w2 curfew (library)

[agleam]

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[decaptych]

[ Well you know how it is. He's just kinda here lying on the floor of the library taking up a significant amount of space. Idk what the extent of his injuries are yet so you just get him... uh... resting early so to speak. ]

[technocool]

[ futaba sticks a sticky hand onto his forehead. there u go, friend ]

[decaptych]

[ . . .

Raising his better hand to take off this sticky hand. ]

The hell is this.

[technocool]

I didn't want to waste a ticket on a bandaid so this is gonna have to do.

[ she sticks another one on him ]

[decaptych]

On my forehead? That's like, one of the least injured parts of me, come on. Even my butt needs more healing than my forehead.

[ Patently false, everyone knows OOCly at least that he is mega-fucked up in the head. Anyway. He's kidding do not attempt to roll him over to sticky his butt. ]

[technocool]

You can get your own butt healing!!

[ she is in fact yelling this loud enough for everyone and their mother to hear ]

[decaptych]

Why the fuck are you yelling, be nice to me.

[ Help ]

[technocool]

[ she just mutters about how people are stupid and injured and smacks her sticky hand(s) on both his cheeks instead ]

[decaptych]

[ CHEEK (FACE), RIGHT?

But no yeah he'll just let Futaba bully him however he wants, just making vague funny faces while she does so. ]

[toesies]

...

We really should have grabbed blankets and pillows.

[decaptych]

It's okay. I'm pretty okay about sleeping on hard surfaces.

[toesies]

Please get higher standards.

[decaptych]

Sleep on an elevated floor?

[ Technically higher? ]

[toesies]

Oh, my god.

[decaptych]

Yeees?

[ Humour, the ultimate cure-all. ]

[toesies]

Shh. It we survive the night, I will make you sleep on a bed. Increase your standards! Practice self care!

[decaptych]

Oh, my god. [ Right back, trying to worm a little on the ground but he is just there and his legs are tied now so life is hard. ]

Okay, I'm sorry, I was just kidding. Bradley doesn't have a bed but I'll take his nicest couch next time, I swear.

I'll get normal sleep... tomorrow. I promise.

[sageguidance]

... I hope you are feeling better, now that you've returned.

[decaptych]

Could do better, but also could do worse. Honestly, I'll take what I can get.

[sageguidance]

That—that is something, aye. If there is aught else you would like, however, you need only say so.

[decaptych]

I want to see you eating a smore.

[ Plainly. ]

[sageguidance]

T— that's it?

[decaptych]

Yep.

It's even my dying wish. So you better.

[sageguidance]

Pfft. Well, I cannot deny a dying man that... Though, I do hope you do not for true!

[decaptych]

Yeah, yeah. I'm stabilised. Plus, I've learned I'm real hardy, even death isn't gonna stop me now, you know.

[ There's your comfort, while I look at my hands at the fact that his death tally is actually now at six. He is definitely kind of getting the impression that dying just isn't going to stop him anymore. ]