Masaomi Kida (
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action and text; @bacura
[It's late on the seventh when Masaomi wakes up on a church pew. At first, he can't bring himself to do anything other than stare at his hands. Slowly he raises them above his head, takes in the palms, flips them over, hesitantly touches the backs, slides his fingers down his own arms.
He's whole.
Suddenly, he digs his nails in. It hurts, and he pulls back, leaving harsh red marks. Masaomi sits up then, still staring like he can't believe his own senses.
He's not crying. You're crying.]
[It's not until the eighth that he sends out another text. No ominous snapshots this time.]
Didn't cut it as a carny.
He's whole.
Suddenly, he digs his nails in. It hurts, and he pulls back, leaving harsh red marks. Masaomi sits up then, still staring like he can't believe his own senses.
He's not crying. You're crying.]
[It's not until the eighth that he sends out another text. No ominous snapshots this time.]
Didn't cut it as a carny.
..........fine; audio
When Masaomi caves and sends a quick soundbite, his voice is steady but also detached.]
I stay at the Invincible. The yellow tie door.
==> action, you really shouldn't be surprised
His expression is calm, maybe a bit sympathetic.]
Hey, kid.
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What was that? I couldn't hear what you said over the sound of you not using my name!
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Masaomi.
[He steps in and, guess what Masaomi, wraps an arm around his shoulders in another hug. He's gonna desensitize you through exposure, kiddo, if it's the last thing he does.]
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[He chuckles as he purposefully navigates his way under and out of Stone's arm hug. One day Stone will certainly succeed! But that day is not today. Not when the memory of being crowded by so many unseeing, uncaring spirits is still agonizingly fresh.]
Imagine that.
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You are impossible, you know that? How long have you been hiding out in here?
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How should I know? [He puffs, lying through his teeth.] I was asleep for most of it. Turns out all this dying and not dying can really take it out of you.
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[Stone puts his brows up pointedly.]
But I didn't die in that parade thing, either. I'm guessing you don't want to talk about it.
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Well, that's why he can't meet Stone eye to eye, isn't it? Because Masaomi can't match that boldness, and he hates it.]
I woke up about a day ago. In the church. Jason walked me back here.
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Good, glad someone was there for you. I wound up growling a lot at the metal boy, Daylight. Have you been in this room all that time?
[At least tell him you ate something, Masaomi.]
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...Mostly. [He chuckles, albeit sheepishly.] I really was tired. We pigged out on some jello first though. It's kinda become a tradition.
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I don't know what jello is, but it doesn't sound very filling. Come on. You're coming out of that room for long enough to grab something downstairs, then I'll leave you alone again. For a while.
[Ominous. Half-serious.]
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[Wait, hold up.]
...You don't know what jello is? What about gelatin?
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[He steps back, holding the door himself now, for Masaomi to follow him out. It's time for real food.]
Why don't you show me. There should be some down in the kitchen, if it's a normal Earth-type food, right?
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[Thrown by this particularly unexpected development, Masaomi can't even bring himself to argue. He drags his feet through the door frame and out into the hall.
Do alien grandpa dragons even like sweets? He's never thought about anything like this before. He's never thought he'd be herded down into the dining area by a very paternal monster either.
Just before he reaches the stairwell, he stops, turns back to Stone.]
What do you eat?
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Anything you eat. I need more meat than a human would, from what I can tell, being primarily a hunting species, but I can eat anything I want to.
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[Okay, he'll obediently descend the staircase now and even slide into the kitchen. He's just nabbed the perfect distraction: teaching alien grandpa dragon the wonders of jello.]