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[buttterfly]

"I could eat a pool of that."

And at least Rin's body gives him some out, as his stomach makes some agonizing noise.

He doesn't miss the wallpaper on either screen. He almost wants Ai's phone back off so he can catch that little memory. A childhood dog he's heard him mention before. He knows about Ai, but does he really know him? It feels like the opposite is more true. But something warm and fond floods him at the other picture.

That relay. The one where he found his own team. Sure, he had Haru, Makoto and Nagisa but...

The screen in his face is suddenly filled with his food, and his stomach makes another unappreciative noise at the fact that they're not moving right this second. He snorts in swallowed-down laughter, pushing Ai's phone back towards him.

"Please, before my stomach decides to end us first." He laughs, and begins to step towards the door, slipping back into his running shoes. "Was that your dog you told me about?" A clear invitation to overshare.

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Ai flashes a bright smile at Rin and then pockets his phone; the sooner they can head out, the sooner they can eat, and the sooner Rin can get a good night's rest. He's toeing on his shoes and about to reach for the doorknob when Rin asks about his dog, and Ai blinks at him.

It isn't that Rin's never expressed interest in Ai's personal life or family life before; it's just that Ai came into the realization far too late in life that taking up space is an okay thing, and that growth happened only within the past year, maybe two. Momo's gotten ear-fulls, Sousuke especially could write a biography about Ai at this point, but Rin had yet to be stationed this side of the sea to witness the way Ai's eyes glint before he decides he is going to yap.

"Yes! Her name was Moka. Mokacchan was found by my mom near an open street that had a coffee shop, which is why I think she named her that way." He opens the door, steps out and allows Rin to do the same, and then is immediately pulling up his phone roll to flash old photos of the dog; none of them were taken with the phone camera, all were photos taken of film photos, which explains how long ago Ai had her. "We got her when I was very tiny, so I don't remember, but allegedly she'd sleep next to my kid bed every night. And it was a little before I started at Samezuka that we lost her, but she lived a good long life."

A pause as he looks to Rin, eyebrows raised. Because he already knows the answer, but wants to hear it from Rin himself and give him the floor, "You like animals too, don't you senpai? Didn't you have a cat?"

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And yap Ai does.

Rin takes it all in. He's profoundly more interested in the lives of others these days. Desperate for some scraps of a life he once shared with them. Little windows into their own planes of existence. Looming in the breezeway, pouring over pictures Ai treasured enough to put on his own mobile device. A little portable portal into the past.

Rin feels so bold as to one point lean over, and thumb to the next picture, the pad of his finger brushing over glass. There's beauty in photographs. Digital ones even, though there is more sentimentality in feeling a piece of paper between your fingertips. Weathered and aged. Rin smiles. Once upon a time, he doesn't think Ai would have shared these things so freely with him.

Hesitation would have poured over his face, he would have brushed the question aside, desperate for some other topic to breach. Rin likes this side. He hopes he didn't exacerbate it back in his first year at Samezuka. He begins to descent the stairs, waiting for Ai to lead the way. The streets here are mostly unfamiliar, though Rin could probably navigate his way out of a cardboard box unlike some people...

"She must have had a good life with you guys." Died at a ripe old age, probably surrounded by family. A good way to go. He looks up at a streetlight, humming thoughtfully.

"Ah, yeah. My Mom got Steve when my Dad... he hates me, not much to tell! Mom feeds him too much. That cat is definitely her new kid. Gou and I make fun of her, tell her he's the favorite out of all of us."

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It wouldn't have been for lack of want to share; if Ai had it his way, and had the self-esteem to back it up, he would have been ten times more annoying of a roommate. In a way, this is making up for lost time.

He is completely unbothered by Rin interacting with his phone, and would have handed the whole thing over if not for the fact he's navigating at the moment. Once Rin's attention is diverted, Ai pulls up his maps app again. He knows where the place is, but just in case.

Ai's expression is something between sympathetic and attentive, at the mention of Rin's father. When they first roomed together, Rin had always been reticent, but the times he opened up about his loss had been genuine and raw. Thankfully, anecdotes of Rin's fatass cat get a genuine chuckle out of Ai.

"You both left her as an empty-nester! Of course she's doting on the cat more now. Imagine having a child that never talks back, is cheaper to feed, and cuddles with you well past the age of ten. She's probably so happy."

A couple of straight blocks, then a right turn. They were close! Though they weren't close to Tokyo's city center, it was still urban enough for the magic of the city to come alive in ways they couldn't see back home; many many shops with many many people flitting in and out, some bright backlit displays casting colours down onto the pavement, gaggles of people in their friend groups or work groups loitering here and there. It felt alive and present in a way Iwatobi simply couldn't be.

"I would love to meet Steve some day." A left turn, and the pace with which Ai walks indicates they're on the block, "Ah-- should be any one of these facades...!"

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Well when you put it like that... Rin bumps his shoulder against Ai's, laughing in the process.

"Making it sound like I'm the worst kid in the world." He smirks. "Someone went off to college, and decided to get a mouth on him."

It's refreshing. Seeing people grow and change in a way, coming into themselves. Ai probably hangs out with Sousuke too much, come to think of it. It sounds exactly like something his childhood friend would dryly say to him.

Tokyo is huge. Tokyo is bustling. Tokyo is crowded. Rin has been here a few times, but it doesn't compare to Sydney. And he feels a bit claustrophobic, something wanting to crawl out of his skin. Ai takes it all in stride though, and Rin really should too. It's not like he hasn't been stuffed into a dorm with four other dudes before in a room that rivaled his and Ai's in size. Just more bunks and scuffling over who woke who up first.

"Next time we're back in Iwatobi." Rin promises, gazing around at the shops surrounding them. "My Mom'll probably decide you're the second favorite child when she gets a load of you. Gou and I don't stand a chance."

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"That's...!" The truth was Ai had a side of him that was equal parts tenacious and capricious, he just barely got the opportunity to show it around Rin. Too timid when they roomed together; not enough time together in second year for Rin to get a good read on him. A thought hits his psyche for critical damage: Is this better, or worse? Am I too much? Realizing he's slipping into old thinking patterns, he flushes from the tips of his ears down to his collar bone. Just be normal, Aiichirou!!

"That's," he begins again, clearing his throat, "Hardly the meanest thing I've said to you historically." Which isn't much of a save, but it is at least an objective truth.

They come across the restaurant, and just in time too; Ai was about to start examining his soul if not for the promise of food and letting something other than his own foot occupy his mouth. He opens the door, a small bell ringing at the top, and waits for Rin to enter first.

"Somehow, the idea of meeting Matsuoka-san is extremely intimidating." Even the idea of being in Rin's childhood home feels like sacred ground. "I'd have no choice but to make the best possible impression."

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"Hold the door open for her like that, and she'll really disown me."

Slipping back into comfortable banter is nice. It eases the tension in him. Whether that's stemming from the "what ifs" the "i suck as a friends" or the "what the fuck am i doing with myselfs" and he waits for Ai to step in before grabbing a seat at the counter.

It's crowded, but manageable at least. Less so than the room of little elbows just outside the door. Being close to a university and all... it makes sense. Ugh. Rin makes a mental note to wake up a little earlier to go jogging, before the inevitable wave of students trudging to class gets going.

He looks at his phone really quick, seeing a few texts from Gou. He gives her a quick reply that he's landed and is feeding himself and not to worry before he stuffs it back in his pocket. His chin rests on his hand as he takes in the sights and smells of the place. It's quiet for a moment between them, before Rin breaks it.

"Ah, you're sure it's okay for me to stay right? Like you're not just saying that and then going to decide you miss having floor space right?" He laughs, but it comes out a bit more of a nervous bubble than anything. Self deprecating is in his blood, after all. Cautiously optimistic about things, never wanting to put too much weight into them... he shakes his head, laughing awkwardly again.

"Sorry. Seriously, I did not get a wink of sleep."

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Ai settles in right beside Rin at the counter, habitually smiling at one of the chefs behind it, who seems to be moving about the food line as if he's done it ten-thousand times, and he probably has. There's a small menu laminated and taped to the counter wall, and Ai leans down to read it a bit better. The silence that falls between him and Rin is comfortable; it reminds him very much of their time sharing a dorm together. Ai would wager a majority of their time had been spent in peaceful silence and co-existence. At least on Ai's end, it never felt awkward; there was an intrinsic trust in Rin's presence, and his gut even now hasn't changed on that one.

Rin's voice has his head turning before his eyes do, wanting to make a mental note of what he feels he'll order, before he actually listens to Rin. And then Ai is left staring at Rin with knit eyebrows and a sincerity crossing his countenance. If he were more bold, he'd reach out to squeeze Rin's shoulder, his hand, something - unfortunately, though Ai's hand twitches in his lap, he can't quite conjure the willpower to bridge that gap.

He responds without even an ounce of hesitation, "I could not think of someone I'd rather have sharing my apartment than you, Rin-senpai." And then his voice grows just a touch quieter, "I've... I missed you. In all the ways I possibly could." His expression turns reassuring, with a small glint in his eye - trying not to turn the conversation too serious, "So if you need to make yourself feel better about it, imagine it as me being selfish, and let me have this one thing."

He immediately turns his attention to the chef, "One kake-soba, please."

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Food is momentarily lost on him. Only because the corners of his eyes feel wet, and hot. That familiar sting that he swallows down the second he feels it beginning to creep up.

Let me have this one thing.

...right.

He tries to laugh it off, failing miserably and some stupid sounding blubbering laugh spits out instead. Which only makes him laugh even more, as he looks over the menu, asking the chef to double the order. Well, at least some people miss him. Have room for him in their lives still.

Rin shoves aside the thought, ordering himself a hot tea that tastes so much like home. He doesn't know what to say again, awkward flubbing through this conversation like he did his 100m his first year back at regionals. Ai is easy to talk to. That familiarity they always fell into back at their dorm was so comforting. Some of the better memories of his life post down under. Maybe there's room for better memories post down under part two.

"What made you settle on Tokyo anyways? You always seemed like the kind of guy to stay in a small town."

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It wasn't the intended outcome, but Ai knows Rin well enough to know that a spot of waterworks is par for the course. He doesn't tease, doesn't belabour it; just flashes Rin a gentle smile, somewhere between apologetic and reassuring. Internally, it makes Ai wonder exactly how much Rin is filling his own cup, if at all. How lonely are you?

The question thankfully is banal enough to act as a perfect portal to a conversation that might not veer into territory that'd press Ai's 'cry on command' button too - his composure at most times was only barely stronger than Rin's, after all. They both had the issue of wearing their hearts on their sleeves.

"Well, I got into my top school, so my hand was kind of forced. But I think I'd want the experience anyway. Don't they say cities can change you? And besides, so many of our friends came out this way, I didn't want to feel too left behind..." He tilts his head, paired with a simper. "It is a lot though. I'm still not sure if I'll stay in a place like this forever." He looks to Rin, completely skipping over the fact his eyes are still wet, "How similar is it to Sydney do you think?"

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The benefit of being weighed down for literal years by your own waterworks is the ease in which you can slip a mask on. Which Rin does, extremely well.

He nods. All perfectly logical, and reasonable. Damn, everyone really stuck together huh? Even if they are in different universities, prefectures. All bound together by camaraderie, and bound into one country together. Rin stares into his tea for a moment. Australia, the olympics. All these things had always been the end game, right? Sydney was the best way for that to happen. And maybe a little distance for his own journey of self exploration was... healthier still. Free from societal expectations as rigid as Japan's.

"Nothing like this." Rin scoffs lightheartedly, taking to swirling his tea in his cup. An out of sorts as he desperately craves something to do with his hands while waiting for their food. "Stuff's spread out a bit more. Buildings, people. Coming back to this humidity is no joke. Makes me feel like I'm on a different planet."

He knows Ai isn't asking about the weather. And that's when he pauses a bit. Trying to clamber over words that feel like oil on his tongue. Eventually, however, they do come to fruition. Though a bit more muted than his normal volume.

"Lonely as shit though, I tell you what. The guys are all real nice there. Everyone is. But definitely not the same as the people you grew up with."

Rin is thankfully saved from running his mouth any further, when two bowls are slid in front of them. And he takes to just shoving food in his mouth, and listening to whatever Ai has in response. Or maybe he'll get lucky and there will be no talking at all now that there's food in front of them.

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Ai would like to think that if given the opportunity, he'd fly out to Australia to visit in a heartbeat. But he'd never want to impose, would never ever want to be the one to make that decision. Rin's words spell all, after all; the people he misses, the ones who make up his core are people not currently sitting at the soba restaurant counter. Ai knew his place in Rin's life, unique and niche as it was, and often had to remind himself not to get sucked into thoughts of insecurity - or worse, jealousy. Second best. No, third best. Has to remind himself that friendship is never that black-and-white. It wasn't four years ago, and it isn't now.

The arrival of their food is the perfect mental foot-in-mouth, stopping Ai's thoughts dead in their tracks as he immediately picks up his chopsticks, says thanks for the meal, and begins to dig in. The broth is warm, light, and subtly bright. Like a perfect salve both for his stomach and for his spirit.

He exhales a satiated sigh and very nimbly dodges the elephant in the room and chooses to hone in on low hanging fruit instead, "Eighty-five percent humidity couldn't stop me from eating a second bowl." He takes another mouthful, and then another. "Ahh, it makes me want to visit a bathhouse..."

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There's. Something.

Rin can't quite pinpoint it. But Ai looks almost contemplative. But it's over a moment later, and his usual tone takes over. Rin gives him a look, but decides against pressing the issue. There's better, easier things anyhow. And Rin has no right to put his renewed roommate under the microscope. Not when he keeps so much of his own shit in his own head.

"You're nuts. I think I'd rather submerge myself with polar bears." He tries to keep the mood lighter than whatever he had been divulging into prior. Yes Australia was great but not great. Nobody else wants, or needs to hear about it all the time. He's just grateful for the new opportunity. Good food, good company. Yep. All good.

"So. Tell me something." He pries after he's eaten a bit more, leaning back in his chair a bit. "We're all chasing things. What's on the horizon for you? University now, sure. But what after?"

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Ai titters, and the noise is genuine; whatever glimpse of something Rin thought he saw is now professionally covered up, spackled, sanded and painted.

"You say that, but I'm sure after the travel you've had, a nice hot bath at a sentou would be just the thing." Or maybe Ai is projecting? He was incredibly fond of any pool of hot water, especially so when stressed.

He's about finished with the contents of his bowl when Rin poses his question, and Ai looks to him with a considering expression. And a flash of that something again, for a moment, there and gone. Clearly a key component of a lot of his inner machinations.

"I'm not sure, to be honest. A part of me wanted to try and stay in the same world as everyone else," that of a swimmer, "But..." I'm outclassed. It isn't realistic, "Maybe it isn't in the cards for me." His spine straightens then, though, and he gestures with his hands as if clicking the shutter on a camera. "But I'm enjoying photography a lot, so maybe there's something there. Or I can get a boring job and keep the things I like as hobbies."

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Ugh. Yeah, right again. He can't wait to get the layer of travel washed off of him. It feels like a second skin. A very grubby one, at that.

Maybe Rin misses that flash the second time around. Maybe he was busy listening while finishing off his food. Or maybe he was just blissfully ignorant to its existence two times in such a short span. But Rin likes listening to Ai talk. He certainly didn't do enough of it their first year, second room he was shacked up with Sousuke and well.

"I think you're driven enough to do anything you put your mind to." Rin adds thoughtfully. That little gesture is almost cute. He smirks at it, letting his chopsticks rest on the side of the bowl. "Don't think I forgot how you busted your ass second year. Beat out the best breaststroke time on the team. Now that's dedication."

A boring job, huh. He leans back a little in his chair, staring thoughtfully at the counter. Keeping hobbies as hobbies, fun like how they're supposed to be. He wonders what it's like to live in that kind of world. To not be so driven that everything is a competition, and needing to be the best of the best. Maybe it's refreshing. Or maybe it's lonely when all your other friends are striving for bigger and better. Rin tips his head.

"Still, no rush. Just figure out what works and doesn't yeah?"

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"That's kind of you to say." And he knows Rin means it - Ai just wishes he could believe it, truly and deeply. He's made many strides since the beginning of high school, has straightened his backbone, grown confidence, learned to love himself and even his body. But there is perpetually one nagging, needling feeling that sits in the back of his head:

I feel so useless.

He's aware of it, at least. And knows that even if he missed the natural talent boat, he is the hardest working person he knows. What he doesn't have readily at his disposition he will always try to make up for with late nights and pure, raw, unmitigated effort. It's just hard not to be caught up in that insecurity, sometimes. Especially when half of your friends and friends of friends went on to be Olympians!

"I think I still owe Sousuke-senpai some kind of debt for all of his help," he chimes. Then looks at Rin sidelong, smile finally reaching his eyes. "And you, for the mysterious water bottles and protein bars I'd find near my gym bag."

Ai clasps his hands together after setting his chopsticks down, letting out a low and happy sigh. "That was delicious! And I'm so full... I might have to be rolled back to the apartment." And before Rin can even think of trying to intervene, Ai is sitting up and gesturing to the shopkeep, paying for both of their meals in cash.

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Rin doesn't have time to retort. Not to the water bottles or snacks he would leave in the locker-room. Nor in the way Ai already sat up to pay for their meals. He grits his teeth, trying to fumble for his wallet even though it's already too late.

"Hey. I don't need to be playing who pays first with you too. Seriously."

It's a halfhearted scowl that crosses his face. More at the sense of being the loser of this game. Usually he's better, quicker but. Alas he has a few things to learn he guesses. Side swiped by a deeper conversation. The shopkeep takes Ai's money, and Rin grumbles as he shoves his wallet back in his jacket. Is he pouting as he slumps in his chair? No. Of course not. But maybe there's a touch of color on his face, one that matches his hair, as he mutters.

"...thanks." He rubs the back of his head awkwardly.

"Ugh. That was a one time thing. Got it?"

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"Just be faster next time," he chimes in a sing-song, casting Rin a wide, sunny smile as he takes his change and pockets it. There is only one word for Rin's current pouting: cute. In fact, as Ai pulls away from the eating counter, he laughs! Not at Rin; he's simply taken by how fond he is of the man beside him.

It's a perfect break from the threat of a sullen mood. More than anything, the way Rin's cheeks fluoresce is the detail Ai will be scribing into his journal tonight.

Ai pats down his shirt to lay it flat, waiting for Rin to get himself settled before approaching the door back toward the street, "We could head back, or we could explore a bit. Crowds have probably died down since rush hour and classes are over." Ai doesn't want to pressure Rin either way; they had plenty of time to explore, after all.

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"Whatever." He mutters, swallowing down trying to whatever heat he can still feel coloring his cheeks. Rin stands, following Ai out into the less bustling streets.

Exploring sounds. Nice. Tempting. A break from whatever conundrums his brain is conjuring at any given second. It would keep his hands, and head busy. But he's also dimly aware of having that layer of a twelve hour plane ride still sticking to him, and how he hasn't slept in a good 24 hours or so. He contemplates for a minute.

Except the choice is a fairly obvious one.

"Show me around a little? Too early for me to go to bed anyways." Attaboy. Jet lag is the perfect excuse. He just needs to keep his head busy for another hour or two, go shower and then turn into a corpse for a good twelve hours.

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It was an easy problem to fix either way; if Rin wanted to explore, but just a little, they could simply make their way back toward the apartment in a slightly roundabout way. Ai could think of several streets that were jam-packed with things to see, even a little park just a bit south of the apartment itself; the route was clear.

"At this hour, it does kind of remind me of Samezuka," Ai admits, walking right beside Rin, arms eased at his sides, eyes up and rapt. Whatever weird cloud had threatened to hang over him back in the soba shop is well dissipated. "How you could be taking an evening jog and see gaggles of people here or there, wondering what they're doing. And if you went off-campus, feeling the allure of all the late night snack stores..."

As they walk, he gestures. "There's a karaoke bar, I've taken Sousuke-senpai and Momo-kun there a few times." A beat, and then he rectifies, "Sousuke-senpai might kill me if he knows I said that, though. So it stays between us."

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Ai is right. Samezuka held a certain captivation to it after hours. Students mostly behaved themselves, which gave them more free reign. Jogging after hours was refreshing. An opportunity to clear his head. Thanks to Ai's description, he was able to vividly picture it. Like they were almost wandering the campus together as he spoke.

He smiled. A karaoke bar, huh?

"Wow, you guys really do get into trouble." A playful jab, no real weight behind it. Drinking, karaoke, exploring the streets of Tokyo. The real university experience. When do any of them even have time to train anymore? Do they sleep? Rin snorts. A little memory tickles the back of his head.

"I've wanted to swim with you forever. Please let me show you how far I've come."

"You're our captain. Let's do this while we can."

Oh. Oops. There's that stupid little wetness pooling in the corners of his eye. It stings, and he rubs his eye with the back of his hand, trying desperately to focus on the surroundings. The little shops littering the street, the warm hum of the scant crowds around them.

"Got it. I won't say a word. Pinkie promise. You guys do that often?"

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"Only as much as we did before you left. I still can't beat your karaoke score, though..." It was kind of true that Sousuke brought out the worst in Ai, and Momo was usually there to egg him on - if worst can be compared to slightly less stuck up than usual. He was, after all, still a young man who enjoyed having fun with his friends, among other things. Compared to most of the team - Sousuke and Momo and Rin included - Ai was still one of the best behaved! Just slightly mischievous.

Rin still has no idea about the number of nights Ai had spent sneaking out onto the fire escapes, not to smoke or drink but just to cry in peace. Ai had many many extremely late nights, none of them spent having ragers and making mistakes but trespassing in order to work his ass off for better swim times. Ai wasn't above breaking rules, he was simply very judicious about when he chose to do so.

He's about to say more when he notices that glassy sheen to Rin's eyes again. And Ai stares for a moment, silence hanging between them even as Rin ushers it along and poses a new question. As a silent reassurance, Ai tugs just once at Rin's sleeve - whatever it is, it's alright - before taking Rin's cue and paying it no more attention.

"Not really," comes the profoundly uninteresting answer. "But when we can, it's fun. What about in Australia, senpai? You're friends with Kirishima-senpai's brother, right? He doesn't really talk about him much."

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There's always been a silent gratefulness in the way Ai is able to tune into things. Kinder still, that he doesn't speak on them, letting small actions bring his words to fruition. The touch on his sleeve is met with a grateful look. Once upon a time, it might have been met with Rin ripping away from it, arguing that he's fine and maybe Ai should pay attention to his own shit first.

Something unfurls in him. God, he really was cruel, wasn't he? He shoves that thought aside, grateful for the change of topic.

"Dude's a loose canon." Rin scoffs, rolling his shoulders a bit and stuffing his hands in his pockets. "If he isn't drowning himself in some alcoholic beverage, it's harassing people for existing."

"Wow, adulterous. Just how many guys do you want to swim with?" His face burns a little as he shoves that memory aside as well, shaking his head.

"Guy's a killer swimmer though. He'd probably be an olympian already if he took it easy on the booze. Other than that though... well. I don't do much outside of dryland and swimming." It's a painful admission. And not for lack of trying from his teammates or acquaintances down there. It sounds fun. He's gone out a few times, but not much. He's serious about his end game. Everyone has teased him for being so driven.

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Ai immediately barks out a laugh - with what little he knows of Ikuya's personality and Rin's patience, the idea of Rin's only named friend in Australia being a loose cannon is extremely funny to him. He even has to lift a hand to cover his wide grin, almost an apology for pretty explicitly laughing at Rin.

"It seems to me someone has a type." Rin's complained about troublemakers at least thrice since arriving! How much of a complaint can it be when he keeps surround himself with people who get on his nerves? Even if Ai's own ranking was somewhat disingenuous, the number of times he's drank alcohol countable on less than one hand.

Ai hums to the heart of Rin's answer, though. "You went there for a reason, so it makes sense you're very focused. I don't think I could imagine you any other way." And Rin's drive was scary. To the point Ai often belaboured or procrastinated on sending him texts out of fear of stealing Rin's time. It says a lot the first time Rin had heard from him in months was the one time in months Ai had a sip of alcohol.

It does beg a question though, Ai not thinking too deeply on it, "There's a gym close to the apartment, by the way. And I have a small setup in my bedroom but I think you lift more than I do..." Think? He knows. Ai was a twig compared to Rin.

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Rin scowls, bumping their shoulders together.

"What's that supposed to mean??"

A type? Ugh. Is he really so easy to read? The answer a completely oblivious yes. He likes asking Ai questions about himself. It's easy to fall into that lull of relearning a person all over again after years apart. It's harder to dig into himself for some of those answers in exchange. Nobody wants to only talk about themselves, Rin realizes stupidly. Least of all his roommate. He sighs, and runs a hand through his hair.

"Yeah. If focused is what you want to call it..." Maybe stupid or blind to life happening around him, but. Eh, details. He shrugs it off to latch onto the next question. Less personal to an extent.

"Text me the address? I'll probably sign up tomorrow or something. No offense to your setup or anything." He laughs awkwardly, trying not to make an ass of himself.