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[It's alright, Bro looks pleased enough to see Dave for the two of them. Normally he'd be looking unimpressed, but there's something about being on the equivalent of the Titanic that gets him feeling a little more expressive than normal. Of course he'd see Dave again after this, he knows that.

But there is sort of the fear in the back of his head that maybe they won't. That this'll be it and they'll be separated again. Selfishly, he wouldn't care if he himself died. Dave would be fine. Dave's already lived without him before. It's not as if that would be anything new. But you turn the tables and make Bro go on without Dave? Yeah, no. He's never been the most caring or affectionate guardian, but if Dave were gone then that would just. Really fucking suck.

He doesn't wanna think about that.]

I'd say I call dibs on grape next time, but we all know I was always the more phallic fruit of the bunch.

[Bro rolls his eyes, knowing full well that Dave's bullshitting and that he was down here for some stupid reason or another, which is why he's wading up next to Dave, half floating/half standing with how high the water is in this area. Sometimes he can get a footing, sometimes he can't. It's fucking difficult, but he can swim so it doesn't matter.]

Fuck that lie. You and I both know those water wings were never just an ironic fashion statement.

[He tugs his goggles off of his head and tosses them at Dave, figuring that if it comes down to it, he'll need them more.] I ain't leaving your skinny ass behind, so you can either hop on my back or you can make room so I can get intimately familiar with the door frame, too.

[Dave hasn't quite come to terms with how much he doesn't want to separate with Bro again. He hasn't numbed to it, even though they took Bro back away twice before he seemed to be here with some level of permanency. He doesn't want to acknowledge the fact that he's always waiting to find that Bro is gone again and that he'll probably never know when the last time is, but it's a good motivation to seize the goddamn moment.

He should have known that Bro wouldn't go without him, but the declaration is still pretty surprising. As are the goggles launching at him, shit. He scrambles to free a hand to grab them and he gives Bro a confused look before draping them over his wrist, lacking the ability to put them on his head at the moment.]

Both of those options sound really, really gay. [He sounds defiant, but it fades along with his resolve as he realises he needs to suck it up.] We're gonna look like fruit salad. [He grumbles, letting himself drop onto Bro's back and winding his arms around his neck tightly as he scrabbles to position himself better on him.] Shit- fuck- bite the pillow.

[It's good that neither of them talk about these feelings, to be honest. It would use up their emotions quota for a good, what- five years? Maybe longer. There are some things that just need to be left unsaid, and that's how much neither of them want the other gone.]

It's me, what'd you expect? No incesto. [Dave may sound defiant, but the look he's giving him suggests that Dave really ought to suck it up, so it's not surprising when he finally does.] I could make it so much gayer, but I ain't going t- fuck-

[Dave's dropping onto him and he cuts off, nearly going under before getting himself back upright. Somewhere along the lines, he has it in him to find Dave's arm and pull it around in front of his face so that he can bite him.

Worst pillow ever.

Either way, he gets himself together enough so that he can then cling to the door frame, so that Dave can get himself oriented, too.]

Put those on and then we'll go. [A beat.] You taste like ass, by the way. You needed to stay on the vine, you ain't ripe at all.

[Surprisingly, biting him really doesn't help him settle into a good and safe position on Bro's back. He very nearly topples off in surprise as he jerks his hand away, which means they're weaving tighter around Bro's face for the moment so he can be sure he won't fall.]

If you bite me again I'm going to put you out to pasture, Bro Beauty. [He exhales in frustration, getting himself to ease up and stop looking like a flailing nerd. He gives the goggles on his arm an appraising look and groans, though he is moving to put them on.]

Who wears frigging goggles with a tux? I look like I belong in a Jim Carrey movie- and not a good one either. [But he's doing it.] Alright, yip yip motherfucker.

[Jesus Christ he almost regrets biting Dave simply for the fact he feels like he'll never be able to breathe properly again after getting squeezed like that. But you won't hear him complaining because he did bring it on himself.]

Calm your tits, you didn't die or anything. [He didn't even bite that hard.

Yes he did.]

You know who wears frigging goggles with a suit? You frigging do, ya pussy. [Believe him, he doesn't think it's all that attractive either, but it is what it is. He cuts Dave a look as he puts them on, only to roll his eyes at the demand.

He'll obey, though, after making a long and deep sky bison mating call.

Bro pushes off the wall after that and starts swimming away from it, making sure to keep Dave above the water at all times.]

So, when we make it back to the Capitol, remind me to invest in swimming lessons or some shit, because this ain't cute.

Not yet. [He seethes with as much bitterness as he can muster. The fact is he probably would have died all cold and alone like a stupid loser if Bro hadn't happened upon him, but the less he thinks about that, the easier it is to be an ass right back to his Bro and Savior.

Dave just lets out the longest and most obnoxious sound of suffering when Bro mocks him. Something along the lines of "uuuuuuuuuughhhhhhh." Right in his ear, too.]

I think it's super fucking cute, I really love it when I look like an incompetent asshole. Drives the fans crazy, let me tell you. [With that, he's remembering what they told them as they got off the podiums. Put on a good show, right? It's what Carlos said too, it's how you survive. With that in mind, maybe he ought to ham it up a little.]

Hey, Bro? [His voice has lost a little bit of the aggressive edge, for the moment.]

[He can feel the bitterness radiating off of Dave and it's almost amusing. Almost. Honestly he knows how awkward it must be to have to get saved by somebody, so he doesn't even blame Dave for being a little bit pissy about i-

And then Dave lets out that noise near his ear and all his sympathy just dies and he mumbles about skinny little waterlogged shits as Dave begins talking again.]

As far as I'm concerned, needing help doesn't make you fuckin' incompetent, so if they think that then they can get over themselves.

[This is his little brother and goddamn it if he wants to piggy back him through the water he's going to do it, fuck them if they think Dave is incompetent for it. He's not. He just needs help. You bitches.

He's about to splash water in Dave's face for that earlier loud noise in his ear, but then Dave speaks again and way he asks it is enough to pique his curiosity, so he refrains from antagonizing Dave, as he slips through a doorway and comes face to face with a flooded hallway, with the lights inside of it flickering ominously.]

Yeah?

Yeah. [That's all he'll say to Bro's defense to what his fans might think. In truth, he'd been trying to sell it as a good thing in a sarcastic way. Honestly, there's no easy way to admit to your brother that you want to play up to the fact that you have a habit of being utterly useless at the worst times because it means the people helping him tend to get more appreciation. Something worth watching, at least. He doesn't want to do it, he certainly doesn't set out to do it, but if it's the difference between your Bro living or dying it sort of makes the choice for you.

Still, there's something deeper than that making it hard to express even false sincerity. He means it, but he doesn't know how to express it in a way that will appease the Capitol.]

Thanks. For not being a raging douchelord about this. [He says, finally, not mumbling it as much as he would if he weren't trying to be heard.] 'ppreciate it. [And then he pauses to look up.] Are we really going down there?

[One would think Bro, of all people, would be hamming it up to the cameras and would catch on to the fact that Dave is trying to sell it to the cameras. But he isn't even thinking about that right now- surviving is his priority when it comes to arenas. He tends to forget that cameras are around.

Which probably makes moments like these better, when he actually does have a genuine reaction to something. He isn't even expecting Dave to thank him for it- to Bro, it doesn't seem like a thing at all. It's kind of touching, in a weird, almost awkward sort of way- but again, the whole possibility of dying makes him less inclined to shy away from moments like this.]

Ah... don't mention it, bud. [He reaches back behind him and just ruffles Dave's wet hair, because it's not like he can hug him or anything. Not that he would. Ew. Gross. But for real, he doesn't really know how to handle it so he's awkwarding just a little bit.

He'll turn serious though, when Dave asks that question.]

Yeeeah, unless you have any alternatives in mind? I mean sure it looks like something out of a horror movie, but so does your face in the morning and you don't hear me complaining about that.

[He really does love you, bro.]

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[The amount of gross Dave feels is almost on the same level as how waterlogged he feels. He's fucking drenched with the nasty, awkward feelings that come from both expressing himself and knowing that he's expressing himself for reasons he wishes didn't exist to be a problem.

He expects riffing from Bro, but he guesses his mind is on other things with a reaction like that. Maybe the hair ruffle was his own kind of ham, but it doesn't bother him as much as it might. He considers it a personal victory to know that all the effort his stylist put into smoothing down his hair is gone to waste.]

Guess not. [He doesn't even remember where he came down from, but he's hoping Bro knows better.] Oh my god, shut the fuck up. [He grunts from his back.] I'm just saying that dying all straddled up on my Bro in a hallway is the opposite of ideal. What if there're eels and shit around here? [He's hitching himself up a little higher, discreetly.] I hate seafood.

[If only Dave knew it isn't ham. It's strange, but this little interaction almost feels better than the awkward hug thing they had when they first saw each other. The situation must really be getting to him, goddamn.

He just snorts lightly at Dave's comments, shaking his head.]

Really now? What would you consider the ideal way to die then? Because I ain't experienced it yet, myself.

[As he speaks, he sets off swimming/wading down the hallway, the water slowly rising so that he has to do more of the former. The sense of urgency is slowly setting in, as the rising water is definitely a hazard he's realizing is real.]

Yeah, I've never been a fan of the shit myse-

[He stops suddenly, and Dave probably can feel him tensing up.]

So, uh, not to alarm you, but... somethin' just touched my leg. [At that moment, the light conveniently flickers out for a moment, but it'll flicker back on again soon.]

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I dunno, smothered to death by bikini models. Riding my old person motor scooter off a bridge and doing a sick mid-air loopdeloop into the water.

[He says like he really thinks he has a life expectancy past fifty or even twenty. He doesn't like to think about how dire it is, but the reality of it all is that he can be here and probably die getting caught up in rebellion shenanigans or he can go home and get killed by Lord English. The prophetic dreams don't lie, son.]

Sushi is overrated. [He says blandly, but he's freezing up at Bro's reaction, tensing as well.] What. What.What.What.What.What.What. Bro. What. [He's trying to crane his neck around to see what Bro can feel, but shits dark.] Swim faster, holy shit.

[This is his way of making up for the fact they just had A Moment™ and he almost feels a bit guilty when Dave has such a strong reaction. Almost. He's enough of an asshole to be really fucking amused, though- but he doesn't show it. Not at first. He'll go through all the motions, breaking into a faster swim as if he's in a panic-]

Oh shit, shit- oh fucking shi-

[It's then that he just loses it and starts laughing, having to stop and brace himself against the wall of the hallway, having gotten a bit more than halfway through it. His laughter echoes through the hall, sounding pretty damn creepy mixed with the creaking of the ship and the sound of dripping water.]

Ahahaha, man. I'm just screwing with you, nothing touched me.

[Yes, he's aware that this is probably a really damn mean thing to do, but hey. He's Bro. And Dave wouldn't have him any other way, right? Of course not. He's fully prepared for the intense, ferocious anger to come his way though.

Possibly.

Dave can be pretty intense when he mad.]

[The part of Dave's brain that reminds him of what an asshole troll Bro is has taken a brief break in lieu of Dave constantly reminding himself that he'd be fucked if he weren't here. Maybe it's because he's been in the arenas a little longer, but the idea of them sneaking in some nasty sea monsters is an all too real worry.

Really though, he's just a bitter, miffed teen about this when Bro starts to laugh. Bro can probably feel his heart thudding against his back and it's taking a long time to calm down, though he won't let onto that.]

Fuck off, fuck all the way off asshole. I hope your ass gets ate by some nasty shark cuz it'll be about as frigging funny as this is. [He's a bristly little grump just for Bro, but he settles down well and truly now that he knows he's full of shit. The rest of the swim goes pretty smoothly, he's pretty sure the stairs aren't far off from here and he's going to kiss them right on their stair mouths.

Of course, it's worrying that they've managed to be alone for so long. Dave worries they're being followed by some asshole looking to kill themselves some sexy blonds, so he turns around to scan the surroundings, tensing when he sees the shape of something approaching.]

Bro, swim faster. [His voice is serious and he pushes at the older man's shoulder.] There's something coming up behind, Bro. Hurry the fuck up.

[Maybe if Bro had more experience with arenas, he would be a little less inclined to troll Dave in this way- but he doesn't, and so the way Dave reacts just makes it all the better. He doesn't even feel like much of an asshole, because he knows Dave will get over it and won't even hold it against him.]

Whoa, that sounds a bit too kinky for my taste. [Yeah, his mind went to shark rimming, don't judge him.

They continue bantering back and forth like that, Bro resisting the urge to do anymore trolling- Dave's had enough, he's pretty sure. He's getting the sense that they're making their way to where he wants to go, so he's trying to go a little bit faster. It's slow going, though, with all the debris floating around the area.

When Dave speaks up, he lets out a scoff.]

Uh-huh, sure. That joke is so yesterday, Dave, I mean come on.

[Guess who doesn't believe you? This guy. If anything, he sounds annoyed that Dave would even attempt to recreate the same damn prank he'd just pulled. Get new material, broseph.]

Pretty sure there's gotta be stairs around here somewhere. Maybe around that corner? I don't know, where the fuck is a map when you need one, goddamn.

Good thing it ain't a joke then. [His voice is growing more and more urgent.] We aren't going to make it to the stairs if you don't fucking hurry up.

[Even with how serious his voice is, he doesn't think Bro will believe him, so he tries to make him turn around using his weight on his shoulders.] That's a fucking fin and I don't think it's a goddamn dolphin. Scout's honor, Bro. Please just take a frigging gander.

I'm hurrying up, godda-

[He nearly loses his balance as Dave uses his weight to try and get him to turn down, and they nearly go under because of it. Goddamn it, Dave.]

Holy shit, if it'll get you to stop making this difficult, fine.

[Bro twists around irritably. He's waterlogged and freezing and he doesn't have time for your bullshit, Dave-]

Oh. That sure is a shark, isn't it.

[It's not even a question. Fuck his life. Fuck his actual hot life because of course there would be a shark. It's as if karma is literally trying to eat him for what he did to Dave earlier. Most people get punched in the face by karma. Bro, on the other hand? Gets the karma shark.

The kama sutra is much more preferable over the karma sharka.

All he can think is that if he doesn't do something, Dave is gonna get eaten by a shark and it'll be all his goddamn fault. There's enough debris and even door frames around that he doesn't think twice about pushing Dave off of himself quite suddenly, as his fight or flight instincts kick in. He always picks fights.

In the immortal words of Brolly Weasley, Not my brother, you bitch.

Then, he dives under the water and disappears.]

There you go, Sherlock. Right on fucking time yet agAUGH- [His rambles are cut off when he's pushed off into the water and he struggles to force himself above the water. He flounders as quickly as he can, not wanting to attract the attention of the shark before he's felt his way toward a door frame and started to haul his ass up it.

In the darkness, it's hard to see what's going on, which makes it all the more awful for everyone involved. His eyes are darting around, trying to find where Bro went and where that fucking fin went. With nobody else to see, he has absolutely no shame in looking horrified about this entire situation. This might be the last time, again. If Bro dies he'll be stuck here until he can't hold on and he'll have to wake up wondering if they decided to keep him around or send him home. Calling out to Bro ain't gonna do shit, so he's just going to have to hang tight and hope he knows what the fuck he's doing.

To be fair, he generally does, Dave just wishes he was in on whatever it is Bro is thinking most of the time.]

[Bro has no way of knowing whether or not Dave is able to make it to one of the door frames, but he can goddamn hope, because otherwise this whole thing will be in vain. In the back of his mind, he's afraid this is going to be it. That he's gonna die. Again. But he's doing it for Dave, because it's either do this, or Dave gets eaten by a shark. At least this way, they both have a chance to survive. Even if it's really tiny.

What happens when Bro disappears underwater is a blur. He knows what he's doing in a vague sense of the word- you punch sharks in the nose, right?

Somewhere during it all, he does exactly that. It doesn't help as much as he expected, but it disorients the damn thing long enough for him to stab it with his knife. And then again. It's all he can do not to choke on the water as he holds onto the shark, trying not to let it get into a position where it can eat his face.

All in all, this is a little harder than slicing that meteor in half. At least the meteor wasn't attempting to eat him and this shark is aggressive even by shark standards. It's hard to maneuver in the water so that it can't get to him, but he manages to cling to it's underside so that it can't get him. His eyes sting with the salt in the water and the blood from the shark makes it impossible to see, but soon enough he can feel the shark squirming less and less as he stabs and cuts at it, and the splashing finally subsides.

It'll take a long moment for Bro to actually surface though- he has to push the dead shark off of him. But finally, mercifully, he pushes out of the water, choking and gasping for breath.

When he finally gets himself together, he turns to Dave, not looking particularly impressed.]

Well. That happened.

[He swims over to wear Dave is clinging, and backs up to him so Dave can re-cling. You'd think he would be cocky after killing a goddamn shark single handedly, but he seems pretty damn somber. That was just a bit too close of a shave for his liking.]

[Dave is watching for what feels like forever, and he can barely see what he has his eyes trained on. He can see the ripples and splashes of a scuffle, he has no idea what he expects from it until he sees the worst thing. Blood. He can't say for sure who it belongs to, either, but it's driving him crazy being so useless.

The only thing he has are some goggles which will probably not hurt much even if he slingshots them into the abyss. He's shifting his weight impatiently on the frame, as if changing angles slightly will give him a much better view. He doesn't need to do that long, it turns out, because Bro is popping out of the water like some blood drenched daisy. Dave can hardly look at him, its too cool. He's like the sun of cool right now, so bright and full of irony that looking directly at him will make Dave go blind.

That and there's a little residual feeling of shame that he's pretending not to feel as he drapes himself back on top of Bro's shoulders.]

Sure did. [He echoes the somber tone, falling silent for a long moment before adding:] You made it happen.

[Bro doesn't particularly feel that cool right now, but it would be nice to know that Dave is seeing him as such. He mostly just feels cold, irritable, and a little freaked out from the encounter. His adrenaline is still pumping from the encounter, which is keeping him going though. Well, that and getting Dave to safety and surviving.]

I sure as shit did.

[He's starting to sound normal now that he's calming down, at least, and he has it him to hold up his fist and tilt it towards Dave for a fistbump.]

That blood's probably gonna attract more, though, so let's get the fuck outta here.

[Suddenly being in the water feels infinitely more unsafe, and it's with renewed speed that he swims through the water. It's not long after that, gloriously, he spots the stairs that lead up to the deck.

He's never seen a more beautiful sight.]

Dibs on kissing them first, bitch. [He's gonna do it, he's gonna kiss those fucking stairs for being so fucking beautiful. He's already swimming over to them, and when he can he lets Dave off and proceeds to dramatically press his cheek against the stairs and shiver violently, because now that he's out of the water the cold is really fucking setting in.]

[The fist doesn't go untapped, the gesture even earns Bro a tiny smile that he can't see, which becomes a little bigger when Dave remembers to keep his stage presence. He'll keep up his guard duties diligently when Bro starts to move again, looking carefully and suspiciously for more of those fins.

He has similar feelings of affection for the stairs, but he's got jelly legs the moment he hits them. He almost falls backward, he's so disorientated, but he pulls himself to scrabble up them eagerly. He makes his way onto the deck, letting out a squawk of disapproval as the breeze nips at his drenched face, whipping his fringe across it so much that it stings.]

This is Texan abuse of the highest frigging order.

[He shouts down to Bro, making sure he's okay before he heads out properly.

The first order of business is to make his way to the bow. He's never been on a ship like this, feels really goddamn dramatic, but he's worried he'll freeze his nips off if he spreads his arms. Instead, he's peering down to see if he can find any life boats along the sides. If there are and there's rope, maybe they can navigate their way out.]

[Bro remains on the stairs for a long moment. It's his way of getting himself together and taking a breather while looking like he doesn't give a fuck. But after piggy backing your bro through a fuckton of water and then killing a shark, you kind of need a goddamn moment.]

Tap your heels together a few times and maybe you'll go home, Daveothy.

[It's the wrong movie, but he doesn't give a fuck. It's not long after that he heaves himself up off the stairs- and damn if he doesn't catch sight of another fin swimming his way through the water. Yeah, that's his cue to get the fuck up on deck with Dave.

And he wasn't kidding when he mentioned abuse, because goddamn the wind is a bitch. There are several parts of his body that feel like they're about to chip off, but he's trying to ignore it as he looks around to see where Dave got off to- then he spots him.

He spots him in the position to make the best goddamn ironic reference ever, this time for the right movie. Ignoring the wind entirely, Bro ninja's up behind Dave, though like hell he could even hear him over the wind if he wanted to.

Bro wraps his arms around Dave and leans in so he can say,]

You better trust me, because- [He hoists Dave up into the air so that he can properly feel the wind whipping at him, as if he couldn't before.] - You're flyin' Rose. Holy shit!

[It's not like the reference doesn't occur to Dave, but he's a little maxed out for really weird touchy feely brother moments. Or at least, he thinks he is. Fuck social expectations, it's not every day you survive a shark attack long enough to make an almost perfect ironic reference in a perfect setting. Bonus points, it's on camera.

That said, he still squirms a little at the hands on him, because that could have been anyone you jackass. Luckily, he doesn't know many people unfortunate enough to be wearing such an ugly goddamn suit.]

I'M FLYING. [He yells into the wind, too frigging amused for someone in his position. He lets his arms spread for a moment but they're wrapping back around him fast and tight.] I'll never let go, Jack! But FUCK it's cold. [He snaps, hoping Bro gets that he's done now.] I don't see any life boats. [He calls behind him, craning his neck as best he can.]

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[Bro is goddamn thrilled when Dave doesn't freak out and demand to be put down. A part of him had figured Dave wouldn't be up to making this as hammy and ironic as possible just like in the movie. But nope, he goes for it and nails it all in one. Bro's wearing the biggest fucking grin he can possibly wear as Dave recites the line.

When the moment ends, he feels a little empty inside. Kind of like when you're a kid and go to Chuck E Cheese and then have to leave. Like that, but in a more ironic sort of way. Such is the feeling when all good references come to an end.]

I'm sorry, but I'm lettin' go, Rose.

[But yeah, he turns and plops Dave back down, trying not to look like a shivering mess once Dave can see him.]

See any icebergs, at least? [Har.] Do you really expect there to be any life boats though? They want everybody to die.

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