls himself up into a sitting position and slides Jay just far enough away to make judgemental eye contact with him.

“You told us we needed to get to a game called Terra Karana,” he says. “Somethin’ about a key-thing? I would’a thought you’d have remembered your own plan.”

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unordinarydays​:

I do.

The thought comes to her readily, as it always has, though not for a single moment does she have the will nor want to say it aloud. Kai’s already near tears- what good would it be, to upset her son further with her old grief? Subconsciously, she brings her hand up and runs her fingers gently through Kai’s hair, as if she has to make sure he’s still there despite everything.

Maya’s a very what’s-done-is-done-let’s-just-do-our-best sort of personality, but being left to wonder if your children are even alive for well over two decades isn’t something anybody can look past so readily.

“I know, I know you didn’t sweetie,” Maya soothes mid-sniffle, taking the brief lapse in speech to shush him softly for a moment. “I just wish I could have done something. Your father and I both, even just- even just a little, honey… you shouldn’t have had to go through that, it isn’t fair…”

Maya makes an active effort to stop talking as her voice turns taut and her word choice borders on childish. She wants to do better. She wants to do better by them so badly and it breaks her heart that by this point, she feels that she can’t, not in a meaningful way. All the cuddles and home-cooked meals in the world don’t make up for not being there when it would’ve actually mattered.

Tears roll down her cheeks, obligingly silent in their wake despite everything. It’s okay, though. As long as she keeps her eyes closed, she can stand it.

“A day didn’t go by where we didn’t think about you.” Ray whispers, looking and feeling rather pathetic as Maya consoles their son by her lonesome. He’s not without the same guilt, far from it, he’s just… at a complete loss for what to do. Much in the same vein as his wife, he’s not sure he can do anything that counts for much beyond just being here now.

Kai’s desperation recedes momentarily, as if having his mother’s hand in his hair is enough to tune out the buzzing static behind his eyes. In reality, it’s far from a comfort -- rather, it’s the straw that breaks the camel’s back; a gesture he remembers from when he was small robbing his muscles of tension and causing his limbs to go slack. He practically melts down Maya’s front, chest heaving in a tell-tale way as he starts to cry unabated.

“We thought about you too,” he hiccups. “I, I-I mean, Nya didn’t remember... but I told her. I told her your stories, an-and I tried, I-I tried...” 

No matter how hard he tried, Kai could never cook suppers like Maya, or teach blacksmithing with Ray’s patient manner. He couldn’t hold Nya in his lap or walk her to school. Try as he may to be her mother and her father, he was only ever her brother -- and only three years older than her. 

“It w's hard without you,” he whispers. Perhaps the fact is too obvious to warrant such secrecy, but Kai’s never admitted this before. 

He doesn’t want to now, fearful of upsetting his parents, but the cracks in his composure are caving fast. For the first time in twenty years, he’s allowed to be a child.

“N’thing could r’place you. I tried.”