"Yeah." Rictor was looking over Star's shoulder, so Star checked over Rictor's. They had the immediate area to themselves. He heard nothing besides the vermin and Rictor's breathing. This was going to be a rare moment, so he indulged, and dipped his head enough that their foreheads touched. He made an oath to Rictor and to himself that nothing would threaten this, not while he still lived. He knew Rictor wouldn't receive the promise well, but it held as much weight in silence as it would out loud.
His nightstick already had blood on it. It'd been necessary in order to hold onto the coveted weapon, but Star wasn't sure if his competition had died or was just wrestling with a nasty headache. Star wasn't fond of blunt force trauma as a means to kill, and he ached for a blade. He thought that if he'd had a sword instead, he'd definitely know the fate of that man.
"Only what I was told." But those rules were not an option anymore. And if Rictor was here, the rest of X-Factor might be nearby. Just as well. If he couldn't be alone with only himself to look out for, then he wanted all his friends at his back.
"It's not Mojoworld, but it's close," his lips curled in obvious disgust. "They made it clear that they're looking for a show." The snarl shifts breezily into a grin with a cocky, manic edge. Star could grow to appreciate the weight and balance of the nightstick if it could still carve the two of them a way back home. His empty hand was still locked on Rictor, but with a more controlled strength. Almost apologetically, he ran his fingers over Rictor's hoodie, pulling it back into place and straightening the rumpled waist where he had grabbed too fiercely.
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His nightstick already had blood on it. It'd been necessary in order to hold onto the coveted weapon, but Star wasn't sure if his competition had died or was just wrestling with a nasty headache. Star wasn't fond of blunt force trauma as a means to kill, and he ached for a blade. He thought that if he'd had a sword instead, he'd definitely know the fate of that man.
"Only what I was told." But those rules were not an option anymore. And if Rictor was here, the rest of X-Factor might be nearby. Just as well. If he couldn't be alone with only himself to look out for, then he wanted all his friends at his back.
"It's not Mojoworld, but it's close," his lips curled in obvious disgust. "They made it clear that they're looking for a show." The snarl shifts breezily into a grin with a cocky, manic edge. Star could grow to appreciate the weight and balance of the nightstick if it could still carve the two of them a way back home. His empty hand was still locked on Rictor, but with a more controlled strength. Almost apologetically, he ran his fingers over Rictor's hoodie, pulling it back into place and straightening the rumpled waist where he had grabbed too fiercely.