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[Video, audio, he doesn't care, he just wants to tell... um... who was he trying to talk to? Somebody he knows well enough to launch into things this way. But his audience is going to be bigger, apparently.
His eyes are awfully out of focus for this while he's at it, unusually wide just in the effort to get past some on-off double vision. But registering a record light's on after a few seconds, he lets them fall shut.
A sleepless month is one thing. A sleepless month without his other half is another, and along with losing sight of how to make private messages, by now he's wholly exasperated with what all he's caught ear of lately, too. So venting he goes....]
Listen, I've been hearing it.... "who is it" and "why" and... "when"... when is it over. Nobody wants somebody in their head, huh. Or to be in some... others' head. But I miss it.
Some... ha - some cat was in my head like once like that, though, did you know? We hated each other... he probably still does... somewhere. [And proof he's that tired, he smiles a little, resting his head against a nice cool wall. Oh, those days seem awfully far off, and he doesn't know whether the past or present holds the lesser evil.]
But now I'm not hearing anybody! Not even who I want, and I hate it, this is not the way... it's supposed to be. That's what I want over. What I do hear, he's feeling bad. I hear that....
[He goes quiet for a bit. Is he running out of steam already?
Maybe not. So often he's woken up again just like this, with a snap of his eyes and a fold of his ears, why.... So far there's one reason for it he can identify, even while he's out of it.]
Something's wrong in those dreams they have... [And thus he's doubly restless, unable to do a thing about it.] I don't know how long it's been anymore... but they need to wake up.
[Who he's rambling about could not be cryptic to all of two people or so, but remember, he doesn't know what on earth's he's doing here. And they know so much... they could tell him something, can't they?]
Or can I sleep, too....
His eyes are awfully out of focus for this while he's at it, unusually wide just in the effort to get past some on-off double vision. But registering a record light's on after a few seconds, he lets them fall shut.
A sleepless month is one thing. A sleepless month without his other half is another, and along with losing sight of how to make private messages, by now he's wholly exasperated with what all he's caught ear of lately, too. So venting he goes....]
Listen, I've been hearing it.... "who is it" and "why" and... "when"... when is it over. Nobody wants somebody in their head, huh. Or to be in some... others' head. But I miss it.
Some... ha - some cat was in my head like once like that, though, did you know? We hated each other... he probably still does... somewhere. [And proof he's that tired, he smiles a little, resting his head against a nice cool wall. Oh, those days seem awfully far off, and he doesn't know whether the past or present holds the lesser evil.]
But now I'm not hearing anybody! Not even who I want, and I hate it, this is not the way... it's supposed to be. That's what I want over. What I do hear, he's feeling bad. I hear that....
[He goes quiet for a bit. Is he running out of steam already?
Maybe not. So often he's woken up again just like this, with a snap of his eyes and a fold of his ears, why.... So far there's one reason for it he can identify, even while he's out of it.]
Something's wrong in those dreams they have... [And thus he's doubly restless, unable to do a thing about it.] I don't know how long it's been anymore... but they need to wake up.
[Who he's rambling about could not be cryptic to all of two people or so, but remember, he doesn't know what on earth's he's doing here. And they know so much... they could tell him something, can't they?]
Or can I sleep, too....
video; private (or as private as anything is these days)
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Wall....
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[Yes, he's bigger than her. Just. No, she doesn't care.]
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Why? You know it's not helping him, right?
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[He didn't even get very far, that's the worst part.]
It's no good...!
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Ugh, no. Come over.
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... Okay.
[And look at that, he's stoop up, he's coming along....]
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...
oh, wow, that was easier than anticipated.
FRANTICALLY PUTTING ON PANTS NBD]
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But knock knock? Or more like one knock and a mild bump of his knuckles against the door... good job, A for effort.]
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Hey, Konoe.
[Did you want a hug
too bad you're getting a hug]
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One thing he'd overlooked about this "sitting at his coma'd Touga's side all day" thing is that it's not technically contact with another person.]
Heather... I'm sorry.
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[that response is about what she expected, but still alarming. Konoe, pls. Heather's just going to gently pilot him inside, waving the door closed behind them and steering him over to the bed to sit, never letting go of him because she's about 75% sure that doing so will result in a fuzzy little puddle on her floor.]
I know it's hard. I can't imagine how much worse it's gotta be for you, with your whole... thing.
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Getting off his feet again is nice and he lets out a sigh. His thing... their thing. His ears twitch.]
It's... being apart, but knowing how he feels... all the time. And knowing it's not good. I wasn't sleeping much before the Jump, but...
[In fact there goes a yawn, and he lifts his hand up to rub at his eye with the heel of his palm.]
Yeah.
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but that is some bullshit right there.]
You're not gonna be able to help him if you're dead on your feet, buddy. What have you tried already? To get you to sleep, I mean.
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Tried, um... before the jump neither of us could. So we tried eating more warm food, but that didn't work. Or just resting or grooming but that didn't....
And then we tried to wear ourselves out instead... so we sparred a few times and had s... some other things to do, but. It didn't work for long.
[The end of his tail has gone restless, twitching crookedly while he's stuck furrowing his brow. Was that everything...?]
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What about since? Whatever was stopping us from sleeping before, I'm pretty sure it's stopped now. You want a sleeping pill?
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But then huh - ]
It has, hasn't it... I heard about that.... [And he frowns in thought. Early as the Jump itself he could've been out like a light, so why wasn't he...?] I still couldn't.
[But that option? That he missed, and he looks to Heather again.]
A Pill?
video;
Exhibit A: the bitchface
Exhibit B: the background is moving
Exhibit C: he, uh. Kind of forgets what he was going to say as soon as the feed starts.]
...Konoe.
[youtried.jpg]
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Netherlands?
[... He's sure he's only supposed to see one of him, but that doesn't seem the case, quite.]
[ video ]
[They are really really great at this.]
You're confused. [In regular person speak that is supposed to be a question...] I think.
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Know - no. That's not right.
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[Also, the background has suddenly gone from oxygen gardens to hallways.]
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I don't know....
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Should've.
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Oh. Okay.
I can come later, then. Bring a meal...
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You can...? That would be great.
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Mm. I can, uh - when should I come.
audio permalocked.
can't lock for beans [ video ]
Just one now.
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[To a point beyond words, even - or almost.]
Not much. Not... every day.
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[And after all the time he's been spending in Medbay? He should be ashamed.... he kind of is, in fact.]
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