Kwazii opened his eyes slowly. He sat up to look at the time: 12:37 AM. "It's already past midnight?" he asked to no one. Time always goes by fast when you're sleeping. Kwazii glanced over at the plate Peso had given him earlier. He didn't eat anything, and he also didn't know what to do about that. Kwazii sat up, looking around. "Come on, get up," he muttered to himself. As he got up, Kwazii reached over to open the drawer in his nightstand. "Where is my lighter?" he mumbled, digging through the drawer looking under everything. Nothing.
Kwazii finally realized that the lighter wasn't in the drawer. He stood up and walked out of his pod. Maybe the lighters were somewhere in the HQ? Or the sick bay? Definitely not the sick bay, he couldn't trust Peso with fire. There had to be lighters in the HQ. Kwazii poked his head to take a look at the HQ surroundings. Everything was quiet and dark. He walked towards a small cabinet to see if the lighter was in there, and it was. Kwazii grabbed ahold of it and tried to turn it on. It didn't work. "What the?" Kwazii muttered, holding it closer to his body. He tried turing it on once more. Didn't work. Kwazii tried again and again, bringing the lighter closer and closer to his body with every try. And when it did light up, it almost lit his shirt on fire. Kwazii pushed the lighter away from his body, looking directly at it.
"Oi, wake up. We're committing arson," Kwazii said, pounding on the launch bay's wall. Tweak rolled over to look at Kwazii. She could tell it was him. He just stood there, his hands on his waist. "Come on, hurry up!" he said.
"Why are we committing arson?"
"Because it's fun."
Tweak sat up. "Uh, there's got to be another reason."
Kwazii shrugged. "Not really," he said, grabbing the still torn letter off Tweak's desk. "Get up. We're setting things on fire," he added. Tweak shook her head, but reluctantly got up.
They stood in front of the sink, staring into the drain. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Tweak asked, turning her head around to look at Kwazii. He stared at the drain, then to the letter, then to Tweak.
"I know what I'm doing, don't worry," he stated.
"Read over that letter one more time. See if you change your mind," Tweak said, grabbing the letter and holding it in front of him. Kwazii sighed and looked up. He looked at Tweak, then at the letter. He glanced over the paper one last time, catching a few words he had put on there. Kwazii picked up the lighter and held the letter above the sink. Without saying another word, he lit it on fire, and dropped it in mid-air. The burning paper was slowly falling into the empty sink, and the two watched it do so.
"You don't regret that?" Tweak asked after a few seconds of silence.
"Not at all," Kwazii said with the smallest smile.
"Ya know, maybe I should have done that earlier," Kwazii muttered after another few seconds of silence. Tweak looked over at him. She didn't exactly know what to do, so she placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Why do you say that?" she asked. Kwazii shrugged as the paper kept burning.
"I don't know. Maybe it would've helped me realize sooner that showing feelings doesn't make me vulnerable."
"Expressing your feelings doesn't make you vulnerable. Sometimes, it helps," Tweak said. Kwazii looked up and glanced over at her.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Tweak laughed just a bit.
"Sometimes, bottling up all of your feelings doesn't help. It's better to tell at least someone what's going on in your head," she said calmly. Kwazii looked at the slither of paper that hadn't burned to ashes yet.
"Okay, maybe you have a point," he said. Tweak smacked him on the back. "Ow. That kinda hurt," Kwazii mumbled, rubbing his back.
"No it didn't."
"It kind of did."
"Whatever." Tweak then turned around and walked away. "I'm going back to bed, and you should, too," she recommended. Kwazii turned on the sink to get rid of the flames and ashes.
"I will," he said before turning back to the sink.
Now he was left in the kitchen with a sink full of ashes. Kwazii rubbed at the pile of burnt paper, trying to get the stain it left off the rim. As soon as he did, he shut off the faucet and walked back to his pod. "Wait, the lighter," he muttered, spinning on his heel before grabbing it. "Can't leave that in here," Kwazii said.
As soon as he put the lighter back, he rushed back to his pod in fear he would wake someone else up. As he crawled back into bed, he noticed a small note on his nightstand. It read: "bracelets tomorrow? from: dashi" Kwazii chuckled a bit. "All right, sure," he said before closing his eyes.
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uhh short filler chapter but longer one will be out later :D
this idea came to me when i was listening to "i don't want to set the world on fire" by the ink spots so go listen to that right now plz
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