[ mochi can find him sitting beside a now dead plant covered in goo and blood, though the blood is from his endeavors back home. he has six tails now, and he’s still got those cute furry ears. ]
[ he looks up at Mochi and then down at himself, giving a tired laugh. ] I went back to hell and everything’s over now, they shut it down. [ he shakes a hand out, trying to get some of the goo off. ] And I even went back home.
[ childe certainly pings a little bit differently now. his energy is more stable, and he’s no longer human. ]
[ childe shakes his head. ] I don't want to move. Not right now. I need a few minutes. [ or hours. ] ...just to catch my breath. [ maybe a little more. ] But you didn't answer my question, [ he finally takes his hand, but only to tug him down beside him. ] did you get hurt in the game? I can tell something happened. My taboos are going wild.
[ he's not surprised snail lost, but as far as mochi... he tells himself not to get upset, because mochi can do whatever he likes, but knowing he let himself be harvested weighs heavy in his chest. ] But you're okay now?
I know. It never ends. [ murmured under his breath. he makes no comment about how much he likes pain. he doesn't want to think about what all went on during that disaster, but it had to have been recent. he takes out his phone to see how many days have passed, ...four. he snorts, setting it down and shutting his eyes. ] I guess it hadn't been that bad then. [ he buries his thoughts and feelings as he tries to get up, but he wobbles, eventually slumping into a tree. ]
[ he doesn't believe that mochi didn't get off at least once during this entire ordeal. ] He didn't do it for a game. He did it because he wants to leave a mark on you and make you his, but... it's none of my business. [ he raises a hand, because he can't raise both. ] It's done me no good to get upset. [ and it makes even less since now that they've broken up. ] I'm just glad you're feeling better. [ and he'll leave it at that. ]
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Did you get hurt?
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Mochi: Come to the baths.
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I'll be there in a few hours.
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I'm pretty sure a plant puked me up, so I'm covered in ick.
And I'm just... tired.
A lot's happened.
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Caeli; I’m okay.
A lot more resilient than I look.
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[ mochi can find him sitting beside a now dead plant covered in goo and blood, though the blood is from his endeavors back home. he has six tails now, and he’s still got those cute furry ears. ]
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—How'd you get like that in a plant?
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[ childe certainly pings a little bit differently now. his energy is more stable, and he’s no longer human. ]
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Are you okay?
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[ childe shakes his head. ] I don't want to move. Not right now. I need a few minutes. [ or hours. ] ...just to catch my breath. [ maybe a little more. ] But you didn't answer my question, [ he finally takes his hand, but only to tug him down beside him. ] did you get hurt in the game? I can tell something happened. My taboos are going wild.
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Last game involved taking body parts from other people. I let a few take mine.
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[ a pause, then he adds ]
I won't be too destructive about it. But it will happen again. Pain is something I enjoy.
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Do you still want me?
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I feel like I should be the one asking you that...
I'm pretty sure you dumped me.
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It just felt like too much at the time.
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