[Waking up on Monday always is such an experience. This time it's a little more unexpected -- Percy is there, alive, in the apartment. Having the room to himself lasted, like, a night or two. Not that he wanted Percy to die, of course.
Still, November sure emanates...some surprise, and what seems to be concern over Percy's state, looking at him up and down]
Welcome home, Percy. You look like you have had better times.
[That comment was definitely in response to Percy's brief anxiety, although November doesn't realize that was what led to him coming up with such a greeting]
[ he looks away. “welcome home” paints him with shame almost. he toys quietly with the raven skull pendant around his neck, holding it in his bandaged hand. he can feel… surprise and it makes his brows draw. he tells himself it’s his own, he didn’t expect november to be up yet. ]
But I… it’s good to be back. [ a pause, quiet hope. and then, something resolute. to the point, percy tries to be himself. ]
I’ll come right out and say it. Do you mind if I return to sleeping in our room? [ tentative. he misses the books under his pillow, and the nook for his glass and the stupid light fixtures. ]
[He would have told a terrible joke about how during Percy's absence he invited someone to take over Percy's bed and half of the room, but who would he mention for that? Bass? A menagerie of rainbow animals? He couldn't come with something appropriately dark for the situation. Next time you will, November, next time]
This time there won't be any memory bubbles threatening to reveal our pasts. You should be able to relax.
[No memory bubbles, no sudden urge to hold hands...it will aaaaaall be fine. Perhaps it's the lack of effect so far what has November radiating good mood right now]
[ there there november, maybe you can make the joke when the wound's a little less raw. he might actually laugh at it then. for now, he just sort of. vibrates in his own mood. he's thankful that there aren't any sort of iridescent bubbles around to trap them anymore at least, because he can't help but partially blame them for pushing him over the edge. ]
Finally.
[ there's relief here, floating in among the good mood that seems to sweep its way towards him. he furrows his brow a bit and rubs his head with his good hand (still bandaged, but usable). ]
Suppose only time will tell what's going to hit us next.
[ worry, niggling at the edges of his mood, chewing on it, then sinking its teeth in. anchoring. intensifying. ]
[November's expression breaks a little. What's up with the contradictory emotions he has been feeling? All of a sudden he keeps sensing anxiety and intensfying worry, but he feels pretty okay right now. Is there something wrong? Is the Prism trying to balance it with the opposite, somehow?
There's no way something isn't up, he thinks. He had been about to leave Percy to his own devices, but no, better consult with someone now]
Have you felt strange this morning? I think something's up.
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Still, November sure emanates...some surprise, and what seems to be concern over Percy's state, looking at him up and down]
Welcome home, Percy. You look like you have had better times.
[That comment was definitely in response to Percy's brief anxiety, although November doesn't realize that was what led to him coming up with such a greeting]
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[ he looks away. “welcome home” paints him with shame almost. he toys quietly with the raven skull pendant around his neck, holding it in his bandaged hand. he can feel… surprise and it makes his brows draw. he tells himself it’s his own, he didn’t expect november to be up yet. ]
But I… it’s good to be back. [ a pause, quiet hope. and then, something resolute. to the point, percy tries to be himself. ]
I’ll come right out and say it. Do you mind if I return to sleeping in our room? [ tentative. he misses the books under his pillow, and the nook for his glass and the stupid light fixtures. ]
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[He would have told a terrible joke about how during Percy's absence he invited someone to take over Percy's bed and half of the room, but who would he mention for that? Bass? A menagerie of rainbow animals? He couldn't come with something appropriately dark for the situation. Next time you will, November, next time]
This time there won't be any memory bubbles threatening to reveal our pasts. You should be able to relax.
[No memory bubbles, no sudden urge to hold hands...it will aaaaaall be fine. Perhaps it's the lack of effect so far what has November radiating good mood right now]
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Finally.
[ there's relief here, floating in among the good mood that seems to sweep its way towards him. he furrows his brow a bit and rubs his head with his good hand (still bandaged, but usable). ]
Suppose only time will tell what's going to hit us next.
[ worry, niggling at the edges of his mood, chewing on it, then sinking its teeth in. anchoring. intensifying. ]
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[November's expression breaks a little. What's up with the contradictory emotions he has been feeling? All of a sudden he keeps sensing anxiety and intensfying worry, but he feels pretty okay right now. Is there something wrong? Is the Prism trying to balance it with the opposite, somehow?
There's no way something isn't up, he thinks. He had been about to leave Percy to his own devices, but no, better consult with someone now]
Have you felt strange this morning? I think something's up.