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WHO: Tom and Ggio
WHERE: Their apartment
WHEN: Early in the month
WARNINGS: none
SUMMARY: Doing repairs after their fight
FORMAT: action

[Tom was, thankfully, feeling more like himself again, but the damages of his little tirade still showed around their apartment. Broken items and bloody paw prints all reminded him of how close he'd come to losing control, to losing everything.

And he was tired of looking at it and being reminded of how fragile he'd been that time. He didn't have a chance to fix it sooner because of all the tentacle monsters, but now he finally could, and after stealing some tools from the maintenance guy, since there was no way he was paying for repairs again, he set to work fixing the door. He had the toolbelt hanging low on his waist, shirt off, and setting a new pane of glass into the door.]

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Then you know I can hurt you.

[Though again, while receptive, Ggio's look is serious when Tom pulls away. It was something he has often wondered about, especially since Tom attacked him in adulterated rage.]

Most don't want to die, Tom, or let someone kill them. That is not instinct.

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[And that makes Tom pull back, and finally looks at Ggio seriously, though his expression is curious and questioning.]

I guess I do... I've always known that, since the first day we met.

[And Tom wasn't sure he liked what this meant.] Are you saying that I have some kind of death wish?

Do you?

[His eyes stay locked with Tom's for a few heartbeats, and then they lower, as Ggio idly toys with the hemp of Tom's pants, since he's currently shirtless. He thinks of how to word this, without going to fetch a communicator for translation.]

Death is... not the same for arrancar. We do not live, no really, so... If we let someone eat us, then we belong to them. It more than just being a fraccion.

[His eyes raise again.]

You know?

[Tom had never thought about that until now, and... maybe he kind of did. He was the least skilled fighter back home, in his opinion, yet he was usually always the first one to jump into the fray against impossibly strong enemies. Hell, even here, he's challenged Ggio twice and fought with every fiber of his being to hurt the arrancar when even on an instinctual level, he knew Ggio could crush him without breaking a sweat. Even Ggio's presence, when unrestrained, was enough to make Tom lower his head in submission...

He really didn't know how to answer that, and the best he do was hope to deflect it.]

We're not talking about eating in the sexy way anymore, are we? [He finds that he can't make eye contact with Ggio at all. He speaks in barely above a whisper.] I'd be okay with that.

[For a few moments, Ggio doesn't move, doesn't seem to breathe.

He abruptly pulls away from Tom, stands, starts to pace. His fingers run through his hair; agitated, and more.]

You don't know what you are saying.

[Tom growls faintly, reaching into the couch for one of his cigarettes. If Ggio was suddenly going to be agitated like this, then he might as well smoke, since he'd been needing it for a while, and now especially if the conversation was going to go like this.]

Did you even think for a second that maybe I do know what I'm saying? I might be a mess when it comes to my instincts, but I'm not stupid, Ggio.

And I meant what I said.

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