[Anyway, here's Thancred! Did anybody change him out of his magical girl outfit or is he still just rocking a pair of cat ears and jingle bells on every layer of his clothes. Anyway, he is sleeping on one of the couches and Ryn is apparently glued to him, which makes it extra awkward that occasionally he mumbles something like your lovely tentacles and possibly the sunset as your next landscape. But y'know. Sleepily, so it's tough to make it all entirely out.
Fairyfilia is also hanging around! She can't talk, but she's fussy and worried about him. She will approve of anyone who also seems worried about him too!
If you want him when he's awake, he'll rouse after a while and probably ask for something to eat. He's ravenous, actually; you can probably hear his stomach growling if you listen long enough.]
[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.
presumably this means ryn has to dodge at close range-- he's not interrupting, but he is trying to hold onto him to keep him from falling off the couch, wincing as he does. fuck.]
[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.]
[ if this man fell asleep hungry, kon's pretty sure that he'd wake them all up even when they'd been knocked out by weird curfew knockout powers. listen to that stomach? he doesn't want anything to do with his weird sleeptalk, because it's probably better not to ask.
so he will offer him some omurice from the massive batch that he brought. a plate for the old man. ]
Here, man, before you decide to chew off a tentacle by mistake.
[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.]
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.
[ going to very kindly ignore the sleep talking. playing deaf
but he does bring thancred a cup of water with a straw in it at some point so he doesn't even have to get up. here you go grandpa "hes younger than you bixing" grandpa ]
[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.]
[ he looks... surprised? brows jumping a little bit. ]
...I do, that's right. The biome seems to be pretty stable with it, right now. [ it's the sheer force of bixing's incredibly fussy and worried dad energy that's keeping it there. ]
Were you more awake than I thought when we brought you guys in here...? [ there is a whole as sign on the door. dancing robots included. ]
[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 moved so much, so many times, when he did not want to move. It is a blessing to just lie still and not move and only hurt when he has to breathe or like, thinks too hard.]
[He shakes his head, very slightly, but positioned like this it telegraphs his dissent well enough, as he mumbles: ]
For last week. M'so sorry. I hurt you.
[There's an odd tone to the way he's saying it, a sort of tired, understated urgency. Like he's not sure if he'll get another chance to, if he lets this one go by now.]
[ hi i'm attacking you now that i'm awake but yeah at some point jingheng just ends up close with his harpoon gun pointed AT THE DOOR. he'll let lu bixing bring him water or whatever, but lin jingheng will play guard dog.
if he ends up being lucid for a bit to eat kon's food, then: ]
[Still half-asleep as he is, the reference to tentacles doesn't quite connect at first, and so he glances up at where Ryn is still glued to his side (and probably still sleeping, at long last, the poor thing) and squints at his hair because honestly that's the first place his mind would naturally go, on a comment like that.
But then, of course, he has the chance to think about it.]
No, alas. Just fleeting notions of someone I'm certain I'll never see again.
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Fairyfilia is also hanging around! She can't talk, but she's fussy and worried about him. She will approve of anyone who also seems worried about him too!
If you want him when he's awake, he'll rouse after a while and probably ask for something to eat. He's ravenous, actually; you can probably hear his stomach growling if you listen long enough.]
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remember how thancred was dreaming a minute ago? SURPRISE HE'S NOT ASLEEP ANYMORE]
NAV!!
[and kind of thrashes like he's trying to lunge forward, white-faced, before slowly seeming to come around enough to realize where he is.]
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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.
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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.
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No. I'm not going to hit you. [she says, and her voice is perhaps more strangled than she means for it to be.]
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presumably this means ryn has to dodge at close range-- he's not interrupting, but he is trying to hold onto him to keep him from falling off the couch, wincing as he does. fuck.]
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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.]
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he remains quiet, though, still just holding him.]
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so he will offer him some omurice from the massive batch that he brought. a plate for the old man. ]
Here, man, before you decide to chew off a tentacle by mistake.
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[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.
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[ 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.
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[In other words, yes, it would work.]
And you're right. This is far preferable. If I don't get up for a sennight it'll be too soon.
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but he does bring thancred a cup of water with a straw in it at some point so he doesn't even have to get up. here you go grandpa "hes younger than you bixing" grandpa ]
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...'ve seen this place before.
[He sips his water, wetting his throat before trying again.]
'member this. You live here.
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...I do, that's right. The biome seems to be pretty stable with it, right now. [ it's the sheer force of bixing's incredibly fussy and worried dad energy that's keeping it there. ]
Were you more awake than I thought when we brought you guys in here...? [ there is a whole as sign on the door. dancing robots included. ]
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Yours.
[Childrens.]
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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.]
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[He moved so much, so many times, when he did not want to move. It is a blessing to just lie still and not move and only hurt when he has to breathe or like, thinks too hard.]
M'sorry.
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[he gently brushes thancred's bangs away from his face, there.]
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For last week. M'so sorry. I hurt you.
[There's an odd tone to the way he's saying it, a sort of tired, understated urgency. Like he's not sure if he'll get another chance to, if he lets this one go by now.]
Didn't make it up to you enough.
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if he ends up being lucid for a bit to eat kon's food, then: ]
Playing with tentacles in your sleep?
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[Still half-asleep as he is, the reference to tentacles doesn't quite connect at first, and so he glances up at where Ryn is still glued to his side (and probably still sleeping, at long last, the poor thing) and squints at his hair because honestly that's the first place his mind would naturally go, on a comment like that.
But then, of course, he has the chance to think about it.]
No, alas. Just fleeting notions of someone I'm certain I'll never see again.
[thancred what the actual fuck does that mean]
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Someone else with tentacles?
I don't think anyone could pry him away from you, so.
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[And tentacles, apparently.]
...Mm. Between him and Bixing, I suppose I'm rather doomed, aren't I?