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...please... {He whispers brokenly.}
[When he hears Xie Lian's voice on the other side, however, dread grips his heart. It's not often that he hears his friend so broken. In a place like this, Sunny fears the cause.
[The door is yanked open; immediately, Xie Lian's hand is in Sunny's, the boy's face broken open with concern.]
Lian...? What's...wrong?
I... Can you keep me company? {Until his dreams recede and he remembers not to fear them.} I'm sorry.
[Sunny pulls the man into his room, closing the door behind him. He leads them to his bed, sitting down, guiding Xie Lian with his hand to join him.
[He doesn't stop there, however. He places his hand lightly on the man's head, attempting to guide him down to rest in Sunny's lap.]
Of course...
I will...
Don't...don't be sorry...
He isn't broken. He just hasn't had a moment to breathe! Stumbling into the room, he follows Sunny's guidance, curling up like a small child, his head on his friend's lap.}
I was pierced...a hundred times...by a sword. He said it would save everyone from the...Human Face...disease. It hurt, Sunny. It hurt so much I wanted to die. But I couldn't.
I healed and returned to help the kingdom that conquered my own. I wanted peace. I wasn't... I wasn't looking to harm them. But my cousin was different. All of my good work was undone and I was blamed for the treachery. My student...he stabbed me through and buried me. I was alive.
I was buried for years. {He shivers and grips his blanket tighter.} I escaped. After a hundred years.
I wandered, fearing him... White No-Face... The one who caused the Human Face disease. The one who caused my torture. He hounded me.
The entire time, I never realized... He was my mentor. The Emperor of Heaven. He wanted to drive me insane.
[ BB sends a picture of herself with the moon in the background and the caption like this: 📎Image ]
[ No context, just that, her void space basically. ]
Then BB will replace it with her own moon.
[You know what’s a great way to express heartfelt gratitude towards someone whose presence your dubious emotional stability hinged on for roughly fourteen days straight? Alcohol. If you’re Aubrey, the answer is alcohol.
[No, really. It’s good—can be good, to a point. And Sunny’s wanted to try. So here’s Aubrey with the ice cold bottles straight from Quartz, a copious amount of water on standby, and even some chill music courtesy R0sie—although the RoomBBa has been banished to the corner lest clumsy feet trip. For that matter, the floor’s been freshly-cleared of wayward plushes and other potential obstacles, though Aubrey’s left some papers out for drunken doodles or the like. Sharp objects have been put away, to the best of her ability.
[She has no idea what kind of effect this will have on Sunny, really. But in the hopeful interest of a good time, Aubrey’s keeping herself sober. For now?
[Except, that is, for just the smallest toast. Just for the heck of it. Whether they’ve just gotten started or been at this for a while, she’s watching him closely.]
How’s it feel?
[The worst did happen. Sunny could tell that Aubrey was devastated. He doesn't know much about Eren, really, but he's glad that he's back for Aubrey's sake, if nothing else.
[Point being, to Sunny, the drinks are just drinks. He's glad that Aubrey fills and toasts her glass too. He assumes they'll be drinking together.
[Attentive girlfriend that she is, Aubrey knew to pick something that had as much sugar as it does alcohol. The drink is fruity, with just a hint of bitterness after you swallow. It makes Sunny scrunch his face up a little, but eventually, he gives a thumbs up, and nods.]
Fruity. Do...you like it?
[Drinks are drinks. If nothing else, a quiet joy.
[Which means they’re perfect, even before the first drop hits her throat. And it does, as Sunny takes his own drink; Aubrey didn’t raise her glass for nothing. It took more than this to mess her up last time.]
It’s pretty good. [Punctuated with a small nod. His face scrunch is cute.] I think it took me… hm, two or three? [“Two or three” what, Aubrey?] To start feeling any different. Just take it slow. [“Two or three” what, Aubrey?
[Not important!] And we have plenty of water, and I’ll make sure it doesn’t go overboard—you know the spiel. [Or at least, she’s gone over it in her head enough to put the Maruki water war to shame. Experience is nothing if not a teacher.]
Are you home tonight?
anyway
there's something I wanted to talk to you about
maybe you'll have heard by then, but come see me when you get a chance
I might be playing games.
Love you. ♥
[ he will almost certainly be playing games, but at least it doesn't sound urgent. ]
[Either way, he rushes home, though he tries not to make it look like he's been rushing. He comes into the cottage to find Kenma on one of his consoles in the living room. Sunny lifts his hand in a wave. The way he fiddles with his fingers afterward probably betrays he's nervous.]
What's u-- Is...i-is everything okay?
[He quickly sits down next to him.]
I was wondering if we could spend some time together today. ❤️
( He has something he wants to give to him. )
I'm staying there now.
Or, we can even meet at the lake if you want.
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