Work Text:
Its been a long day.
Subspace can only stomp her feet with every step, probably a floor ahead of Medkit, whos desperately chasing after her despite her nonchalance to the entire situation. She was practically embarrassed infront of all of her class! being made to stand up and explain the problem to them like they're some newspawns.
She growls, and pushes open the rooftop doors. She is silently and briefly grateful it was recently shoveled.
"Curses.. How could they have the nerve to do that to me!" Her nails dig into her palm, she can't even care about the fact shes shivering in the freezing cold.
Medkit stalks out of the still swinging doors, correctly dressed in a heavy trenchcoat, carrying Subspace's parka in her arms.
Finding her sitting on a off to the side bench, Medkit joins her side.
Subspace crosses her arms and pretends to have a staring contest with the ground, snowflakes already piling up on the concrete.
It was a terrible affair. Subspace hadn't slept much the previous night, due to being so stressed about her other classes. So when the teacher called her up for her to explain the problem, putting all of her trust into Subspaces ability, she flunked it. Something in her couldn't work properly, and it all became much worse when her chalk writing became shaky on the board.
She was humiliated! And here she sits, fuming on a stiff stone bench. Curse this faction, and curse the inphernal next to her.
Medkit places Subspace's coat on her shoulders and dusts snow off her head.
Theres an awkward, but understanding air between the two. Subspace feels tears, angry and hot, begin to fall down her face. She only gets more annoyed with this development, and brings her hands to her face.
Medkit shuffles around, parting lips to speak, yet nothing comes out. She pauses for a moment, allowing herself a hand on Subspace's thigh.
Medkit only sighs, before roughly shuffling herself around, moving her foot in awkward angles.
Subspace actively looks away, as to avoid even humoring the idea of getting bothered by another mild inconvenience at the moment.
A tap on her shoulder, she reluctantly turns.
Is.
Is that—
"Medkit! Oh my swords—" She elbows her in the side, falling into giggles, like a little kid.
The crude phallic drawing in the snow really shouldn't get to her, shes much more grown than this, but despite it, her smile comes back and she can only giggle quietly on the comedown.
"What?" The happiness in Medkit's tone is unbearable, as she feigns ignorance. "I simply wanted to cheer up my classmate, Subspace. It will improve her grade!" She can't resist, covering her mouth as her breath shows in the cold air.
The mockery of how they must word such simple things to their teachers to avoid any detention, it makes Subspace smile. Its fun, out of a unfun situation.
"Your ridiculous.." Subspace pretends to look away, as to make her faux annoyance look anymore 'real'
Medkit replies by shoving her entire weight onto her, clacking horns together and sharing a rare moment of physical touch.
Subspace gasps dramatically, before pushing their horns into eachother more.
Medkit only returns the favor, earning themselves a soft headbutt together. "Do you know who you're picking a fight with right now? I'm clearly a champion, Subspace."
"As if. Mine are sharpened for complete and utter eye plucking!" She restrains a nuzzle.
Medkit responds, by promptly jabbing her in the side with her thumb, which causes her to fall back from the initial pathetic horn-lock.
"Victory in my clutches, once again."
Subspace, from her cackling and soft gasps for air, "That tally, is 1 to 65, and you know it!"
Medkit watches her prop herself up on the bench, snow covered boots finding themselves in her lap.
"Hey! Your gonna get me soaked!" Medkit shoves her feet off, before standing and quickly shoving melting snow off her trenchcoat.
"Oh please, your in like–" Subspace glances over, pausing from watching her own breath in the cold winter air. "..Like... Three layers."
Medkit scowls, crossing her arms at her.
"Don't look at me like that."
She glares, turning her head like a dog, so that it really rubs it in.
"..Don't... Look at me. Like.. That." Subspace's composure falls, always an easy job with Medkit involved. A small smile and flush finds itself on her face.
The pictures paint themselves, and fuck– she wishes she had her disposable camera on her. Or that Medkit had hers. She tries her best to record it to memory, the image of Medkit, arms crossed, snowflakes falling delicately onto her white curled hair, catching on her clothes. The night sky and city lights behind her, buildings much taller than this one.
It's all a very serene, quiet beauty.
"Subspace. Staring is rude."
"Well would you move? I'm trying to look at the city lights behind you."
Medkit rolls her eyes, before turning, getting down onto her knees. Subspace props herself upwards out of curiosity, even though she tries to tell herself she shouldn't care what Medkit is dilly-dallying about.
She turns her head, trying to force her eyes to focus on cars and traffic below, maybe, if shes lucky, she'll see—
A snowball hits her in the side of the face, cold and harsh to her skin.
That earns Medkit one slow turn of Subspace's head, peeling the snow off of her hair and face. Oh, she just had to go and pick a snowball fight.
Subspace bends down from her seat on the bench, cold, clawed hands curling around the snow. She sneaks a nearby small pebble into its creation. This will teach her.
Medkit has created three groups of them, seemingly distracted, Subspace aims, winding her arm back…
Medkit feels the sting before it even processes in her mind, when it hits, she honestly can't say it was her fault. She should've expected something so low from her classmate, and even as a small bruise forms on the side of her head, she begins to laugh! almost tipping over onto her soft makeshift pillow of snow. Its so entirely Subspace, that she can't help but feel a foreign emotion swell in her.
"Hey! That wasn't supposed to make you laugh! that was supposed to make you throw more!" Subspace complains, but its of no matter to Medkit. She weakly throws her mediocre premade ball, and she watches it hit Subspace's shoes.
She stares up at the night sky, distant stars, hard to make out. She feels at peace.
Then, a scuffling, then, Subspace appears in her face, eyebrows furrowed, and second set of horns daring to dig into her cheeks.
"Who said you can sleep on the battlefield, soldier?" She finally gives her cheshire smile again, teeth unapologetically bared. Medkit snickers in her face, which causes Subspace to flush a pink hue. Cute.
"Well.. I'm sorry 'General', I just couldn't help myself from feeling at peace, looking at the night sky."
Subspace looks a bit confused, before flushing a deeper red. She breathes heavy, and Medkit finds that she doesn't really mind this closeness. Not here, out in the open. The entire thing is unsuitable, really. Such public displays aren't common in their culture, but even with that..
This type of closeness is usually resorted to bathrooms and hall-closets for them, but nobody is up here, and rarely ever is.
Subspace puts her cold hands into Medkit's, holding them. She watches Medkit blink slowly, as she begins to fall, closer and closer to Medkit's face.
Subspace hears the rooftop doors slam right open, the sound of chatter she didn't notice before now missing in the midnight silence. The sight before them is unruly. Subspace's mouth falls agape.
Silence falls once again, before what Subspace hears to be, Grav, nearly screams in laughter, snorts and all.
Subspace practically throws herself off of Medkit. Subspace's face flushes a pink never seen by either parties.
The excuses, complaining, bitching, and pleading, can distantly be heard from the ground below.
Grav wipes tears from her eyes. "Nonono, its okay! I just… Well I can't say I didn't expect it…" Warp groans, digging around in her pockets to hand Grav a 20 dollar bill.
"It isn't— This isn't!—"
"It's okay Subspace, we won't tell!" Warp is heard giggling softly into her coat's collar.
Medkit herself is a bit flustered. "Did… Did you have a bet going on?"
Subspace groans loudly into her hands.