Day Two: Afternoon

[Android 17]

Since departing from their campsite halfway through the day, the saiya-jin and android twosome had barely covered any real distance. Despite that, the additional spare time had given both of them some time to focus their thoughts in preparation for whatever waited for them on the horizon. Although his thoughts were mainly shrouded in a fine dense layer of aromatic smoke, the android had nonetheless managed to perfect yet another poem over the course of the last few hours.

?I got something for you, man,? Seventeen stammered?dragging the last syllable of the word ?man? out for a few seconds as he exhaled another puff of gray smoke. Raditzu paused in his tracks and spun around to face his giddy partner. Although the monkey-hybrid had turned down to offer for some pot a few hours ago, the android had made certain he saved his partner some just in case he needed to take the edge off.

?And what?s that, Seventeen?? The long-haired superstar inquired, his voice laced with a sarcastic undertone as he arched an eyebrow at his jovial companion. Muttering incoherently, the cybernetic warrior placed his blunt gently between his teeth and reached into the pocket of his jeans. A few beats later, the machine-hybrid pulled yet another crumpled up scrap of paper from his pants.

?Okay,? the cyborg muttered as he struggled to flatten out the document. With and almost incoherent grogginess afflicting his voice, the android lifted the document up to his bloodshot eyes and began to recite his newest, poetic work to his long-haired cohort.

?This lifeless agony,
blood sucking misery.
My heart has grown so cold,
it?s rotting me down to the core.

Don?t fucking look me in the face.
The blood in my eyes shows the weight
Suffering has never felt so good\

You suffer, I suffer.?

With a swift motion, the machine-hybrid pocketed the grimy piece of paper and took another long drag on his blunt. As he exhaled the resulting cloud of the smoke, Seventeen glanced over at Raditzu and saw that his partner was snickering softly. Arching his eyebrow at the monkey-hybrid, the android lowered his blunt away from his face and put a hand on one of his hips.

?What?s so funny?? The cybernetic warrior groaned, rubbing on of his half-closed eyes with a grimy hand.

?It?s nothing,? Raditzu responded, a smile still plastered across his chiseled countenance. The saiya-jin then lifted his hands and pantomimed a clapping motion for a few moments. ?That?s a large improvement over your last poem when it comes to theme and whatnot. You got down the whole angst and pain angle down in such a manner that the reader could picture you cutting yourself as you write the poem.?

?Think I should pick that up?? The machine-hybrid asked. After popping the question, Seventeen looked down at the rest of his body and glanced over his attire. About an hour ago, he had changed out of his normal clothes and into the outfit he had stolen from the school. Now the android was clad in a pair of Chuck Taylor All-Stars, black pants that were at least two sizes too small, and a black My Chemical Romance t-shirt.

?Nah,? the saiya-jin said after a short pause. ?I think the outfit seals the deal?you can wait until after we kill everyone else in the competition to finish your transition with some good ole fashion masochism,? Raditzu added?smiling as he motioned for his partner to resume their march to the horizon. Taking a final drag from his fourth blunt, the android discarded the remains and jogged forward until he was alongside his saiya-jin ally.