Zelos was staring up at the sky in silence and Fang couldn't help but feel slightly irked by the quiet. His normally chatty companion hadn't said anything for a good hour; he had just stared up at the dark sky as the campfire that separated the two crackled and popped.
"It's different here, this world," Fang said, trying to perk Zelos up once more. Or at least get him talking.
Zelos's eyes seemed to focus in on reality and he glanced over at the teenager. "Hmm?"
"I said it's different here. I can't help but be reminded about a book whenever I think about everything here," Fang told him, stretching his legs out in front of him and crossing his ankles while he stared across the fire at the red-head.
"Is the book any good?" Zelos asked with a smirk.
"Some people could be accused of worshipping it," Fang replied.
Zelos chuckled, "That's good, I guess."
"Where do we go from here? I mean, I know you aren't really in much of a hurry to get moving but…" Fang's voice trailed, not really wanting to force anything on Zelos but at the same time he had a world of his own that wasn't in ruins that he'd like to return to.
Thankfully Zelos could read between the lines.
He lifted his hands up towards the sky and stretched his pale fingers out. Fang was watching from afar with slight confusion at the odd movement. The chosen still had a light smile on his face, "You want to go home. I don't blame you. This place is pretty fucked up right now."
"Yeah," Fang mildly agreed and he looked at the fire to avoid taking in anymore of that empty expression on Zelos's face.
"Are you a mutant or another species, Fang?" Zelos was still holding his hands up to the sky but now he was flexing his fingers to form a fist. He opened his palms up towards the moon again before closing his gloved fingers back into that tight fist.
"Huh?"
"Your wings. The way you reacted to mine shows that you're not used to others having them. So, where you given yours by experimentation? Was it a fluke in birth and you just got stuck with them? Or are you a species of bird-kid freak?"
"Don't call me a freak," Fang snarled.
Zelos blinked and he looked at Fang with an expression of reserved surprise, "I piss you off?" he smiled widely now.
"Yeah," the avian-hybrid growled.
"Well, clear up my curiosity and answer the question. Freak." He was taunting the teenager now.
Fang crossed his arms tightly over his chest and glared up at the sky now.
Silence re-entered the camp.
He would have to remember the next time he wanted to perk up Zelos that the redhead was kind of an asshole.
The teenager adjusted in slight pain, his wings still hurt from the day before when he'd whacked the bone on the side of the hole. God, that felt like forever ago. Fang found his hand reaching up and rubbing the sore part on his wing.
"When'd you hurt 'em?" Zelos asked in a bored tone.
"Before I got put in that cell with you," replied Fang in a not-so nice tone.
"No need to be a bitch," Zelos sat up and stretched. "Lemme see."
"See what?"
"Your brain because I'm about 100 percent positive there isn't one in that thick skull of yours considering how much I repeat myself around you. Your wing, kid, I'm going to heal it."
"Somehow I doubt you could," the olive-skinned male grumbled.
Zelos had waltzed around the fire and over to his side by now and he knelt down, "Lets get a look at that sucker," he took Fang's wing tenderly in one hand and stretched it out.
"You familiar with the anatomy of a bird-kid, Zelos?"
"Nope, I'm just winging it!" Zelos let loose a laugh of maniacal giggles, seeming to find his pun unbelievably entertaining. Well, at least somebody thought it was funny because it just managed to annoy Fang.
The giggles were calming down and Zelos ran his fingers over the feathers of the sore spot. "Heh, heh, I'm too much sometimes. Heh," he shook his head at his hilarious one-liner.
"It wasn't that funny."
"You are such a wet-blanket, man," Zelos sighed out like Fang had hurt his feelings. He leaned back and began to wave his hand around.
"First-aid!"
The feeling of euphoria that flooded Fang's senses made the bird-kid gasp in surprise. Healing had not brought the idea of actual 'healing' to his mind when Zelos had said it. He just assumed he'd get some bandages or something.
Not that, within seconds of the words 'first-aid' being spoke, that he'd actually be healed.
"That's so cool," Fang gasped.
"Mmmhmm," Zelos slapped his hand on the back of Fangs shoulder and gave him a tightly constricting hug/glomp. "I'm cool so everything I do is automatically cool, kid."
"I don't know about that," Fang shrugged the red-head off of him and gave him a firm expression of 'no more hugging'.
"You're so mean," Zelos resumed his position before he had healed Fang. He was back to lying on the other side of the fire with his eyes directed to the sky. "I don't know why I'm helping you out at all."
"Like you have anything better to do," Fang scoffed.
Zelos grew quiet for a second.
Oh shit, that was insensitive to say.
Zelos grinned though and let out a laugh, "I guess you're right! What else could I do? Heh, you're smarter than I give you credit for. I take back what I said earlier! Heh hehheh."
Fang felt like the entire light-hearted statement had been completely insincere, but before he could say anything about it Zelos had stood up.
"I'm gonna go get us some grub. You sit tight, kid, I'll be back."
And Zelos disappeared into the woods, leaving Fang all alone by the crackling fire as silence once again fell into the camp.