You've been busy with curses. [ Said with some airy tease in their tone. Giggling just for a moment. ] Can't say the same for myself outside the little curse war Boothill and I had. Between turning him into a pony and him turning me into a sheep in turn. Baad choice for him.
[ A small little blep of their tongue at that joke. Watching Sirius until the small little chao finally seems to doze off. Pulled a little from their attention as that arm settles and they freeze a little. In that notion of being unused to the contact, but they think of someone - a man with a mask that covers only one half of his face. A sunshine smile who draws them into hugs and their next breath is a bit shakier.
They don't realize the way their eye wells with a bit of tear until that hand brings a finger to their cheek. That eye slips closed, leaning into the touch. Starved for that contact. The thoughts to support it. (real. warm. I'm here. exist.) Before those thoughts fade out too. ]
It was... [ Their brows furrow. Trying to remember. ] The.. first week I was here? Or...
[ Their thoughts are a scribbled mess trying to remember. Coming and going. A sigh out. ]
An excursion on Thursday. Alex and Mizuki were there, too.
[ okay that gets him, genuine laugh, though it tapers off slowly.
you are here and you exist. i'll remind you as many times as it takes. he offers him a soft smile, tired and gentle as he isn't sure, thoughts hesitant. this does not exist where he must return to. it's gone, stolen. he'll lose it again.
but that is the way, isn't it? he doesn't pull away, but remains, steady, rooted. ]
That's alright... easy...
[ as he perceives that scribbled mess of thoughts, fingertips glancing up just to push a bit of their hair out of the way. ]
Busy from the jump then... should have known you couldn't stay out of trouble...
[ it isn't even their fault!!! but his expression remains ]
[ It's always scary to be perceived. Shown in the slightly embarrassed, mostly guilty look to have their thoughts known so obviously. This was always a difficult effect to get used to.
Peeking at that smile and answering with a soft hum. Nice to have in their moment but.. short-lived. Their attention turns away with a raise of their eye as those fingers drift. Feeling the brush of their hair, tilting their head to brush against that hand. In the same way a cat might ask for touch. If because Siffrin will always, deep down be afraid to ask. They opt to not close their eye and risk whatever nightmare might greet them. Focus on the present instead. ]
Not one to always sit still. Better odds this time though. I remember I ended up on two of them back in Heaven.
[ So just the one here isn't too bad. They're basically any expert by now? Unsure if that's really all that comforting but.. they offer those words anyway. ]
Coming back from them here is easier than over there. Plenty of ways to heal up.
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[ A small little blep of their tongue at that joke. Watching Sirius until the small little chao finally seems to doze off. Pulled a little from their attention as that arm settles and they freeze a little. In that notion of being unused to the contact, but they think of someone - a man with a mask that covers only one half of his face. A sunshine smile who draws them into hugs and their next breath is a bit shakier.
They don't realize the way their eye wells with a bit of tear until that hand brings a finger to their cheek. That eye slips closed, leaning into the touch. Starved for that contact. The thoughts to support it. (real. warm. I'm here. exist.) Before those thoughts fade out too. ]
It was... [ Their brows furrow. Trying to remember. ] The.. first week I was here? Or...
[ Their thoughts are a scribbled mess trying to remember. Coming and going. A sigh out. ]
An excursion on Thursday. Alex and Mizuki were there, too.
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you are here and you exist. i'll remind you as many times as it takes. he offers him a soft smile, tired and gentle as he isn't sure, thoughts hesitant. this does not exist where he must return to. it's gone, stolen. he'll lose it again.
but that is the way, isn't it? he doesn't pull away, but remains, steady, rooted. ]
That's alright... easy...
[ as he perceives that scribbled mess of thoughts, fingertips glancing up just to push a bit of their hair out of the way. ]
Busy from the jump then... should have known you couldn't stay out of trouble...
[ it isn't even their fault!!! but his expression remains ]
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Peeking at that smile and answering with a soft hum. Nice to have in their moment but.. short-lived. Their attention turns away with a raise of their eye as those fingers drift. Feeling the brush of their hair, tilting their head to brush against that hand. In the same way a cat might ask for touch. If because Siffrin will always, deep down be afraid to ask. They opt to not close their eye and risk whatever nightmare might greet them. Focus on the present instead. ]
Not one to always sit still. Better odds this time though. I remember I ended up on two of them back in Heaven.
[ So just the one here isn't too bad. They're basically any expert by now? Unsure if that's really all that comforting but.. they offer those words anyway. ]
Coming back from them here is easier than over there. Plenty of ways to heal up.