he's sort of phasing in and out of wakefulness, since the pain is excruciating, but he's also really really tired, so it's a bit up and down. Still, the door is open (probably so that whoever's around can keep an eye on him), and he's at least staying put.
There's a variety of... stuff around him. Glasses of water, cup of tea, pudding cups? Shockingly, considering his attitude, it looks like people have been coming around.]
here's a small teen sitting and apparently planning to make camp here. he has his notes and a book, so he's alternately working and reading while he keeps his vigil. better than being left alone to his thoughts, right now.
but he will glance over occasionally, almost just to reassure himself asch is still breathing... and at one point notes that he's awake again. he'll put down his book. ]
Asch...
[ ... he feels like an idiot. What does he even say? ]
He'd been fazing in and out, and for a while, he thought he might have hallucinated him. It had been happening. But, no, he was definitely here, doodling (or writing, maybe) in his notes, looking at him with a face no kid should have to bear.
So much for being a teacher.]
...Hey.
What're you... working on?
[He can't move much, but he can try and make conversation.]
[ fallible. who knew someone like asch could be fallible. ]
Nothing important... I, um, I actually decided to go see if I could find some books from your world. All I found was a history book, and, uh, this? [ he holds up a book that says "Star of Malkuth" on the cover. ] ... it's pretty weird.
well, things aren't okay, but ... he can breathe just a little easier than he was.
there's a faint smile on his own face as he carefully passes the history book over, making sure Asch has a good grip on it (with his SOLE REMAINING HAND) before letting go. ]
You know, it's weird. I can mostly understand it, believe it or not. That's been the case with just about everything I've read in the library, even when I can tell it's not in English.
[One-handedly, he lays it on his lap, and flips through it a bit. His profile clearly didn't lie—he's as deftly able with left hand as he is with his right.]
Strange. Looking at this now. Here.
[His finger stops on a page, traces it for a moment—and he closes it again.
The Rise of Kimlasca-Lanvaldear.]
The other one is a... novel. Fiction. A... a friend of mine... she liked it.
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WEEK 1: POST-BODY ANNOUNCEMENT
unremarkably
in bed.
he's sort of phasing in and out of wakefulness, since the pain is excruciating, but he's also really really tired, so it's a bit up and down. Still, the door is open (probably so that whoever's around can keep an eye on him), and he's at least staying put.
There's a variety of... stuff around him. Glasses of water, cup of tea, pudding cups? Shockingly, considering his attitude, it looks like people have been coming around.]
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here's a small teen sitting and apparently planning to make camp here. he has his notes and a book, so he's alternately working and reading while he keeps his vigil. better than being left alone to his thoughts, right now.
but he will glance over occasionally, almost just to reassure himself asch is still breathing... and at one point notes that he's awake again. he'll put down his book. ]
Asch...
[ ... he feels like an idiot. What does he even say? ]
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Isaac's still here.
He'd been fazing in and out, and for a while, he thought he might have hallucinated him. It had been happening. But, no, he was definitely here, doodling (or writing, maybe) in his notes, looking at him with a face no kid should have to bear.
So much for being a teacher.]
...Hey.
What're you... working on?
[He can't move much, but he can try and make conversation.]
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[ fallible. who knew someone like asch could be fallible. ]
Nothing important... I, um, I actually decided to go see if I could find some books from your world. All I found was a history book, and, uh, this? [ he holds up a book that says "Star of Malkuth" on the cover. ] ... it's pretty weird.
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And then...
...laughs.
Well. Laugh adjacent. What actually comes out is more of a hoarse, pained exhale.]
Of all the... things.
[The look on his face is nearly... nostalgic? Painfully so—and only half because of the actual, physical pain.]
Let me... see the history-- the history book.
[He turns his left hand over, covered with scratches, and gestures weakly to it.]
I guess you... can't read any of this, huh?
1/2
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well, things aren't okay, but ... he can breathe just a little easier than he was.
there's a faint smile on his own face as he carefully passes the history book over, making sure Asch has a good grip on it (with his SOLE REMAINING HAND) before letting go. ]
You know, it's weird. I can mostly understand it, believe it or not. That's been the case with just about everything I've read in the library, even when I can tell it's not in English.
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[One-handedly, he lays it on his lap, and flips through it a bit. His profile clearly didn't lie—he's as deftly able with left hand as he is with his right.]
Strange. Looking at this now. Here.
[His finger stops on a page, traces it for a moment—and he closes it again.
The Rise of Kimlasca-Lanvaldear.]
The other one is a... novel. Fiction. A... a friend of mine... she liked it.
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A friend of yours, huh...? Haha. Okay, I'll check it out. I've already read a little of it anyway.
... do you, uh, do you need anything, by the way? [ as he abruptly remembers the purpose for keeping vigil--to help asch, if need be. ]
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I... told you, right? [It's... funny, because it happened to him! He's allowed to say it now!!]
I'm okay. [but he nods at the sentiment.] What about-- what about you?
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it's weird that asch is being so nice. is this because he almost died?? what's happening. ]
... you're in a pretty good mood for a guy who lost an arm. [ half joking, half concerned. ]
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he leans back, closing his eyes, and sighs.]
Am I?
Maybe I'm just... I don't know.
[He searches for a way to describe it, fails, and tries again.]
Feeling a little less heavy.
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[ this is a serious question ]
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I don't really know.
I don't know what... happened.
[so the answer there is a solid maybe]
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That's fine. Don't worry about it, okay? Do you, I dunno, maybe wanna tell me more about your friend, or the book?
[ he's not gonna push a grievously injured dude on a relatively unimportant point but man it sure is weird! ]
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he closes his eyes, seemingly deep in thought.
there's another long pause.
then:]
Maybe I hit my head so hard, my funny bone popped back into place.
[the delivery is completely, absolutely, bone dry.
NO, ASCH, THAT'S JUST A CONCUSSION!!!!!!
IS HE WAITING FOR A LAUGH!???!!>!!!]
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it's quiet, but he laughs. ]
Idiot.
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HUMOR
HE'S GOT THIS
HEEL TURN HERE HE COMES!!!!!!!]
Hmph. [HE'S CLEARLY PLEASED...]
So?
How did your evening go?
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abruptly he just
leans forward, and
if asch doesn't stop him
he'll give the older boy a loose hug around the shoulders. ]
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what
what does he do with that?
it's just a loose hug. it's not anything at all. but it feels...
...like...
...like a home. a home he can't go back to. that isn't his anymore. he can see it in his mind's eye, every part of it.
he closes his eyes
and doesn't move.]
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Quietly: ]
It's ... going pretty okay.
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Time to pretend, for the both of them, that didn't happen!]
...Good.
[...
he picks up the history book again, and leafs through it directionlessly.]
Here. I'll... bore us both to sleep.