[JESUS OKAY
it startles the shit out of her, and she probably dislodges harrow a hair, but she raises her voice and kind of just - barks out:]
Thancred. [her voice wavers, a little, but.] Hey. Look at me.
it startles the shit out of her, and she probably dislodges harrow a hair, but she raises her voice and kind of just - barks out:]
Thancred. [her voice wavers, a little, but.] Hey. Look at me.
[help. whenever he makes mumbly sleepy commentary about 'lovely tentacles' and all, ryn is just squinting at him. the fuck. also he probably helped him clean off and change but he did leave the cat ears on him, you're welcome.
but anyway. he probably wakes up to rynlan petting his hair, which he stops the second he can tell thancred's awake, ears perking like he just heard a fucking metal gear alert noise. he wasn't doing anything. don't look at him.]
...we'll get you something, just don't go and try to get up.
[he'll sit on him if he must.]
but anyway. he probably wakes up to rynlan petting his hair, which he stops the second he can tell thancred's awake, ears perking like he just heard a fucking metal gear alert noise. he wasn't doing anything. don't look at him.]
...we'll get you something, just don't go and try to get up.
[he'll sit on him if he must.]
Mnngh.
[He opens both eyes, which he quickly decides is a mistake because the one on the side of his face that's all fucked up is definitely not focusing well at the moment, so he proceeds to close that one again and just kind of looks at Kon one-eyed, examining the food without actually sitting up from where he's sprawled on the couch. Debates whether he can stay lying down and just sort of shovel it into his mouth without killing himself somehow.]
Considerate of you. Thank you.
[He opens both eyes, which he quickly decides is a mistake because the one on the side of his face that's all fucked up is definitely not focusing well at the moment, so he proceeds to close that one again and just kind of looks at Kon one-eyed, examining the food without actually sitting up from where he's sprawled on the couch. Debates whether he can stay lying down and just sort of shovel it into his mouth without killing himself somehow.]
Considerate of you. Thank you.
If I give it to Ryn to feed you, you think that'll work?
[ much like with gideon, he sits down on the floor in front of where thancred is settled, crossing his legs and holding the plate in his sole hand. he definitely sympathizes with the post-trip suffering. although they're way more banged up than he was. ]
You being vertical for extended periods sounds like an absolutely fuckoff bad idea.
[ much like with gideon, he sits down on the floor in front of where thancred is settled, crossing his legs and holding the plate in his sole hand. he definitely sympathizes with the post-trip suffering. although they're way more banged up than he was. ]
You being vertical for extended periods sounds like an absolutely fuckoff bad idea.
[opens one eye at him without actually moving because moving is bullshit right now. He's practically a black mage with how little he wants to move anywhere, at all, at any time, for any reason.]
...'ve seen this place before.
[He sips his water, wetting his throat before trying again.]
'member this. You live here.
...'ve seen this place before.
[He sips his water, wetting his throat before trying again.]
'member this. You live here.
... I want to borrow some of your biotech.
[ his voice is quiet, when he confesses this. lu bixing knows why, and he knows he doesn't have to clarify, but he does kick a leg a little to bounce his heel against the back of the couch as he huffs softly. ]
Not enough to disrupt my neck of the woods. Can't break things. But just enough. [ the fidgeting stills again. ] But - I think I'd lose my mind if I got to look at a real, genuine mech core. We can probably distract him if you make moon eyes at him.
[ his voice is quiet, when he confesses this. lu bixing knows why, and he knows he doesn't have to clarify, but he does kick a leg a little to bounce his heel against the back of the couch as he huffs softly. ]
Not enough to disrupt my neck of the woods. Can't break things. But just enough. [ the fidgeting stills again. ] But - I think I'd lose my mind if I got to look at a real, genuine mech core. We can probably distract him if you make moon eyes at him.
[Wow, his heart is pounding like it's going to beat right out of his chest, or jackrabbit so hard it stops! He'd prefer if that didn't happen. There are lots of people he likes around.
But when she calls for him he does rouse out of the dreamy reverie quickly, looking blearily in her general direction while slowly clarity settles back around his thoughts.]
...Ah.
[Okay. Okay. She's okay, except for like, all the ways she isn't, but.]
Lucky m'over here. I think something'd fall off if you punched me, at this point.
But when she calls for him he does rouse out of the dreamy reverie quickly, looking blearily in her general direction while slowly clarity settles back around his thoughts.]
...Ah.
[Okay. Okay. She's okay, except for like, all the ways she isn't, but.]
Lucky m'over here. I think something'd fall off if you punched me, at this point.
[THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR GLUING YOURSELF TO HIM WHEN YOU'RE ALSO INJURED.
but thank you for not letting him fall off the couch. And he settles fast when the familiarity of the hands on him settles back in; he knows who's holding him by touch alone, and that means it must — it must be fine.]
but thank you for not letting him fall off the couch. And he settles fast when the familiarity of the hands on him settles back in; he knows who's holding him by touch alone, and that means it must — it must be fine.]
[she looks like she is maybe about to die, a little, in more ways than one.]
No. I'm not going to hit you. [she says, and her voice is perhaps more strangled than she means for it to be.]
No. I'm not going to hit you. [she says, and her voice is perhaps more strangled than she means for it to be.]
[He's kind of quiet, and for a second he thinks of saying something like I could take it, like he's imitating what she'd say if their roles were exchanged. Answering sentimentality with a brush-off and teenage posturing. He thinks it'd make her laugh, maybe. It doesn't feel right when it's been too long since Gideon laughed or tossed her head or postured.
He lets out a slow breath, and doesn't say anything funny. He squints at Fairyfilia instead.]
...They followed us?
He lets out a slow breath, and doesn't say anything funny. He squints at Fairyfilia instead.]
...They followed us?
I don't.
[He just lets his arm flop, when pushed, like the tap gave him permission to just stop expending any energy to keep it aloft all at once. He's so tired.
But after a minute he kind of turns his head a little, looking at Bixing more closely, more head-on.]
Need you to. Answer something. ...For me.
[He just lets his arm flop, when pushed, like the tap gave him permission to just stop expending any energy to keep it aloft all at once. He's so tired.
But after a minute he kind of turns his head a little, looking at Bixing more closely, more head-on.]
Need you to. Answer something. ...For me.
[she swallows hard. be cool, nav.]
Looks like. [she shifts, and winces.] I still can't understand what it's saying.
[her little orange one is sitting on her head and absently braiding bits of gideon's hair.]
Looks like. [she shifts, and winces.] I still can't understand what it's saying.
[her little orange one is sitting on her head and absently braiding bits of gideon's hair.]
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