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[ Well that had been... something?
Yeah, sure. Something. He'll leave it at that.
Still, doing nothing more than blinking and finding yourself in a totally different location two weeks later is beyond strange and Yata is determined to get his feet underneath him one again. So he's set out upon the town to do... something?
Yeah, sure. Something. He's not sure what yet, but he'll figure it out. For now, at least, he's just skating around, making sure that he remembers where everything is and who everyone is. And it's to that end that he calls out to the people he passes.
Familiar people are greeted with a simple: ] Hey.
[ ... you know, like he hasn't been mysteriously absent the past two weeks. Strangers, on the other hand, are given a brief, puzzled stare and then: ]
Huh. Are you new here?
Yeah, sure. Something. He'll leave it at that.
Still, doing nothing more than blinking and finding yourself in a totally different location two weeks later is beyond strange and Yata is determined to get his feet underneath him one again. So he's set out upon the town to do... something?
Yeah, sure. Something. He's not sure what yet, but he'll figure it out. For now, at least, he's just skating around, making sure that he remembers where everything is and who everyone is. And it's to that end that he calls out to the people he passes.
Familiar people are greeted with a simple: ] Hey.
[ ... you know, like he hasn't been mysteriously absent the past two weeks. Strangers, on the other hand, are given a brief, puzzled stare and then: ]
Huh. Are you new here?
[ There's a statue in the kitchen - and then, the very next moment, there suddenly isn't. Instead there's a person - a particular redhead, in fact - crashing to the ground with a loud clatter, a louder shout of surprise, and a lot of startled coughing.
Where... is he? Inside? Why his he inside? How is he inside? Why is the inside of his mouth dusty? ]
Sar--
[ And that's as far as he gets before dissolving into more choked coughing. Hopefully Fushimi is nearby. ]
Where... is he? Inside? Why his he inside? How is he inside? Why is the inside of his mouth dusty? ]
Sar--
[ And that's as far as he gets before dissolving into more choked coughing. Hopefully Fushimi is nearby. ]
[ Do you know who is laying face down on the bed like the most pathetic lump of person you've ever seen in your entire right? That's right, it's Fushimi, doing his best impression of a dead body-- up until he hears the crash and the familiar shout.
Fushimi rolls out of bed and nearly trips scrambling out of the door, kicking the blanket off as he goes. He looks like hell -- he's given up on even the pretense of keeping his hair swept back, which makes him look about five years younger, and the bags under his eyes could form their own government systems at this point -- but it's fine.
He makes it into the kitchen and then stops, just kind of.
Staring.
For a minute. ]
Misaki?
Fushimi rolls out of bed and nearly trips scrambling out of the door, kicking the blanket off as he goes. He looks like hell -- he's given up on even the pretense of keeping his hair swept back, which makes him look about five years younger, and the bags under his eyes could form their own government systems at this point -- but it's fine.
He makes it into the kitchen and then stops, just kind of.
Staring.
For a minute. ]
Misaki?
[ Yata hears Fushimi coming before he sees him and jumps to his feet, unwilling to look cool in front of Fushimi or Akira or - god forbid - Guren, or whoever it is that happens to be coming down the stairs.
Of course, once Yata actually sees Fushimi all thoughts of his own dignity fly out the window. He stares at him for a moment, openly shocked, then hurries across the kitchen. ]
Saru? What happened?
Of course, once Yata actually sees Fushimi all thoughts of his own dignity fly out the window. He stares at him for a moment, openly shocked, then hurries across the kitchen. ]
Saru? What happened?
[ Fushimi reaches out and just sort of. Touches Yata's shoulder, like he's not entirely convinced Yata is real. Which he isn't; this place has preyed on all of Fushimi's poor sanity for months now, and it's been a downward trend even before Yata turned into a statue, but...
Once Fushimi is sure that it's Yata, and that Yata is fine and real and not some sort of horrible hallucination created specifically to hurt Fushimi, he steps forward and resumes his really solid (like, 11/10, judges agree) impression of a dead body, sliding his arms over Yata's shoulder and letting his weight rest on the smaller man. ]
You were gone. [ It's a good thing Yata's reasonably skilled in understanding muffled Fushimi-speak because Fushimi is speaking directly into Yata's slightly dusty shoulder. ] Everyone was gone.
Once Fushimi is sure that it's Yata, and that Yata is fine and real and not some sort of horrible hallucination created specifically to hurt Fushimi, he steps forward and resumes his really solid (like, 11/10, judges agree) impression of a dead body, sliding his arms over Yata's shoulder and letting his weight rest on the smaller man. ]
You were gone. [ It's a good thing Yata's reasonably skilled in understanding muffled Fushimi-speak because Fushimi is speaking directly into Yata's slightly dusty shoulder. ] Everyone was gone.
[ You know what's been fun? Not this week, that's for sure. Between struggling to fight off sickness, trying to take care of his fellow reds, and being separated from his consigliere, he was just... exhausted? Yeah. Yeah, that was a fitting word to describe this.
He was probably a little dazed when Yata spotted him, giving a sniff or two, clearly getting over the worst of a cold. But he almost instantly snapped out of it from the familiar voice. It's a little funny, because he knew about his predicament, and he knew that, in the end, he'd be okay, much like Elizabeth and Vriska, but... the thing with that is... he never really knew Elizabeth and Vriska prior to their stone-turning. Him, though?
Sorry, but instead of a greeting back, you're getting a hug, Yata. Caramia near threw himself at this idiot, arms flung around him rather haphazardly, but hopefully as comfortingly as he was trying to be. ]
You're okay! [ This all might've been... a little too exaggerated, really. Sure, he was stone for a while, but shit, Caramia... ] You... are okay, right? How are you feeling? Have... have you eaten anything?
[ Priorities. ]
He was probably a little dazed when Yata spotted him, giving a sniff or two, clearly getting over the worst of a cold. But he almost instantly snapped out of it from the familiar voice. It's a little funny, because he knew about his predicament, and he knew that, in the end, he'd be okay, much like Elizabeth and Vriska, but... the thing with that is... he never really knew Elizabeth and Vriska prior to their stone-turning. Him, though?
Sorry, but instead of a greeting back, you're getting a hug, Yata. Caramia near threw himself at this idiot, arms flung around him rather haphazardly, but hopefully as comfortingly as he was trying to be. ]
You're okay! [ This all might've been... a little too exaggerated, really. Sure, he was stone for a while, but shit, Caramia... ] You... are okay, right? How are you feeling? Have... have you eaten anything?
[ Priorities. ]
Edited 2018-06-03 03:24 (UTC)
[ Long version: Yata had been unconscious and/or a statue for the past couple of weeks, missing all sorts of weird shit with talking birds and emotional trauma.
Short version: What the fuck?
But Yata's been more or less caught up and learned something very important: Guren had a fight. That doesn't sound exactly unlike him, but apparently this one caused him some trouble. Guren's not home when Yata 'wakes up', but that's not a problem.
When Guren is home, however, Yata is nowhere in sight... at least not until Guren goes upstairs. Then he'll find Yata right where he belongs: sprawled out on Guren's floor, boredly flipping through a picture book he'd scavenged shortly before getting turned into a rock.
But when Guren enters he sits up and sets it aside without hesitation, lifting his head in a short wave. ]
Yo.
Short version: What the fuck?
But Yata's been more or less caught up and learned something very important: Guren had a fight. That doesn't sound exactly unlike him, but apparently this one caused him some trouble. Guren's not home when Yata 'wakes up', but that's not a problem.
When Guren is home, however, Yata is nowhere in sight... at least not until Guren goes upstairs. Then he'll find Yata right where he belongs: sprawled out on Guren's floor, boredly flipping through a picture book he'd scavenged shortly before getting turned into a rock.
But when Guren enters he sits up and sets it aside without hesitation, lifting his head in a short wave. ]
Yo.
[ Is Fushimi okay...?
Probably not Yata thinks, frowning as Fushimi reaches out to touch his shoulder. And then Fushimi oozes forward and onto Yata and 'probably not' turns into 'definitely not'. Yata freezes for a moment, lifting his arms awkwardly. ]
Saru--
[ Oh jeeze, he's never felt quite so unsure of what to do, and at the same time he reacts like nothing could be more natural, sliding his arms around Fushimi and pressing his hands against his back. ]
I wasn't gone, I was just outside--
[ So why is he inside? ]
Probably not Yata thinks, frowning as Fushimi reaches out to touch his shoulder. And then Fushimi oozes forward and onto Yata and 'probably not' turns into 'definitely not'. Yata freezes for a moment, lifting his arms awkwardly. ]
Saru--
[ Oh jeeze, he's never felt quite so unsure of what to do, and at the same time he reacts like nothing could be more natural, sliding his arms around Fushimi and pressing his hands against his back. ]
I wasn't gone, I was just outside--
[ So why is he inside? ]
[ It's kind of late by now and Yata should probably just let Akira rest... but this is sort of important. Yata meanders over to Akira's door and actually knocks (it's not like this is Guren's) room, though he doesn't wait for an answer before he speaks up. ]
Akira, we gotta talk.
[ He sounds... tired. Serious. Not like Yata. ]
... And I'm not a statue anymore.
[ ... Maybe a little like Yata. ]
Akira, we gotta talk.
[ He sounds... tired. Serious. Not like Yata. ]
... And I'm not a statue anymore.
[ ... Maybe a little like Yata. ]
Two weeks. You were gone for two weeks. [ Fushimi moves a little, just enough so that his mouth isn't pressed against Yata's shirt anymore -- mostly so he can inhale without choking and dying. He can handle being a mess, but choking on dust is a little more undignified than he can handle right now; he can't guarantee the coughing wouldn't turn into either crying or manic laughter and really both of those seem like really poor life choices, even coming from Fushimi "Bad Life Decisions" Saruhiko. ]
... not gone. A statue. [ Like something out of a fairytale, ha ha, Fushimi hates this place and everything about it, it's only predictable in the worst ways.
And then, after a second, Fushimi says a single thing that will singlehandedly give way to the root of all his anxiety for the moment -- ]
Guren said you might not come back.
[ Bus, under, thrown. Eat shit, Ichinose. ]
... not gone. A statue. [ Like something out of a fairytale, ha ha, Fushimi hates this place and everything about it, it's only predictable in the worst ways.
And then, after a second, Fushimi says a single thing that will singlehandedly give way to the root of all his anxiety for the moment -- ]
Guren said you might not come back.
[ Bus, under, thrown. Eat shit, Ichinose. ]
[When Guren first sees Yata there, he stops in the doorway, genuinely surprised. Relieved. Thank god. He's okay, Fushimi will be okay, he doesn't have to worry about that anymore. Yata is here.
Of course, he can't let that last on his face for more than a couple seconds. He steps inside, scowling.]
Who the hell said you could be in my room? Get lost.
Of course, he can't let that last on his face for more than a couple seconds. He steps inside, scowling.]
Who the hell said you could be in my room? Get lost.
[ What is with people and hugging him tonight? It's like he was gone or something.
In any case, Yata should be ready for it, but isn't, an it's only luck that he steps back off his skateboard as he catches Caramia and doesn't manage to trip on. ]
Woah! Geez, yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine...
[ Somehow, patting Caramia on the head comes more naturally to him than anything he'd done with Fushimi earlier. ]
I was just some sort of weird statue, I guess...
In any case, Yata should be ready for it, but isn't, an it's only luck that he steps back off his skateboard as he catches Caramia and doesn't manage to trip on. ]
Woah! Geez, yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine...
[ Somehow, patting Caramia on the head comes more naturally to him than anything he'd done with Fushimi earlier. ]
I was just some sort of weird statue, I guess...
[ It's too late, Guren. Yata saw. Yata saw everything.
Fortunately (?) for Guren, Yata is still an easily distracted idiot. Guren tells him to get lost and Yata scowls as he climbs to his feet, if less vehemently than he may have otherwise. ]
You get lost. Why'd you tell Saru I wasn't coming back?
Fortunately (?) for Guren, Yata is still an easily distracted idiot. Guren tells him to get lost and Yata scowls as he climbs to his feet, if less vehemently than he may have otherwise. ]
You get lost. Why'd you tell Saru I wasn't coming back?
Tch. That baby cried to you about that?
[He's so nice... He loves you all, really. He doesn't react at all when Yata stands up, standing in place a foot or two away.]
I told him you might not come back, because it was the truth. You want me to lie to him? Coddle him? Too bad. Stay here and do that yourself.
[He's so nice... He loves you all, really. He doesn't react at all when Yata stands up, standing in place a foot or two away.]
I told him you might not come back, because it was the truth. You want me to lie to him? Coddle him? Too bad. Stay here and do that yourself.
I don't know. He was gone, too.
[ Fushimi isn't moving, so good luck trying to dislodge him to go fight Guren. You'd think that Fushimi would be doing his best impersonation of someone playing "human touch is lava", but no, he seems pretty content to stay exactly where he is, draped over Yata and mumbling vaguely into Yata's clothing. ]
We failed at something, so we came back... But you didn't.
[ Fushimi isn't moving, so good luck trying to dislodge him to go fight Guren. You'd think that Fushimi would be doing his best impersonation of someone playing "human touch is lava", but no, he seems pretty content to stay exactly where he is, draped over Yata and mumbling vaguely into Yata's clothing. ]
We failed at something, so we came back... But you didn't.
He wasn't really eating or anything. So what if you didn't come back? I'm supposed to let him get lost in his own head?
He has to face reality.
[Guren sighs, one hand on his hip, and looks somewhere else in the room.] But it's good to see you back. Was it an instant for you?
He has to face reality.
[Guren sighs, one hand on his hip, and looks somewhere else in the room.] But it's good to see you back. Was it an instant for you?
[ This conversation is rapidly escaping Yata. He frowns, totally at a loss for what to ask next. There's just so much that feels important to address, but after a moment... ]
What did you-- fail at? I mean, how? Was it like fixing the town that one time?
What did you-- fail at? I mean, how? Was it like fixing the town that one time?
I see...
[That's good to note. He's sure Fushimi has filled Yata in, so he doesn't bother, moving past him finally to head towards his desk.]
Alright. Welcome back. Now get out of my room, already.
[That's good to note. He's sure Fushimi has filled Yata in, so he doesn't bother, moving past him finally to head towards his desk.]
Alright. Welcome back. Now get out of my room, already.
Blues weren't supposed to eat. Reds weren't supposed to take things. [ Fushimi makes a vague movement that might be an attempt at a shrug, but it's sort of hard to tell when he's still full-on dissolving onto Yata.
He finally pulls himself back up, adjusting his glasses. They've imprinted slightly onto his forehead while he had his face mashed into Yata, leaving a red line across the bridge of his nose, and he isn't making eye contact. ]
There was coffee, so I failed. [ Intentionally. ]
He finally pulls himself back up, adjusting his glasses. They've imprinted slightly onto his forehead while he had his face mashed into Yata, leaving a red line across the bridge of his nose, and he isn't making eye contact. ]
There was coffee, so I failed. [ Intentionally. ]
On purpose.
[Guren opens his laptop as Yata talks, but he doesn't log in, yet. Leaning back in his chair, he glances back at him.]
Why?
[Guren opens his laptop as Yata talks, but he doesn't log in, yet. Leaning back in his chair, he glances back at him.]
Why?
[ Yata listens intently - more intently than is normal for him, really - initially reflecting that it should have been easy for Fushimi to just not eat. It's not like he ever does anyway, right?
But there was coffee, so of course Fushimi didn't make it. Yata heaves a sigh. ]
Well... was there any sort of weird punishment for messing up?
But there was coffee, so of course Fushimi didn't make it. Yata heaves a sigh. ]
Well... was there any sort of weird punishment for messing up?
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