That Testified Surprise

Part 1/2

Notes: Okay, this time I'm writing the TharnType version of Techno. The story starts near the end of LBC, but without the grossest bits. The dialogue in the first section is lifted directly from ep. 13 (with significant grammatical tweaks from the Line TV subtitles, which are...interesting).

If you've gotten this far, hopefully you've noticed that this is a Tharn/Type/Techno fic. If that makes you mad, please hit the back button. If you already ship them, welcome. If you're willing to consider the ship, please take a ride with me. If I haven't convinced you at the end, I won't be insulted.

Techno was the captain of the football team, which had been his dream. He was the captain and a senior and life was good.

Okay, he was still single and had never even gotten past kissing someone but what the hell. It wasn't his fault that the two people he was interested in were in a very very (very) loving relationship. (Sometimes he wished they could be a little less loving, at least in public. They could be a bit much.)

But hey, he had great friends, so...whatever.

Pouring more into his glass, he waved at Type. "Why are you in such a mood to drink tonight?"

Type shrugged. "You said you're lonely, so I wanted to keep you company."

"Of course, I don't have someone like you do."

"So find someone."

Techno managed a laugh that probably sounded legit. "Damn, you know me. Girls don't dig a guy like me. Only my little brother keeps checking on me. Since he knows our parents are working outside Bangkok again, and I plan to hang out here with you, he keeps calling me to go back home early."

"That's strange. Nic? Caring about you this much?" Type shook his head.

"Why? Do you envy me that I have a nice brother?"

"Nah." Type filled up both of their glasses.

"Bottoms up. Drink fast, drunk fast, leave fast. So I can sleep peacefully."

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Type slowed down after a few drinks but let Techno go on. The guy needed to relax. He was wound tighter than a ball of rubber bands, for fuck's sake. He drank a soda while Techno rambled on about football.

Finally, Techno had clearly had enough and Type took the bottle out of his hand. "Okay, buddy, time to go."

"Gon' drink more."

"Not now." Shaking his head, Type pulled Techno to his feet, grateful the other guy was smaller and not difficult to guide when drunk. "Let's go. Oh, don't forget your phone." Type saw it sitting on the table by his glass and grabbed it just as it started vibrating. He stuck it in his own pocket until they got to the car. It vibrated two more times just getting to the parking lot and Type grumbled.

Pouring Techno into the passenger seat, Type sat down in the driver's seat and pulled the phone out to check it, entering the passcode. (The passcode was the birthday of Thai national football team captain Siwarak Tedsungnoen, of course. Duh.)

Fuck, it looked like Nic had been either texting or calling every 20 minutes since they got to the bar. What was up there?

Scrolling back through the evening's texts, Type scowled harder. Loving brother or not, this was fucking creepy. Going back farther, it looked like it was a pattern. Did the kid do anything other than pester his brother about his whereabouts?

Techno leaned against the window, about three-quarters asleep, murmuring something. Type looked at him, looked at the phone, then sighed, shoving the phone in Techno's pocket and pulling out his own phone.