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Bloodrush feels strange without Ragh there. It's because he's so loud, Gorgug tells himself, it just feels a little quieter, is all. And besides, it's not like Ragh is totally gone from his life, either. He's at the manor most days when Gorgug goes to meet Fig for band practice. He's loud there too, hooting and hollering everytime he and Fig finish a song, shouting praises from the top of his lungs. 

They end up talking a lot after practice. Ayda doesn't really like loud noises, but Fig usually rounds off a set with a couple ballads and she sits in for those, and after that they're all over each other and Ragh and Gorgug escape to the kitchen so they don't have to see all that junk. 

*

"Miss having you," Gorgug says, unprompted, while they're quietly sipping their orange juice after practice one day. He immediately realises what that sounds like and dies inside. Ragh quirks an eyebrow in response.

"Yeah?" he says, smiling a little. 

Gorgug tries to backtrack and fails miserably.

"On Bloodrush, I mean. Not, like. Not like in general." He's sure his whole face is red at this point. Ragh must take pity on him because he very gracefully veers the conversation into safer waters. 

"How is Bloodrush these days, anyway? You guys doing any good?" 

"Yeah, I mean, the freshmen are alright. Still would have been better with you there." Fuck. He stumbled into it again. Ragh laughs at that, a deep, rumbly thing that sinks pleasantly into Gorgug's bones. 

"Maybe we can play sometime," he suggests, "I'm free most days anyway, still waiting on my acceptance letter to uni." 

"Yeah, maybe," Gorgug breathes. The thought of wrestling on the field with Ragh again makes him go giddy. The sound of Fig hollering at him from the living room snaps him out of his reverie. 

"Gorgug, Zelda's here." she shouts. 

"Oh, I gotta go." he blinks. Ragh smiles and slaps a hand on his back hard enough to make Gorgug wheeze a little. 

"See ya, big guy." 

"Bye."

*

"So, how was practice?" Zelda asks, in that sweet, lilting tone of hers. She's driving them to Basraar's in her dad's Toyota Cambrie. 

"Okay," Gorgug says, slowly, "same old, i guess. Fig wanted to test out a new song." And then, after a pause he hopes is long enough that it seems like an afterthought, "Ragh was home, so we hung out a while."

Zelda glances at him at that, just a quick one out of the corner of her eye, with a look on her face that Gorgug can't parse with a 3 insight roll. He almost asks, but then he remembers that he already knows who his bio dad is. 

"That's nice," she says, voice carefully nonchalant, "what'd you guys talk about?" 

Gorgug waves a hand at her dismissively.

"Oh, you know, this and that," he says, "told him I miss seeing him at Bloodrush." 

"Hmm," she hums, "he was a good goalie." 

"Yeah," Gorgug says, "it's 'cause he's so… big." 

Zelda raises her eyebrows and smirks. 

"No! Not like that, Zelda, GOD." Gorgug groans.  Zelda titters softly as they pull up in the parking lot in front of Basraar's. 

"Whatever you say," she says, wiggling her eyebrows, "c'mon, let's go get ice cream." Gorgug grumbles, but takes the hand she offers him anyway and they traipse off into the store.