“Even if we didn’t meet you, I would still care!” Luka crossed his arms, trying not to yell but failing. He always cared for everyone…if even they hurt him. Luka moved so that Kas would be within eye contact of him. “I’ll always care…” he whispered.
Kas closed his eyes, turning away again. He didn't want to face Luka. "I've done nothing to deserve it. You'll only hurt yourself more. You'd be happier if you didn't know me."
“That’s not true,” Luka told him, trying to stay calm. “I’m glad I know you…you’re a strong person and I know you’re amazing…” he smiled a little. “This whole situation is just stressful on everyone…”
"You don't know me. How do you know I'm amazing? How do you know I'm strong?" Kas looked up at Luka, his gaze sharp and piercing now. "You just met me like, five minutes ago."
“You’re a lot like my sister Bean. She’s pretty strong but she also doesn’t like to admit when she needs help…” Luka laughed, trying to break tension. “That, and I just get these vibes from you,” he smiled.
(Luka, stop. You’re killing me)
Kas rolled his eyes and looked away again, fidgeting with the cap of his water bottle. Now that he wasn't so worried about his knee, he was noticing his other injuries. He felt bruises and smaller wounds littering his body, but ignored them. They weren't important, and would probably heal fine on their own. "What 'vibes'?"
“Y’know…like you tend to keep to yourself and you’re more fight than flight,” Luka smiled a little. “And fighting isn’t a bad thing. At least, not in stressful situations,” he leaned back. “I, personally, am more of a flight person but I will annihilate anyone who hurts my family so…” he laughed.
Kas sighed, running his fingers through his hair with his eyes closed. "Flight's never done me any good." He replied stiffly. "Things are done by those who do things. There's no way to fix this whole… ordeal if we just run all the time."
Luka nodded in agreement. “Only fight when you have no way to fight…that’s what my father used to say,” he sighed. He missed his parents deeply and wished he knew if they were okay.
Kas huffed and lay back down on the couch, curling up on his side. "Mhmm…" He didn't really want to talk anymore, especially not about this. Luka talking about his parents only made Kas think about his own more, and he was trying to repress those memories."
“Oh, sorry if I brought back some bad memories…” Luka quickly apologized. He didn’t want to upset Kas, after all. He took a deep breath and leaned back. “It’s just hard to forget….”
Kas nodded silently, staring blankly down at the water bottle in his hands. It felt… surreal. It was odd to be so aware of everything that was touching him, and yet his mind seemed so far away. He closed his eyes after a few seconds, curling in on himself a bit.
Luka sighed before getting up. “I’ll let you be. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call for me,” he smiled sadly before heading back to his siblings. As he left, he couldn’t help but worry about Kas. He didn’t know why exactly but…he wanted to make sure Kas stayed alive.
(Luka, I love you but pls. Stop being wholesome. I’m gonna die)
(Like I'm just not sure y'all are ready to handle this 🙄)
(Ah well)
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(Hhhhhhhhhh)
(AWWWWWWW I LOVE IT)
(Soft babies)
(Luka’s expressions are too cute)
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Tohru waited for the conversation to quiet down a bit, which gave him time to settle down underneath the dizziness that had struck him moments before.
"It's… not that deep for me," Tohru said, "Just from one human to another, I want us to survive. I just want mankind to pull through this, you know? So even helping one more stranger survive is important."
Kas glanced up at Tohru, trembling lightly. He wasn't sure how he felt about any of these people, honestly, but he thought he could trust Tohru at least. The man was honest, and he understood and took Kas's feelings into account instead of just forcing help upon him. He was willing to help without making a big show of it. "Whatever helps you sleep at night…" He mumbled weakly.
Tohru chuckled.
"Nothing helps me sleep at night. Not anymore. I haven't slept for more than like… three hours at once since um…"
He cleared his throat a bit.
"Well, we don't talk about that, but you get the idea. Going back to normal life, or knowing that someone was able to would be pretty cool. I think it'd suck if we just died out like this."
"What's the point?" He asked, his voice quiet. "We're ordinary people. There's not really anything we can do to stop all of this nonsense. Chances are, we're all going to be dead before this is even close to resolving, if it ever does."
"I'd rather die trying than lay down and let it happen. And yeah, we may be normal people, but if our living means we can maybe help someone important to a cure survive- which yeah, sounds a bit far-fetched but… Point is, something doesn't sit right with me about sitting here and taking it."
Tohru shrugged a bit.
"I won't set out to convince you or anything. That's just how I feel after everything that's happened. Actually, we haven't been together that long. Most of us met what? Yesterday? Two days ago? Mori and I about a week ago?"
He gestured to the kid sitting on the couch.
Tohru started to sit a little differently, and his head started throbbing, another wave of dizziness crashed over him, and he found his hands shaking slightly.