"How many times do I gotta tell you, feet down?" Kuwabara asks, from where he's sitting on the couch, lap full of Eikichi. "You don't even got socks on, man..."
"How many times has your dad said 'Yuusuke can make himself at home?" Yuusuke laughs from behind the magazine he's reading. "Hey. Do you know what it's called, when you forget a drink in the freezer and at first, it doesn't look frozen. Then you move it, and it suddenly turns into slush?"
"I... Huh??"
"You know! If you put an open Calpis in the freezer and then try to drink the liquid, it's frozen when it comes out."
"Oh! That's supercooling. It's somethin' to do with the molecules of water reachin' a state of rest that doesn't form ice crystals?" Kuwabara purses his lips, thinking. "I sorta paid attention to a chemistry lesson."
"You sorta paid attention? That word sounds like you just made it up." Another scoff from behind the magazine.
"Every word is made up, Urameshi! That's how words work." Eikichi wakes up at this, leaping off of Kuwabara's lap with a small, disgruntled hiss. "No! Baby, don't leave..."
The seven year old cat disappears out of the living room, as Kuwabara sits up to try and grab the magazine out of Yuusuke's hands. "Why're you asking?" The magazine doesn't leave Yuusuke's grip, even if Yuusuke is only holding it with his thumbs and forefingers.
"I wanna know, is why." He releases his hold, so Kuwabara ends up rocking back on the couch due to his own force. Yuusuke sits up beside the coffee table, snatching his magazine from Kuwabara's hand, smoothes the edges of the pages. "Don't manhandle my shit. I should hunt down Kurama, and ask him."
Kuwabara watches Yuusuke stand up, heading towards the entrance-way of the Kuwabara family home, to shuffle his feet into his worn out sneakers. "What? I told you what it is. You're supposed to have dinner with my pops!"
Yuusuke rolls his eyes, head lolling alongside the expression. "You're coming with me. Hurry it up."
It's already hot in the mid-afternoon and the overcast sky has begun opening up. The type of rain that is little more than a fog and wraps the city in heat; sticking hair to faces, clothing to skin, a salt mist on upper lips that tastes of the ocean.
The city is still busy, although not as many people out on the streets, there are still some kids here and there, off from school for the holiday, wrapped in raincoats or thin, disposable ponchos.
"We could have just called Kurama! Pops keeps the air con so low, and we'd be dry." Kuwabara grumbles, sneakers squishing uncomfortably around his toes. He had taken an umbrella with them but, the rain is too fine and too blown, accumulating on the underside of the umbrella like a sauna.
"You know Kurama might not pick up. It’s a Holiday? Time for mommy," Yuusuke chuckles, the grin he wears crinkles his eyes about shut. The tooth baring, genuine type he's got. "He can't say 'no' if we're right there, after all!"
"That's the dumbest thing you've said in a while." Then again, he's the one who followed after Yuusuke in this weather, for no reason. "Come on, Urameshi. Why are you so keyed up about this?”
Yuusuke wipes rain from his face with the hem of his tee, a fruitless endeavor, given how damp his shirt is. “I think it happened to my arm, last week, when I was visitin’ Puu.”
“Puu froze your arm??"
“No, moron! Yukina did.” Yuusuke pulls a face that says ‘who else would have?’ as they wait for a crosswalk to change.
“You’re sure that’s what happened? Did she mean to?”
“Yeah I’m sure. No, she didn’t mean to. I thought I was having a heart-attack or a stroke or somethin’! She’s the one who realized what was going on… That hurt.” Yuusuke laughs. “Once it got to my core? Phew. I had to run up and down the beach to get everything circulating proper.”
“You—Anybody else and I’d say that’s impossible. What’s the term even matter, then? We don’t gotta bother Kurama on his day off.”
“I got my reasons...” The crosswalk chimes and the mist is turning into a proper rain while Yuusuke looks Kuwabara up-and-down. “ You do look like you’re actually wilting, man, just go back home! I’ll be there on time. I’m a big boy, I’ll be fine on my own.”
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