[Anything else he was going to say is cut off by a violent sneeze as he suddenly sprouts beautiful and undeserved angelic wings from his back. Like the "be not afraid" six pair kind.]
[ BUDDY.... mood though, laurence isn't looking so hot, either. he's not kaworu's biggest fan by any means - thinks he's a weird little dude - but no one should have to suffer today's hell alone. ]
Today sucked, didn't it.
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[ over in the vegetable gardens, laurence is watching an arm attempt to lift a particularly large squash. all the chaos are working soooo hard and it wants to help. ]
[Just getting this rolling because I have been so slow. Laurence and Kaworu are somewhere in the house of mirrors when the dark glass turns red, showing the sun setting over a giant lake in a destroyed city within a memory].
Huh? You mean Iris...? [ which itself brings a whole slew of complicated emotions bubbling to the surface, not unlike those from the memory. ] What for?
[ i really lost this tab good god. but who can blame you kaworu!! today is awful!!
the vibes here are rancid as hell but he's not selfish enough to ignore kaworu. there's a little concern coming through all the frustration and grief. ]
[Kaworu finds Laurence as soon as he can. He runs towards him, wild and desperate, as though afraid he might vanish like Akhiko's body. He felt the same as when Anders had returned after Hawke's execution... like he was fragile and if Kaworu didn't keep him close, he might crumble away.
He doesn't want Laurence to crumble.
Still, he stops short of touching him even though he wants nothing more than to fling his arms around the other boy.]
[ he doesn't respond immediately. he's still staring in disbelief at the place that akihiko was just moments ago, but he hears his name, distantly, and looks up at kaworu, expression pained.
he's not crumbling away physically, but he might emotionally. ]
[ WHY DID I JUST WRITE SATURDAY. JESUS. anyway they are on the train! ...to nowhere, apparently, because they are still on the train after waking up. hm. ]
[Outside wherever Laurence is with some clean clothes he got from Amaz*n. They're probably really stylish because he's so gay that he would be naturally good at that.]
[Wherever Laurence is, feel free to set the location, Kaworu is reaching out to hug the other boy like he did on Sunday after the trial. Except this time there's a neediness in the embrace. Like this is as much for Kaworu himself as it is to comfort Laurence.]
[ well!! i guess he can be high still for kaworu. he is genuinely just vibing for now. he has a paper flower tucked into his hair and probably still smells nasty from the jamboree but you know!! it's fine!! ]
[Wouldn't it be funny if he wasn't though? HELP I FAILED TO POST THIS.
But no he's on a bed, a cool cloth on his forehead to bring the fever down. His right eye and arm are bandaged. His left eye stars blankly at the ceiling as though in a trance.]
[Walking around where the beach used to be. He looks a little sad :(
But at least his injuries seem to be better, he's gone from a sling to a few bandages on his arm and instead of having entire eye covered in a bandage, he just has one below his eye and one over his eyebrow.]
week 1, monday
Trick or treat candy...?
[ and then it moves and he jumps back a bit like a startled cat. in fact, he sprouts cat ears specifically for this moment. ]
Wha?!
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week 1, Saturday
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Today sucked, didn't it.
[ voice still a bit hoarse as he kneels beside kaworu. ]
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week 2, monday
Give it a rest, already. You're just one arm.
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What is that thing?
[Both the arm and the squash tbh.]
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W3, Wednesday
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You don't really think people only care about their friends, do you?
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week 4, Monday
Laurrrrrrrrence. Think of your friend again. Please.
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Huh? You mean Iris...? [ which itself brings a whole slew of complicated emotions bubbling to the surface, not unlike those from the memory. ] What for?
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Week 4, Saturday
(He already yarfed in the nearby bushes. :(]
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...Kaworu?
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Week 4, Sunday
He doesn't want Laurence to crumble.
Still, he stops short of touching him even though he wants nothing more than to fling his arms around the other boy.]
Laurence...
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week 5, monday
Did we just loop back around?
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week 5, wednesday
So... Yves said you can play piano. Is that true?
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[There's pride there that if they weren't cursed it would seem definitely unusual. Or maybe it still does!]
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Week 5, Thursday
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Oh thank god. You're a lifesaver.
[ HE HATES THIS MAID OUTFIT runs to change ]
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Week 5, Friday
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Three of them. God.
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w5 saturday
Kaworu, I'm hungry. Grab a snack with me?
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Yeah.
[Just sliding his hand into Laurence's?]
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w6 monday
Apple blood?
[ the fuck? ]
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But no he's on a bed, a cool cloth on his forehead to bring the fever down. His right eye and arm are bandaged. His left eye stars blankly at the ceiling as though in a trance.]
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Week 6, Sunday
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What were you doing in there? Aren't you allergic?
[ ISN'T THAT BAD FOR YOU WHILE YOU'RE HEALING.... ]
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Week 7, Monday
But at least his injuries seem to be better, he's gone from a sling to a few bandages on his arm and instead of having entire eye covered in a bandage, he just has one below his eye and one over his eyebrow.]
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Looks like it. Insane that it can do that much.
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Did you decide what you wanted to do, after all?
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[He's barefoot, drawing idly in the sand with his finger, letting the surf wash over his toes.]
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Week 7, Final Day
Not sure what this is?
[Attatched to the note is a piece of paper that has Laurence's name on it and notes written on hand drawn ledger lines.]
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What the hell...?
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