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Who: Chrono, Tide, whoeverrr
When: Day 142, afternoon
Where: PLACES
What: Some coma'd assholes not being in comas anymore

[In a certain Sparkly apartment, a sleeping tinydemon blinks awake slowly, staring at his ceiling with some amount of consternation.]

[AND MEANWHILE, in an manner comically similar to his first foray into the afterlife, a merpire stumbles rather ungracefully out of Pi-Lambda, hand braced against a wall for support and dripping wet from head to toe. He looks entirely put out, but... he at least has clothes on this time......]

How many goddamned times...

(( HEADING OUT FOR A BIT, pick ups later ))

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[... Quirks an eyebrow]

And you would be happy with that solution?

If you are vexed by me thinking about things you are going to spend a considerable amount of time in poor spirits.

[But that doesn't address how the reason for the problem is itself a problem and you know it and also fuck you.]

I am always in poor spirits.

And there is a difference between thinking about something and dwelling on something.

Much as there is a difference between dwelling and ruminating, yes.

Of course, that brings us back to matters of semantics.

I am not arguing semantic, I am arguing two entirely different--

...

[Seems to realize himself and just. Closes his mouth, depositing his head in one hand tiredly.]

[There's a moment of quieter silence, and

the light touch of a hand reaching out, ruffling Tide's bangs.]

[You know what

Just today

Fine.]

[It's not as light as it could be, nor as brief, for all that when he draws back it's with the air of one who acknowledges his trespass.]

...

You may just be the only person, in any life, who has had the nerve sufficient for that.

I have nothing to lose.

[... Snorts.]

A few fingers, at the least.

[His head tilts a little, and the hand that had ruffled Tide's hair raises again, resting light fingertips just on the bottom edge of Tide's lips.]

[Um this is not at all where these conversations usually go and I am too emotionally drained to be properly blasé about it

Instead he seems to opt for absolute, unrelenting stillness]

No.

[His fingers curl down, and pull away.]

It would seem I have less to fear than you would hope.

[There's a flash of something like mingled relief and disappointment, there and gone, before anger takes their place.

... Even while weak from comafever and other assorted unpleasantries, it doesn't take much effort at all to seize that offending wrist, shove Zexion over, and use that grip to pin him to the floor surrounding the pool.]

Are you toying with me?

[He's small after all, and light. And not resisting in the least; even shoved and pinned, his wrist remains relaxed in Tide's hand.

If anything there's simply the old, familiar discomfort of someone who dislikes being pressed against stone.]

No.

[His fingers tighten convulsively around that wrist while he practically quivers with anger and exhaustion]

Then you're doing a shitty job!

[There's a shadow of a wince, but that still draws no more reaction from him than a huffed sigh.

His free hand reaches up, arm circling behind Tide's neck and tugging him down, to were Tide's face would be hidden against Zexion's chest.]

Much as it may sometimes seem to the contrary, telepathy is not one of my talents. I cannot untangle your thoughts when you yourself do not know what you want of them, or of me.

[Fuckyoufuckyoufuckyou

He doesn't actually pull away from that, for all that every one of his muscles is coiled tight.]

Bastard--

Edited 2013-06-22 17:40 (UTC)

[He doesn't pull away, and Zexion doesn't let go—holding him there still.]

Perhaps for these few minutes it would be best to set the matter of your wants aside, and simply attend to what you need.

[He releases that wrist, finally, simply letting his hand fall to the stone limply.]

Were it that easy.

[Gathers that hand up (because neither of them need more memories of stone), fingers moving just a bit stiffly as he brings it close, his freed arm wrapping around Tide from the other side.]

'Difficult' is trying to sort through everything at once.

Begin at a place smaller than that.

Edited 2013-06-22 18:07 (UTC)

[It takes a long few moments of no response, no movement, hardly even an indrawn breath...

Before slowly, gradually, he forces away some of the tension.]

Edited 2013-06-22 18:25 (UTC)

[One of Zexion's hands shifts just a little to stroke over Tide's hair, lifting and shifting to stroke again, and again, each movement slow and measured.]