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Blue can’t help but let out a snort when Skav stumbles back over, two plastic bottles clutched in their hands. Of course, he would’ve preferred something a little stronger than [i]water[/i], but he accepts it with a murmur of thanks and takes a gulp anyway. It’s only then that he realises how parched he is, the water sliding easily down his throat, and he takes another swig before replacing the cap and setting the bottle on the ground. For a long moment, he just sits and listens to what Skav has to say, nodding along; once or twice, he even finds the audacity to smirk. If there’s an imaginary line that separated him from being a whore, he likes to think he hops back and forth over it with the ill-intentioned glee of a disobedient child. [color=bf00ff]“I am though, aren’t I? You’re being pedantic.”[/color]

[color=bf00ff]“Besides, it gets me everything I’ve ever wanted. Money, sex, drugs. What’s not to love?”[/color] He says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, but the corners of his lips quirk upward into a self-deprecating smile. There’s a long, pregnant pause before either of them speaks again, and Blue takes the opportunity to cast his gaze out the window. The repetitive [i]tap[/i], [i]tap[/i], [i]tap[/i] of fat raindrops drumming against glass, the faraway, neon blur of city lights - he’s suddenly overwhelmed by a sense of quietude, like he could fall asleep right there and then if only he just closed his eyes. Just thinking about how they could’ve died out there… well, he doesn’t feel much of anything. That paralysing fear of mortality had quickly evaporated as soon as they got into the Qrow, leaving behind nothing more than broken skin and aching bones.

Skav’s voice cuts through the silence like a hot knife through butter, instantly shattering Blue’s train of thought. He turns, however, in such a in-his-own-good-time deadpan that it must’ve been impossible to tell whether he’d heard them or not. [color=bf00ff]“M-hm. Can’t have little ol’ me actually starting to [i]mean[/i] something now, can we?”[/color] There’s not a shred of malice in his voice; instead, it’s imbued with diablerie, and a pinch of well-meaning sarcasm. He doesn’t take Skav’s comment as an insult, because he knows it wasn’t meant to be. In fact, it was probably the closest thing to a compliment he’d ever get from them. Especially when it comes to the drawling, enigmatic Skav, being nothing is oftentimes better than being something.

It isn’t long before they’re at it again, countering his questions with their own. Blue raises his hands in surrender, before shrugging and crossing his arms again. He looks abashed; stealing furtive glances at Skav every now and then from under his lashes. It’s not an act, contrary to what one might believe, he’s just [i]that[/i] uncomfortable with actually taking things seriously. Somehow, despite his best efforts to prevent it, these so-called [i]‘confessionals’[/i] with Skav always manage to smash through his indifference with a metaphorical sledgehammer. [i]Hell[/i], they might as well be huddled around a campfire, holding hands, and singing Kumbaya. Still, he feels like he has to answer - a little something to repay Skav’s honestly, if nothing else.

[color=bf00ff]“Nah, I can think of worse people to hang around.”[/color] Blue masks his uncertainty with an endearingly lopsided grin. [color=bf00ff]“The whole Jesus thing [i]is[/i] pretty fucking weird though.”[/color] As soon as the words leave his mouth, he feels a seed of curiosity germinate within him. He’d never felt the need to ask about Skav’s past, despite their strange yet easy companionship, but now that he’d put his interest into words, it seemed like most apparent course of action, right behind coming up with a coherent answer.

[color=bf00ff]“But, uh, it’s great that you listen to me, you know?”[/color] His fingers curl, gripping the corner of his t-shirt. Skav [i]listens[/i] when others merely [i]hear[/i]. Most of the time, Blue thinks no one gives a shit about what he has to say. He’s just a dealer in the eyes of the Razors, not even their best, in fact, and to his patrons, a warm place to bury their dicks. Ordinary, mediocre, dime a dozen. Perhaps it’s one of the reasons why he’s always been drawn towards Skav, like they could change him into something exceptional through the simple act of association; and if they couldn’t, well, he doesn’t have anything left to lose, does he? [color=bf00ff]“San Marzano looks better with you in it. Brighter, prettier, less like a shithole.”[/color]

Then, he lifts his head to catch Skav’s gaze, voice clear and unwavering. He almost chickens out at the last second, a tension-defusing joke at the tip of his tongue, but by the time he’s able to stop himself, it’s far too late. [color=bf00ff]“I’ve been meaning to ask…”[/color] For a second, Blue pauses, silently calculating his words. While it might’ve been hard to believe, fucking everything up was the last thing he wanted. [color=bf00ff]“Why did you come here? Why did you join the Razors?”[/color]