#clouded-city

[technologicaltriplets]

@clouded-city

From down the hall, a barrage of brotherly yelling and fighting was going on. Nothing too serious, just some casual hand to hand combat, avoiding anything that could be broken because anything that had been unpacked in Crimsons room, was worth a lot of money. Once all frustration was replaced with joking laughter, their tussle turned to a pat on the back and a hug. Greed and Crim, slightly bruised and battered from their fight, lay down on the king sized bed with a smile. 

Drifting off to sleep as time past, Tech left the room to return to Greed’s, so that Savage wasn’t cold and confused once she finished her shower. Collecting some pyjamas in her size along the way, he quietly slipped into Greeds bedroom, placing the folded clothes in front of the bathroom door. He knocked softly on the door, not really bothered if it startled Savage or not, “Aurora, I have left some pyjamas that should be suited to your needs in front of the door.” He straightened himself back up, “I’ll be waiting for you here, to escort you to your room.” Walking away from the door, Tech started to unpack some of Greeds boxes, the ones that weren’t clothes, because Greed had to order that shit himself.

[technologicaltriplets]

@clouded-city

“You shall remain as Aurora to me then.” Tech smiled with a light nod of his head at her answer. “Then right this way,” he motion her to his right and to follow as they walked to the extremely empty kitchen where the wet groceries lay.

“I’m so sorry that I can’t offer you anything else, but as you can see, we don’t have a lot of offer at the moment. I would offer you a seat, but,” he paused to motion to the empty bench, “We do not have one to give.” Looking through the groceries that Crimson had bought he sighed ever so softly at the number of items that he had forgotten to buy and would have to himself. He found some tea at the bottom of one of the bags out of luck. Moving to place a full kettle on the stove, he shifted back to watch it boil, leaned against the bench with his arms folded, noticing the uneasiness in Savs expression. Unsure whether to let the silence of speech be broken or let the kettle fill it with it tweets of warmth, he waited it out. Not really feeling the need to share anything else at the moment and refusing to bring up the weather at a topic of conversation. Though the awkward atmosphere that flooded the kitchen was surely shattered minutes later with a loud thumping that could be heard from down the hall. Tech sighed, keeping his eyes locked on the pot, “Three. Two. One-“ And right on schedule, the kettle let out a loud squee as Greed burst into the room, hair a little messier than usual due to his sudden burst of indoor exercise and a smile as bright as the sun.

“SAV!!”

He quickly made his way over to her, giving her a big friendly hug as soon as he was close enough, unturned by her dripping clothes. “It’s so great to see you! How've you been?!” “Greed, allow Aur-Savage room to breath. Oxygen is essential for life.” Tech spoke in a stern yet a little sarcastic tone as he removed the kettle from its flame and proceeded to set up the cups. “Oh shit! Right.” Greed carefully let go of Savage, raising his hand to rub the back of his neck in slight embarrassment. “Sorry about that.”  Smiling wide, he laughed softly, “How’ve you been? It feels like forever since I last saw you!"

[technologicaltriplets]

@clouded-city

“Awesome.” He followed next to her, making sure to stay at her pace so he wouldn’t have to deal with the rain any longer. He looked around the continuously flowing crowd of locals and tourists as they tried to dodge puddles, getting caught a little off guard when Sav bumped into him after being bumped herself. “You ok?” Sighing as they continued on to the supermarket, until finally.... They arrived. With a sigh of relief and escape from the rain, he pulled out from under the umbrella with a stretch. “Ahhh.....” Crim paused, warily reaching into his pocket to pulled out a crumbled piece of damp stained paper. “Fuck. Nothing apparently.” The list that Tech wrote was now nothing more that a crumpled pile of a failed arts and crafts project. He sighed, looking back to Sav with a shrug, “Tea, milk and something to eat for dinner. Maybe some take-away? There’s no actual set up at the apartment, so no cooking tonight. You know any good Chinese places? Ooo, and cereal and stuff for breakfast tomorrow.” He said with an awkward smile, trying to hide the fact that the destroyed list wasn’t a good thing.