Peso rolled on his side and glared at the clock. 4:16 AM. Great, another morning where he woke up way too early. Peso was becoming more like Kwazii day by day. Waking up way too early, becoming even more stubborn and hot-headed, and straying away from his emotions. He glanced over at Pinto, who was still sleeping next to him. "I'm sorry," Peso mumbled, getting up and leaving his pod.
His legs shook as he treaded down the hallway to the HQ, his knees feeling as if they were about to give out. Peso looked around the place, slowly walking over to the control panel. Or, he tried to. Hand frozen in mid-air, his legs tensing up just the slightest bit. Peso's breathing became shakey and slow. Sure, he was prepared for what would come next, but it still hurt. His knees met the cold, metal floor as Peso dropped down. The poor guy just couldn't hold it in anymore as he clutched to his pajama shirt. In an attempt to keep himself quiet, Peso pulled his body together. He was only a few steps away from the panel, where he could have gotten some balance, but he just couldn't stay up on his feet. Pressing his arms deep into his chest didn't help either as Peso pushed his body closer to the floor in pain. He pounded his fists against the floor and insisted that he would never be like the man he grew up with. Under no circumstances will he ever be like his father. Never.
A few moments of peace and tranquility was all he thought he needed right now, but that might not have been the best thing to have.
Jeez, why did this hurt so much? It was just some stupid comparison, but the more Peso thought about it, the more he realized that his brother was right. He didn't want to act like this right now, especially in a place where anyone could just walk in on him.
"Peso?" Tunip had questioned the medic in his native tongue. He was standing right in front of the Octochute, hands pulled tightly to his body. Peso understood a tad bit of what he and the other Vegimals were saying, perhaps like short phrases, and names of things.
"Tunip? Did I wake you up?" Peso tried to push himself off the floor in an attempt to take him back to bed, but his arms gave out from underneath him and he crumbled once more. His head whacked against the floor. The smaller of the two rushed over in assistance, but Peso held up his hand.
"I'm okay, just gimmie a minute," he breathed out, his tears still falling to the floor. Though Tunip didn't listen to that. He raced over towards Peso and placed his small hands on his shoulders.
"Are you okay?" he asked, trying to get Peso to look him in the eye. Eye contact was made.
"Not really, Tunip," Peso mumbled. He wrapped his arms around his stomach before hunching over again, sobbing. Tunip didn't exactly know what to do right now, so he wrapped his arms around Peso's side.
"Why are you crying?" he asked. Peso glanced up at him before sighing.
"You know that saying, 'Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.'?"
Tunip nodded.
"That saying is wrong. So, so wrong," Peso spat. "Because words do hurt, and they hurt a lot. But we're taught that they aren't supposed to and when they do, we don't know how to take it," He placed a shaking hand on Tunip's shoulder. "I don't want anyone aboard this ship to feel like that. I don't want anyone feeling like they don't have anyone to talk to."
He was beginning to sound like Barnacles for a while there.
Tunip latched onto Peso's side, hugging him softly. "It's okay, though. You have us!" he said enthusiastically. Peso wiped his tears away and smiled.
"You have a point there," he glanced over at the control panel, checking the time. "It's not even 4:30 yet, we should go back to bed," he added, trying to hoist himself up off the floor. "Come on, we've got this." Peso held his hands out, prompting for Tunip to take them.
Peso rubbed his face whilst walking away. After practically dropping Tunip off, prompting him to go back to sleep for the next hour or so, he felt empty again.
"It's a bit early for you to be awake, isn't it?" Peso turned around just to see Kwazii, hands on his sides.
"I'd say the same to you, but I would be wrong," he replied.
"You still look tired. Is there a reason you're up?"
"I just couldn't fall back asleep."
Kwazii chuckled. "That's rare. At least for you." Peso shrugged.
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Do You Blame Yourself?
Fanfiction!! discontinued, follow my ao3: lowfatwater !! There's a lot of things Kwazii ought to ask himself. Mostly odd questions, like whether or not to take a risk or if taking the leap is really a good idea. If he blames himself, though, shouldn't be one...
