"Can I..Stay here for a while? Please! I have nowhere to go! I don't wanna die!"
CHOICE: [Come in]
"Thank you. I promise that I won't cause you any trouble.."
"Heh."
(Ooc: More below. New intro post! I deleted the old one)

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"Can I..Stay here for a while? Please! I have nowhere to go! I don't wanna die!"
CHOICE: [Come in]
"Thank you. I promise that I won't cause you any trouble.."
"Heh."
(Ooc: More below. New intro post! I deleted the old one)
Ugly rat man and his children
Yep, recently got paralives and made him (+Dima) and I'm having a lot of fun 💔 also I have more screenshots like this
If someone wants me to make their oc in it and have them just walking around somewhere in the neighborhood then just comment 👍 kinda enjoy making houses and characters in it (building especially since building mode is absolutely 1000000/10 in this game!!!)
Knock Knock...
“Hello? Surely you're not ignoring me. I do hope you're in, I didn't come all this way for nothing.”
Ru is up for questions now! Lore hehehe...
And now she is guaranteed to supervise Lollipop Kid (well attempts to supervise) unless stated otherwise. Remember she's only here for a limited time before she's off again so make most of it!
(In case you don't know who Ashru is, check out the BR0KEN LOLLIPOP ARC on the intro post! And that certain someone is @thetroublemaker-askblog..)
- Got any spare cigarette for a poor lonely soul ?
*A lanky person with weird purple skin and even weirder black sclera approached the long haired man without a care in the world for his appearance. They looked even stranger. Tattooes. Peircings. Gauges. Green and purple hair.*
- Smoked all I had. Need my dose. Be a pal.
@radio-host-taking-calls 📻
Arkadij looked up and down at them, then stared at the tattoo on their forehead for a moment before saying anything.
"Mhm, but what am I getting in return for that?" He said with a smirk on his face. Here we go again...
- What do you wish for ?
*Arms crossed over their non-existent chest, face cold as ice, the freak looked less friendly than when they approached. That answer made them spiky and defensive.*
- I won't pay too much. But I have informations, and a good punch.
*A mean right upercut, to be precise.*
- ... And Kombucha. If you believe in the rumors.
*The mouth-to-ear held that beverage at a holy status : able to give a second chance at life and get people back from the Dead. But... Was it true ?
The shot was worth a cigarette, wasnt it ?*
"Well, that's better than nothing I guess" Arkadij shrugs, he never really tried kombucha before. At least now he has a chance to try it, just wonders if it's worth one cigarette. "Alright, then give me that" He pulls out a pack of cigarettes but waits for them to give him kombucha first.
Arkadij looks at their face, more precisely at the radio host's forehead tattoo and quietly chuckles. "Hmmm, what informations do you have?'
- The chance of a second life, I guess it's "better than nothing", yes. That homeowner seems addicted to it. If you wish to trade with him...
*They hold the jar to him. It's not even labelled. It looks mysticak, homemade by a witch of some sort. Given the modern and alien appearance of the woman, it really made the deal... One of a kind.*
- I know too much. I have to be careful with my words. But I did my job, and I did it well. Visitors, F.E.M.A, governement, corruptions and weird secrets, ask and you shall receive.
*They grimaced at the childish chuckling. Was it that funny, that tattoo ? Well, surely. Yes it was. But that was not the moment to laugh and the woman gave the young man a mean look. A dark gaze, even...*
'The chance of a second life', as if it wasn't something he already experienced, unfortunately or not. Arkadij took the jar anyway and placed it next to him, afterwards he tossed the pack of cigarettes in their direction.
He seemed to not notice their reaction to his chuckling or simply did but didn't cared about that which was the most possible option in his case.
"Well, that's a loooot of stuff if I have to be honest with you!" He grinned widely, still staring at that damn tattoo. "If it's not another dumb theory made up by tinfoil-hat-lunatics, then tell me what you know about the Visitors..Besides stuff they already said on TV." Arkadij tries to open the jar, fuck, that one is hard to open. He gave up after one attempt.
"Any interesting informations, hm?"
*The tattooed woman grumbled.*
- Stop staring at it, okay ? It's not that funny ! You're to old to laugh at that. It was meant to say "Die" but the guy who made it at that party was drunk and found the prank hilarious. Punched him for that and broke his tooth.
*She was supposed to get it covered but the apocalypse changed her plans... And now she was salty about it.
She took a deep breath, tried to inhale her barelt hidden threats back, and instead lit a cigarette. There, all better.*
- The stuff on T.V is all wrong. Visitors are not a new species from underground, they are human in origin. Dead ones. Coming back from the dead because of their unfinished business. To move the bodies, there is something else, a parasite. Mushroom or insects I still dont know but it needs human flesh to replace the deterioration of a dead body. That's why visitors kill us, they need to replace their body parts. And that's why all the "signs" have to do with decomposition. It's not reptilians, or aliens, or shape shifters. It's zombies. Of sort...
*A whole bunch of theories said with calm confidence. But even with all those informations, true or not, Host did not see the signs in front of her...*
- I theorise that the ones closer to Her, Death, in their life, become "Super-Visitors", because they have a link. Killers or suicidal people... The others are usual visitors, easier to kill. That's all I got. Satisfied ?
*No, she had many other theories. About "It" being what happens when corpses are burnt : a reaction of the parasite making the flesh transform and turn into something grotesque. Or maybe the accumulation of many visitors into one gigantic entity... But those were just ideas. Not facts.*
"Tsss..This is some bullshit!" He shrugs, looking at her like if she said something completely stupid. "Fuck, For a moment I thought that you seriously have..I don't know! Oh! Some secret goverment documents which prove that you're right..But it's the same shit that I always hear, again, just some theories. I'm disappointed..and It also bores me!"
Arkadij did knew what he is, what happened to him..A bleed out corpses with broken ribs apparently rising from the dead after getting infected by it's own killer. A supervisitors having a link to "the Death"? ..Well, Dima was in fact suicidal in the past from what he had told him, so probably Host's theory is right. But making her think that he's absolutely doubting what she says is much more fun than admitting that she's right about what the visitors really are.
"Heh, don't be too worried about 'being careful with your words' and blah blah blah, 'you know too much' or whatever you said. I doubt that they're gonna lock you up for having some fuckin' silly theories!" Arkadij grinned with amusement while looking at her.
He picked up the jar and attempted to open it..No results.
*At his dismissal of all those words, Host gasped at the young man in shock.*
- ... Do you seriously think that those are baseless claims ?!
*It was not, neither was it ALL she knew. It was barely a scratch on the surface, but all the rest was not worth a pack of cigarettes. Yet... Her honor was bruised and her ego wanted to argue ! To FIGHT !
She slammed her tattooed hands on the table.*
- I am not like that conspiracy theorist ! I base my informations on empiric observations and logic !!!
*Her little eyebrows frown in anger.*
- You want to know what I did ? How I know all of that for sure ?
*She searched for something in her pocket, some... Pictures. Human faces. A beautiful young woman with black hair and blue eyes in ice skating attire on some sport fan page celebrating this "new potential star". A genderless person with mauve eyes posing near a jewerly store for some town event, a little corner of an article no one really cares about. A familiar purple face giving an interview about the new art museum exhibit. A F.E.M.A agent with a cap being written off in an official document, his identity picture crossed out.
- I searched for the SuperVisitors past identities. All of the faces I saw on T.V, I found back in obituaries, hospital documents or even magasines for the famous ones. I know their names, what happened to them, who they were and what their weakness might be.
*Presenting her evidences under his eyes, Host quickly put them back in her pocket, as if he might steal those pictures, articles and such.
She then crosses her arms, snarking at his difficulties with the kombucha pot.*
- Also that's what I know about visitors.
*There is so many more to know. IT. F.E.M.A. What is going on with the governement. What is going on worldwide. Host is no dummy.
But she is a bit hotheaded, and that visitor is looking like a punching ball right now...*
- ... Need a strong man's help with that, twig ?
He stared at her with a grin on his face this whole time, it's like her annoyance and exposing everything she knows was exactly what he wanted to achieve: some weird kind of entertainment from pissing someone off and useful informations.
"Still, it's just theories and observations..Heh, not an actual proofs like, scientific studies or whatever" He shrugs, quietly giggling when taking a look at her face expression. "Pff..Anyway, what else do you got? Amuse me."
Arkadij pointed at the jar afterwards. "Mhmm, yeah, you can open it for me."
- Well, do you have eyes, you fucker ? You have medical documents right HERE ! It's the best anyone could do without joigning F.E.M.A or like... The secret services !
*She slapped the documents, letting her frustration out, but as she saw clearer his character and the smug little smile on his face, she crossed her arms. This was no use. Who was she trying to impress anyway ? HIM ?Ah ! No way ! *
- I am not going to act a fool to amuse you. We had a deal. If I want some other cigarettes... You see what I mean.
*Come back tommorow for some more lore. And dont forget the goods. Or else...*
- Hum...
*Host kind of forgot she was a twig too. Her will to brag put her face to face with stronger than her : a jar. She used her keys to poke a little hole in the surface of the top of the jar, and let the pressure dissapear to better open it. Magic !*
- Tadaaa. Dont thank me.
*Her dead pan tone was hidding a little smile of pride.*
Well, that was fun. Also he could take a look at those documents for a moment! In fact, it quite impressed him that she was able to get those but he won't admit that or show it on his face expression.
Got information, some laugh and she even opened the jar for him! Absolute win.
"Then I won't thank" He said with a smirk on his face and took a sip of kombucha...It tasted disgusting.
*Seeing the disgust on his face made Host crack up a smile. Ah, sweet "revenge" ! ... Accidental, but still, a win is a win.*
- Oh you did thank me plenty just now. Enjoy Immortality. How does the Mycellium taste ? Feeling part of a grand whole yet ?
*She gestured with her lanky arms, "magical hand gestures", smilling wide in amusement. Her sharp shark teeth visible, weird but healthy. Human.*
- Now, if you will excuse me... The deal is completed and I cannot stay any longer in such "charming compagny"... Those cigarettes wont smoke themselves !
He simply just shrugs and puts the jar aside. It tastes awful, can't believe that people actually like to drink that thing. "Yeah, yeah whatever."
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- Got any spare cigarette for a poor lonely soul ?
*A lanky person with weird purple skin and even weirder black sclera approached the long haired man without a care in the world for his appearance. They looked even stranger. Tattooes. Peircings. Gauges. Green and purple hair.*
- Smoked all I had. Need my dose. Be a pal.
@radio-host-taking-calls 📻
Arkadij looked up and down at them, then stared at the tattoo on their forehead for a moment before saying anything.
"Mhm, but what am I getting in return for that?" He said with a smirk on his face. Here we go again...
- What do you wish for ?
*Arms crossed over their non-existent chest, face cold as ice, the freak looked less friendly than when they approached. That answer made them spiky and defensive.*
- I won't pay too much. But I have informations, and a good punch.
*A mean right upercut, to be precise.*
- ... And Kombucha. If you believe in the rumors.
*The mouth-to-ear held that beverage at a holy status : able to give a second chance at life and get people back from the Dead. But... Was it true ?
The shot was worth a cigarette, wasnt it ?*
"Well, that's better than nothing I guess" Arkadij shrugs, he never really tried kombucha before. At least now he has a chance to try it, just wonders if it's worth one cigarette. "Alright, then give me that" He pulls out a pack of cigarettes but waits for them to give him kombucha first.
Arkadij looks at their face, more precisely at the radio host's forehead tattoo and quietly chuckles. "Hmmm, what informations do you have?'
- The chance of a second life, I guess it's "better than nothing", yes. That homeowner seems addicted to it. If you wish to trade with him...
*They hold the jar to him. It's not even labelled. It looks mysticak, homemade by a witch of some sort. Given the modern and alien appearance of the woman, it really made the deal... One of a kind.*
- I know too much. I have to be careful with my words. But I did my job, and I did it well. Visitors, F.E.M.A, governement, corruptions and weird secrets, ask and you shall receive.
*They grimaced at the childish chuckling. Was it that funny, that tattoo ? Well, surely. Yes it was. But that was not the moment to laugh and the woman gave the young man a mean look. A dark gaze, even...*
'The chance of a second life', as if it wasn't something he already experienced, unfortunately or not. Arkadij took the jar anyway and placed it next to him, afterwards he tossed the pack of cigarettes in their direction.
He seemed to not notice their reaction to his chuckling or simply did but didn't cared about that which was the most possible option in his case.
"Well, that's a loooot of stuff if I have to be honest with you!" He grinned widely, still staring at that damn tattoo. "If it's not another dumb theory made up by tinfoil-hat-lunatics, then tell me what you know about the Visitors..Besides stuff they already said on TV." Arkadij tries to open the jar, fuck, that one is hard to open. He gave up after one attempt.
"Any interesting informations, hm?"
*The tattooed woman grumbled.*
- Stop staring at it, okay ? It's not that funny ! You're to old to laugh at that. It was meant to say "Die" but the guy who made it at that party was drunk and found the prank hilarious. Punched him for that and broke his tooth.
*She was supposed to get it covered but the apocalypse changed her plans... And now she was salty about it.
She took a deep breath, tried to inhale her barelt hidden threats back, and instead lit a cigarette. There, all better.*
- The stuff on T.V is all wrong. Visitors are not a new species from underground, they are human in origin. Dead ones. Coming back from the dead because of their unfinished business. To move the bodies, there is something else, a parasite. Mushroom or insects I still dont know but it needs human flesh to replace the deterioration of a dead body. That's why visitors kill us, they need to replace their body parts. And that's why all the "signs" have to do with decomposition. It's not reptilians, or aliens, or shape shifters. It's zombies. Of sort...
*A whole bunch of theories said with calm confidence. But even with all those informations, true or not, Host did not see the signs in front of her...*
- I theorise that the ones closer to Her, Death, in their life, become "Super-Visitors", because they have a link. Killers or suicidal people... The others are usual visitors, easier to kill. That's all I got. Satisfied ?
*No, she had many other theories. About "It" being what happens when corpses are burnt : a reaction of the parasite making the flesh transform and turn into something grotesque. Or maybe the accumulation of many visitors into one gigantic entity... But those were just ideas. Not facts.*
"Tsss..This is some bullshit!" He shrugs, looking at her like if she said something completely stupid. "Fuck, For a moment I thought that you seriously have..I don't know! Oh! Some secret goverment documents which prove that you're right..But it's the same shit that I always hear, again, just some theories. I'm disappointed..and It also bores me!"
Arkadij did knew what he is, what happened to him..A bleed out corpses with broken ribs apparently rising from the dead after getting infected by it's own killer. A supervisitors having a link to "the Death"? ..Well, Dima was in fact suicidal in the past from what he had told him, so probably Host's theory is right. But making her think that he's absolutely doubting what she says is much more fun than admitting that she's right about what the visitors really are.
"Heh, don't be too worried about 'being careful with your words' and blah blah blah, 'you know too much' or whatever you said. I doubt that they're gonna lock you up for having some fuckin' silly theories!" Arkadij grinned with amusement while looking at her.
He picked up the jar and attempted to open it..No results.
*At his dismissal of all those words, Host gasped at the young man in shock.*
- ... Do you seriously think that those are baseless claims ?!
*It was not, neither was it ALL she knew. It was barely a scratch on the surface, but all the rest was not worth a pack of cigarettes. Yet... Her honor was bruised and her ego wanted to argue ! To FIGHT !
She slammed her tattooed hands on the table.*
- I am not like that conspiracy theorist ! I base my informations on empiric observations and logic !!!
*Her little eyebrows frown in anger.*
- You want to know what I did ? How I know all of that for sure ?
*She searched for something in her pocket, some... Pictures. Human faces. A beautiful young woman with black hair and blue eyes in ice skating attire on some sport fan page celebrating this "new potential star". A genderless person with mauve eyes posing near a jewerly store for some town event, a little corner of an article no one really cares about. A familiar purple face giving an interview about the new art museum exhibit. A F.E.M.A agent with a cap being written off in an official document, his identity picture crossed out.
- I searched for the SuperVisitors past identities. All of the faces I saw on T.V, I found back in obituaries, hospital documents or even magasines for the famous ones. I know their names, what happened to them, who they were and what their weakness might be.
*Presenting her evidences under his eyes, Host quickly put them back in her pocket, as if he might steal those pictures, articles and such.
She then crosses her arms, snarking at his difficulties with the kombucha pot.*
- Also that's what I know about visitors.
*There is so many more to know. IT. F.E.M.A. What is going on with the governement. What is going on worldwide. Host is no dummy.
But she is a bit hotheaded, and that visitor is looking like a punching ball right now...*
- ... Need a strong man's help with that, twig ?
He stared at her with a grin on his face this whole time, it's like her annoyance and exposing everything she knows was exactly what he wanted to achieve: some weird kind of entertainment from pissing someone off and useful informations.
"Still, it's just theories and observations..Heh, not an actual proofs like, scientific studies or whatever" He shrugs, quietly giggling when taking a look at her face expression. "Pff..Anyway, what else do you got? Amuse me."
Arkadij pointed at the jar afterwards. "Mhmm, yeah, you can open it for me."
- Well, do you have eyes, you fucker ? You have medical documents right HERE ! It's the best anyone could do without joigning F.E.M.A or like... The secret services !
*She slapped the documents, letting her frustration out, but as she saw clearer his character and the smug little smile on his face, she crossed her arms. This was no use. Who was she trying to impress anyway ? HIM ?Ah ! No way ! *
- I am not going to act a fool to amuse you. We had a deal. If I want some other cigarettes... You see what I mean.
*Come back tommorow for some more lore. And dont forget the goods. Or else...*
- Hum...
*Host kind of forgot she was a twig too. Her will to brag put her face to face with stronger than her : a jar. She used her keys to poke a little hole in the surface of the top of the jar, and let the pressure dissapear to better open it. Magic !*
- Tadaaa. Dont thank me.
*Her dead pan tone was hidding a little smile of pride.*
Well, that was fun. Also he could take a look at those documents for a moment! In fact, it quite impressed him that she was able to get those but he won't admit that or show it on his face expression.
Got information, some laugh and she even opened the jar for him! Absolute win.
"Then I won't thank" He said with a smirk on his face and took a sip of kombucha...It tasted disgusting.
- Got any spare cigarette for a poor lonely soul ?
*A lanky person with weird purple skin and even weirder black sclera approached the long haired man without a care in the world for his appearance. They looked even stranger. Tattooes. Peircings. Gauges. Green and purple hair.*
- Smoked all I had. Need my dose. Be a pal.
@radio-host-taking-calls 📻
Arkadij looked up and down at them, then stared at the tattoo on their forehead for a moment before saying anything.
"Mhm, but what am I getting in return for that?" He said with a smirk on his face. Here we go again...
- What do you wish for ?
*Arms crossed over their non-existent chest, face cold as ice, the freak looked less friendly than when they approached. That answer made them spiky and defensive.*
- I won't pay too much. But I have informations, and a good punch.
*A mean right upercut, to be precise.*
- ... And Kombucha. If you believe in the rumors.
*The mouth-to-ear held that beverage at a holy status : able to give a second chance at life and get people back from the Dead. But... Was it true ?
The shot was worth a cigarette, wasnt it ?*
"Well, that's better than nothing I guess" Arkadij shrugs, he never really tried kombucha before. At least now he has a chance to try it, just wonders if it's worth one cigarette. "Alright, then give me that" He pulls out a pack of cigarettes but waits for them to give him kombucha first.
Arkadij looks at their face, more precisely at the radio host's forehead tattoo and quietly chuckles. "Hmmm, what informations do you have?'
- The chance of a second life, I guess it's "better than nothing", yes. That homeowner seems addicted to it. If you wish to trade with him...
*They hold the jar to him. It's not even labelled. It looks mysticak, homemade by a witch of some sort. Given the modern and alien appearance of the woman, it really made the deal... One of a kind.*
- I know too much. I have to be careful with my words. But I did my job, and I did it well. Visitors, F.E.M.A, governement, corruptions and weird secrets, ask and you shall receive.
*They grimaced at the childish chuckling. Was it that funny, that tattoo ? Well, surely. Yes it was. But that was not the moment to laugh and the woman gave the young man a mean look. A dark gaze, even...*
'The chance of a second life', as if it wasn't something he already experienced, unfortunately or not. Arkadij took the jar anyway and placed it next to him, afterwards he tossed the pack of cigarettes in their direction.
He seemed to not notice their reaction to his chuckling or simply did but didn't cared about that which was the most possible option in his case.
"Well, that's a loooot of stuff if I have to be honest with you!" He grinned widely, still staring at that damn tattoo. "If it's not another dumb theory made up by tinfoil-hat-lunatics, then tell me what you know about the Visitors..Besides stuff they already said on TV." Arkadij tries to open the jar, fuck, that one is hard to open. He gave up after one attempt.
"Any interesting informations, hm?"
*The tattooed woman grumbled.*
- Stop staring at it, okay ? It's not that funny ! You're to old to laugh at that. It was meant to say "Die" but the guy who made it at that party was drunk and found the prank hilarious. Punched him for that and broke his tooth.
*She was supposed to get it covered but the apocalypse changed her plans... And now she was salty about it.
She took a deep breath, tried to inhale her barelt hidden threats back, and instead lit a cigarette. There, all better.*
- The stuff on T.V is all wrong. Visitors are not a new species from underground, they are human in origin. Dead ones. Coming back from the dead because of their unfinished business. To move the bodies, there is something else, a parasite. Mushroom or insects I still dont know but it needs human flesh to replace the deterioration of a dead body. That's why visitors kill us, they need to replace their body parts. And that's why all the "signs" have to do with decomposition. It's not reptilians, or aliens, or shape shifters. It's zombies. Of sort...
*A whole bunch of theories said with calm confidence. But even with all those informations, true or not, Host did not see the signs in front of her...*
- I theorise that the ones closer to Her, Death, in their life, become "Super-Visitors", because they have a link. Killers or suicidal people... The others are usual visitors, easier to kill. That's all I got. Satisfied ?
*No, she had many other theories. About "It" being what happens when corpses are burnt : a reaction of the parasite making the flesh transform and turn into something grotesque. Or maybe the accumulation of many visitors into one gigantic entity... But those were just ideas. Not facts.*
"Tsss..This is some bullshit!" He shrugs, looking at her like if she said something completely stupid. "Fuck, For a moment I thought that you seriously have..I don't know! Oh! Some secret goverment documents which prove that you're right..But it's the same shit that I always hear, again, just some theories. I'm disappointed..and It also bores me!"
Arkadij did knew what he is, what happened to him..A bleed out corpses with broken ribs apparently rising from the dead after getting infected by it's own killer. A supervisitors having a link to "the Death"? ..Well, Dima was in fact suicidal in the past from what he had told him, so probably Host's theory is right. But making her think that he's absolutely doubting what she says is much more fun than admitting that she's right about what the visitors really are.
"Heh, don't be too worried about 'being careful with your words' and blah blah blah, 'you know too much' or whatever you said. I doubt that they're gonna lock you up for having some fuckin' silly theories!" Arkadij grinned with amusement while looking at her.
He picked up the jar and attempted to open it..No results.
*At his dismissal of all those words, Host gasped at the young man in shock.*
- ... Do you seriously think that those are baseless claims ?!
*It was not, neither was it ALL she knew. It was barely a scratch on the surface, but all the rest was not worth a pack of cigarettes. Yet... Her honor was bruised and her ego wanted to argue ! To FIGHT !
She slammed her tattooed hands on the table.*
- I am not like that conspiracy theorist ! I base my informations on empiric observations and logic !!!
*Her little eyebrows frown in anger.*
- You want to know what I did ? How I know all of that for sure ?
*She searched for something in her pocket, some... Pictures. Human faces. A beautiful young woman with black hair and blue eyes in ice skating attire on some sport fan page celebrating this "new potential star". A genderless person with mauve eyes posing near a jewerly store for some town event, a little corner of an article no one really cares about. A familiar purple face giving an interview about the new art museum exhibit. A F.E.M.A agent with a cap being written off in an official document, his identity picture crossed out.
- I searched for the SuperVisitors past identities. All of the faces I saw on T.V, I found back in obituaries, hospital documents or even magasines for the famous ones. I know their names, what happened to them, who they were and what their weakness might be.
*Presenting her evidences under his eyes, Host quickly put them back in her pocket, as if he might steal those pictures, articles and such.
She then crosses her arms, snarking at his difficulties with the kombucha pot.*
- Also that's what I know about visitors.
*There is so many more to know. IT. F.E.M.A. What is going on with the governement. What is going on worldwide. Host is no dummy.
But she is a bit hotheaded, and that visitor is looking like a punching ball right now...*
- ... Need a strong man's help with that, twig ?
He stared at her with a grin on his face this whole time, it's like her annoyance and exposing everything she knows was exactly what he wanted to achieve: some weird kind of entertainment from pissing someone off and useful informations.
"Still, it's just theories and observations..Heh, not an actual proofs like, scientific studies or whatever" He shrugs, quietly giggling when taking a look at her face expression. "Pff..Anyway, what else do you got? Amuse me."
Arkadij pointed at the jar afterwards. "Mhmm, yeah, you can open it for me."
Arkadij rushed through the forest as he felt that the heat is getting unbearable. If he doesn't find a place to hide away from it, he might burn..Ugh, where that damn cave even was? That would be a good spot to at least stay inside.
Then he spotted a camper nearby, without much thought he ran in it's direction and immidietaly rushed inside. He fell to his knees after closing the door, his breath was heavy..He's safe now.
He turned around and spotted someone there..was it...BEE!?
"..Fuck..." He rised an eyebrow. "For fucks sake..I wasn't at that building for a few hours and he got you?!" Arkadij could immidietaly tell that this guy before him is a visitor, just felt it in his bones. So, it seems like Boris got Bee and he turned into a visitor..He didn't seen any other explaination. "Bee..I get everything but SERIOUSLY?! Where the fuck did you got a camper fdom and why you're a-..jesus fuckin' christ.." He pointed at "Bee". "..You look like you just got back from a fuckin' Woodstock festival or something! Why are you a hippie?!"
This view immidietaly made him forget about the pain he's experiencing or the bleeding wounds. He's shocked.
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[“Bee” blinked, slightly surprised as he rose his eyebrows. He suddenly chuckled— much more warmer and friendlier than Bee’s actual chuckle. He knelt down, being face to face with Arkadij.]
“..Oh, do I look like someone you know? Perhaps a lover?.. a friend?.. please, do tell.”
[“Bee” asked, having a sweet smile on his face. He tilted his head slightly, his dangling piercings swaying the direction his head was tilted at. He was making direct eye contact with Arkadij, unblinking as he tilted his head back up straight.]
That chuckle didn't sounded like Bee at all, not to even mention the way this guy acts. That man was also a bit creepy..
"You're not him.." He muttered, staring into his eyes. Not sure if he should be happy that Bee is probably fine or should feel weird about the fact that his 'friend' has some weird clone..Maybe Bee has a twin. Time to check. "Wo..Wie..heiß..du..sie..kurwen machen..? Ugh, fuck it! Who are you?" He doesn't know German, just heard some random basic phrases but doesn't remember much of it.
“My name is Wasp.”
[“Bee”— no, Wasp said. He slowly stood up and walked over to where a cabinet, slowly opening it as he rummaged through it.]
“…This is my first time hearing about this ‘Bee’ guy, hm.. anyway… would you like to sit down on the chair or would you rather sit down on the rug outside? So Mother Nature can take course and witness your pain so she can help you?”
[Wasp kindly offered, pulling out a small med-kit. He turned to look at Arkadij, still having that smile on his face.]
“Truly, it’s up to you whether or not you wanna be patched up by me or not. I’m just a bystander that got involved in.. whatever happened to you.”
"Haha! Believe or not but I don't think that I can sit now!" He let out a forced laugh. "Ugh..Not thanks, I will stay here."
He sighs, this guy is weird as hell but at least tries to help and owns a first aid kit. Does he have any other option now? The sun is gonna burn him as soon as he walks outside. Oh well, he's forced to stay with him for one day.
"I guess that you can patch me up, 'Wasp"..? That's a name of one band." He smirked and showed Wasp his bleeding hands, letting him take care of that.
“Oh! What type of band is it?”
[Wasp asks, raising an eyebrow as he sat down beside Arkadij. He opened the medkit and grabbed a small container. Wasp soon gently placed Arkadij’s hands in his lap before opening the container and scooped something out.]
[It seemed to be some kind of clay. Wasp gently placed it on the wounds and began to massage the clay into it.]
"It's a..- The hell are you doing?" He looked down at the clay Wasp is massaging into his wounds. It did hurt a tiny bit but wasn't that bad.
“It’s Kaolinite clay! It helps speed up blood clotting, very useful when it comes to severe bleeding.”
[Wasp said, basically beaming as he chuckled.]
“I don’t like using hydrogen peroxide.. in my eyes, it doesn’t help the human body when the body is meant to be healed by nature. Which! I use the clay as a replacement.”
[He hummed, taking some gauze and began to gently wrap Arkadij’s hands.]
"Mhm..mhmm..Let's hope that your alt-med stuff won't kill me and actually help" He shrugs, not so sure if what Wasp is doing gonna actually help but hey, at least he bandaged it.
"Heh, funny thing! You actually have a lot of work to do if you want to patch me up." He looked down at his stomach and thighs.. fuck, there's one glass shard stuck in his left thigh.
“Oh! I knew saving those extra clays would help! This may take a while.. stay still, alright? I’ll make sure I’ll get every wound.”
[Wasp said, he lightly patted his lap, signaling for Arkadij to lay down on it.]
“I’ll be able to get the clay in better if you lay down.”
[Wasp explained, waiting patiently.]
He done it without hesitation, just layed down on his lap..Something in this guy's voice was weirdly calming and relaxing, almost familiar.
Also Wasp'a lap was suprisingly comfortable to lay on so he doesn't complain.
[Wasp began humming— some song from the Beatles, most likely. He lifted Arkadij’s top a bit before taking a bit more of the clay and began to massage it into the wounds.]
He simply just watches whatever Wasp is doing, listening to his humming before finally deciding to say something. "Eh..You're not gonna ask who I am or what happened to me?" He rolls his eyes, that's quite weird that Wasp started patching him up without asking any questions which a normal person would ask after an injured guy just stormed into their house out of nowhere.
“Mh… not really. I do want your name!”
[Wasp said, shrugging as he began to place bandages on the wounds.]
“I’m not gonna ask on what happened.. what’s your business.”
If he doesn't want to ask then he won't tell him. It's a long story anyway and just thinking about it kinda pisses him off.
"I'm Arkadij" He introduced himself while watching Wasp bandaging him. "Soo.." He had no idea to keep the conversation going but it was a bit awkward to just sit here in silence. "Cool camper.." He looked around.
“Awh! Thanks! I worked hard on the interior. Real comfy, Y’know? Always like a huge amount of blankets on my bed..”
[Wasp explained, gesturing over to the hidden bed behind the beaded curtain. He slowly observed the bandages, making sure he covered the wounds.]
"Yeah, really comfy and colorful.. and such" Arkadij shrugs, the camper did looked comfortable but Wasp's decoration choice was not his taste. It's just too colorful. Oh well, but he can't complain since he's forced to stay here until the sun goes down anyway. Not to even mention that he still needs to get patched up and probably rest before leaving.
He tried to pull out the glass shard from his thight, hissed in pain and gave up after it cut his finger tips. He should leave it to Wasp..
[Wasp pouted, tsk-ing as he carefully took out the shard from Arkadij’s thigh.]
“Ark, you should’ve left it alone..”
[Wasp lightly scolded, observing the wound.]
“…this one is gonna need French green clay.. it works better.”
He rised an eyebrow after Wasp said that nickname in a slightly different tone of voice..Strange but he won't comment about it. Too many weird things been happening and already happened before. Nothing surprises him at this point, it bores him.
"..What's even the difference between that clay and this one you used?" For him, clay is clay.
“French green clay promotes muscle regrowth! Since the glass probably tore some muscle.. and the one I used makes blood clotting faster!”
[Wasp explained, he hummed and rummaged through the small medkit, trying to find the clay.]
"Mhm..I hope that it's gonna work." Arkadij watched Wasp who was trying to find the clay he just talked about.
“Usually does!”
[Wasp said, he pulled out the container and looked at Arkadij’s thigh. He lightly ripped the fabric around the wound before rubbing the clay on it.]
“…tell me about this Bee guy. Seems like you know him well enough to be concerned.”
Arkadij looked down at his thights, more precisely at his now even more ripped pants. "..For fucks sake, you could just tell me to take them off." He sighs, watching as Wasp is rubbing the clay against his wounds. "Ehh, well, hope that you can borrow me yours or know how to sew! I'm not gonna walk around in ripped clothes.." Arkadij rolls his eyes.
"Why are you so curious about him, hm?"
“Mh. Can a man not be curious? You were calling me him and acting like I was him when you came in.. how can I not be curious, Ark?”
[Wasp asked, chuckling as he glanced up— making brief eye contact for a bit before looking back down at the wound.]
“..don’t worry, I can stitch. Figured you didn’t want to take your pants off in front of a stranger you just met.”
Arkadij sighs, can't believe that this guy is more curious about Bee than about why a wounded stranger stormed into his camper. "Alright, alright.."
He thinks what he can tell Wasp about Bee and then smirks after a moment. "Heh, he's a guy with who I get drunk and get clingy with afterwards! Need to know anything else?"
He chuckled while watching Wasp taking care of his wounds, taking a closer look at his face. "You guys look like twins, must admit"
“Hm.. twins? That’s… I’ll take that as a compliment, seeing how much you adore him.”
[Wasp murmured, getting the last bit of the wounds covered in clay before carefully bandaging it.]
“…You drink with him.. Sounds like ab alcoholic, not my exact taste in people but.. I won’t judge!”
"Nah, Bee's not an alcoholic..He just likes to drink, ya know? Heh, besides, what else people can do during the damn cataclysm to relax for once?" He shrugs, almost felt attacked by alcoholism accusations. After all, Arkadij pretty much drank as much as Bee does..Sometimes even more.
"..Don't answear that question, I already know what you're about to say hippie guy."
“…a lot of things! Bathe in a river, plant a flower, go in the forest, feed a squirrel…”
[Wasp began to list things, smiling happily as he did.]
“Oh! Sometimes even scavenging around an abandoned shack in the forest to see what you can find! Real fun!.. can’t remember what I found last time though.. dirty enough for me to wash off but I wasn’t as hungry anymore.”
"..Mhmmm..I get it.." He didn't seemed to be interested in whatever Wasp suggested as an alternative to drinking. Also compleately ignored the last part.
"I'm surprised that you didn't mentioned smoking weed..Haha, no offense but you look like someone who would!"
“No! Hurts my lungs.. which also hurts Mother Nature! The lungs resembles branches of trees, trees gives us oxygen.. the lungs help us breathe oxygen.. besides! I don’t see the point in smoking. It’s a nasty thing..”
"Well, your choice I guess" He rolls his eyes, this guy didn't had to start that whole mother nature blah blah blah talk just to say that he doesn't smoke at all. Obviously, he gets that some people just don't smoke because they don't like it or simply cannot due to health issues, like asthma.
Ehh, he starts to think about him again. This day is shitty in general, why his own thoughts must make him feel even worse?
"Ugh, can I at least smoke here?-" He starts searching his pockets. Fuck! He dropped a pack somewhere, probably when he was running away. "Nevermind."
“I would say just be near the window, but.. again! No cigarettes on you, hm?”
[Wasp murmured, he glanced around and patted Arkadij’s thigh.]
“…you could always play with my hair if you’re stressed! Oh! Or I can show you how to make leather cord bracelets!”
"..Eh, no thanks" He looks around, about to ask if Wasp perhaps has some cigarettes yet the answear is rather obvious..
After a moment of silence, Arkadij gets up a bit and pats Wasp's hair..It's quite weird in touch.
[Wasp hummed, he closed his eyes and gently grabbed Arkadij’s wrists, making sure his hands stayed in his hair.]
“It’s been a while since someone touched my hair..”
"Mhm.." He rised an eyebrow, looking a bit disgusted for some reason. But his hand stayed in place, not even trying to pull his hand away from Wasp's grip.
"Soo..Eh, you gonna tell me now about how cataclysm fucked up your life or..?"
“Oh! Can’t remember much.. either banged my head a bit too hard or my memory just got bad.. all I remember is walking out of the forest! I was wet.. probably came out of the lake.. or something.”
"..You drowned, didn't you?" This makes sense..That man probably got already infected with the parasite before that and then just 'died' by drowning in the lake.
"Fuck, what a lame death.. " Arkadij rolls his eyes.
“No! No.. I don’t remember what I was covered in… I just assumed water. But I think I would have had trouble breathing if I drowned, yeah?”
"Who know?" Arkadij shrugs.
Damn, he really needs to smoke..Instead, he caressed through Wasp's hair a bit more.
[Wasp hummed, closing his eyes as he leaned into the touch a bit; visibly relaxing his shoulders.]
“…anyone ever told you that you’re good at this?”
"..Hmm, yes actually" Arkadij chuckled as he continues.
“Real talented with your hands.. almost makes me sleepy, Y’know?.. just wanna go outside, lay on the carpet.. Incense burning.. and just sleep.”
"..Mhm, so cigarette smoke is bad but incense apparently smells aaabsolutely great to you.." He doesn't like that smell, no matter what incense scent someone uses it always stinks like a burnt stick to him. Scented candles are a much better option anyway...
Arkadij smiled anyway because of the complement, he likes to hear those. It's pretty much just stroking his ego no matter who says it.
"Outside..? Like- right now? Fuck, you want to burn or something..? That's kinda fucked up, don't you think?"
[Wasp giggled, he shrugged and carefully got up, resting Arkadij against the camper wall before heading outside. He stood out on the middle of the outside rug, having the sun bathe him in light.]
“You should try it sometime! It relaxes the soul.. it’s always good to get ten minutes of unfiltered light, Y’know! We’re like plants..”
"..." He stared at Wasp in disbelief...How's it even possible that he's not burning? Arkadij covers his eyes and moves away from it, it's too bright. Not to even mention the sudden wave of heat hitting his face, it felt like opening a heated oven after baking. Are visitors immune to burning by the sun? He's not so sure about it and doesn't plan to find out.
"Mhmm.. fuckin' wonderful, flower boy. How about you go on a walk to photosynthesize or whatever while I stay here and try to recover.." He tries to move away from the door even futher while still covering his eyes duo to the brightness. "Also close those damn doors for fucks sake!"
As soon as Wasp leaves, Arkadij plans to pull out the bullet by himself. This thing seriously starts to be a pain in the ass..literally.
[Wasp claws the door, giggling as he walked off, humming some song under his breath..]
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[It was a couple of hours before Wasp came back. He seemed a little detached now, blankly staring ahead as he closed the door behind him. He carried a small cloth basket— well, sticks arranged enough to hold cloth. He blinked, staring at Arkadij before smiling.]
“Sorry it took me a bit! Just.. had a small detour. Anyways! Found some berries that can help!”
[Wasp said, holding the basket out. It had some red liquid staining the cloth and dripping on the floor. Too dark of a red to be berries. The smell was rusty too, but wasp didnt seem to notice. Or he didn’t bother to.]
[He placed the basket on counter, wandering over to rummage through the cabinet.]
Arkadij spent that time pulling out the bullet and patching himself up afterwards. Oh well, Wasp probably wouldn't mind that he used things from his first aid kit..Also borrowed clean pants from Wasp's closed without asking. Surprisingly they fit him and even found black ones among more colorful clothes Wasp owns.
Currently Arkadij was laying on Wasp's bed, having troubles with falling asleep. When Wasp returned, he looked in his direction as the familiar rusty scent of blood immidietaly hit his nostrils. "Heh, you're finally back, hm? With a dinner for me" Arkadij grinned as he stared at the basket. He was in fact, hungry after everything he had experienced today, who wouldn't be?
"Just tell me that there's something besides damn berries inside..Don't even try to lie, I can smell that there's a blood on it." He pointed at the basket and then chuckled afterwards. Seems like he's in a better mood. "Haha, you spent so long just to make a basket? Damn.."
[Wasp blinked, staring at the basket.]
“…I don’t remember getting any body part.”
[Wasp murmured; having a blank expression. He stayed like that for a bit before shaking out of it.]
“Oh! You can eat it if you wanna! If it gets your strength up.. just not on my bed, I made it not too long ago!”
[Wasp offered cheerfully.]
"Well, too late! I probably messed it up a bit anyway!" He grins before getting up from Wasp's bed. Well, apparently he bandaged himself well and didn't left any clay on the pants or sheets.
Arkadij opens the basket...
(SMALL TW FOR ANYONE READING THIS!)
"Mhm...I get it. They're always too loud." He shrugs, doesn't seem to care. He can eat? Then why does it even matter if that person screamed or not. Also, he seen similar or worse cases of someone being torn apart by a visitor.
"Heh, you surprise me! So gentle looking, with flowers patterns and stuff yet so violent! You kinda remind me of.." He went quiet, no need to mention him to some random weird guy he just met or think about it. "Nevermind, just take it as a complement the fact that I'm impressed!" He forced a grin on his face. After that he pulled up the body part from the basket, time for dinner.
[Wasp didnt even ask who he reminded Arkadij of this time. He only hummed, smiling emptily up the the roof of the camper with a small sigh, eyes tracing over patterns on the curtains hanging on the ceiling.]
“..just clean up after, yeah?”
(//Also a small TW..He's eating it)
"Mhm..mm..yep, I will clean up." He continues eating, pretty loudly and already messed up himself with blood..He finished it quickly, definitely was hungry.
Only skull was left, Arkasij didn't really bother to go further and open it up. Brain carries diseases or something and he doesn't want to find out if visitors are immune to it or not.
He messily cleans his mouth with a sleeve of his hoodie and turns around in Wasp's direction. "Well, the rest is yours!"
“…I’ll use the skull to fertilize plants.. bone marrow is good fertilizer.”
[Wasp murmured, still starting up at the ceiling.]
Arkadij shrugs, doesn't care what Wasp gonna do with it in the end. "Tss, do whatever you want with it, I guess! Your skull, not mine." He carelessly threw it back into the basket.
He approched the bed and sat down on it, looking down at Wasp. "What the fuck happened at that walk anyway? I mean, you seem not in mood..Heh, too much photosynthesis, flower boy?"
“Oh! Can’t remember! Always can’t remember when I leave the forest.. but it would be nice to photosynthesize, imaging not needing to eat and only relying on sun and water..”
"...Flavourless life, that's what I can tell you." Arkadij's too realistic even when it comes to such abstract concepts. "Relying on 'sun and water'..Ehh, where's the flavour? Something..you know! Spicy. Like a kebab..Fuck, you should try it." He got hungry by just thinking about it. It's been months since he ate anything he actually likes (aside from a few times he was forced to make fries.), maybe that's for the better. His diet before cataclysm depended mostly on street food and whatever Dima ocassionally made him to eat.
"Anyway-I really doubt that you don't remember what happened there."
“…I don’t remember.”
[Wasp simply said, still staring at the ceiling before slowly trailing his eyes to look at Arkadij.]
“I don’t wanna talk about the forest anymore.”
"Mhm, mhm..riiiiight..Okay, so I'm just gonna think that you got high and ten casually cut off the guy's head." Arkadij just shrugs and lays down next to him.
"Then what do you want to talk about, hmm? If forest is such a taboo topic for you."
“Bee.”
[Wasp simply said.]
“..there’s clearly more to him than just some drinking Buddy you cuddle with. I can tell, Arkadij. Go on, dont hesitate..”
[Wasp murmured, warmly smiling as his expression got softer.]
That sudden change of his tone of voice. Something was clearly wrong about this guy, even though he had no idea what is it, Wasp was definitely too interested in Bee for whatever reason. He's possibly the same kind of a sadistic freak as Boris..Fuck, Bee is some magnet for such people!
"Fuck, you're too curious about a guy who just looks like you!" He chuckles while looking straight into Wasp's eyes with a wide smile on his face. "Why?"
“…it’s not every day— well, this is the first time I for mistaken for someone. Wouldn’t you too he curious about someone if you were mistaken as them?”
"No" He said that without hesitation. Actually, why would he even care about it?
"Ehh, what exactly do you want to know about him?"
“Well, I’m a very curious person, Arkadij.. if there is someone out there, that looks and sounds like me.. then this is mother natures calling. Please, tell me more about Bee.”
"No" He just looks up at the ceiling, not planning to tell him anything about Bee.
"I don't wanna talk about Bee anymore!!" He said in a mocking tone of voice. "See? You don't want to talk about the forest and I don't want to talk about him. Change the topic..fuck, even ask me about someone else!"
[Wasp huffed, frowning a bit as he shifted; resting his chin on Arkadij’s chest. Wasp gave him the slight puppy-dog eyes, pouting a bit.]
“…please?..”
[Wasp murmured, raising a hand to gently cup Arkadij’s jaw.]
It feels too familiar..especially with his tone of voice.
"Fuck, don't look at me like that."
“Sweetheart, please!.. I just wanna know..”
[Wasp whined, flopping his head entirely on Arkadij’s chest.]
“Even just some basic information like his favorite color or even his age is good enough! C’mon.. please? One thing and I’ll be silent, I swear!..”
He looks away, already having enough. "I have no idea what his favourite color is, don't care, about his age..uuuh..22 I think? I don't fuckin' know!"
"Ehh..He likes shitty music. That's one thing, satisfied? Then stop acting like that for fucks sake. Fuck, you're acting like-" He doesn't finish the sentence.
“Yes!.. very, very satisfied..”
[Wasp said quietly, burying his face in Arkadij’s chest with a soft sigh.]
Arkadij sighs deeply and looks up at the colorful ceiling of Wasp's camper..One is sure, as soon as sun goes down he's leaving this place.
He closes his eyes, feeling sleepy. Perhaps taking a nap will be a good idea.
Arkadij rushed through the forest as he felt that the heat is getting unbearable. If he doesn't find a place to hide away from it, he might burn..Ugh, where that damn cave even was? That would be a good spot to at least stay inside.
Then he spotted a camper nearby, without much thought he ran in it's direction and immidietaly rushed inside. He fell to his knees after closing the door, his breath was heavy..He's safe now.
He turned around and spotted someone there..was it...BEE!?
"..Fuck..." He rised an eyebrow. "For fucks sake..I wasn't at that building for a few hours and he got you?!" Arkadij could immidietaly tell that this guy before him is a visitor, just felt it in his bones. So, it seems like Boris got Bee and he turned into a visitor..He didn't seen any other explaination. "Bee..I get everything but SERIOUSLY?! Where the fuck did you got a camper fdom and why you're a-..jesus fuckin' christ.." He pointed at "Bee". "..You look like you just got back from a fuckin' Woodstock festival or something! Why are you a hippie?!"
This view immidietaly made him forget about the pain he's experiencing or the bleeding wounds. He's shocked.
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[“Bee” blinked, slightly surprised as he rose his eyebrows. He suddenly chuckled— much more warmer and friendlier than Bee’s actual chuckle. He knelt down, being face to face with Arkadij.]
“..Oh, do I look like someone you know? Perhaps a lover?.. a friend?.. please, do tell.”
[“Bee” asked, having a sweet smile on his face. He tilted his head slightly, his dangling piercings swaying the direction his head was tilted at. He was making direct eye contact with Arkadij, unblinking as he tilted his head back up straight.]
That chuckle didn't sounded like Bee at all, not to even mention the way this guy acts. That man was also a bit creepy..
"You're not him.." He muttered, staring into his eyes. Not sure if he should be happy that Bee is probably fine or should feel weird about the fact that his 'friend' has some weird clone..Maybe Bee has a twin. Time to check. "Wo..Wie..heiß..du..sie..kurwen machen..? Ugh, fuck it! Who are you?" He doesn't know German, just heard some random basic phrases but doesn't remember much of it.
“My name is Wasp.”
[“Bee”— no, Wasp said. He slowly stood up and walked over to where a cabinet, slowly opening it as he rummaged through it.]
“…This is my first time hearing about this ‘Bee’ guy, hm.. anyway… would you like to sit down on the chair or would you rather sit down on the rug outside? So Mother Nature can take course and witness your pain so she can help you?”
[Wasp kindly offered, pulling out a small med-kit. He turned to look at Arkadij, still having that smile on his face.]
“Truly, it’s up to you whether or not you wanna be patched up by me or not. I’m just a bystander that got involved in.. whatever happened to you.”
"Haha! Believe or not but I don't think that I can sit now!" He let out a forced laugh. "Ugh..Not thanks, I will stay here."
He sighs, this guy is weird as hell but at least tries to help and owns a first aid kit. Does he have any other option now? The sun is gonna burn him as soon as he walks outside. Oh well, he's forced to stay with him for one day.
"I guess that you can patch me up, 'Wasp"..? That's a name of one band." He smirked and showed Wasp his bleeding hands, letting him take care of that.
“Oh! What type of band is it?”
[Wasp asks, raising an eyebrow as he sat down beside Arkadij. He opened the medkit and grabbed a small container. Wasp soon gently placed Arkadij’s hands in his lap before opening the container and scooped something out.]
[It seemed to be some kind of clay. Wasp gently placed it on the wounds and began to massage the clay into it.]
"It's a..- The hell are you doing?" He looked down at the clay Wasp is massaging into his wounds. It did hurt a tiny bit but wasn't that bad.
“It’s Kaolinite clay! It helps speed up blood clotting, very useful when it comes to severe bleeding.”
[Wasp said, basically beaming as he chuckled.]
“I don’t like using hydrogen peroxide.. in my eyes, it doesn’t help the human body when the body is meant to be healed by nature. Which! I use the clay as a replacement.”
[He hummed, taking some gauze and began to gently wrap Arkadij’s hands.]
"Mhm..mhmm..Let's hope that your alt-med stuff won't kill me and actually help" He shrugs, not so sure if what Wasp is doing gonna actually help but hey, at least he bandaged it.
"Heh, funny thing! You actually have a lot of work to do if you want to patch me up." He looked down at his stomach and thighs.. fuck, there's one glass shard stuck in his left thigh.
“Oh! I knew saving those extra clays would help! This may take a while.. stay still, alright? I’ll make sure I’ll get every wound.”
[Wasp said, he lightly patted his lap, signaling for Arkadij to lay down on it.]
“I’ll be able to get the clay in better if you lay down.”
[Wasp explained, waiting patiently.]
He done it without hesitation, just layed down on his lap..Something in this guy's voice was weirdly calming and relaxing, almost familiar.
Also Wasp'a lap was suprisingly comfortable to lay on so he doesn't complain.
[Wasp began humming— some song from the Beatles, most likely. He lifted Arkadij’s top a bit before taking a bit more of the clay and began to massage it into the wounds.]
He simply just watches whatever Wasp is doing, listening to his humming before finally deciding to say something. "Eh..You're not gonna ask who I am or what happened to me?" He rolls his eyes, that's quite weird that Wasp started patching him up without asking any questions which a normal person would ask after an injured guy just stormed into their house out of nowhere.
“Mh… not really. I do want your name!”
[Wasp said, shrugging as he began to place bandages on the wounds.]
“I’m not gonna ask on what happened.. what’s your business.”
If he doesn't want to ask then he won't tell him. It's a long story anyway and just thinking about it kinda pisses him off.
"I'm Arkadij" He introduced himself while watching Wasp bandaging him. "Soo.." He had no idea to keep the conversation going but it was a bit awkward to just sit here in silence. "Cool camper.." He looked around.
“Awh! Thanks! I worked hard on the interior. Real comfy, Y’know? Always like a huge amount of blankets on my bed..”
[Wasp explained, gesturing over to the hidden bed behind the beaded curtain. He slowly observed the bandages, making sure he covered the wounds.]
"Yeah, really comfy and colorful.. and such" Arkadij shrugs, the camper did looked comfortable but Wasp's decoration choice was not his taste. It's just too colorful. Oh well, but he can't complain since he's forced to stay here until the sun goes down anyway. Not to even mention that he still needs to get patched up and probably rest before leaving.
He tried to pull out the glass shard from his thight, hissed in pain and gave up after it cut his finger tips. He should leave it to Wasp..
[Wasp pouted, tsk-ing as he carefully took out the shard from Arkadij’s thigh.]
“Ark, you should’ve left it alone..”
[Wasp lightly scolded, observing the wound.]
“…this one is gonna need French green clay.. it works better.”
He rised an eyebrow after Wasp said that nickname in a slightly different tone of voice..Strange but he won't comment about it. Too many weird things been happening and already happened before. Nothing surprises him at this point, it bores him.
"..What's even the difference between that clay and this one you used?" For him, clay is clay.
“French green clay promotes muscle regrowth! Since the glass probably tore some muscle.. and the one I used makes blood clotting faster!”
[Wasp explained, he hummed and rummaged through the small medkit, trying to find the clay.]
"Mhm..I hope that it's gonna work." Arkadij watched Wasp who was trying to find the clay he just talked about.
“Usually does!”
[Wasp said, he pulled out the container and looked at Arkadij’s thigh. He lightly ripped the fabric around the wound before rubbing the clay on it.]
“…tell me about this Bee guy. Seems like you know him well enough to be concerned.”
Arkadij looked down at his thights, more precisely at his now even more ripped pants. "..For fucks sake, you could just tell me to take them off." He sighs, watching as Wasp is rubbing the clay against his wounds. "Ehh, well, hope that you can borrow me yours or know how to sew! I'm not gonna walk around in ripped clothes.." Arkadij rolls his eyes.
"Why are you so curious about him, hm?"
“Mh. Can a man not be curious? You were calling me him and acting like I was him when you came in.. how can I not be curious, Ark?”
[Wasp asked, chuckling as he glanced up— making brief eye contact for a bit before looking back down at the wound.]
“..don’t worry, I can stitch. Figured you didn’t want to take your pants off in front of a stranger you just met.”
Arkadij sighs, can't believe that this guy is more curious about Bee than about why a wounded stranger stormed into his camper. "Alright, alright.."
He thinks what he can tell Wasp about Bee and then smirks after a moment. "Heh, he's a guy with who I get drunk and get clingy with afterwards! Need to know anything else?"
He chuckled while watching Wasp taking care of his wounds, taking a closer look at his face. "You guys look like twins, must admit"
“Hm.. twins? That’s… I’ll take that as a compliment, seeing how much you adore him.”
[Wasp murmured, getting the last bit of the wounds covered in clay before carefully bandaging it.]
“…You drink with him.. Sounds like ab alcoholic, not my exact taste in people but.. I won’t judge!”
"Nah, Bee's not an alcoholic..He just likes to drink, ya know? Heh, besides, what else people can do during the damn cataclysm to relax for once?" He shrugs, almost felt attacked by alcoholism accusations. After all, Arkadij pretty much drank as much as Bee does..Sometimes even more.
"..Don't answear that question, I already know what you're about to say hippie guy."
“…a lot of things! Bathe in a river, plant a flower, go in the forest, feed a squirrel…”
[Wasp began to list things, smiling happily as he did.]
“Oh! Sometimes even scavenging around an abandoned shack in the forest to see what you can find! Real fun!.. can’t remember what I found last time though.. dirty enough for me to wash off but I wasn’t as hungry anymore.”
"..Mhmmm..I get it.." He didn't seemed to be interested in whatever Wasp suggested as an alternative to drinking. Also compleately ignored the last part.
"I'm surprised that you didn't mentioned smoking weed..Haha, no offense but you look like someone who would!"
“No! Hurts my lungs.. which also hurts Mother Nature! The lungs resembles branches of trees, trees gives us oxygen.. the lungs help us breathe oxygen.. besides! I don’t see the point in smoking. It’s a nasty thing..”
"Well, your choice I guess" He rolls his eyes, this guy didn't had to start that whole mother nature blah blah blah talk just to say that he doesn't smoke at all. Obviously, he gets that some people just don't smoke because they don't like it or simply cannot due to health issues, like asthma.
Ehh, he starts to think about him again. This day is shitty in general, why his own thoughts must make him feel even worse?
"Ugh, can I at least smoke here?-" He starts searching his pockets. Fuck! He dropped a pack somewhere, probably when he was running away. "Nevermind."
“I would say just be near the window, but.. again! No cigarettes on you, hm?”
[Wasp murmured, he glanced around and patted Arkadij’s thigh.]
“…you could always play with my hair if you’re stressed! Oh! Or I can show you how to make leather cord bracelets!”
"..Eh, no thanks" He looks around, about to ask if Wasp perhaps has some cigarettes yet the answear is rather obvious..
After a moment of silence, Arkadij gets up a bit and pats Wasp's hair..It's quite weird in touch.
[Wasp hummed, he closed his eyes and gently grabbed Arkadij’s wrists, making sure his hands stayed in his hair.]
“It’s been a while since someone touched my hair..”
"Mhm.." He rised an eyebrow, looking a bit disgusted for some reason. But his hand stayed in place, not even trying to pull his hand away from Wasp's grip.
"Soo..Eh, you gonna tell me now about how cataclysm fucked up your life or..?"
“Oh! Can’t remember much.. either banged my head a bit too hard or my memory just got bad.. all I remember is walking out of the forest! I was wet.. probably came out of the lake.. or something.”
"..You drowned, didn't you?" This makes sense..That man probably got already infected with the parasite before that and then just 'died' by drowning in the lake.
"Fuck, what a lame death.. " Arkadij rolls his eyes.
“No! No.. I don’t remember what I was covered in… I just assumed water. But I think I would have had trouble breathing if I drowned, yeah?”
"Who know?" Arkadij shrugs.
Damn, he really needs to smoke..Instead, he caressed through Wasp's hair a bit more.
[Wasp hummed, closing his eyes as he leaned into the touch a bit; visibly relaxing his shoulders.]
“…anyone ever told you that you’re good at this?”
"..Hmm, yes actually" Arkadij chuckled as he continues.
“Real talented with your hands.. almost makes me sleepy, Y’know?.. just wanna go outside, lay on the carpet.. Incense burning.. and just sleep.”
"..Mhm, so cigarette smoke is bad but incense apparently smells aaabsolutely great to you.." He doesn't like that smell, no matter what incense scent someone uses it always stinks like a burnt stick to him. Scented candles are a much better option anyway...
Arkadij smiled anyway because of the complement, he likes to hear those. It's pretty much just stroking his ego no matter who says it.
"Outside..? Like- right now? Fuck, you want to burn or something..? That's kinda fucked up, don't you think?"
[Wasp giggled, he shrugged and carefully got up, resting Arkadij against the camper wall before heading outside. He stood out on the middle of the outside rug, having the sun bathe him in light.]
“You should try it sometime! It relaxes the soul.. it’s always good to get ten minutes of unfiltered light, Y’know! We’re like plants..”
"..." He stared at Wasp in disbelief...How's it even possible that he's not burning? Arkadij covers his eyes and moves away from it, it's too bright. Not to even mention the sudden wave of heat hitting his face, it felt like opening a heated oven after baking. Are visitors immune to burning by the sun? He's not so sure about it and doesn't plan to find out.
"Mhmm.. fuckin' wonderful, flower boy. How about you go on a walk to photosynthesize or whatever while I stay here and try to recover.." He tries to move away from the door even futher while still covering his eyes duo to the brightness. "Also close those damn doors for fucks sake!"
As soon as Wasp leaves, Arkadij plans to pull out the bullet by himself. This thing seriously starts to be a pain in the ass..literally.
[Wasp claws the door, giggling as he walked off, humming some song under his breath..]
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[It was a couple of hours before Wasp came back. He seemed a little detached now, blankly staring ahead as he closed the door behind him. He carried a small cloth basket— well, sticks arranged enough to hold cloth. He blinked, staring at Arkadij before smiling.]
“Sorry it took me a bit! Just.. had a small detour. Anyways! Found some berries that can help!”
[Wasp said, holding the basket out. It had some red liquid staining the cloth and dripping on the floor. Too dark of a red to be berries. The smell was rusty too, but wasp didnt seem to notice. Or he didn’t bother to.]
[He placed the basket on counter, wandering over to rummage through the cabinet.]
Arkadij spent that time pulling out the bullet and patching himself up afterwards. Oh well, Wasp probably wouldn't mind that he used things from his first aid kit..Also borrowed clean pants from Wasp's closed without asking. Surprisingly they fit him and even found black ones among more colorful clothes Wasp owns.
Currently Arkadij was laying on Wasp's bed, having troubles with falling asleep. When Wasp returned, he looked in his direction as the familiar rusty scent of blood immidietaly hit his nostrils. "Heh, you're finally back, hm? With a dinner for me" Arkadij grinned as he stared at the basket. He was in fact, hungry after everything he had experienced today, who wouldn't be?
"Just tell me that there's something besides damn berries inside..Don't even try to lie, I can smell that there's a blood on it." He pointed at the basket and then chuckled afterwards. Seems like he's in a better mood. "Haha, you spent so long just to make a basket? Damn.."
[Wasp blinked, staring at the basket.]
“…I don’t remember getting any body part.”
[Wasp murmured; having a blank expression. He stayed like that for a bit before shaking out of it.]
“Oh! You can eat it if you wanna! If it gets your strength up.. just not on my bed, I made it not too long ago!”
[Wasp offered cheerfully.]
"Well, too late! I probably messed it up a bit anyway!" He grins before getting up from Wasp's bed. Well, apparently he bandaged himself well and didn't left any clay on the pants or sheets.
Arkadij opens the basket...
(SMALL TW FOR ANYONE READING THIS!)
"Mhm...I get it. They're always too loud." He shrugs, doesn't seem to care. He can eat? Then why does it even matter if that person screamed or not. Also, he seen similar or worse cases of someone being torn apart by a visitor.
"Heh, you surprise me! So gentle looking, with flowers patterns and stuff yet so violent! You kinda remind me of.." He went quiet, no need to mention him to some random weird guy he just met or think about it. "Nevermind, just take it as a complement the fact that I'm impressed!" He forced a grin on his face. After that he pulled up the body part from the basket, time for dinner.
[Wasp didnt even ask who he reminded Arkadij of this time. He only hummed, smiling emptily up the the roof of the camper with a small sigh, eyes tracing over patterns on the curtains hanging on the ceiling.]
“..just clean up after, yeah?”
(//Also a small TW..He's eating it)
"Mhm..mm..yep, I will clean up." He continues eating, pretty loudly and already messed up himself with blood..He finished it quickly, definitely was hungry.
Only skull was left, Arkasij didn't really bother to go further and open it up. Brain carries diseases or something and he doesn't want to find out if visitors are immune to it or not.
He messily cleans his mouth with a sleeve of his hoodie and turns around in Wasp's direction. "Well, the rest is yours!"
“…I’ll use the skull to fertilize plants.. bone marrow is good fertilizer.”
[Wasp murmured, still starting up at the ceiling.]
Arkadij shrugs, doesn't care what Wasp gonna do with it in the end. "Tss, do whatever you want with it, I guess! Your skull, not mine." He carelessly threw it back into the basket.
He approched the bed and sat down on it, looking down at Wasp. "What the fuck happened at that walk anyway? I mean, you seem not in mood..Heh, too much photosynthesis, flower boy?"
“Oh! Can’t remember! Always can’t remember when I leave the forest.. but it would be nice to photosynthesize, imaging not needing to eat and only relying on sun and water..”
"...Flavourless life, that's what I can tell you." Arkadij's too realistic even when it comes to such abstract concepts. "Relying on 'sun and water'..Ehh, where's the flavour? Something..you know! Spicy. Like a kebab..Fuck, you should try it." He got hungry by just thinking about it. It's been months since he ate anything he actually likes (aside from a few times he was forced to make fries.), maybe that's for the better. His diet before cataclysm depended mostly on street food and whatever Dima ocassionally made him to eat.
"Anyway-I really doubt that you don't remember what happened there."
“…I don’t remember.”
[Wasp simply said, still staring at the ceiling before slowly trailing his eyes to look at Arkadij.]
“I don’t wanna talk about the forest anymore.”
"Mhm, mhm..riiiiight..Okay, so I'm just gonna think that you got high and ten casually cut off the guy's head." Arkadij just shrugs and lays down next to him.
"Then what do you want to talk about, hmm? If forest is such a taboo topic for you."
“Bee.”
[Wasp simply said.]
“..there’s clearly more to him than just some drinking Buddy you cuddle with. I can tell, Arkadij. Go on, dont hesitate..”
[Wasp murmured, warmly smiling as his expression got softer.]
That sudden change of his tone of voice. Something was clearly wrong about this guy, even though he had no idea what is it, Wasp was definitely too interested in Bee for whatever reason. He's possibly the same kind of a sadistic freak as Boris..Fuck, Bee is some magnet for such people!
"Fuck, you're too curious about a guy who just looks like you!" He chuckles while looking straight into Wasp's eyes with a wide smile on his face. "Why?"
“…it’s not every day— well, this is the first time I for mistaken for someone. Wouldn’t you too he curious about someone if you were mistaken as them?”
"No" He said that without hesitation. Actually, why would he even care about it?
"Ehh, what exactly do you want to know about him?"
“Well, I’m a very curious person, Arkadij.. if there is someone out there, that looks and sounds like me.. then this is mother natures calling. Please, tell me more about Bee.”
"No" He just looks up at the ceiling, not planning to tell him anything about Bee.
"I don't wanna talk about Bee anymore!!" He said in a mocking tone of voice. "See? You don't want to talk about the forest and I don't want to talk about him. Change the topic..fuck, even ask me about someone else!"
[Wasp huffed, frowning a bit as he shifted; resting his chin on Arkadij’s chest. Wasp gave him the slight puppy-dog eyes, pouting a bit.]
“…please?..”
[Wasp murmured, raising a hand to gently cup Arkadij’s jaw.]
It feels too familiar..especially with his tone of voice.
"Fuck, don't look at me like that."
“Sweetheart, please!.. I just wanna know..”
[Wasp whined, flopping his head entirely on Arkadij’s chest.]
“Even just some basic information like his favorite color or even his age is good enough! C’mon.. please? One thing and I’ll be silent, I swear!..”
He looks away, already having enough. "I have no idea what his favourite color is, don't care, about his age..uuuh..22 I think? I don't fuckin' know!"
"Ehh..He likes shitty music. That's one thing, satisfied? Then stop acting like that for fucks sake. Fuck, you're acting like-" He doesn't finish the sentence.
Arkadij rushed through the forest as he felt that the heat is getting unbearable. If he doesn't find a place to hide away from it, he might burn..Ugh, where that damn cave even was? That would be a good spot to at least stay inside.
Then he spotted a camper nearby, without much thought he ran in it's direction and immidietaly rushed inside. He fell to his knees after closing the door, his breath was heavy..He's safe now.
He turned around and spotted someone there..was it...BEE!?
"..Fuck..." He rised an eyebrow. "For fucks sake..I wasn't at that building for a few hours and he got you?!" Arkadij could immidietaly tell that this guy before him is a visitor, just felt it in his bones. So, it seems like Boris got Bee and he turned into a visitor..He didn't seen any other explaination. "Bee..I get everything but SERIOUSLY?! Where the fuck did you got a camper fdom and why you're a-..jesus fuckin' christ.." He pointed at "Bee". "..You look like you just got back from a fuckin' Woodstock festival or something! Why are you a hippie?!"
This view immidietaly made him forget about the pain he's experiencing or the bleeding wounds. He's shocked.
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[“Bee” blinked, slightly surprised as he rose his eyebrows. He suddenly chuckled— much more warmer and friendlier than Bee’s actual chuckle. He knelt down, being face to face with Arkadij.]
“..Oh, do I look like someone you know? Perhaps a lover?.. a friend?.. please, do tell.”
[“Bee” asked, having a sweet smile on his face. He tilted his head slightly, his dangling piercings swaying the direction his head was tilted at. He was making direct eye contact with Arkadij, unblinking as he tilted his head back up straight.]
That chuckle didn't sounded like Bee at all, not to even mention the way this guy acts. That man was also a bit creepy..
"You're not him.." He muttered, staring into his eyes. Not sure if he should be happy that Bee is probably fine or should feel weird about the fact that his 'friend' has some weird clone..Maybe Bee has a twin. Time to check. "Wo..Wie..heiß..du..sie..kurwen machen..? Ugh, fuck it! Who are you?" He doesn't know German, just heard some random basic phrases but doesn't remember much of it.
“My name is Wasp.”
[“Bee”— no, Wasp said. He slowly stood up and walked over to where a cabinet, slowly opening it as he rummaged through it.]
“…This is my first time hearing about this ‘Bee’ guy, hm.. anyway… would you like to sit down on the chair or would you rather sit down on the rug outside? So Mother Nature can take course and witness your pain so she can help you?”
[Wasp kindly offered, pulling out a small med-kit. He turned to look at Arkadij, still having that smile on his face.]
“Truly, it’s up to you whether or not you wanna be patched up by me or not. I’m just a bystander that got involved in.. whatever happened to you.”
"Haha! Believe or not but I don't think that I can sit now!" He let out a forced laugh. "Ugh..Not thanks, I will stay here."
He sighs, this guy is weird as hell but at least tries to help and owns a first aid kit. Does he have any other option now? The sun is gonna burn him as soon as he walks outside. Oh well, he's forced to stay with him for one day.
"I guess that you can patch me up, 'Wasp"..? That's a name of one band." He smirked and showed Wasp his bleeding hands, letting him take care of that.
“Oh! What type of band is it?”
[Wasp asks, raising an eyebrow as he sat down beside Arkadij. He opened the medkit and grabbed a small container. Wasp soon gently placed Arkadij’s hands in his lap before opening the container and scooped something out.]
[It seemed to be some kind of clay. Wasp gently placed it on the wounds and began to massage the clay into it.]
"It's a..- The hell are you doing?" He looked down at the clay Wasp is massaging into his wounds. It did hurt a tiny bit but wasn't that bad.
“It’s Kaolinite clay! It helps speed up blood clotting, very useful when it comes to severe bleeding.”
[Wasp said, basically beaming as he chuckled.]
“I don’t like using hydrogen peroxide.. in my eyes, it doesn’t help the human body when the body is meant to be healed by nature. Which! I use the clay as a replacement.”
[He hummed, taking some gauze and began to gently wrap Arkadij’s hands.]
"Mhm..mhmm..Let's hope that your alt-med stuff won't kill me and actually help" He shrugs, not so sure if what Wasp is doing gonna actually help but hey, at least he bandaged it.
"Heh, funny thing! You actually have a lot of work to do if you want to patch me up." He looked down at his stomach and thighs.. fuck, there's one glass shard stuck in his left thigh.
“Oh! I knew saving those extra clays would help! This may take a while.. stay still, alright? I’ll make sure I’ll get every wound.”
[Wasp said, he lightly patted his lap, signaling for Arkadij to lay down on it.]
“I’ll be able to get the clay in better if you lay down.”
[Wasp explained, waiting patiently.]
He done it without hesitation, just layed down on his lap..Something in this guy's voice was weirdly calming and relaxing, almost familiar.
Also Wasp'a lap was suprisingly comfortable to lay on so he doesn't complain.
[Wasp began humming— some song from the Beatles, most likely. He lifted Arkadij’s top a bit before taking a bit more of the clay and began to massage it into the wounds.]
He simply just watches whatever Wasp is doing, listening to his humming before finally deciding to say something. "Eh..You're not gonna ask who I am or what happened to me?" He rolls his eyes, that's quite weird that Wasp started patching him up without asking any questions which a normal person would ask after an injured guy just stormed into their house out of nowhere.
“Mh… not really. I do want your name!”
[Wasp said, shrugging as he began to place bandages on the wounds.]
“I’m not gonna ask on what happened.. what’s your business.”
If he doesn't want to ask then he won't tell him. It's a long story anyway and just thinking about it kinda pisses him off.
"I'm Arkadij" He introduced himself while watching Wasp bandaging him. "Soo.." He had no idea to keep the conversation going but it was a bit awkward to just sit here in silence. "Cool camper.." He looked around.
“Awh! Thanks! I worked hard on the interior. Real comfy, Y’know? Always like a huge amount of blankets on my bed..”
[Wasp explained, gesturing over to the hidden bed behind the beaded curtain. He slowly observed the bandages, making sure he covered the wounds.]
"Yeah, really comfy and colorful.. and such" Arkadij shrugs, the camper did looked comfortable but Wasp's decoration choice was not his taste. It's just too colorful. Oh well, but he can't complain since he's forced to stay here until the sun goes down anyway. Not to even mention that he still needs to get patched up and probably rest before leaving.
He tried to pull out the glass shard from his thight, hissed in pain and gave up after it cut his finger tips. He should leave it to Wasp..
[Wasp pouted, tsk-ing as he carefully took out the shard from Arkadij’s thigh.]
“Ark, you should’ve left it alone..”
[Wasp lightly scolded, observing the wound.]
“…this one is gonna need French green clay.. it works better.”
He rised an eyebrow after Wasp said that nickname in a slightly different tone of voice..Strange but he won't comment about it. Too many weird things been happening and already happened before. Nothing surprises him at this point, it bores him.
"..What's even the difference between that clay and this one you used?" For him, clay is clay.
“French green clay promotes muscle regrowth! Since the glass probably tore some muscle.. and the one I used makes blood clotting faster!”
[Wasp explained, he hummed and rummaged through the small medkit, trying to find the clay.]
"Mhm..I hope that it's gonna work." Arkadij watched Wasp who was trying to find the clay he just talked about.
“Usually does!”
[Wasp said, he pulled out the container and looked at Arkadij’s thigh. He lightly ripped the fabric around the wound before rubbing the clay on it.]
“…tell me about this Bee guy. Seems like you know him well enough to be concerned.”
Arkadij looked down at his thights, more precisely at his now even more ripped pants. "..For fucks sake, you could just tell me to take them off." He sighs, watching as Wasp is rubbing the clay against his wounds. "Ehh, well, hope that you can borrow me yours or know how to sew! I'm not gonna walk around in ripped clothes.." Arkadij rolls his eyes.
"Why are you so curious about him, hm?"
“Mh. Can a man not be curious? You were calling me him and acting like I was him when you came in.. how can I not be curious, Ark?”
[Wasp asked, chuckling as he glanced up— making brief eye contact for a bit before looking back down at the wound.]
“..don’t worry, I can stitch. Figured you didn’t want to take your pants off in front of a stranger you just met.”
Arkadij sighs, can't believe that this guy is more curious about Bee than about why a wounded stranger stormed into his camper. "Alright, alright.."
He thinks what he can tell Wasp about Bee and then smirks after a moment. "Heh, he's a guy with who I get drunk and get clingy with afterwards! Need to know anything else?"
He chuckled while watching Wasp taking care of his wounds, taking a closer look at his face. "You guys look like twins, must admit"
“Hm.. twins? That’s… I’ll take that as a compliment, seeing how much you adore him.”
[Wasp murmured, getting the last bit of the wounds covered in clay before carefully bandaging it.]
“…You drink with him.. Sounds like ab alcoholic, not my exact taste in people but.. I won’t judge!”
"Nah, Bee's not an alcoholic..He just likes to drink, ya know? Heh, besides, what else people can do during the damn cataclysm to relax for once?" He shrugs, almost felt attacked by alcoholism accusations. After all, Arkadij pretty much drank as much as Bee does..Sometimes even more.
"..Don't answear that question, I already know what you're about to say hippie guy."
“…a lot of things! Bathe in a river, plant a flower, go in the forest, feed a squirrel…”
[Wasp began to list things, smiling happily as he did.]
“Oh! Sometimes even scavenging around an abandoned shack in the forest to see what you can find! Real fun!.. can’t remember what I found last time though.. dirty enough for me to wash off but I wasn’t as hungry anymore.”
"..Mhmmm..I get it.." He didn't seemed to be interested in whatever Wasp suggested as an alternative to drinking. Also compleately ignored the last part.
"I'm surprised that you didn't mentioned smoking weed..Haha, no offense but you look like someone who would!"
“No! Hurts my lungs.. which also hurts Mother Nature! The lungs resembles branches of trees, trees gives us oxygen.. the lungs help us breathe oxygen.. besides! I don’t see the point in smoking. It’s a nasty thing..”
"Well, your choice I guess" He rolls his eyes, this guy didn't had to start that whole mother nature blah blah blah talk just to say that he doesn't smoke at all. Obviously, he gets that some people just don't smoke because they don't like it or simply cannot due to health issues, like asthma.
Ehh, he starts to think about him again. This day is shitty in general, why his own thoughts must make him feel even worse?
"Ugh, can I at least smoke here?-" He starts searching his pockets. Fuck! He dropped a pack somewhere, probably when he was running away. "Nevermind."
“I would say just be near the window, but.. again! No cigarettes on you, hm?”
[Wasp murmured, he glanced around and patted Arkadij’s thigh.]
“…you could always play with my hair if you’re stressed! Oh! Or I can show you how to make leather cord bracelets!”
"..Eh, no thanks" He looks around, about to ask if Wasp perhaps has some cigarettes yet the answear is rather obvious..
After a moment of silence, Arkadij gets up a bit and pats Wasp's hair..It's quite weird in touch.
[Wasp hummed, he closed his eyes and gently grabbed Arkadij’s wrists, making sure his hands stayed in his hair.]
“It’s been a while since someone touched my hair..”
"Mhm.." He rised an eyebrow, looking a bit disgusted for some reason. But his hand stayed in place, not even trying to pull his hand away from Wasp's grip.
"Soo..Eh, you gonna tell me now about how cataclysm fucked up your life or..?"
“Oh! Can’t remember much.. either banged my head a bit too hard or my memory just got bad.. all I remember is walking out of the forest! I was wet.. probably came out of the lake.. or something.”
"..You drowned, didn't you?" This makes sense..That man probably got already infected with the parasite before that and then just 'died' by drowning in the lake.
"Fuck, what a lame death.. " Arkadij rolls his eyes.
“No! No.. I don’t remember what I was covered in… I just assumed water. But I think I would have had trouble breathing if I drowned, yeah?”
"Who know?" Arkadij shrugs.
Damn, he really needs to smoke..Instead, he caressed through Wasp's hair a bit more.
[Wasp hummed, closing his eyes as he leaned into the touch a bit; visibly relaxing his shoulders.]
“…anyone ever told you that you’re good at this?”
"..Hmm, yes actually" Arkadij chuckled as he continues.
“Real talented with your hands.. almost makes me sleepy, Y’know?.. just wanna go outside, lay on the carpet.. Incense burning.. and just sleep.”
"..Mhm, so cigarette smoke is bad but incense apparently smells aaabsolutely great to you.." He doesn't like that smell, no matter what incense scent someone uses it always stinks like a burnt stick to him. Scented candles are a much better option anyway...
Arkadij smiled anyway because of the complement, he likes to hear those. It's pretty much just stroking his ego no matter who says it.
"Outside..? Like- right now? Fuck, you want to burn or something..? That's kinda fucked up, don't you think?"
[Wasp giggled, he shrugged and carefully got up, resting Arkadij against the camper wall before heading outside. He stood out on the middle of the outside rug, having the sun bathe him in light.]
“You should try it sometime! It relaxes the soul.. it’s always good to get ten minutes of unfiltered light, Y’know! We’re like plants..”
"..." He stared at Wasp in disbelief...How's it even possible that he's not burning? Arkadij covers his eyes and moves away from it, it's too bright. Not to even mention the sudden wave of heat hitting his face, it felt like opening a heated oven after baking. Are visitors immune to burning by the sun? He's not so sure about it and doesn't plan to find out.
"Mhmm.. fuckin' wonderful, flower boy. How about you go on a walk to photosynthesize or whatever while I stay here and try to recover.." He tries to move away from the door even futher while still covering his eyes duo to the brightness. "Also close those damn doors for fucks sake!"
As soon as Wasp leaves, Arkadij plans to pull out the bullet by himself. This thing seriously starts to be a pain in the ass..literally.
[Wasp claws the door, giggling as he walked off, humming some song under his breath..]
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[It was a couple of hours before Wasp came back. He seemed a little detached now, blankly staring ahead as he closed the door behind him. He carried a small cloth basket— well, sticks arranged enough to hold cloth. He blinked, staring at Arkadij before smiling.]
“Sorry it took me a bit! Just.. had a small detour. Anyways! Found some berries that can help!”
[Wasp said, holding the basket out. It had some red liquid staining the cloth and dripping on the floor. Too dark of a red to be berries. The smell was rusty too, but wasp didnt seem to notice. Or he didn’t bother to.]
[He placed the basket on counter, wandering over to rummage through the cabinet.]
Arkadij spent that time pulling out the bullet and patching himself up afterwards. Oh well, Wasp probably wouldn't mind that he used things from his first aid kit..Also borrowed clean pants from Wasp's closed without asking. Surprisingly they fit him and even found black ones among more colorful clothes Wasp owns.
Currently Arkadij was laying on Wasp's bed, having troubles with falling asleep. When Wasp returned, he looked in his direction as the familiar rusty scent of blood immidietaly hit his nostrils. "Heh, you're finally back, hm? With a dinner for me" Arkadij grinned as he stared at the basket. He was in fact, hungry after everything he had experienced today, who wouldn't be?
"Just tell me that there's something besides damn berries inside..Don't even try to lie, I can smell that there's a blood on it." He pointed at the basket and then chuckled afterwards. Seems like he's in a better mood. "Haha, you spent so long just to make a basket? Damn.."
[Wasp blinked, staring at the basket.]
“…I don’t remember getting any body part.”
[Wasp murmured; having a blank expression. He stayed like that for a bit before shaking out of it.]
“Oh! You can eat it if you wanna! If it gets your strength up.. just not on my bed, I made it not too long ago!”
[Wasp offered cheerfully.]
"Well, too late! I probably messed it up a bit anyway!" He grins before getting up from Wasp's bed. Well, apparently he bandaged himself well and didn't left any clay on the pants or sheets.
Arkadij opens the basket...
(SMALL TW FOR ANYONE READING THIS!)
"Mhm...I get it. They're always too loud." He shrugs, doesn't seem to care. He can eat? Then why does it even matter if that person screamed or not. Also, he seen similar or worse cases of someone being torn apart by a visitor.
"Heh, you surprise me! So gentle looking, with flowers patterns and stuff yet so violent! You kinda remind me of.." He went quiet, no need to mention him to some random weird guy he just met or think about it. "Nevermind, just take it as a complement the fact that I'm impressed!" He forced a grin on his face. After that he pulled up the body part from the basket, time for dinner.
[Wasp didnt even ask who he reminded Arkadij of this time. He only hummed, smiling emptily up the the roof of the camper with a small sigh, eyes tracing over patterns on the curtains hanging on the ceiling.]
“..just clean up after, yeah?”
(//Also a small TW..He's eating it)
"Mhm..mm..yep, I will clean up." He continues eating, pretty loudly and already messed up himself with blood..He finished it quickly, definitely was hungry.
Only skull was left, Arkasij didn't really bother to go further and open it up. Brain carries diseases or something and he doesn't want to find out if visitors are immune to it or not.
He messily cleans his mouth with a sleeve of his hoodie and turns around in Wasp's direction. "Well, the rest is yours!"
“…I’ll use the skull to fertilize plants.. bone marrow is good fertilizer.”
[Wasp murmured, still starting up at the ceiling.]
Arkadij shrugs, doesn't care what Wasp gonna do with it in the end. "Tss, do whatever you want with it, I guess! Your skull, not mine." He carelessly threw it back into the basket.
He approched the bed and sat down on it, looking down at Wasp. "What the fuck happened at that walk anyway? I mean, you seem not in mood..Heh, too much photosynthesis, flower boy?"
“Oh! Can’t remember! Always can’t remember when I leave the forest.. but it would be nice to photosynthesize, imaging not needing to eat and only relying on sun and water..”
"...Flavourless life, that's what I can tell you." Arkadij's too realistic even when it comes to such abstract concepts. "Relying on 'sun and water'..Ehh, where's the flavour? Something..you know! Spicy. Like a kebab..Fuck, you should try it." He got hungry by just thinking about it. It's been months since he ate anything he actually likes (aside from a few times he was forced to make fries.), maybe that's for the better. His diet before cataclysm depended mostly on street food and whatever Dima ocassionally made him to eat.
"Anyway-I really doubt that you don't remember what happened there."
“…I don’t remember.”
[Wasp simply said, still staring at the ceiling before slowly trailing his eyes to look at Arkadij.]
“I don’t wanna talk about the forest anymore.”
"Mhm, mhm..riiiiight..Okay, so I'm just gonna think that you got high and ten casually cut off the guy's head." Arkadij just shrugs and lays down next to him.
"Then what do you want to talk about, hmm? If forest is such a taboo topic for you."
“Bee.”
[Wasp simply said.]
“..there’s clearly more to him than just some drinking Buddy you cuddle with. I can tell, Arkadij. Go on, dont hesitate..”
[Wasp murmured, warmly smiling as his expression got softer.]
That sudden change of his tone of voice. Something was clearly wrong about this guy, even though he had no idea what is it, Wasp was definitely too interested in Bee for whatever reason. He's possibly the same kind of a sadistic freak as Boris..Fuck, Bee is some magnet for such people!
"Fuck, you're too curious about a guy who just looks like you!" He chuckles while looking straight into Wasp's eyes with a wide smile on his face. "Why?"
“…it’s not every day— well, this is the first time I for mistaken for someone. Wouldn’t you too he curious about someone if you were mistaken as them?”
"No" He said that without hesitation. Actually, why would he even care about it?
"Ehh, what exactly do you want to know about him?"
“Well, I’m a very curious person, Arkadij.. if there is someone out there, that looks and sounds like me.. then this is mother natures calling. Please, tell me more about Bee.”
"No" He just looks up at the ceiling, not planning to tell him anything about Bee.
"I don't wanna talk about Bee anymore!!" He said in a mocking tone of voice. "See? You don't want to talk about the forest and I don't want to talk about him. Change the topic..fuck, even ask me about someone else!"
[Wasp huffed, frowning a bit as he shifted; resting his chin on Arkadij’s chest. Wasp gave him the slight puppy-dog eyes, pouting a bit.]
“…please?..”
[Wasp murmured, raising a hand to gently cup Arkadij’s jaw.]
It feels too familiar..especially with his tone of voice.
"Fuck, don't look at me like that."
Arkadij rushed through the forest as he felt that the heat is getting unbearable. If he doesn't find a place to hide away from it, he might burn..Ugh, where that damn cave even was? That would be a good spot to at least stay inside.
Then he spotted a camper nearby, without much thought he ran in it's direction and immidietaly rushed inside. He fell to his knees after closing the door, his breath was heavy..He's safe now.
He turned around and spotted someone there..was it...BEE!?
"..Fuck..." He rised an eyebrow. "For fucks sake..I wasn't at that building for a few hours and he got you?!" Arkadij could immidietaly tell that this guy before him is a visitor, just felt it in his bones. So, it seems like Boris got Bee and he turned into a visitor..He didn't seen any other explaination. "Bee..I get everything but SERIOUSLY?! Where the fuck did you got a camper fdom and why you're a-..jesus fuckin' christ.." He pointed at "Bee". "..You look like you just got back from a fuckin' Woodstock festival or something! Why are you a hippie?!"
This view immidietaly made him forget about the pain he's experiencing or the bleeding wounds. He's shocked.
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[“Bee” blinked, slightly surprised as he rose his eyebrows. He suddenly chuckled— much more warmer and friendlier than Bee’s actual chuckle. He knelt down, being face to face with Arkadij.]
“..Oh, do I look like someone you know? Perhaps a lover?.. a friend?.. please, do tell.”
[“Bee” asked, having a sweet smile on his face. He tilted his head slightly, his dangling piercings swaying the direction his head was tilted at. He was making direct eye contact with Arkadij, unblinking as he tilted his head back up straight.]
That chuckle didn't sounded like Bee at all, not to even mention the way this guy acts. That man was also a bit creepy..
"You're not him.." He muttered, staring into his eyes. Not sure if he should be happy that Bee is probably fine or should feel weird about the fact that his 'friend' has some weird clone..Maybe Bee has a twin. Time to check. "Wo..Wie..heiß..du..sie..kurwen machen..? Ugh, fuck it! Who are you?" He doesn't know German, just heard some random basic phrases but doesn't remember much of it.
“My name is Wasp.”
[“Bee”— no, Wasp said. He slowly stood up and walked over to where a cabinet, slowly opening it as he rummaged through it.]
“…This is my first time hearing about this ‘Bee’ guy, hm.. anyway… would you like to sit down on the chair or would you rather sit down on the rug outside? So Mother Nature can take course and witness your pain so she can help you?”
[Wasp kindly offered, pulling out a small med-kit. He turned to look at Arkadij, still having that smile on his face.]
“Truly, it’s up to you whether or not you wanna be patched up by me or not. I’m just a bystander that got involved in.. whatever happened to you.”
"Haha! Believe or not but I don't think that I can sit now!" He let out a forced laugh. "Ugh..Not thanks, I will stay here."
He sighs, this guy is weird as hell but at least tries to help and owns a first aid kit. Does he have any other option now? The sun is gonna burn him as soon as he walks outside. Oh well, he's forced to stay with him for one day.
"I guess that you can patch me up, 'Wasp"..? That's a name of one band." He smirked and showed Wasp his bleeding hands, letting him take care of that.
“Oh! What type of band is it?”
[Wasp asks, raising an eyebrow as he sat down beside Arkadij. He opened the medkit and grabbed a small container. Wasp soon gently placed Arkadij’s hands in his lap before opening the container and scooped something out.]
[It seemed to be some kind of clay. Wasp gently placed it on the wounds and began to massage the clay into it.]
"It's a..- The hell are you doing?" He looked down at the clay Wasp is massaging into his wounds. It did hurt a tiny bit but wasn't that bad.
“It’s Kaolinite clay! It helps speed up blood clotting, very useful when it comes to severe bleeding.”
[Wasp said, basically beaming as he chuckled.]
“I don’t like using hydrogen peroxide.. in my eyes, it doesn’t help the human body when the body is meant to be healed by nature. Which! I use the clay as a replacement.”
[He hummed, taking some gauze and began to gently wrap Arkadij’s hands.]
"Mhm..mhmm..Let's hope that your alt-med stuff won't kill me and actually help" He shrugs, not so sure if what Wasp is doing gonna actually help but hey, at least he bandaged it.
"Heh, funny thing! You actually have a lot of work to do if you want to patch me up." He looked down at his stomach and thighs.. fuck, there's one glass shard stuck in his left thigh.
“Oh! I knew saving those extra clays would help! This may take a while.. stay still, alright? I’ll make sure I’ll get every wound.”
[Wasp said, he lightly patted his lap, signaling for Arkadij to lay down on it.]
“I’ll be able to get the clay in better if you lay down.”
[Wasp explained, waiting patiently.]
He done it without hesitation, just layed down on his lap..Something in this guy's voice was weirdly calming and relaxing, almost familiar.
Also Wasp'a lap was suprisingly comfortable to lay on so he doesn't complain.
[Wasp began humming— some song from the Beatles, most likely. He lifted Arkadij’s top a bit before taking a bit more of the clay and began to massage it into the wounds.]
He simply just watches whatever Wasp is doing, listening to his humming before finally deciding to say something. "Eh..You're not gonna ask who I am or what happened to me?" He rolls his eyes, that's quite weird that Wasp started patching him up without asking any questions which a normal person would ask after an injured guy just stormed into their house out of nowhere.
“Mh… not really. I do want your name!”
[Wasp said, shrugging as he began to place bandages on the wounds.]
“I’m not gonna ask on what happened.. what’s your business.”
If he doesn't want to ask then he won't tell him. It's a long story anyway and just thinking about it kinda pisses him off.
"I'm Arkadij" He introduced himself while watching Wasp bandaging him. "Soo.." He had no idea to keep the conversation going but it was a bit awkward to just sit here in silence. "Cool camper.." He looked around.
“Awh! Thanks! I worked hard on the interior. Real comfy, Y’know? Always like a huge amount of blankets on my bed..”
[Wasp explained, gesturing over to the hidden bed behind the beaded curtain. He slowly observed the bandages, making sure he covered the wounds.]
"Yeah, really comfy and colorful.. and such" Arkadij shrugs, the camper did looked comfortable but Wasp's decoration choice was not his taste. It's just too colorful. Oh well, but he can't complain since he's forced to stay here until the sun goes down anyway. Not to even mention that he still needs to get patched up and probably rest before leaving.
He tried to pull out the glass shard from his thight, hissed in pain and gave up after it cut his finger tips. He should leave it to Wasp..
[Wasp pouted, tsk-ing as he carefully took out the shard from Arkadij’s thigh.]
“Ark, you should’ve left it alone..”
[Wasp lightly scolded, observing the wound.]
“…this one is gonna need French green clay.. it works better.”
He rised an eyebrow after Wasp said that nickname in a slightly different tone of voice..Strange but he won't comment about it. Too many weird things been happening and already happened before. Nothing surprises him at this point, it bores him.
"..What's even the difference between that clay and this one you used?" For him, clay is clay.
“French green clay promotes muscle regrowth! Since the glass probably tore some muscle.. and the one I used makes blood clotting faster!”
[Wasp explained, he hummed and rummaged through the small medkit, trying to find the clay.]
"Mhm..I hope that it's gonna work." Arkadij watched Wasp who was trying to find the clay he just talked about.
“Usually does!”
[Wasp said, he pulled out the container and looked at Arkadij’s thigh. He lightly ripped the fabric around the wound before rubbing the clay on it.]
“…tell me about this Bee guy. Seems like you know him well enough to be concerned.”
Arkadij looked down at his thights, more precisely at his now even more ripped pants. "..For fucks sake, you could just tell me to take them off." He sighs, watching as Wasp is rubbing the clay against his wounds. "Ehh, well, hope that you can borrow me yours or know how to sew! I'm not gonna walk around in ripped clothes.." Arkadij rolls his eyes.
"Why are you so curious about him, hm?"
“Mh. Can a man not be curious? You were calling me him and acting like I was him when you came in.. how can I not be curious, Ark?”
[Wasp asked, chuckling as he glanced up— making brief eye contact for a bit before looking back down at the wound.]
“..don’t worry, I can stitch. Figured you didn’t want to take your pants off in front of a stranger you just met.”
Arkadij sighs, can't believe that this guy is more curious about Bee than about why a wounded stranger stormed into his camper. "Alright, alright.."
He thinks what he can tell Wasp about Bee and then smirks after a moment. "Heh, he's a guy with who I get drunk and get clingy with afterwards! Need to know anything else?"
He chuckled while watching Wasp taking care of his wounds, taking a closer look at his face. "You guys look like twins, must admit"
“Hm.. twins? That’s… I’ll take that as a compliment, seeing how much you adore him.”
[Wasp murmured, getting the last bit of the wounds covered in clay before carefully bandaging it.]
“…You drink with him.. Sounds like ab alcoholic, not my exact taste in people but.. I won’t judge!”
"Nah, Bee's not an alcoholic..He just likes to drink, ya know? Heh, besides, what else people can do during the damn cataclysm to relax for once?" He shrugs, almost felt attacked by alcoholism accusations. After all, Arkadij pretty much drank as much as Bee does..Sometimes even more.
"..Don't answear that question, I already know what you're about to say hippie guy."
“…a lot of things! Bathe in a river, plant a flower, go in the forest, feed a squirrel…”
[Wasp began to list things, smiling happily as he did.]
“Oh! Sometimes even scavenging around an abandoned shack in the forest to see what you can find! Real fun!.. can’t remember what I found last time though.. dirty enough for me to wash off but I wasn’t as hungry anymore.”
"..Mhmmm..I get it.." He didn't seemed to be interested in whatever Wasp suggested as an alternative to drinking. Also compleately ignored the last part.
"I'm surprised that you didn't mentioned smoking weed..Haha, no offense but you look like someone who would!"
“No! Hurts my lungs.. which also hurts Mother Nature! The lungs resembles branches of trees, trees gives us oxygen.. the lungs help us breathe oxygen.. besides! I don’t see the point in smoking. It’s a nasty thing..”
"Well, your choice I guess" He rolls his eyes, this guy didn't had to start that whole mother nature blah blah blah talk just to say that he doesn't smoke at all. Obviously, he gets that some people just don't smoke because they don't like it or simply cannot due to health issues, like asthma.
Ehh, he starts to think about him again. This day is shitty in general, why his own thoughts must make him feel even worse?
"Ugh, can I at least smoke here?-" He starts searching his pockets. Fuck! He dropped a pack somewhere, probably when he was running away. "Nevermind."
“I would say just be near the window, but.. again! No cigarettes on you, hm?”
[Wasp murmured, he glanced around and patted Arkadij’s thigh.]
“…you could always play with my hair if you’re stressed! Oh! Or I can show you how to make leather cord bracelets!”
"..Eh, no thanks" He looks around, about to ask if Wasp perhaps has some cigarettes yet the answear is rather obvious..
After a moment of silence, Arkadij gets up a bit and pats Wasp's hair..It's quite weird in touch.
[Wasp hummed, he closed his eyes and gently grabbed Arkadij’s wrists, making sure his hands stayed in his hair.]
“It’s been a while since someone touched my hair..”
"Mhm.." He rised an eyebrow, looking a bit disgusted for some reason. But his hand stayed in place, not even trying to pull his hand away from Wasp's grip.
"Soo..Eh, you gonna tell me now about how cataclysm fucked up your life or..?"
“Oh! Can’t remember much.. either banged my head a bit too hard or my memory just got bad.. all I remember is walking out of the forest! I was wet.. probably came out of the lake.. or something.”
"..You drowned, didn't you?" This makes sense..That man probably got already infected with the parasite before that and then just 'died' by drowning in the lake.
"Fuck, what a lame death.. " Arkadij rolls his eyes.
“No! No.. I don’t remember what I was covered in… I just assumed water. But I think I would have had trouble breathing if I drowned, yeah?”
"Who know?" Arkadij shrugs.
Damn, he really needs to smoke..Instead, he caressed through Wasp's hair a bit more.
[Wasp hummed, closing his eyes as he leaned into the touch a bit; visibly relaxing his shoulders.]
“…anyone ever told you that you’re good at this?”
"..Hmm, yes actually" Arkadij chuckled as he continues.
“Real talented with your hands.. almost makes me sleepy, Y’know?.. just wanna go outside, lay on the carpet.. Incense burning.. and just sleep.”
"..Mhm, so cigarette smoke is bad but incense apparently smells aaabsolutely great to you.." He doesn't like that smell, no matter what incense scent someone uses it always stinks like a burnt stick to him. Scented candles are a much better option anyway...
Arkadij smiled anyway because of the complement, he likes to hear those. It's pretty much just stroking his ego no matter who says it.
"Outside..? Like- right now? Fuck, you want to burn or something..? That's kinda fucked up, don't you think?"
[Wasp giggled, he shrugged and carefully got up, resting Arkadij against the camper wall before heading outside. He stood out on the middle of the outside rug, having the sun bathe him in light.]
“You should try it sometime! It relaxes the soul.. it’s always good to get ten minutes of unfiltered light, Y’know! We’re like plants..”
"..." He stared at Wasp in disbelief...How's it even possible that he's not burning? Arkadij covers his eyes and moves away from it, it's too bright. Not to even mention the sudden wave of heat hitting his face, it felt like opening a heated oven after baking. Are visitors immune to burning by the sun? He's not so sure about it and doesn't plan to find out.
"Mhmm.. fuckin' wonderful, flower boy. How about you go on a walk to photosynthesize or whatever while I stay here and try to recover.." He tries to move away from the door even futher while still covering his eyes duo to the brightness. "Also close those damn doors for fucks sake!"
As soon as Wasp leaves, Arkadij plans to pull out the bullet by himself. This thing seriously starts to be a pain in the ass..literally.
[Wasp claws the door, giggling as he walked off, humming some song under his breath..]
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[It was a couple of hours before Wasp came back. He seemed a little detached now, blankly staring ahead as he closed the door behind him. He carried a small cloth basket— well, sticks arranged enough to hold cloth. He blinked, staring at Arkadij before smiling.]
“Sorry it took me a bit! Just.. had a small detour. Anyways! Found some berries that can help!”
[Wasp said, holding the basket out. It had some red liquid staining the cloth and dripping on the floor. Too dark of a red to be berries. The smell was rusty too, but wasp didnt seem to notice. Or he didn’t bother to.]
[He placed the basket on counter, wandering over to rummage through the cabinet.]
Arkadij spent that time pulling out the bullet and patching himself up afterwards. Oh well, Wasp probably wouldn't mind that he used things from his first aid kit..Also borrowed clean pants from Wasp's closed without asking. Surprisingly they fit him and even found black ones among more colorful clothes Wasp owns.
Currently Arkadij was laying on Wasp's bed, having troubles with falling asleep. When Wasp returned, he looked in his direction as the familiar rusty scent of blood immidietaly hit his nostrils. "Heh, you're finally back, hm? With a dinner for me" Arkadij grinned as he stared at the basket. He was in fact, hungry after everything he had experienced today, who wouldn't be?
"Just tell me that there's something besides damn berries inside..Don't even try to lie, I can smell that there's a blood on it." He pointed at the basket and then chuckled afterwards. Seems like he's in a better mood. "Haha, you spent so long just to make a basket? Damn.."
[Wasp blinked, staring at the basket.]
“…I don’t remember getting any body part.”
[Wasp murmured; having a blank expression. He stayed like that for a bit before shaking out of it.]
“Oh! You can eat it if you wanna! If it gets your strength up.. just not on my bed, I made it not too long ago!”
[Wasp offered cheerfully.]
"Well, too late! I probably messed it up a bit anyway!" He grins before getting up from Wasp's bed. Well, apparently he bandaged himself well and didn't left any clay on the pants or sheets.
Arkadij opens the basket...
(SMALL TW FOR ANYONE READING THIS!)
"Mhm...I get it. They're always too loud." He shrugs, doesn't seem to care. He can eat? Then why does it even matter if that person screamed or not. Also, he seen similar or worse cases of someone being torn apart by a visitor.
"Heh, you surprise me! So gentle looking, with flowers patterns and stuff yet so violent! You kinda remind me of.." He went quiet, no need to mention him to some random weird guy he just met or think about it. "Nevermind, just take it as a complement the fact that I'm impressed!" He forced a grin on his face. After that he pulled up the body part from the basket, time for dinner.
[Wasp didnt even ask who he reminded Arkadij of this time. He only hummed, smiling emptily up the the roof of the camper with a small sigh, eyes tracing over patterns on the curtains hanging on the ceiling.]
“..just clean up after, yeah?”
(//Also a small TW..He's eating it)
"Mhm..mm..yep, I will clean up." He continues eating, pretty loudly and already messed up himself with blood..He finished it quickly, definitely was hungry.
Only skull was left, Arkasij didn't really bother to go further and open it up. Brain carries diseases or something and he doesn't want to find out if visitors are immune to it or not.
He messily cleans his mouth with a sleeve of his hoodie and turns around in Wasp's direction. "Well, the rest is yours!"
“…I’ll use the skull to fertilize plants.. bone marrow is good fertilizer.”
[Wasp murmured, still starting up at the ceiling.]
Arkadij shrugs, doesn't care what Wasp gonna do with it in the end. "Tss, do whatever you want with it, I guess! Your skull, not mine." He carelessly threw it back into the basket.
He approched the bed and sat down on it, looking down at Wasp. "What the fuck happened at that walk anyway? I mean, you seem not in mood..Heh, too much photosynthesis, flower boy?"
“Oh! Can’t remember! Always can’t remember when I leave the forest.. but it would be nice to photosynthesize, imaging not needing to eat and only relying on sun and water..”
"...Flavourless life, that's what I can tell you." Arkadij's too realistic even when it comes to such abstract concepts. "Relying on 'sun and water'..Ehh, where's the flavour? Something..you know! Spicy. Like a kebab..Fuck, you should try it." He got hungry by just thinking about it. It's been months since he ate anything he actually likes (aside from a few times he was forced to make fries.), maybe that's for the better. His diet before cataclysm depended mostly on street food and whatever Dima ocassionally made him to eat.
"Anyway-I really doubt that you don't remember what happened there."
“…I don’t remember.”
[Wasp simply said, still staring at the ceiling before slowly trailing his eyes to look at Arkadij.]
“I don’t wanna talk about the forest anymore.”
"Mhm, mhm..riiiiight..Okay, so I'm just gonna think that you got high and ten casually cut off the guy's head." Arkadij just shrugs and lays down next to him.
"Then what do you want to talk about, hmm? If forest is such a taboo topic for you."
“Bee.”
[Wasp simply said.]
“..there’s clearly more to him than just some drinking Buddy you cuddle with. I can tell, Arkadij. Go on, dont hesitate..”
[Wasp murmured, warmly smiling as his expression got softer.]
That sudden change of his tone of voice. Something was clearly wrong about this guy, even though he had no idea what is it, Wasp was definitely too interested in Bee for whatever reason. He's possibly the same kind of a sadistic freak as Boris..Fuck, Bee is some magnet for such people!
"Fuck, you're too curious about a guy who just looks like you!" He chuckles while looking straight into Wasp's eyes with a wide smile on his face. "Why?"
“…it’s not every day— well, this is the first time I for mistaken for someone. Wouldn’t you too he curious about someone if you were mistaken as them?”
"No" He said that without hesitation. Actually, why would he even care about it?
"Ehh, what exactly do you want to know about him?"
“Well, I’m a very curious person, Arkadij.. if there is someone out there, that looks and sounds like me.. then this is mother natures calling. Please, tell me more about Bee.”
"No" He just looks up at the ceiling, not planning to tell him anything about Bee.
"I don't wanna talk about Bee anymore!!" He said in a mocking tone of voice. "See? You don't want to talk about the forest and I don't want to talk about him. Change the topic..fuck, even ask me about someone else!"
Arkadij rushed through the forest as he felt that the heat is getting unbearable. If he doesn't find a place to hide away from it, he might burn..Ugh, where that damn cave even was? That would be a good spot to at least stay inside.
Then he spotted a camper nearby, without much thought he ran in it's direction and immidietaly rushed inside. He fell to his knees after closing the door, his breath was heavy..He's safe now.
He turned around and spotted someone there..was it...BEE!?
"..Fuck..." He rised an eyebrow. "For fucks sake..I wasn't at that building for a few hours and he got you?!" Arkadij could immidietaly tell that this guy before him is a visitor, just felt it in his bones. So, it seems like Boris got Bee and he turned into a visitor..He didn't seen any other explaination. "Bee..I get everything but SERIOUSLY?! Where the fuck did you got a camper fdom and why you're a-..jesus fuckin' christ.." He pointed at "Bee". "..You look like you just got back from a fuckin' Woodstock festival or something! Why are you a hippie?!"
This view immidietaly made him forget about the pain he's experiencing or the bleeding wounds. He's shocked.
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[“Bee” blinked, slightly surprised as he rose his eyebrows. He suddenly chuckled— much more warmer and friendlier than Bee’s actual chuckle. He knelt down, being face to face with Arkadij.]
“..Oh, do I look like someone you know? Perhaps a lover?.. a friend?.. please, do tell.”
[“Bee” asked, having a sweet smile on his face. He tilted his head slightly, his dangling piercings swaying the direction his head was tilted at. He was making direct eye contact with Arkadij, unblinking as he tilted his head back up straight.]
That chuckle didn't sounded like Bee at all, not to even mention the way this guy acts. That man was also a bit creepy..
"You're not him.." He muttered, staring into his eyes. Not sure if he should be happy that Bee is probably fine or should feel weird about the fact that his 'friend' has some weird clone..Maybe Bee has a twin. Time to check. "Wo..Wie..heiß..du..sie..kurwen machen..? Ugh, fuck it! Who are you?" He doesn't know German, just heard some random basic phrases but doesn't remember much of it.
“My name is Wasp.”
[“Bee”— no, Wasp said. He slowly stood up and walked over to where a cabinet, slowly opening it as he rummaged through it.]
“…This is my first time hearing about this ‘Bee’ guy, hm.. anyway… would you like to sit down on the chair or would you rather sit down on the rug outside? So Mother Nature can take course and witness your pain so she can help you?”
[Wasp kindly offered, pulling out a small med-kit. He turned to look at Arkadij, still having that smile on his face.]
“Truly, it’s up to you whether or not you wanna be patched up by me or not. I’m just a bystander that got involved in.. whatever happened to you.”
"Haha! Believe or not but I don't think that I can sit now!" He let out a forced laugh. "Ugh..Not thanks, I will stay here."
He sighs, this guy is weird as hell but at least tries to help and owns a first aid kit. Does he have any other option now? The sun is gonna burn him as soon as he walks outside. Oh well, he's forced to stay with him for one day.
"I guess that you can patch me up, 'Wasp"..? That's a name of one band." He smirked and showed Wasp his bleeding hands, letting him take care of that.
“Oh! What type of band is it?”
[Wasp asks, raising an eyebrow as he sat down beside Arkadij. He opened the medkit and grabbed a small container. Wasp soon gently placed Arkadij’s hands in his lap before opening the container and scooped something out.]
[It seemed to be some kind of clay. Wasp gently placed it on the wounds and began to massage the clay into it.]
"It's a..- The hell are you doing?" He looked down at the clay Wasp is massaging into his wounds. It did hurt a tiny bit but wasn't that bad.
“It’s Kaolinite clay! It helps speed up blood clotting, very useful when it comes to severe bleeding.”
[Wasp said, basically beaming as he chuckled.]
“I don’t like using hydrogen peroxide.. in my eyes, it doesn’t help the human body when the body is meant to be healed by nature. Which! I use the clay as a replacement.”
[He hummed, taking some gauze and began to gently wrap Arkadij’s hands.]
"Mhm..mhmm..Let's hope that your alt-med stuff won't kill me and actually help" He shrugs, not so sure if what Wasp is doing gonna actually help but hey, at least he bandaged it.
"Heh, funny thing! You actually have a lot of work to do if you want to patch me up." He looked down at his stomach and thighs.. fuck, there's one glass shard stuck in his left thigh.
“Oh! I knew saving those extra clays would help! This may take a while.. stay still, alright? I’ll make sure I’ll get every wound.”
[Wasp said, he lightly patted his lap, signaling for Arkadij to lay down on it.]
“I’ll be able to get the clay in better if you lay down.”
[Wasp explained, waiting patiently.]
He done it without hesitation, just layed down on his lap..Something in this guy's voice was weirdly calming and relaxing, almost familiar.
Also Wasp'a lap was suprisingly comfortable to lay on so he doesn't complain.
[Wasp began humming— some song from the Beatles, most likely. He lifted Arkadij’s top a bit before taking a bit more of the clay and began to massage it into the wounds.]
He simply just watches whatever Wasp is doing, listening to his humming before finally deciding to say something. "Eh..You're not gonna ask who I am or what happened to me?" He rolls his eyes, that's quite weird that Wasp started patching him up without asking any questions which a normal person would ask after an injured guy just stormed into their house out of nowhere.
“Mh… not really. I do want your name!”
[Wasp said, shrugging as he began to place bandages on the wounds.]
“I’m not gonna ask on what happened.. what’s your business.”
If he doesn't want to ask then he won't tell him. It's a long story anyway and just thinking about it kinda pisses him off.
"I'm Arkadij" He introduced himself while watching Wasp bandaging him. "Soo.." He had no idea to keep the conversation going but it was a bit awkward to just sit here in silence. "Cool camper.." He looked around.
“Awh! Thanks! I worked hard on the interior. Real comfy, Y’know? Always like a huge amount of blankets on my bed..”
[Wasp explained, gesturing over to the hidden bed behind the beaded curtain. He slowly observed the bandages, making sure he covered the wounds.]
"Yeah, really comfy and colorful.. and such" Arkadij shrugs, the camper did looked comfortable but Wasp's decoration choice was not his taste. It's just too colorful. Oh well, but he can't complain since he's forced to stay here until the sun goes down anyway. Not to even mention that he still needs to get patched up and probably rest before leaving.
He tried to pull out the glass shard from his thight, hissed in pain and gave up after it cut his finger tips. He should leave it to Wasp..
[Wasp pouted, tsk-ing as he carefully took out the shard from Arkadij’s thigh.]
“Ark, you should’ve left it alone..”
[Wasp lightly scolded, observing the wound.]
“…this one is gonna need French green clay.. it works better.”
He rised an eyebrow after Wasp said that nickname in a slightly different tone of voice..Strange but he won't comment about it. Too many weird things been happening and already happened before. Nothing surprises him at this point, it bores him.
"..What's even the difference between that clay and this one you used?" For him, clay is clay.
“French green clay promotes muscle regrowth! Since the glass probably tore some muscle.. and the one I used makes blood clotting faster!”
[Wasp explained, he hummed and rummaged through the small medkit, trying to find the clay.]
"Mhm..I hope that it's gonna work." Arkadij watched Wasp who was trying to find the clay he just talked about.
“Usually does!”
[Wasp said, he pulled out the container and looked at Arkadij’s thigh. He lightly ripped the fabric around the wound before rubbing the clay on it.]
“…tell me about this Bee guy. Seems like you know him well enough to be concerned.”
Arkadij looked down at his thights, more precisely at his now even more ripped pants. "..For fucks sake, you could just tell me to take them off." He sighs, watching as Wasp is rubbing the clay against his wounds. "Ehh, well, hope that you can borrow me yours or know how to sew! I'm not gonna walk around in ripped clothes.." Arkadij rolls his eyes.
"Why are you so curious about him, hm?"
“Mh. Can a man not be curious? You were calling me him and acting like I was him when you came in.. how can I not be curious, Ark?”
[Wasp asked, chuckling as he glanced up— making brief eye contact for a bit before looking back down at the wound.]
“..don’t worry, I can stitch. Figured you didn’t want to take your pants off in front of a stranger you just met.”
Arkadij sighs, can't believe that this guy is more curious about Bee than about why a wounded stranger stormed into his camper. "Alright, alright.."
He thinks what he can tell Wasp about Bee and then smirks after a moment. "Heh, he's a guy with who I get drunk and get clingy with afterwards! Need to know anything else?"
He chuckled while watching Wasp taking care of his wounds, taking a closer look at his face. "You guys look like twins, must admit"
“Hm.. twins? That’s… I’ll take that as a compliment, seeing how much you adore him.”
[Wasp murmured, getting the last bit of the wounds covered in clay before carefully bandaging it.]
“…You drink with him.. Sounds like ab alcoholic, not my exact taste in people but.. I won’t judge!”
"Nah, Bee's not an alcoholic..He just likes to drink, ya know? Heh, besides, what else people can do during the damn cataclysm to relax for once?" He shrugs, almost felt attacked by alcoholism accusations. After all, Arkadij pretty much drank as much as Bee does..Sometimes even more.
"..Don't answear that question, I already know what you're about to say hippie guy."
“…a lot of things! Bathe in a river, plant a flower, go in the forest, feed a squirrel…”
[Wasp began to list things, smiling happily as he did.]
“Oh! Sometimes even scavenging around an abandoned shack in the forest to see what you can find! Real fun!.. can’t remember what I found last time though.. dirty enough for me to wash off but I wasn’t as hungry anymore.”
"..Mhmmm..I get it.." He didn't seemed to be interested in whatever Wasp suggested as an alternative to drinking. Also compleately ignored the last part.
"I'm surprised that you didn't mentioned smoking weed..Haha, no offense but you look like someone who would!"
“No! Hurts my lungs.. which also hurts Mother Nature! The lungs resembles branches of trees, trees gives us oxygen.. the lungs help us breathe oxygen.. besides! I don’t see the point in smoking. It’s a nasty thing..”
"Well, your choice I guess" He rolls his eyes, this guy didn't had to start that whole mother nature blah blah blah talk just to say that he doesn't smoke at all. Obviously, he gets that some people just don't smoke because they don't like it or simply cannot due to health issues, like asthma.
Ehh, he starts to think about him again. This day is shitty in general, why his own thoughts must make him feel even worse?
"Ugh, can I at least smoke here?-" He starts searching his pockets. Fuck! He dropped a pack somewhere, probably when he was running away. "Nevermind."
“I would say just be near the window, but.. again! No cigarettes on you, hm?”
[Wasp murmured, he glanced around and patted Arkadij’s thigh.]
“…you could always play with my hair if you’re stressed! Oh! Or I can show you how to make leather cord bracelets!”
"..Eh, no thanks" He looks around, about to ask if Wasp perhaps has some cigarettes yet the answear is rather obvious..
After a moment of silence, Arkadij gets up a bit and pats Wasp's hair..It's quite weird in touch.
[Wasp hummed, he closed his eyes and gently grabbed Arkadij’s wrists, making sure his hands stayed in his hair.]
“It’s been a while since someone touched my hair..”
"Mhm.." He rised an eyebrow, looking a bit disgusted for some reason. But his hand stayed in place, not even trying to pull his hand away from Wasp's grip.
"Soo..Eh, you gonna tell me now about how cataclysm fucked up your life or..?"
“Oh! Can’t remember much.. either banged my head a bit too hard or my memory just got bad.. all I remember is walking out of the forest! I was wet.. probably came out of the lake.. or something.”
"..You drowned, didn't you?" This makes sense..That man probably got already infected with the parasite before that and then just 'died' by drowning in the lake.
"Fuck, what a lame death.. " Arkadij rolls his eyes.
“No! No.. I don’t remember what I was covered in… I just assumed water. But I think I would have had trouble breathing if I drowned, yeah?”
"Who know?" Arkadij shrugs.
Damn, he really needs to smoke..Instead, he caressed through Wasp's hair a bit more.
[Wasp hummed, closing his eyes as he leaned into the touch a bit; visibly relaxing his shoulders.]
“…anyone ever told you that you’re good at this?”
"..Hmm, yes actually" Arkadij chuckled as he continues.
“Real talented with your hands.. almost makes me sleepy, Y’know?.. just wanna go outside, lay on the carpet.. Incense burning.. and just sleep.”
"..Mhm, so cigarette smoke is bad but incense apparently smells aaabsolutely great to you.." He doesn't like that smell, no matter what incense scent someone uses it always stinks like a burnt stick to him. Scented candles are a much better option anyway...
Arkadij smiled anyway because of the complement, he likes to hear those. It's pretty much just stroking his ego no matter who says it.
"Outside..? Like- right now? Fuck, you want to burn or something..? That's kinda fucked up, don't you think?"
[Wasp giggled, he shrugged and carefully got up, resting Arkadij against the camper wall before heading outside. He stood out on the middle of the outside rug, having the sun bathe him in light.]
“You should try it sometime! It relaxes the soul.. it’s always good to get ten minutes of unfiltered light, Y’know! We’re like plants..”
"..." He stared at Wasp in disbelief...How's it even possible that he's not burning? Arkadij covers his eyes and moves away from it, it's too bright. Not to even mention the sudden wave of heat hitting his face, it felt like opening a heated oven after baking. Are visitors immune to burning by the sun? He's not so sure about it and doesn't plan to find out.
"Mhmm.. fuckin' wonderful, flower boy. How about you go on a walk to photosynthesize or whatever while I stay here and try to recover.." He tries to move away from the door even futher while still covering his eyes duo to the brightness. "Also close those damn doors for fucks sake!"
As soon as Wasp leaves, Arkadij plans to pull out the bullet by himself. This thing seriously starts to be a pain in the ass..literally.
[Wasp claws the door, giggling as he walked off, humming some song under his breath..]
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[It was a couple of hours before Wasp came back. He seemed a little detached now, blankly staring ahead as he closed the door behind him. He carried a small cloth basket— well, sticks arranged enough to hold cloth. He blinked, staring at Arkadij before smiling.]
“Sorry it took me a bit! Just.. had a small detour. Anyways! Found some berries that can help!”
[Wasp said, holding the basket out. It had some red liquid staining the cloth and dripping on the floor. Too dark of a red to be berries. The smell was rusty too, but wasp didnt seem to notice. Or he didn’t bother to.]
[He placed the basket on counter, wandering over to rummage through the cabinet.]
Arkadij spent that time pulling out the bullet and patching himself up afterwards. Oh well, Wasp probably wouldn't mind that he used things from his first aid kit..Also borrowed clean pants from Wasp's closed without asking. Surprisingly they fit him and even found black ones among more colorful clothes Wasp owns.
Currently Arkadij was laying on Wasp's bed, having troubles with falling asleep. When Wasp returned, he looked in his direction as the familiar rusty scent of blood immidietaly hit his nostrils. "Heh, you're finally back, hm? With a dinner for me" Arkadij grinned as he stared at the basket. He was in fact, hungry after everything he had experienced today, who wouldn't be?
"Just tell me that there's something besides damn berries inside..Don't even try to lie, I can smell that there's a blood on it." He pointed at the basket and then chuckled afterwards. Seems like he's in a better mood. "Haha, you spent so long just to make a basket? Damn.."
[Wasp blinked, staring at the basket.]
“…I don’t remember getting any body part.”
[Wasp murmured; having a blank expression. He stayed like that for a bit before shaking out of it.]
“Oh! You can eat it if you wanna! If it gets your strength up.. just not on my bed, I made it not too long ago!”
[Wasp offered cheerfully.]
"Well, too late! I probably messed it up a bit anyway!" He grins before getting up from Wasp's bed. Well, apparently he bandaged himself well and didn't left any clay on the pants or sheets.
Arkadij opens the basket...
(SMALL TW FOR ANYONE READING THIS!)
"Mhm...I get it. They're always too loud." He shrugs, doesn't seem to care. He can eat? Then why does it even matter if that person screamed or not. Also, he seen similar or worse cases of someone being torn apart by a visitor.
"Heh, you surprise me! So gentle looking, with flowers patterns and stuff yet so violent! You kinda remind me of.." He went quiet, no need to mention him to some random weird guy he just met or think about it. "Nevermind, just take it as a complement the fact that I'm impressed!" He forced a grin on his face. After that he pulled up the body part from the basket, time for dinner.
[Wasp didnt even ask who he reminded Arkadij of this time. He only hummed, smiling emptily up the the roof of the camper with a small sigh, eyes tracing over patterns on the curtains hanging on the ceiling.]
“..just clean up after, yeah?”
(//Also a small TW..He's eating it)
"Mhm..mm..yep, I will clean up." He continues eating, pretty loudly and already messed up himself with blood..He finished it quickly, definitely was hungry.
Only skull was left, Arkasij didn't really bother to go further and open it up. Brain carries diseases or something and he doesn't want to find out if visitors are immune to it or not.
He messily cleans his mouth with a sleeve of his hoodie and turns around in Wasp's direction. "Well, the rest is yours!"
“…I’ll use the skull to fertilize plants.. bone marrow is good fertilizer.”
[Wasp murmured, still starting up at the ceiling.]
Arkadij shrugs, doesn't care what Wasp gonna do with it in the end. "Tss, do whatever you want with it, I guess! Your skull, not mine." He carelessly threw it back into the basket.
He approched the bed and sat down on it, looking down at Wasp. "What the fuck happened at that walk anyway? I mean, you seem not in mood..Heh, too much photosynthesis, flower boy?"
“Oh! Can’t remember! Always can’t remember when I leave the forest.. but it would be nice to photosynthesize, imaging not needing to eat and only relying on sun and water..”
"...Flavourless life, that's what I can tell you." Arkadij's too realistic even when it comes to such abstract concepts. "Relying on 'sun and water'..Ehh, where's the flavour? Something..you know! Spicy. Like a kebab..Fuck, you should try it." He got hungry by just thinking about it. It's been months since he ate anything he actually likes (aside from a few times he was forced to make fries.), maybe that's for the better. His diet before cataclysm depended mostly on street food and whatever Dima ocassionally made him to eat.
"Anyway-I really doubt that you don't remember what happened there."
“…I don’t remember.”
[Wasp simply said, still staring at the ceiling before slowly trailing his eyes to look at Arkadij.]
“I don’t wanna talk about the forest anymore.”
"Mhm, mhm..riiiiight..Okay, so I'm just gonna think that you got high and ten casually cut off the guy's head." Arkadij just shrugs and lays down next to him.
"Then what do you want to talk about, hmm? If forest is such a taboo topic for you."
“Bee.”
[Wasp simply said.]
“..there’s clearly more to him than just some drinking Buddy you cuddle with. I can tell, Arkadij. Go on, dont hesitate..”
[Wasp murmured, warmly smiling as his expression got softer.]
That sudden change of his tone of voice. Something was clearly wrong about this guy, even though he had no idea what is it, Wasp was definitely too interested in Bee for whatever reason. He's possibly the same kind of a sadistic freak as Boris..Fuck, Bee is some magnet for such people!
"Fuck, you're too curious about a guy who just looks like you!" He chuckles while looking straight into Wasp's eyes with a wide smile on his face. "Why?"
“…it’s not every day— well, this is the first time I for mistaken for someone. Wouldn’t you too he curious about someone if you were mistaken as them?”
"No" He said that without hesitation. Actually, why would he even care about it?
"Ehh, what exactly do you want to know about him?"
Arkadij rushed through the forest as he felt that the heat is getting unbearable. If he doesn't find a place to hide away from it, he might burn..Ugh, where that damn cave even was? That would be a good spot to at least stay inside.
Then he spotted a camper nearby, without much thought he ran in it's direction and immidietaly rushed inside. He fell to his knees after closing the door, his breath was heavy..He's safe now.
He turned around and spotted someone there..was it...BEE!?
"..Fuck..." He rised an eyebrow. "For fucks sake..I wasn't at that building for a few hours and he got you?!" Arkadij could immidietaly tell that this guy before him is a visitor, just felt it in his bones. So, it seems like Boris got Bee and he turned into a visitor..He didn't seen any other explaination. "Bee..I get everything but SERIOUSLY?! Where the fuck did you got a camper fdom and why you're a-..jesus fuckin' christ.." He pointed at "Bee". "..You look like you just got back from a fuckin' Woodstock festival or something! Why are you a hippie?!"
This view immidietaly made him forget about the pain he's experiencing or the bleeding wounds. He's shocked.
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[“Bee” blinked, slightly surprised as he rose his eyebrows. He suddenly chuckled— much more warmer and friendlier than Bee’s actual chuckle. He knelt down, being face to face with Arkadij.]
“..Oh, do I look like someone you know? Perhaps a lover?.. a friend?.. please, do tell.”
[“Bee” asked, having a sweet smile on his face. He tilted his head slightly, his dangling piercings swaying the direction his head was tilted at. He was making direct eye contact with Arkadij, unblinking as he tilted his head back up straight.]
That chuckle didn't sounded like Bee at all, not to even mention the way this guy acts. That man was also a bit creepy..
"You're not him.." He muttered, staring into his eyes. Not sure if he should be happy that Bee is probably fine or should feel weird about the fact that his 'friend' has some weird clone..Maybe Bee has a twin. Time to check. "Wo..Wie..heiß..du..sie..kurwen machen..? Ugh, fuck it! Who are you?" He doesn't know German, just heard some random basic phrases but doesn't remember much of it.
“My name is Wasp.”
[“Bee”— no, Wasp said. He slowly stood up and walked over to where a cabinet, slowly opening it as he rummaged through it.]
“…This is my first time hearing about this ‘Bee’ guy, hm.. anyway… would you like to sit down on the chair or would you rather sit down on the rug outside? So Mother Nature can take course and witness your pain so she can help you?”
[Wasp kindly offered, pulling out a small med-kit. He turned to look at Arkadij, still having that smile on his face.]
“Truly, it’s up to you whether or not you wanna be patched up by me or not. I’m just a bystander that got involved in.. whatever happened to you.”
"Haha! Believe or not but I don't think that I can sit now!" He let out a forced laugh. "Ugh..Not thanks, I will stay here."
He sighs, this guy is weird as hell but at least tries to help and owns a first aid kit. Does he have any other option now? The sun is gonna burn him as soon as he walks outside. Oh well, he's forced to stay with him for one day.
"I guess that you can patch me up, 'Wasp"..? That's a name of one band." He smirked and showed Wasp his bleeding hands, letting him take care of that.
“Oh! What type of band is it?”
[Wasp asks, raising an eyebrow as he sat down beside Arkadij. He opened the medkit and grabbed a small container. Wasp soon gently placed Arkadij’s hands in his lap before opening the container and scooped something out.]
[It seemed to be some kind of clay. Wasp gently placed it on the wounds and began to massage the clay into it.]
"It's a..- The hell are you doing?" He looked down at the clay Wasp is massaging into his wounds. It did hurt a tiny bit but wasn't that bad.
“It’s Kaolinite clay! It helps speed up blood clotting, very useful when it comes to severe bleeding.”
[Wasp said, basically beaming as he chuckled.]
“I don’t like using hydrogen peroxide.. in my eyes, it doesn’t help the human body when the body is meant to be healed by nature. Which! I use the clay as a replacement.”
[He hummed, taking some gauze and began to gently wrap Arkadij’s hands.]
"Mhm..mhmm..Let's hope that your alt-med stuff won't kill me and actually help" He shrugs, not so sure if what Wasp is doing gonna actually help but hey, at least he bandaged it.
"Heh, funny thing! You actually have a lot of work to do if you want to patch me up." He looked down at his stomach and thighs.. fuck, there's one glass shard stuck in his left thigh.
“Oh! I knew saving those extra clays would help! This may take a while.. stay still, alright? I’ll make sure I’ll get every wound.”
[Wasp said, he lightly patted his lap, signaling for Arkadij to lay down on it.]
“I’ll be able to get the clay in better if you lay down.”
[Wasp explained, waiting patiently.]
He done it without hesitation, just layed down on his lap..Something in this guy's voice was weirdly calming and relaxing, almost familiar.
Also Wasp'a lap was suprisingly comfortable to lay on so he doesn't complain.
[Wasp began humming— some song from the Beatles, most likely. He lifted Arkadij’s top a bit before taking a bit more of the clay and began to massage it into the wounds.]
He simply just watches whatever Wasp is doing, listening to his humming before finally deciding to say something. "Eh..You're not gonna ask who I am or what happened to me?" He rolls his eyes, that's quite weird that Wasp started patching him up without asking any questions which a normal person would ask after an injured guy just stormed into their house out of nowhere.
“Mh… not really. I do want your name!”
[Wasp said, shrugging as he began to place bandages on the wounds.]
“I’m not gonna ask on what happened.. what’s your business.”
If he doesn't want to ask then he won't tell him. It's a long story anyway and just thinking about it kinda pisses him off.
"I'm Arkadij" He introduced himself while watching Wasp bandaging him. "Soo.." He had no idea to keep the conversation going but it was a bit awkward to just sit here in silence. "Cool camper.." He looked around.
“Awh! Thanks! I worked hard on the interior. Real comfy, Y’know? Always like a huge amount of blankets on my bed..”
[Wasp explained, gesturing over to the hidden bed behind the beaded curtain. He slowly observed the bandages, making sure he covered the wounds.]
"Yeah, really comfy and colorful.. and such" Arkadij shrugs, the camper did looked comfortable but Wasp's decoration choice was not his taste. It's just too colorful. Oh well, but he can't complain since he's forced to stay here until the sun goes down anyway. Not to even mention that he still needs to get patched up and probably rest before leaving.
He tried to pull out the glass shard from his thight, hissed in pain and gave up after it cut his finger tips. He should leave it to Wasp..
[Wasp pouted, tsk-ing as he carefully took out the shard from Arkadij’s thigh.]
“Ark, you should’ve left it alone..”
[Wasp lightly scolded, observing the wound.]
“…this one is gonna need French green clay.. it works better.”
He rised an eyebrow after Wasp said that nickname in a slightly different tone of voice..Strange but he won't comment about it. Too many weird things been happening and already happened before. Nothing surprises him at this point, it bores him.
"..What's even the difference between that clay and this one you used?" For him, clay is clay.
“French green clay promotes muscle regrowth! Since the glass probably tore some muscle.. and the one I used makes blood clotting faster!”
[Wasp explained, he hummed and rummaged through the small medkit, trying to find the clay.]
"Mhm..I hope that it's gonna work." Arkadij watched Wasp who was trying to find the clay he just talked about.
“Usually does!”
[Wasp said, he pulled out the container and looked at Arkadij’s thigh. He lightly ripped the fabric around the wound before rubbing the clay on it.]
“…tell me about this Bee guy. Seems like you know him well enough to be concerned.”
Arkadij looked down at his thights, more precisely at his now even more ripped pants. "..For fucks sake, you could just tell me to take them off." He sighs, watching as Wasp is rubbing the clay against his wounds. "Ehh, well, hope that you can borrow me yours or know how to sew! I'm not gonna walk around in ripped clothes.." Arkadij rolls his eyes.
"Why are you so curious about him, hm?"
“Mh. Can a man not be curious? You were calling me him and acting like I was him when you came in.. how can I not be curious, Ark?”
[Wasp asked, chuckling as he glanced up— making brief eye contact for a bit before looking back down at the wound.]
“..don’t worry, I can stitch. Figured you didn’t want to take your pants off in front of a stranger you just met.”
Arkadij sighs, can't believe that this guy is more curious about Bee than about why a wounded stranger stormed into his camper. "Alright, alright.."
He thinks what he can tell Wasp about Bee and then smirks after a moment. "Heh, he's a guy with who I get drunk and get clingy with afterwards! Need to know anything else?"
He chuckled while watching Wasp taking care of his wounds, taking a closer look at his face. "You guys look like twins, must admit"
“Hm.. twins? That’s… I’ll take that as a compliment, seeing how much you adore him.”
[Wasp murmured, getting the last bit of the wounds covered in clay before carefully bandaging it.]
“…You drink with him.. Sounds like ab alcoholic, not my exact taste in people but.. I won’t judge!”
"Nah, Bee's not an alcoholic..He just likes to drink, ya know? Heh, besides, what else people can do during the damn cataclysm to relax for once?" He shrugs, almost felt attacked by alcoholism accusations. After all, Arkadij pretty much drank as much as Bee does..Sometimes even more.
"..Don't answear that question, I already know what you're about to say hippie guy."
“…a lot of things! Bathe in a river, plant a flower, go in the forest, feed a squirrel…”
[Wasp began to list things, smiling happily as he did.]
“Oh! Sometimes even scavenging around an abandoned shack in the forest to see what you can find! Real fun!.. can’t remember what I found last time though.. dirty enough for me to wash off but I wasn’t as hungry anymore.”
"..Mhmmm..I get it.." He didn't seemed to be interested in whatever Wasp suggested as an alternative to drinking. Also compleately ignored the last part.
"I'm surprised that you didn't mentioned smoking weed..Haha, no offense but you look like someone who would!"
“No! Hurts my lungs.. which also hurts Mother Nature! The lungs resembles branches of trees, trees gives us oxygen.. the lungs help us breathe oxygen.. besides! I don’t see the point in smoking. It’s a nasty thing..”
"Well, your choice I guess" He rolls his eyes, this guy didn't had to start that whole mother nature blah blah blah talk just to say that he doesn't smoke at all. Obviously, he gets that some people just don't smoke because they don't like it or simply cannot due to health issues, like asthma.
Ehh, he starts to think about him again. This day is shitty in general, why his own thoughts must make him feel even worse?
"Ugh, can I at least smoke here?-" He starts searching his pockets. Fuck! He dropped a pack somewhere, probably when he was running away. "Nevermind."
“I would say just be near the window, but.. again! No cigarettes on you, hm?”
[Wasp murmured, he glanced around and patted Arkadij’s thigh.]
“…you could always play with my hair if you’re stressed! Oh! Or I can show you how to make leather cord bracelets!”
"..Eh, no thanks" He looks around, about to ask if Wasp perhaps has some cigarettes yet the answear is rather obvious..
After a moment of silence, Arkadij gets up a bit and pats Wasp's hair..It's quite weird in touch.
[Wasp hummed, he closed his eyes and gently grabbed Arkadij’s wrists, making sure his hands stayed in his hair.]
“It’s been a while since someone touched my hair..”
"Mhm.." He rised an eyebrow, looking a bit disgusted for some reason. But his hand stayed in place, not even trying to pull his hand away from Wasp's grip.
"Soo..Eh, you gonna tell me now about how cataclysm fucked up your life or..?"
“Oh! Can’t remember much.. either banged my head a bit too hard or my memory just got bad.. all I remember is walking out of the forest! I was wet.. probably came out of the lake.. or something.”
"..You drowned, didn't you?" This makes sense..That man probably got already infected with the parasite before that and then just 'died' by drowning in the lake.
"Fuck, what a lame death.. " Arkadij rolls his eyes.
“No! No.. I don’t remember what I was covered in… I just assumed water. But I think I would have had trouble breathing if I drowned, yeah?”
"Who know?" Arkadij shrugs.
Damn, he really needs to smoke..Instead, he caressed through Wasp's hair a bit more.
[Wasp hummed, closing his eyes as he leaned into the touch a bit; visibly relaxing his shoulders.]
“…anyone ever told you that you’re good at this?”
"..Hmm, yes actually" Arkadij chuckled as he continues.
“Real talented with your hands.. almost makes me sleepy, Y’know?.. just wanna go outside, lay on the carpet.. Incense burning.. and just sleep.”
"..Mhm, so cigarette smoke is bad but incense apparently smells aaabsolutely great to you.." He doesn't like that smell, no matter what incense scent someone uses it always stinks like a burnt stick to him. Scented candles are a much better option anyway...
Arkadij smiled anyway because of the complement, he likes to hear those. It's pretty much just stroking his ego no matter who says it.
"Outside..? Like- right now? Fuck, you want to burn or something..? That's kinda fucked up, don't you think?"
[Wasp giggled, he shrugged and carefully got up, resting Arkadij against the camper wall before heading outside. He stood out on the middle of the outside rug, having the sun bathe him in light.]
“You should try it sometime! It relaxes the soul.. it’s always good to get ten minutes of unfiltered light, Y’know! We’re like plants..”
"..." He stared at Wasp in disbelief...How's it even possible that he's not burning? Arkadij covers his eyes and moves away from it, it's too bright. Not to even mention the sudden wave of heat hitting his face, it felt like opening a heated oven after baking. Are visitors immune to burning by the sun? He's not so sure about it and doesn't plan to find out.
"Mhmm.. fuckin' wonderful, flower boy. How about you go on a walk to photosynthesize or whatever while I stay here and try to recover.." He tries to move away from the door even futher while still covering his eyes duo to the brightness. "Also close those damn doors for fucks sake!"
As soon as Wasp leaves, Arkadij plans to pull out the bullet by himself. This thing seriously starts to be a pain in the ass..literally.
[Wasp claws the door, giggling as he walked off, humming some song under his breath..]
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[It was a couple of hours before Wasp came back. He seemed a little detached now, blankly staring ahead as he closed the door behind him. He carried a small cloth basket— well, sticks arranged enough to hold cloth. He blinked, staring at Arkadij before smiling.]
“Sorry it took me a bit! Just.. had a small detour. Anyways! Found some berries that can help!”
[Wasp said, holding the basket out. It had some red liquid staining the cloth and dripping on the floor. Too dark of a red to be berries. The smell was rusty too, but wasp didnt seem to notice. Or he didn’t bother to.]
[He placed the basket on counter, wandering over to rummage through the cabinet.]
Arkadij spent that time pulling out the bullet and patching himself up afterwards. Oh well, Wasp probably wouldn't mind that he used things from his first aid kit..Also borrowed clean pants from Wasp's closed without asking. Surprisingly they fit him and even found black ones among more colorful clothes Wasp owns.
Currently Arkadij was laying on Wasp's bed, having troubles with falling asleep. When Wasp returned, he looked in his direction as the familiar rusty scent of blood immidietaly hit his nostrils. "Heh, you're finally back, hm? With a dinner for me" Arkadij grinned as he stared at the basket. He was in fact, hungry after everything he had experienced today, who wouldn't be?
"Just tell me that there's something besides damn berries inside..Don't even try to lie, I can smell that there's a blood on it." He pointed at the basket and then chuckled afterwards. Seems like he's in a better mood. "Haha, you spent so long just to make a basket? Damn.."
[Wasp blinked, staring at the basket.]
“…I don’t remember getting any body part.”
[Wasp murmured; having a blank expression. He stayed like that for a bit before shaking out of it.]
“Oh! You can eat it if you wanna! If it gets your strength up.. just not on my bed, I made it not too long ago!”
[Wasp offered cheerfully.]
"Well, too late! I probably messed it up a bit anyway!" He grins before getting up from Wasp's bed. Well, apparently he bandaged himself well and didn't left any clay on the pants or sheets.
Arkadij opens the basket...
(SMALL TW FOR ANYONE READING THIS!)
"Mhm...I get it. They're always too loud." He shrugs, doesn't seem to care. He can eat? Then why does it even matter if that person screamed or not. Also, he seen similar or worse cases of someone being torn apart by a visitor.
"Heh, you surprise me! So gentle looking, with flowers patterns and stuff yet so violent! You kinda remind me of.." He went quiet, no need to mention him to some random weird guy he just met or think about it. "Nevermind, just take it as a complement the fact that I'm impressed!" He forced a grin on his face. After that he pulled up the body part from the basket, time for dinner.
[Wasp didnt even ask who he reminded Arkadij of this time. He only hummed, smiling emptily up the the roof of the camper with a small sigh, eyes tracing over patterns on the curtains hanging on the ceiling.]
“..just clean up after, yeah?”
(//Also a small TW..He's eating it)
"Mhm..mm..yep, I will clean up." He continues eating, pretty loudly and already messed up himself with blood..He finished it quickly, definitely was hungry.
Only skull was left, Arkasij didn't really bother to go further and open it up. Brain carries diseases or something and he doesn't want to find out if visitors are immune to it or not.
He messily cleans his mouth with a sleeve of his hoodie and turns around in Wasp's direction. "Well, the rest is yours!"
“…I’ll use the skull to fertilize plants.. bone marrow is good fertilizer.”
[Wasp murmured, still starting up at the ceiling.]
Arkadij shrugs, doesn't care what Wasp gonna do with it in the end. "Tss, do whatever you want with it, I guess! Your skull, not mine." He carelessly threw it back into the basket.
He approched the bed and sat down on it, looking down at Wasp. "What the fuck happened at that walk anyway? I mean, you seem not in mood..Heh, too much photosynthesis, flower boy?"
“Oh! Can’t remember! Always can’t remember when I leave the forest.. but it would be nice to photosynthesize, imaging not needing to eat and only relying on sun and water..”
"...Flavourless life, that's what I can tell you." Arkadij's too realistic even when it comes to such abstract concepts. "Relying on 'sun and water'..Ehh, where's the flavour? Something..you know! Spicy. Like a kebab..Fuck, you should try it." He got hungry by just thinking about it. It's been months since he ate anything he actually likes (aside from a few times he was forced to make fries.), maybe that's for the better. His diet before cataclysm depended mostly on street food and whatever Dima ocassionally made him to eat.
"Anyway-I really doubt that you don't remember what happened there."
“…I don’t remember.”
[Wasp simply said, still staring at the ceiling before slowly trailing his eyes to look at Arkadij.]
“I don’t wanna talk about the forest anymore.”
"Mhm, mhm..riiiiight..Okay, so I'm just gonna think that you got high and ten casually cut off the guy's head." Arkadij just shrugs and lays down next to him.
"Then what do you want to talk about, hmm? If forest is such a taboo topic for you."
“Bee.”
[Wasp simply said.]
“..there’s clearly more to him than just some drinking Buddy you cuddle with. I can tell, Arkadij. Go on, dont hesitate..”
[Wasp murmured, warmly smiling as his expression got softer.]
That sudden change of his tone of voice. Something was clearly wrong about this guy, even though he had no idea what is it, Wasp was definitely too interested in Bee for whatever reason. He's possibly the same kind of a sadistic freak as Boris..Fuck, Bee is some magnet for such people!
"Fuck, you're too curious about a guy who just looks like you!" He chuckles while looking straight into Wasp's eyes with a wide smile on his face. "Why?"
Arkadij rushed through the forest as he felt that the heat is getting unbearable. If he doesn't find a place to hide away from it, he might burn..Ugh, where that damn cave even was? That would be a good spot to at least stay inside.
Then he spotted a camper nearby, without much thought he ran in it's direction and immidietaly rushed inside. He fell to his knees after closing the door, his breath was heavy..He's safe now.
He turned around and spotted someone there..was it...BEE!?
"..Fuck..." He rised an eyebrow. "For fucks sake..I wasn't at that building for a few hours and he got you?!" Arkadij could immidietaly tell that this guy before him is a visitor, just felt it in his bones. So, it seems like Boris got Bee and he turned into a visitor..He didn't seen any other explaination. "Bee..I get everything but SERIOUSLY?! Where the fuck did you got a camper fdom and why you're a-..jesus fuckin' christ.." He pointed at "Bee". "..You look like you just got back from a fuckin' Woodstock festival or something! Why are you a hippie?!"
This view immidietaly made him forget about the pain he's experiencing or the bleeding wounds. He's shocked.
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[“Bee” blinked, slightly surprised as he rose his eyebrows. He suddenly chuckled— much more warmer and friendlier than Bee’s actual chuckle. He knelt down, being face to face with Arkadij.]
“..Oh, do I look like someone you know? Perhaps a lover?.. a friend?.. please, do tell.”
[“Bee” asked, having a sweet smile on his face. He tilted his head slightly, his dangling piercings swaying the direction his head was tilted at. He was making direct eye contact with Arkadij, unblinking as he tilted his head back up straight.]
That chuckle didn't sounded like Bee at all, not to even mention the way this guy acts. That man was also a bit creepy..
"You're not him.." He muttered, staring into his eyes. Not sure if he should be happy that Bee is probably fine or should feel weird about the fact that his 'friend' has some weird clone..Maybe Bee has a twin. Time to check. "Wo..Wie..heiß..du..sie..kurwen machen..? Ugh, fuck it! Who are you?" He doesn't know German, just heard some random basic phrases but doesn't remember much of it.
“My name is Wasp.”
[“Bee”— no, Wasp said. He slowly stood up and walked over to where a cabinet, slowly opening it as he rummaged through it.]
“…This is my first time hearing about this ‘Bee’ guy, hm.. anyway… would you like to sit down on the chair or would you rather sit down on the rug outside? So Mother Nature can take course and witness your pain so she can help you?”
[Wasp kindly offered, pulling out a small med-kit. He turned to look at Arkadij, still having that smile on his face.]
“Truly, it’s up to you whether or not you wanna be patched up by me or not. I’m just a bystander that got involved in.. whatever happened to you.”
"Haha! Believe or not but I don't think that I can sit now!" He let out a forced laugh. "Ugh..Not thanks, I will stay here."
He sighs, this guy is weird as hell but at least tries to help and owns a first aid kit. Does he have any other option now? The sun is gonna burn him as soon as he walks outside. Oh well, he's forced to stay with him for one day.
"I guess that you can patch me up, 'Wasp"..? That's a name of one band." He smirked and showed Wasp his bleeding hands, letting him take care of that.
“Oh! What type of band is it?”
[Wasp asks, raising an eyebrow as he sat down beside Arkadij. He opened the medkit and grabbed a small container. Wasp soon gently placed Arkadij’s hands in his lap before opening the container and scooped something out.]
[It seemed to be some kind of clay. Wasp gently placed it on the wounds and began to massage the clay into it.]
"It's a..- The hell are you doing?" He looked down at the clay Wasp is massaging into his wounds. It did hurt a tiny bit but wasn't that bad.
“It’s Kaolinite clay! It helps speed up blood clotting, very useful when it comes to severe bleeding.”
[Wasp said, basically beaming as he chuckled.]
“I don’t like using hydrogen peroxide.. in my eyes, it doesn’t help the human body when the body is meant to be healed by nature. Which! I use the clay as a replacement.”
[He hummed, taking some gauze and began to gently wrap Arkadij’s hands.]
"Mhm..mhmm..Let's hope that your alt-med stuff won't kill me and actually help" He shrugs, not so sure if what Wasp is doing gonna actually help but hey, at least he bandaged it.
"Heh, funny thing! You actually have a lot of work to do if you want to patch me up." He looked down at his stomach and thighs.. fuck, there's one glass shard stuck in his left thigh.
“Oh! I knew saving those extra clays would help! This may take a while.. stay still, alright? I’ll make sure I’ll get every wound.”
[Wasp said, he lightly patted his lap, signaling for Arkadij to lay down on it.]
“I’ll be able to get the clay in better if you lay down.”
[Wasp explained, waiting patiently.]
He done it without hesitation, just layed down on his lap..Something in this guy's voice was weirdly calming and relaxing, almost familiar.
Also Wasp'a lap was suprisingly comfortable to lay on so he doesn't complain.
[Wasp began humming— some song from the Beatles, most likely. He lifted Arkadij’s top a bit before taking a bit more of the clay and began to massage it into the wounds.]
He simply just watches whatever Wasp is doing, listening to his humming before finally deciding to say something. "Eh..You're not gonna ask who I am or what happened to me?" He rolls his eyes, that's quite weird that Wasp started patching him up without asking any questions which a normal person would ask after an injured guy just stormed into their house out of nowhere.
“Mh… not really. I do want your name!”
[Wasp said, shrugging as he began to place bandages on the wounds.]
“I’m not gonna ask on what happened.. what’s your business.”
If he doesn't want to ask then he won't tell him. It's a long story anyway and just thinking about it kinda pisses him off.
"I'm Arkadij" He introduced himself while watching Wasp bandaging him. "Soo.." He had no idea to keep the conversation going but it was a bit awkward to just sit here in silence. "Cool camper.." He looked around.
“Awh! Thanks! I worked hard on the interior. Real comfy, Y’know? Always like a huge amount of blankets on my bed..”
[Wasp explained, gesturing over to the hidden bed behind the beaded curtain. He slowly observed the bandages, making sure he covered the wounds.]
"Yeah, really comfy and colorful.. and such" Arkadij shrugs, the camper did looked comfortable but Wasp's decoration choice was not his taste. It's just too colorful. Oh well, but he can't complain since he's forced to stay here until the sun goes down anyway. Not to even mention that he still needs to get patched up and probably rest before leaving.
He tried to pull out the glass shard from his thight, hissed in pain and gave up after it cut his finger tips. He should leave it to Wasp..
[Wasp pouted, tsk-ing as he carefully took out the shard from Arkadij’s thigh.]
“Ark, you should’ve left it alone..”
[Wasp lightly scolded, observing the wound.]
“…this one is gonna need French green clay.. it works better.”
He rised an eyebrow after Wasp said that nickname in a slightly different tone of voice..Strange but he won't comment about it. Too many weird things been happening and already happened before. Nothing surprises him at this point, it bores him.
"..What's even the difference between that clay and this one you used?" For him, clay is clay.
“French green clay promotes muscle regrowth! Since the glass probably tore some muscle.. and the one I used makes blood clotting faster!”
[Wasp explained, he hummed and rummaged through the small medkit, trying to find the clay.]
"Mhm..I hope that it's gonna work." Arkadij watched Wasp who was trying to find the clay he just talked about.
“Usually does!”
[Wasp said, he pulled out the container and looked at Arkadij’s thigh. He lightly ripped the fabric around the wound before rubbing the clay on it.]
“…tell me about this Bee guy. Seems like you know him well enough to be concerned.”
Arkadij looked down at his thights, more precisely at his now even more ripped pants. "..For fucks sake, you could just tell me to take them off." He sighs, watching as Wasp is rubbing the clay against his wounds. "Ehh, well, hope that you can borrow me yours or know how to sew! I'm not gonna walk around in ripped clothes.." Arkadij rolls his eyes.
"Why are you so curious about him, hm?"
“Mh. Can a man not be curious? You were calling me him and acting like I was him when you came in.. how can I not be curious, Ark?”
[Wasp asked, chuckling as he glanced up— making brief eye contact for a bit before looking back down at the wound.]
“..don’t worry, I can stitch. Figured you didn’t want to take your pants off in front of a stranger you just met.”
Arkadij sighs, can't believe that this guy is more curious about Bee than about why a wounded stranger stormed into his camper. "Alright, alright.."
He thinks what he can tell Wasp about Bee and then smirks after a moment. "Heh, he's a guy with who I get drunk and get clingy with afterwards! Need to know anything else?"
He chuckled while watching Wasp taking care of his wounds, taking a closer look at his face. "You guys look like twins, must admit"
“Hm.. twins? That’s… I’ll take that as a compliment, seeing how much you adore him.”
[Wasp murmured, getting the last bit of the wounds covered in clay before carefully bandaging it.]
“…You drink with him.. Sounds like ab alcoholic, not my exact taste in people but.. I won’t judge!”
"Nah, Bee's not an alcoholic..He just likes to drink, ya know? Heh, besides, what else people can do during the damn cataclysm to relax for once?" He shrugs, almost felt attacked by alcoholism accusations. After all, Arkadij pretty much drank as much as Bee does..Sometimes even more.
"..Don't answear that question, I already know what you're about to say hippie guy."
“…a lot of things! Bathe in a river, plant a flower, go in the forest, feed a squirrel…”
[Wasp began to list things, smiling happily as he did.]
“Oh! Sometimes even scavenging around an abandoned shack in the forest to see what you can find! Real fun!.. can’t remember what I found last time though.. dirty enough for me to wash off but I wasn’t as hungry anymore.”
"..Mhmmm..I get it.." He didn't seemed to be interested in whatever Wasp suggested as an alternative to drinking. Also compleately ignored the last part.
"I'm surprised that you didn't mentioned smoking weed..Haha, no offense but you look like someone who would!"
“No! Hurts my lungs.. which also hurts Mother Nature! The lungs resembles branches of trees, trees gives us oxygen.. the lungs help us breathe oxygen.. besides! I don’t see the point in smoking. It’s a nasty thing..”
"Well, your choice I guess" He rolls his eyes, this guy didn't had to start that whole mother nature blah blah blah talk just to say that he doesn't smoke at all. Obviously, he gets that some people just don't smoke because they don't like it or simply cannot due to health issues, like asthma.
Ehh, he starts to think about him again. This day is shitty in general, why his own thoughts must make him feel even worse?
"Ugh, can I at least smoke here?-" He starts searching his pockets. Fuck! He dropped a pack somewhere, probably when he was running away. "Nevermind."
“I would say just be near the window, but.. again! No cigarettes on you, hm?”
[Wasp murmured, he glanced around and patted Arkadij’s thigh.]
“…you could always play with my hair if you’re stressed! Oh! Or I can show you how to make leather cord bracelets!”
"..Eh, no thanks" He looks around, about to ask if Wasp perhaps has some cigarettes yet the answear is rather obvious..
After a moment of silence, Arkadij gets up a bit and pats Wasp's hair..It's quite weird in touch.
[Wasp hummed, he closed his eyes and gently grabbed Arkadij’s wrists, making sure his hands stayed in his hair.]
“It’s been a while since someone touched my hair..”
"Mhm.." He rised an eyebrow, looking a bit disgusted for some reason. But his hand stayed in place, not even trying to pull his hand away from Wasp's grip.
"Soo..Eh, you gonna tell me now about how cataclysm fucked up your life or..?"
“Oh! Can’t remember much.. either banged my head a bit too hard or my memory just got bad.. all I remember is walking out of the forest! I was wet.. probably came out of the lake.. or something.”
"..You drowned, didn't you?" This makes sense..That man probably got already infected with the parasite before that and then just 'died' by drowning in the lake.
"Fuck, what a lame death.. " Arkadij rolls his eyes.
“No! No.. I don’t remember what I was covered in… I just assumed water. But I think I would have had trouble breathing if I drowned, yeah?”
"Who know?" Arkadij shrugs.
Damn, he really needs to smoke..Instead, he caressed through Wasp's hair a bit more.
[Wasp hummed, closing his eyes as he leaned into the touch a bit; visibly relaxing his shoulders.]
“…anyone ever told you that you’re good at this?”
"..Hmm, yes actually" Arkadij chuckled as he continues.
“Real talented with your hands.. almost makes me sleepy, Y’know?.. just wanna go outside, lay on the carpet.. Incense burning.. and just sleep.”
"..Mhm, so cigarette smoke is bad but incense apparently smells aaabsolutely great to you.." He doesn't like that smell, no matter what incense scent someone uses it always stinks like a burnt stick to him. Scented candles are a much better option anyway...
Arkadij smiled anyway because of the complement, he likes to hear those. It's pretty much just stroking his ego no matter who says it.
"Outside..? Like- right now? Fuck, you want to burn or something..? That's kinda fucked up, don't you think?"
[Wasp giggled, he shrugged and carefully got up, resting Arkadij against the camper wall before heading outside. He stood out on the middle of the outside rug, having the sun bathe him in light.]
“You should try it sometime! It relaxes the soul.. it’s always good to get ten minutes of unfiltered light, Y’know! We’re like plants..”
"..." He stared at Wasp in disbelief...How's it even possible that he's not burning? Arkadij covers his eyes and moves away from it, it's too bright. Not to even mention the sudden wave of heat hitting his face, it felt like opening a heated oven after baking. Are visitors immune to burning by the sun? He's not so sure about it and doesn't plan to find out.
"Mhmm.. fuckin' wonderful, flower boy. How about you go on a walk to photosynthesize or whatever while I stay here and try to recover.." He tries to move away from the door even futher while still covering his eyes duo to the brightness. "Also close those damn doors for fucks sake!"
As soon as Wasp leaves, Arkadij plans to pull out the bullet by himself. This thing seriously starts to be a pain in the ass..literally.
[Wasp claws the door, giggling as he walked off, humming some song under his breath..]
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[It was a couple of hours before Wasp came back. He seemed a little detached now, blankly staring ahead as he closed the door behind him. He carried a small cloth basket— well, sticks arranged enough to hold cloth. He blinked, staring at Arkadij before smiling.]
“Sorry it took me a bit! Just.. had a small detour. Anyways! Found some berries that can help!”
[Wasp said, holding the basket out. It had some red liquid staining the cloth and dripping on the floor. Too dark of a red to be berries. The smell was rusty too, but wasp didnt seem to notice. Or he didn’t bother to.]
[He placed the basket on counter, wandering over to rummage through the cabinet.]
Arkadij spent that time pulling out the bullet and patching himself up afterwards. Oh well, Wasp probably wouldn't mind that he used things from his first aid kit..Also borrowed clean pants from Wasp's closed without asking. Surprisingly they fit him and even found black ones among more colorful clothes Wasp owns.
Currently Arkadij was laying on Wasp's bed, having troubles with falling asleep. When Wasp returned, he looked in his direction as the familiar rusty scent of blood immidietaly hit his nostrils. "Heh, you're finally back, hm? With a dinner for me" Arkadij grinned as he stared at the basket. He was in fact, hungry after everything he had experienced today, who wouldn't be?
"Just tell me that there's something besides damn berries inside..Don't even try to lie, I can smell that there's a blood on it." He pointed at the basket and then chuckled afterwards. Seems like he's in a better mood. "Haha, you spent so long just to make a basket? Damn.."
[Wasp blinked, staring at the basket.]
“…I don’t remember getting any body part.”
[Wasp murmured; having a blank expression. He stayed like that for a bit before shaking out of it.]
“Oh! You can eat it if you wanna! If it gets your strength up.. just not on my bed, I made it not too long ago!”
[Wasp offered cheerfully.]
"Well, too late! I probably messed it up a bit anyway!" He grins before getting up from Wasp's bed. Well, apparently he bandaged himself well and didn't left any clay on the pants or sheets.
Arkadij opens the basket...
(SMALL TW FOR ANYONE READING THIS!)
"Mhm...I get it. They're always too loud." He shrugs, doesn't seem to care. He can eat? Then why does it even matter if that person screamed or not. Also, he seen similar or worse cases of someone being torn apart by a visitor.
"Heh, you surprise me! So gentle looking, with flowers patterns and stuff yet so violent! You kinda remind me of.." He went quiet, no need to mention him to some random weird guy he just met or think about it. "Nevermind, just take it as a complement the fact that I'm impressed!" He forced a grin on his face. After that he pulled up the body part from the basket, time for dinner.
[Wasp didnt even ask who he reminded Arkadij of this time. He only hummed, smiling emptily up the the roof of the camper with a small sigh, eyes tracing over patterns on the curtains hanging on the ceiling.]
“..just clean up after, yeah?”
(//Also a small TW..He's eating it)
"Mhm..mm..yep, I will clean up." He continues eating, pretty loudly and already messed up himself with blood..He finished it quickly, definitely was hungry.
Only skull was left, Arkasij didn't really bother to go further and open it up. Brain carries diseases or something and he doesn't want to find out if visitors are immune to it or not.
He messily cleans his mouth with a sleeve of his hoodie and turns around in Wasp's direction. "Well, the rest is yours!"
“…I’ll use the skull to fertilize plants.. bone marrow is good fertilizer.”
[Wasp murmured, still starting up at the ceiling.]
Arkadij shrugs, doesn't care what Wasp gonna do with it in the end. "Tss, do whatever you want with it, I guess! Your skull, not mine." He carelessly threw it back into the basket.
He approched the bed and sat down on it, looking down at Wasp. "What the fuck happened at that walk anyway? I mean, you seem not in mood..Heh, too much photosynthesis, flower boy?"
“Oh! Can’t remember! Always can’t remember when I leave the forest.. but it would be nice to photosynthesize, imaging not needing to eat and only relying on sun and water..”
"...Flavourless life, that's what I can tell you." Arkadij's too realistic even when it comes to such abstract concepts. "Relying on 'sun and water'..Ehh, where's the flavour? Something..you know! Spicy. Like a kebab..Fuck, you should try it." He got hungry by just thinking about it. It's been months since he ate anything he actually likes (aside from a few times he was forced to make fries.), maybe that's for the better. His diet before cataclysm depended mostly on street food and whatever Dima ocassionally made him to eat.
"Anyway-I really doubt that you don't remember what happened there."
“…I don’t remember.”
[Wasp simply said, still staring at the ceiling before slowly trailing his eyes to look at Arkadij.]
“I don’t wanna talk about the forest anymore.”
"Mhm, mhm..riiiiight..Okay, so I'm just gonna think that you got high and ten casually cut off the guy's head." Arkadij just shrugs and lays down next to him.
"Then what do you want to talk about, hmm? If forest is such a taboo topic for you."
Arkadij rushed through the forest as he felt that the heat is getting unbearable. If he doesn't find a place to hide away from it, he might burn..Ugh, where that damn cave even was? That would be a good spot to at least stay inside.
Then he spotted a camper nearby, without much thought he ran in it's direction and immidietaly rushed inside. He fell to his knees after closing the door, his breath was heavy..He's safe now.
He turned around and spotted someone there..was it...BEE!?
"..Fuck..." He rised an eyebrow. "For fucks sake..I wasn't at that building for a few hours and he got you?!" Arkadij could immidietaly tell that this guy before him is a visitor, just felt it in his bones. So, it seems like Boris got Bee and he turned into a visitor..He didn't seen any other explaination. "Bee..I get everything but SERIOUSLY?! Where the fuck did you got a camper fdom and why you're a-..jesus fuckin' christ.." He pointed at "Bee". "..You look like you just got back from a fuckin' Woodstock festival or something! Why are you a hippie?!"
This view immidietaly made him forget about the pain he's experiencing or the bleeding wounds. He's shocked.
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[“Bee” blinked, slightly surprised as he rose his eyebrows. He suddenly chuckled— much more warmer and friendlier than Bee’s actual chuckle. He knelt down, being face to face with Arkadij.]
“..Oh, do I look like someone you know? Perhaps a lover?.. a friend?.. please, do tell.”
[“Bee” asked, having a sweet smile on his face. He tilted his head slightly, his dangling piercings swaying the direction his head was tilted at. He was making direct eye contact with Arkadij, unblinking as he tilted his head back up straight.]
That chuckle didn't sounded like Bee at all, not to even mention the way this guy acts. That man was also a bit creepy..
"You're not him.." He muttered, staring into his eyes. Not sure if he should be happy that Bee is probably fine or should feel weird about the fact that his 'friend' has some weird clone..Maybe Bee has a twin. Time to check. "Wo..Wie..heiß..du..sie..kurwen machen..? Ugh, fuck it! Who are you?" He doesn't know German, just heard some random basic phrases but doesn't remember much of it.
“My name is Wasp.”
[“Bee”— no, Wasp said. He slowly stood up and walked over to where a cabinet, slowly opening it as he rummaged through it.]
“…This is my first time hearing about this ‘Bee’ guy, hm.. anyway… would you like to sit down on the chair or would you rather sit down on the rug outside? So Mother Nature can take course and witness your pain so she can help you?”
[Wasp kindly offered, pulling out a small med-kit. He turned to look at Arkadij, still having that smile on his face.]
“Truly, it’s up to you whether or not you wanna be patched up by me or not. I’m just a bystander that got involved in.. whatever happened to you.”
"Haha! Believe or not but I don't think that I can sit now!" He let out a forced laugh. "Ugh..Not thanks, I will stay here."
He sighs, this guy is weird as hell but at least tries to help and owns a first aid kit. Does he have any other option now? The sun is gonna burn him as soon as he walks outside. Oh well, he's forced to stay with him for one day.
"I guess that you can patch me up, 'Wasp"..? That's a name of one band." He smirked and showed Wasp his bleeding hands, letting him take care of that.
“Oh! What type of band is it?”
[Wasp asks, raising an eyebrow as he sat down beside Arkadij. He opened the medkit and grabbed a small container. Wasp soon gently placed Arkadij’s hands in his lap before opening the container and scooped something out.]
[It seemed to be some kind of clay. Wasp gently placed it on the wounds and began to massage the clay into it.]
"It's a..- The hell are you doing?" He looked down at the clay Wasp is massaging into his wounds. It did hurt a tiny bit but wasn't that bad.
“It’s Kaolinite clay! It helps speed up blood clotting, very useful when it comes to severe bleeding.”
[Wasp said, basically beaming as he chuckled.]
“I don’t like using hydrogen peroxide.. in my eyes, it doesn’t help the human body when the body is meant to be healed by nature. Which! I use the clay as a replacement.”
[He hummed, taking some gauze and began to gently wrap Arkadij’s hands.]
"Mhm..mhmm..Let's hope that your alt-med stuff won't kill me and actually help" He shrugs, not so sure if what Wasp is doing gonna actually help but hey, at least he bandaged it.
"Heh, funny thing! You actually have a lot of work to do if you want to patch me up." He looked down at his stomach and thighs.. fuck, there's one glass shard stuck in his left thigh.
“Oh! I knew saving those extra clays would help! This may take a while.. stay still, alright? I’ll make sure I’ll get every wound.”
[Wasp said, he lightly patted his lap, signaling for Arkadij to lay down on it.]
“I’ll be able to get the clay in better if you lay down.”
[Wasp explained, waiting patiently.]
He done it without hesitation, just layed down on his lap..Something in this guy's voice was weirdly calming and relaxing, almost familiar.
Also Wasp'a lap was suprisingly comfortable to lay on so he doesn't complain.
[Wasp began humming— some song from the Beatles, most likely. He lifted Arkadij’s top a bit before taking a bit more of the clay and began to massage it into the wounds.]
He simply just watches whatever Wasp is doing, listening to his humming before finally deciding to say something. "Eh..You're not gonna ask who I am or what happened to me?" He rolls his eyes, that's quite weird that Wasp started patching him up without asking any questions which a normal person would ask after an injured guy just stormed into their house out of nowhere.
“Mh… not really. I do want your name!”
[Wasp said, shrugging as he began to place bandages on the wounds.]
“I’m not gonna ask on what happened.. what’s your business.”
If he doesn't want to ask then he won't tell him. It's a long story anyway and just thinking about it kinda pisses him off.
"I'm Arkadij" He introduced himself while watching Wasp bandaging him. "Soo.." He had no idea to keep the conversation going but it was a bit awkward to just sit here in silence. "Cool camper.." He looked around.
“Awh! Thanks! I worked hard on the interior. Real comfy, Y’know? Always like a huge amount of blankets on my bed..”
[Wasp explained, gesturing over to the hidden bed behind the beaded curtain. He slowly observed the bandages, making sure he covered the wounds.]
"Yeah, really comfy and colorful.. and such" Arkadij shrugs, the camper did looked comfortable but Wasp's decoration choice was not his taste. It's just too colorful. Oh well, but he can't complain since he's forced to stay here until the sun goes down anyway. Not to even mention that he still needs to get patched up and probably rest before leaving.
He tried to pull out the glass shard from his thight, hissed in pain and gave up after it cut his finger tips. He should leave it to Wasp..
[Wasp pouted, tsk-ing as he carefully took out the shard from Arkadij’s thigh.]
“Ark, you should’ve left it alone..”
[Wasp lightly scolded, observing the wound.]
“…this one is gonna need French green clay.. it works better.”
He rised an eyebrow after Wasp said that nickname in a slightly different tone of voice..Strange but he won't comment about it. Too many weird things been happening and already happened before. Nothing surprises him at this point, it bores him.
"..What's even the difference between that clay and this one you used?" For him, clay is clay.
“French green clay promotes muscle regrowth! Since the glass probably tore some muscle.. and the one I used makes blood clotting faster!”
[Wasp explained, he hummed and rummaged through the small medkit, trying to find the clay.]
"Mhm..I hope that it's gonna work." Arkadij watched Wasp who was trying to find the clay he just talked about.
“Usually does!”
[Wasp said, he pulled out the container and looked at Arkadij’s thigh. He lightly ripped the fabric around the wound before rubbing the clay on it.]
“…tell me about this Bee guy. Seems like you know him well enough to be concerned.”
Arkadij looked down at his thights, more precisely at his now even more ripped pants. "..For fucks sake, you could just tell me to take them off." He sighs, watching as Wasp is rubbing the clay against his wounds. "Ehh, well, hope that you can borrow me yours or know how to sew! I'm not gonna walk around in ripped clothes.." Arkadij rolls his eyes.
"Why are you so curious about him, hm?"
“Mh. Can a man not be curious? You were calling me him and acting like I was him when you came in.. how can I not be curious, Ark?”
[Wasp asked, chuckling as he glanced up— making brief eye contact for a bit before looking back down at the wound.]
“..don’t worry, I can stitch. Figured you didn’t want to take your pants off in front of a stranger you just met.”
Arkadij sighs, can't believe that this guy is more curious about Bee than about why a wounded stranger stormed into his camper. "Alright, alright.."
He thinks what he can tell Wasp about Bee and then smirks after a moment. "Heh, he's a guy with who I get drunk and get clingy with afterwards! Need to know anything else?"
He chuckled while watching Wasp taking care of his wounds, taking a closer look at his face. "You guys look like twins, must admit"
“Hm.. twins? That’s… I’ll take that as a compliment, seeing how much you adore him.”
[Wasp murmured, getting the last bit of the wounds covered in clay before carefully bandaging it.]
“…You drink with him.. Sounds like ab alcoholic, not my exact taste in people but.. I won’t judge!”
"Nah, Bee's not an alcoholic..He just likes to drink, ya know? Heh, besides, what else people can do during the damn cataclysm to relax for once?" He shrugs, almost felt attacked by alcoholism accusations. After all, Arkadij pretty much drank as much as Bee does..Sometimes even more.
"..Don't answear that question, I already know what you're about to say hippie guy."
“…a lot of things! Bathe in a river, plant a flower, go in the forest, feed a squirrel…”
[Wasp began to list things, smiling happily as he did.]
“Oh! Sometimes even scavenging around an abandoned shack in the forest to see what you can find! Real fun!.. can’t remember what I found last time though.. dirty enough for me to wash off but I wasn’t as hungry anymore.”
"..Mhmmm..I get it.." He didn't seemed to be interested in whatever Wasp suggested as an alternative to drinking. Also compleately ignored the last part.
"I'm surprised that you didn't mentioned smoking weed..Haha, no offense but you look like someone who would!"
“No! Hurts my lungs.. which also hurts Mother Nature! The lungs resembles branches of trees, trees gives us oxygen.. the lungs help us breathe oxygen.. besides! I don’t see the point in smoking. It’s a nasty thing..”
"Well, your choice I guess" He rolls his eyes, this guy didn't had to start that whole mother nature blah blah blah talk just to say that he doesn't smoke at all. Obviously, he gets that some people just don't smoke because they don't like it or simply cannot due to health issues, like asthma.
Ehh, he starts to think about him again. This day is shitty in general, why his own thoughts must make him feel even worse?
"Ugh, can I at least smoke here?-" He starts searching his pockets. Fuck! He dropped a pack somewhere, probably when he was running away. "Nevermind."
“I would say just be near the window, but.. again! No cigarettes on you, hm?”
[Wasp murmured, he glanced around and patted Arkadij’s thigh.]
“…you could always play with my hair if you’re stressed! Oh! Or I can show you how to make leather cord bracelets!”
"..Eh, no thanks" He looks around, about to ask if Wasp perhaps has some cigarettes yet the answear is rather obvious..
After a moment of silence, Arkadij gets up a bit and pats Wasp's hair..It's quite weird in touch.
[Wasp hummed, he closed his eyes and gently grabbed Arkadij’s wrists, making sure his hands stayed in his hair.]
“It’s been a while since someone touched my hair..”
"Mhm.." He rised an eyebrow, looking a bit disgusted for some reason. But his hand stayed in place, not even trying to pull his hand away from Wasp's grip.
"Soo..Eh, you gonna tell me now about how cataclysm fucked up your life or..?"
“Oh! Can’t remember much.. either banged my head a bit too hard or my memory just got bad.. all I remember is walking out of the forest! I was wet.. probably came out of the lake.. or something.”
"..You drowned, didn't you?" This makes sense..That man probably got already infected with the parasite before that and then just 'died' by drowning in the lake.
"Fuck, what a lame death.. " Arkadij rolls his eyes.
“No! No.. I don’t remember what I was covered in… I just assumed water. But I think I would have had trouble breathing if I drowned, yeah?”
"Who know?" Arkadij shrugs.
Damn, he really needs to smoke..Instead, he caressed through Wasp's hair a bit more.
[Wasp hummed, closing his eyes as he leaned into the touch a bit; visibly relaxing his shoulders.]
“…anyone ever told you that you’re good at this?”
"..Hmm, yes actually" Arkadij chuckled as he continues.
“Real talented with your hands.. almost makes me sleepy, Y’know?.. just wanna go outside, lay on the carpet.. Incense burning.. and just sleep.”
"..Mhm, so cigarette smoke is bad but incense apparently smells aaabsolutely great to you.." He doesn't like that smell, no matter what incense scent someone uses it always stinks like a burnt stick to him. Scented candles are a much better option anyway...
Arkadij smiled anyway because of the complement, he likes to hear those. It's pretty much just stroking his ego no matter who says it.
"Outside..? Like- right now? Fuck, you want to burn or something..? That's kinda fucked up, don't you think?"
[Wasp giggled, he shrugged and carefully got up, resting Arkadij against the camper wall before heading outside. He stood out on the middle of the outside rug, having the sun bathe him in light.]
“You should try it sometime! It relaxes the soul.. it’s always good to get ten minutes of unfiltered light, Y’know! We’re like plants..”
"..." He stared at Wasp in disbelief...How's it even possible that he's not burning? Arkadij covers his eyes and moves away from it, it's too bright. Not to even mention the sudden wave of heat hitting his face, it felt like opening a heated oven after baking. Are visitors immune to burning by the sun? He's not so sure about it and doesn't plan to find out.
"Mhmm.. fuckin' wonderful, flower boy. How about you go on a walk to photosynthesize or whatever while I stay here and try to recover.." He tries to move away from the door even futher while still covering his eyes duo to the brightness. "Also close those damn doors for fucks sake!"
As soon as Wasp leaves, Arkadij plans to pull out the bullet by himself. This thing seriously starts to be a pain in the ass..literally.
[Wasp claws the door, giggling as he walked off, humming some song under his breath..]
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[It was a couple of hours before Wasp came back. He seemed a little detached now, blankly staring ahead as he closed the door behind him. He carried a small cloth basket— well, sticks arranged enough to hold cloth. He blinked, staring at Arkadij before smiling.]
“Sorry it took me a bit! Just.. had a small detour. Anyways! Found some berries that can help!”
[Wasp said, holding the basket out. It had some red liquid staining the cloth and dripping on the floor. Too dark of a red to be berries. The smell was rusty too, but wasp didnt seem to notice. Or he didn’t bother to.]
[He placed the basket on counter, wandering over to rummage through the cabinet.]
Arkadij spent that time pulling out the bullet and patching himself up afterwards. Oh well, Wasp probably wouldn't mind that he used things from his first aid kit..Also borrowed clean pants from Wasp's closed without asking. Surprisingly they fit him and even found black ones among more colorful clothes Wasp owns.
Currently Arkadij was laying on Wasp's bed, having troubles with falling asleep. When Wasp returned, he looked in his direction as the familiar rusty scent of blood immidietaly hit his nostrils. "Heh, you're finally back, hm? With a dinner for me" Arkadij grinned as he stared at the basket. He was in fact, hungry after everything he had experienced today, who wouldn't be?
"Just tell me that there's something besides damn berries inside..Don't even try to lie, I can smell that there's a blood on it." He pointed at the basket and then chuckled afterwards. Seems like he's in a better mood. "Haha, you spent so long just to make a basket? Damn.."
[Wasp blinked, staring at the basket.]
“…I don’t remember getting any body part.”
[Wasp murmured; having a blank expression. He stayed like that for a bit before shaking out of it.]
“Oh! You can eat it if you wanna! If it gets your strength up.. just not on my bed, I made it not too long ago!”
[Wasp offered cheerfully.]
"Well, too late! I probably messed it up a bit anyway!" He grins before getting up from Wasp's bed. Well, apparently he bandaged himself well and didn't left any clay on the pants or sheets.
Arkadij opens the basket...
(SMALL TW FOR ANYONE READING THIS!)
"Mhm...I get it. They're always too loud." He shrugs, doesn't seem to care. He can eat? Then why does it even matter if that person screamed or not. Also, he seen similar or worse cases of someone being torn apart by a visitor.
"Heh, you surprise me! So gentle looking, with flowers patterns and stuff yet so violent! You kinda remind me of.." He went quiet, no need to mention him to some random weird guy he just met or think about it. "Nevermind, just take it as a complement the fact that I'm impressed!" He forced a grin on his face. After that he pulled up the body part from the basket, time for dinner.
[Wasp didnt even ask who he reminded Arkadij of this time. He only hummed, smiling emptily up the the roof of the camper with a small sigh, eyes tracing over patterns on the curtains hanging on the ceiling.]
“..just clean up after, yeah?”
(//Also a small TW..He's eating it)
"Mhm..mm..yep, I will clean up." He continues eating, pretty loudly and already messed up himself with blood..He finished it quickly, definitely was hungry.
Only skull was left, Arkasij didn't really bother to go further and open it up. Brain carries diseases or something and he doesn't want to find out if visitors are immune to it or not.
He messily cleans his mouth with a sleeve of his hoodie and turns around in Wasp's direction. "Well, the rest is yours!"
“…I’ll use the skull to fertilize plants.. bone marrow is good fertilizer.”
[Wasp murmured, still starting up at the ceiling.]
Arkadij shrugs, doesn't care what Wasp gonna do with it in the end. "Tss, do whatever you want with it, I guess! Your skull, not mine." He carelessly threw it back into the basket.
He approched the bed and sat down on it, looking down at Wasp. "What the fuck happened at that walk anyway? I mean, you seem not in mood..Heh, too much photosynthesis, flower boy?"
“Oh! Can’t remember! Always can’t remember when I leave the forest.. but it would be nice to photosynthesize, imaging not needing to eat and only relying on sun and water..”
"...Flavourless life, that's what I can tell you." Arkadij's too realistic even when it comes to such abstract concepts. "Relying on 'sun and water'..Ehh, where's the flavour? Something..you know! Spicy. Like a kebab..Fuck, you should try it." He got hungry by just thinking about it. It's been months since he ate anything he actually likes (aside from a few times he was forced to make fries.), maybe that's for the better. His diet before cataclysm depended mostly on street food and whatever Dima ocassionally made him to eat.
"Anyway-I really doubt that you don't remember what happened there."
- Got any spare cigarette for a poor lonely soul ?
*A lanky person with weird purple skin and even weirder black sclera approached the long haired man without a care in the world for his appearance. They looked even stranger. Tattooes. Peircings. Gauges. Green and purple hair.*
- Smoked all I had. Need my dose. Be a pal.
@radio-host-taking-calls 📻
Arkadij looked up and down at them, then stared at the tattoo on their forehead for a moment before saying anything.
"Mhm, but what am I getting in return for that?" He said with a smirk on his face. Here we go again...
- What do you wish for ?
*Arms crossed over their non-existent chest, face cold as ice, the freak looked less friendly than when they approached. That answer made them spiky and defensive.*
- I won't pay too much. But I have informations, and a good punch.
*A mean right upercut, to be precise.*
- ... And Kombucha. If you believe in the rumors.
*The mouth-to-ear held that beverage at a holy status : able to give a second chance at life and get people back from the Dead. But... Was it true ?
The shot was worth a cigarette, wasnt it ?*
"Well, that's better than nothing I guess" Arkadij shrugs, he never really tried kombucha before. At least now he has a chance to try it, just wonders if it's worth one cigarette. "Alright, then give me that" He pulls out a pack of cigarettes but waits for them to give him kombucha first.
Arkadij looks at their face, more precisely at the radio host's forehead tattoo and quietly chuckles. "Hmmm, what informations do you have?'
- The chance of a second life, I guess it's "better than nothing", yes. That homeowner seems addicted to it. If you wish to trade with him...
*They hold the jar to him. It's not even labelled. It looks mysticak, homemade by a witch of some sort. Given the modern and alien appearance of the woman, it really made the deal... One of a kind.*
- I know too much. I have to be careful with my words. But I did my job, and I did it well. Visitors, F.E.M.A, governement, corruptions and weird secrets, ask and you shall receive.
*They grimaced at the childish chuckling. Was it that funny, that tattoo ? Well, surely. Yes it was. But that was not the moment to laugh and the woman gave the young man a mean look. A dark gaze, even...*
'The chance of a second life', as if it wasn't something he already experienced, unfortunately or not. Arkadij took the jar anyway and placed it next to him, afterwards he tossed the pack of cigarettes in their direction.
He seemed to not notice their reaction to his chuckling or simply did but didn't cared about that which was the most possible option in his case.
"Well, that's a loooot of stuff if I have to be honest with you!" He grinned widely, still staring at that damn tattoo. "If it's not another dumb theory made up by tinfoil-hat-lunatics, then tell me what you know about the Visitors..Besides stuff they already said on TV." Arkadij tries to open the jar, fuck, that one is hard to open. He gave up after one attempt.
"Any interesting informations, hm?"
*The tattooed woman grumbled.*
- Stop staring at it, okay ? It's not that funny ! You're to old to laugh at that. It was meant to say "Die" but the guy who made it at that party was drunk and found the prank hilarious. Punched him for that and broke his tooth.
*She was supposed to get it covered but the apocalypse changed her plans... And now she was salty about it.
She took a deep breath, tried to inhale her barelt hidden threats back, and instead lit a cigarette. There, all better.*
- The stuff on T.V is all wrong. Visitors are not a new species from underground, they are human in origin. Dead ones. Coming back from the dead because of their unfinished business. To move the bodies, there is something else, a parasite. Mushroom or insects I still dont know but it needs human flesh to replace the deterioration of a dead body. That's why visitors kill us, they need to replace their body parts. And that's why all the "signs" have to do with decomposition. It's not reptilians, or aliens, or shape shifters. It's zombies. Of sort...
*A whole bunch of theories said with calm confidence. But even with all those informations, true or not, Host did not see the signs in front of her...*
- I theorise that the ones closer to Her, Death, in their life, become "Super-Visitors", because they have a link. Killers or suicidal people... The others are usual visitors, easier to kill. That's all I got. Satisfied ?
*No, she had many other theories. About "It" being what happens when corpses are burnt : a reaction of the parasite making the flesh transform and turn into something grotesque. Or maybe the accumulation of many visitors into one gigantic entity... But those were just ideas. Not facts.*
"Tsss..This is some bullshit!" He shrugs, looking at her like if she said something completely stupid. "Fuck, For a moment I thought that you seriously have..I don't know! Oh! Some secret goverment documents which prove that you're right..But it's the same shit that I always hear, again, just some theories. I'm disappointed..and It also bores me!"
Arkadij did knew what he is, what happened to him..A bleed out corpses with broken ribs apparently rising from the dead after getting infected by it's own killer. A supervisitors having a link to "the Death"? ..Well, Dima was in fact suicidal in the past from what he had told him, so probably Host's theory is right. But making her think that he's absolutely doubting what she says is much more fun than admitting that she's right about what the visitors really are.
"Heh, don't be too worried about 'being careful with your words' and blah blah blah, 'you know too much' or whatever you said. I doubt that they're gonna lock you up for having some fuckin' silly theories!" Arkadij grinned with amusement while looking at her.
He picked up the jar and attempted to open it..No results.