team, pointless, lonely with polyruses :^)))
hmmmmm this one is long???? longer than i want it to be (also pry this poly ship from my cold dead hands)
It’s quiet on the roof of their building. Quiet as it can be, Fell supposes. There’s, of course, the sound of cars below, the hum of electricity that was ever-present regardless of how much sound there was, but there’s no one on the roof with him and so he counts that as his quiet. So he sits alone in the semi-silence and breathes in the dark night air and breathes back out like he knows helps the tension in his chest. It’s not working like he wishes it was, fingers twitching with the need to do something. The apartment is already spotless, and since the other three are home for once, deep cleaning would cause more concern than his statement of “needing some air.”
And so he came to the roof. He opens his sockets, fingers gripping the edge of the building hard enough that he could feel the cool damp of the concrete through his gloves, and looks over the edge, down to the cars and the few dark specks of people below. The thought of falling comes to the front of his mind and he only hesitates for a moment before he leans back, going back to looking at the near starless sky. It’s quiet.
It’s short-lived, of course, as things like this usually are. The door to the roof swings open and he doesn’t have to turn around to know that it was Slim who did it, listening to the thudding of footsteps that are firmer than Stretch’s dragging steps and more obnoxious than Papyrus’s proud ones. They come to a stop as Slim leans on the edge beside him, elbow propped on the concrete and face smug.
Fell glares at him and turns back to the cars below. “Until you came, yes.”
Slim laughs. It takes much more than that to really offend him, he knows, and it’s all in jest anyways. “Aw, c’mon, Fell. Us creatures of the night have to stick together.”
He stares at Slim for a moment, watches the grin and the twitching of his leg as it bounces. He looks away. “Papyrus told you to come up here, didn’t he?”
The silence was answer enough. “He’s just worried,” he says.
Fell scoffs but holds his tongue, having a few choice words about that subject and irony. It’s enough for Slim to read between the lines, though, the other tensing up before laughing and pulling out his phone, clicking at the screen a bit before pocketing it once more.
“We’re all worried,” he says.
Fell scowls, rolling his eyes. “I’m perfectly fine,” he insists. Slim hums, looking over the edge.
“Physically, sure.” He glances at him, and in his eyelights in a knowledge that he hates that the other has, understanding and smugness that comes from a similar situation. Because being physically fine is the only thing that has ever really mattered, being capable of fighting for your life or, at the very least, being capable of providing for others to receive that same protection. It’s the same argument that he’s used countless times against the other, and the use of it on him isn’t lost.
He’s about to make a comeback, something snappy and clever, when the door to the roof slams open once more, a frazzled Papyrus darting out dragging a confused Stretch behind him. His sockets land on Slim and himself, and there’s a moment of silence before he groans, stomping his foot and dropping the fistful of hoodie he had in his hand. “Slim! That’s not funny!”
Fell raised a brow, looking to his left. Slim grinned. “I told him we were both gonna jump.”
It’s not funny, really, it isn’t, but he can’t help the snort that comes. It’s undignified and he knows the thought of it will make him cringe later, but for now he just stands, watching Papyrus scold Slim with no real heat behind his words after hearing his laughter.
Stretch walks to the edge beside him, pulling a box of cigarettes from his pocket and Fell takes one, rolling it between his fingers as he looks at the lights of the city below. It’s not long before the others join him against the edge of the building, their warmth and presence comforting in a way that he wishes it wasn’t.
