»Are you wearing my bathrobe?«
»I am wearing Marks bathrobe.« Unus sashayed down the stairs. He walked into the kitchen and came back with a plate, two Pop Tarts resting on it.
He sat down on the couch, stretching out with relish. While he was still using his left hand to eat, his arm seemed to heal well. He had it tucked away underneath the robe, supporting the weight of the plate with it.
»I really hope that you're wearing pants. If not, I'll have to end what the dog started.«
Unus didn't respond, but the movement of his eyebrows was enough of an answer.
Annus briefly considered, but came to the conclusion that getting blood on the couch wasn't worth it.
»We should think about our next steps.«
»You're always so single-minded. You need to relax for once.« Unus put the plate away and leaned forward, grabbing a small glass container and shaking it. He put his hand down on the table, stretching out all five fingers.
»We have everything we need right here. If we manage to send the right message, we can be out of here before the next month is over.«
Even though he knew he was right, Annus hated the idea of sitting still. There surely was something to do, right. Maybe he should give Marvin a call, surely there was something he could help with. Or maybe he should check out what Mark and Ethan were doing.
Also, Blank and Dark were still out there. Even if Dark was no immediate threat anymore, he didn't know where Blank was. Which was somehow even more terrifying.
He couldn't just sit still and watch Unus paint his nails. He began to pace up and down the room.
His friend looked up, watching him walk up and down like a caged lion. He patted the couch. »Sit down.«
»Why?«
»Because you need to relax. There's nothing gained if you become a nervous wreck.«
He stretched out, trying to get a look at what Unus was doing. He had walked over to the kitchen, from where he could hear the sound of pots banging together, followed by the sound of running water.
He came back, balancing a large metal bowl on his badaged arm. He sat it down in front of him, making sure not to spill any.
»Put your feet in.«
»Why?«
»Just do it.«
The water was pleasantly warm. It reminded him of the pool in Rachel's cave.
He leaned back in the leather couch, closing his eyes. The thoughts were buzzing in his head like a swarm of angry bees, a droning headache of overthinking.
Unus sat down beside him. He didn't say anything, but that was exactly the right thing to do. One by one, the bees calmed down, retreating back into the hive.
There was absolutely nothing weird about this scenario. No looming danger. No uncertainty of what would happen in the next few minutes. Everythong felt so... normal. It was something he could get used to.
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In Memoriam - An Unus Annus Fanfiction
Fanfiction365 days. Unus and Annus have one year left until their death. Trapped in strange machine, relentlessly hunted by Blank and Dark, a fight against the clock begins. Will they be able to find their way out, or will their story be lost in the sands of...
