pc catchall | superhell | rynlan

[engineers]

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[engineers]

...Like I said. Logical thought goes out of the window.

[voidshift]

[he just folds his good arm on the table and slumps forward onto it, the injured one splayed forward instead.]

Sometimes I think I missed my calling to go become some sort of hermit priest and never have to put up with this from people ever again.

[engineers]

[ aww rynlan

... he reaches out for a moment, and pats him on the head. there there... ]

Living as a hermit's pretty terrible. Take it from me. [ what ] Besides, I don't think you could have predicted you'd be thrown into hell where there'd be weekly murders and that's a real possibility.

[voidshift]

[when he pats ryn on the head, the tentacles reach up and wind around his wrist loosely.]

No, I couldn't have. Still.

[anyway-]

What do you mean, take it from you.

[engineers]

[ oh neat… he wants to ask a question about this but does not, letting them stay and looking slightly fascinated - especially because rynlan asks that.

he just hums, lightly, and scritches his nails gently through his hair. doesn’t that feel nice don’t ask questions ] Things happen. Haven’t you learned enough about my tragic backstory this weekend?

[voidshift]

[it Does feel nice... he melts onto the table, a little, with a pleased little hum. keep doing that he's a slut for physical affection.]

You're allowed to just say you'd prefer not to talk about it, Bixing.

[engineers]

[ scritch scritch ]

Mmmhm.

[ most people are just put off by his friendliness and light conversation changes in that regard. he skips over it easily. ] Well, everyone has parts of their life they're not particularly proud of.

[voidshift]

Suppose they do.

[the tentacles remain curled loosely around his wrist and hand, shifting idly.]

...not like I'm fully unfamiliar with it, myself. I've spent plenty of time avoiding people.

[engineers]

[ he's mostly learned to not ask questions about scientific things that might be weird or invasive so he will not ask about these tentacle hairs even if he really wants to. maybe? we're learning.

and, in fact, after a moment, and really only because rynlan saw that memory of his... ]

I locked myself in my house alone for a hundred days after Lin and my father died.

[ so there you go.

(he doesn't add - it's not the first time, either, that he isolated himself from the world. it's just more recent.)]

[voidshift]

[it's almost like they're petting him back, but the response is closer to something like an anemone reacting to stimulus.

he's quiet a moment, there.]

I would have, if I could. Got delayed on my end, had to wait until they released me, but after I went home-- didn't speak to anyone for a long time. Slept on the sofa for months too, I couldn't... the bedroom stayed locked.

[engineers]

[ haaah. he exhales a little sharply, fingers twitching, and looks away. ]

...The attic, for me. [ that's where the majority of lin's stuff was. but, it was the same - he slept on the couch, on his desk. never anywhere near his own bed. ] Did anyone pull you out of it?

[voidshift]

...eventually. I'm still not sure I was ready for it, when they did.

[he's still just splayed on the table, not lifting his head at all. the conversation's easiest that way.]