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[scubatankfilledwithfarts]

The Drift is safe. It's normal, its knowing, its everything. It's silence. Or at least that's what their instructors had drilled into their overstimulated brains over and over. Badou would like to find whoever coined that mantra and shove it up their peehole.

The Drift is like waves crashing over rocks, powerful enough to erode entire mountains given a few hundred years. [and since Renji is involved with his drift.......] Its overwhelming and consuming, people forget who they are, find themselves waking up where they don't belong [or maybe they have always had more than just blood beneath their skin, iron and metal in those veins, a core of radioactivity], and its never. Fucking. Quiet.

Drifting with a[n brave, tempestuous, completely too good of a person] squishy asshole like Abarai Renji is like losing your underwear beneath the waves of the sea. Sand everywhere, you swallow a lot, and you're head over heels more often than not, squeezing your eyes to this onslaught of light.

[for someone who's had his head held down in the darkness so long, how can he be so full of this brightness]

Take now, for example. It's 5am, Badou had gotten back to their bunk about twenty minutes ago, winding through the mess of their room as quietly as can be-- and why bother? His copilot's nowhere in sight, which does all kinds of weird things to his insides. It's the meatloaf from the caff, that's all.

[if he was here he'd have to see his lax, sleeping face, the peek of his tattoos from beneath his sleepwear]

[he's not here, and he can't]

[the tension of his own muscles, knowing what he does, chest tight]

[those stupid eyes, burning and burning into him]

Predictably, as soon as he gets comfortable, shoes off, jumpsuit peeled off, head on the pillow, he gets a facetime request. Bleary eye open, he swipes to accept when he sees the familiar picture of Renji stuffing his face, and--

he's stuffing his face on cam too. Awesome. Swaying around and babbling before the sound can be picked up by the microphone. Badou isn't sure where he is, isn't sure he cares, until the other begins to speak,

"You know how perfect and great you are? DO YA? DO YA KNOW HOW? IT'S LIKE THIS PIZZA!" and sure enough, held betwix his greasy ass, big gorilla hands is a slice of pizza, probably pineapple, the nasty fuck that he is. Badou settles in, ready to use this for blackmail because Renji definitely misdialed and meant to get Rukia on the line--

"BADOU!! ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME? GET THAT HAIR OUTTA YOUR EARS!! YOU'RE SO GREAT, I'LL DROP THIS PIZZA FOR YOU! LOOK! BADOU LOOKIT HERE IT'S GONE!"

If Badou had been in some kinda anime, he'd be spitting out a drink right about now. For now, he just falls right off the bed. Are you--

"FUCKING KIDDING ME?! YOU IDIOT!"

He can't tell if this heat is rage or embarrassment or indigestion but it's definitely not love or anything. That isn't why he immediately puts shoes on to go find the fucking moron before he tosses anyone else's pizza or anything. And has nothing to do with dragging him back to their room by the wrist.

Also why he hasn't kicked this idiot off his bed yet, where he's sprawled on his side, a miserable look on his sharp features.

"What the hell's the matter now? If you barf, I'm gonna make you eat it," Badou grimaces, hands on his hips. Laundry isn't for another two weeks at least, who has the time to do chores when the world is ending.

Redfaced, Renji's glassy eyes roll over to look at him, finally, finally, and lock Badou in place.

"Wanted to show you, that's all...more'n pizza."

Can Renji get any more pathetic? Covered in sauce [they'd fought the whole way...] and flushed, on Badou's bed, smelling like Badou, rolled up in Badou's sheets--

"Fuck....roll over, will you."

Badou presses his fingers into the bridge of his nose, sighs with all of his soul, and once Renji does roll, with no smartass comments [to his gratitude and chagrin both], only then does Badou perch at the edge of the mattress, brush in hand.

"You won't remember this, so might as well. It's been lookin' shitty lately, and I know its cause you're being weird..." He can admit this, at least, fine red falling before his eyes through the fine teeth of the brush, between his fingers as he soothes down Renji's back.

His copilot's snoring in about two minutes, long enough for Badou to place his lips to the top of his head, long enough for him to Not tuck this piece of shit in.

"Pineapple on pizza is for heathens, by the way."