[ this is a subject of interest to him so he says more than one sentence ]
Boats are metal, heavier than you are, and they don't sink. There's submarines too.
[ he thinks cyborgs should be allowed the joy of swimming too. actually, maybe it'd be easier because he doesn't have to breathe? curious. gets jealous. ]
[ boothill, hatless, is right up in his cell in the security room. he's kicked the bed in half and trashed whatever was on it. his knuckles have been beat up and scratched where they've fruitlessly punched at the walls, the iron sharp and frayed and broken, exposing the shadows and some wires underneath.
he's standing in the middle of the room, facing the broken bits of the bed. his head whips to whoever's walked in on him, his eye still glowing, sharp teeth bared in a scowl.
haru flinches back at a very upset cyborg man glaring him down, but there's nothing he can really do from his cell. after a second of looking around, ]
[ forwards this to friday after jacopo and artemy die ig. boots is out of it but not as bad as before. still sitting near his charger. he waves a hand. ]
Don't need one. I ain't a rich boy like Strohl. But that pet palace sure is somethin' else...
[ he lifts up his phone. it's showing the departure notifications. ]
[ boothill stays at the bottom of the ladder to hold onto it! it's old and creaky, from the abandoned barn nearby. it's still stable at least. ]
Sure do. Graey makes 'em into pies and cider when the trees are full of 'em back home. We got other fruit too, like figs 'n apricots 'n oranges... I like those just as much. You got any fruit where you live?
...Sometimes knowing each other a long time makes it harder. [ that was half their problem. a whirlwind romance and love is something very different altogether, and he smiles minutely. ] I'm glad we get to send you back to her in one piece.
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w0 monday
At least we can go outside now.
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Psh. Think it's real or some kinda projection?
[ puts a hand on haru's shoulder. i'm sorry it's cold. ]
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Fake, or a messed up version of reality.
[ a fake version of narita airport... ]
Better than sitting inside all day.
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You're tellin' me. 'Least when we were in our game-thing, we got a whole to ourselves. Weren't much, but...
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Yeah. We had a pool from the very beginning...
[ said very wistfully............ ]
Maybe we can break into the rest of the airport sooner.
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Somethin' special 'bout the pool?
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What's that look for?
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Pools are amazing. If they're indoors, you can swim all year. [ it was a SILLY QUESTION ]
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You'd wanna just swim the whole year round?
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...Wouldn't you?
[ this is a sincere question ]
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[ GESTURES TO BEING A CYBORG ]
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Boats are metal, heavier than you are, and they don't sink. There's submarines too.
[ he thinks cyborgs should be allowed the joy of swimming too. actually, maybe it'd be easier because he doesn't have to breathe? curious. gets jealous. ]
Couldn't you be built to swim?
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Boats and submarines have fancy equipment and gizmos to help their buoyancy. Ballast tanks full of air and whatnot.
[ knocks on his tummy. ]
I got almost nothin' but cold hard metal and iron. I'd drop like an anchor.
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I see...
[ disappointing ]
I hope you wouldn't drown, at least. [ but maybe he still needs to breathe? ]
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[ not even in the kiddie pool ]
Don't wanna risk it reachin' my neurocircuitry.
w0 ; saturday
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he's standing in the middle of the room, facing the broken bits of the bed. his head whips to whoever's walked in on him, his eye still glowing, sharp teeth bared in a scowl.
wheeeee yes he is ]
Let me outta here.
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haru flinches back at a very upset cyborg man glaring him down, but there's nothing he can really do from his cell. after a second of looking around, ]
...Okay.
[ he says, peering around the cell door. ]
I don't think I can, but I can try.
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What, you're gonna bust it open? [ looks at haru like he's stupid... sorry... ] Are you outta your forkin' mind? Get outta here.
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No. I'm not as strong as Bora is.
[ but he's still looking around. thinking about how he can try to use his sponsorship somehow. something. ]
...I know I can't get it open. It wouldn't be fair not to try.
w6 thurs
...Are you all right? Sorry we still don't have a room for you really...
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Don't need one. I ain't a rich boy like Strohl. But that pet palace sure is somethin' else...
[ he lifts up his phone. it's showing the departure notifications. ]
See these yet?
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...Mm. It's always the first thing I check.
[ he has trauma about this specifically but that's the joy of crau ]
I don't know Artemy very well, but I think their team is going to take it hard.
week 7, tuesday
he's at the orchard, wearing his usual cowboy hat and hefting an old ladder up to one of the trees. there's a burlap sack on the ground next to it.
after he sets the ladder down, he sees haru nearby and tips his head. ]
You here to do some apple-pickin' too?
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it is fascinating to see a flesh and blood baby boots, but for now he just politely nods back. ]
...I guess, yeah. I've never done it before.
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[ he touches his chin and gives haru a once-over. then he looks up the ladder towards the top of the tree and points to it. ]
There's this nice-lookin' one way high up there. You think you could try gettin' it?
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Sure.
[ he'll probably have to climb up there in the boughs but that's fine. off he goes up the ladder. ]
Do you... like apples? [ as far as he knows boothill consumes liquid and liquid food, so ]
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Sure do. Graey makes 'em into pies and cider when the trees are full of 'em back home. We got other fruit too, like figs 'n apricots 'n oranges... I like those just as much. You got any fruit where you live?
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...We have cherry trees, but mostly just to look at.
[ #aesthetic ]
Unless you count fish as produce.
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Y'know how to fish? We should see if there's a stream or a lake 'round here!
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he picks one of the fatter apples that have been left undisturbed at the upper tree boughs, amused. ]
Mm. You'll probably be better at it than most of my friends. Here, catch.
[ drops down a fuit ]
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Got it! [ proud of himself ] Who're your friends? They around here somewhere?
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...The ones I'm thinking of are a long way from here. [ Makoto can't even bait a line. ] I think all of us will get to go home soon, though.
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On my way home now, I think. Finally.
[ carefully working his way back down. ]
You don't seem to worried for a lost kid.
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[ he picks up an apple and studies it for worms... what if they have to kiss them ]
I met a wolf girl earlier. And another one that makes soot from her whole body.
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...It does seem like something out of a dream.
[ ylfa is, literally, from a fairy tale. ]
What's your home like? I bet you're excited to wake up.
w7 sat
Ready to go back home...?
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the emoshare is pure delight and relief and exhilaration. he hasn't been this happy since he got here. ]
You bet your forkin' ash-vole! [ elbows him very gently ] What about yourself? You 'n Rin are headin' back together, yeah?
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Yeah. We're from the same world, so that's a given.
[ nevermind that some people do split up. ]
You're going to go see your... fiance? Wife?
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also! he turns a little red. ]
She's... my fiancé, yup.
[ which feels like a little much, saying out loud, but it's not wrong. ]
We got together in that last game, Scawwy. Took way less time than you 'n your new beau did... That ain't hard to do, though.
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he huffs. ]
...Sometimes knowing each other a long time makes it harder. [ that was half their problem. a whirlwind romance and love is something very different altogether, and he smiles minutely. ] I'm glad we get to send you back to her in one piece.