[did i ever link her room, it looks sort of like this but with a bed big enough for her and another person, plus a little chair and desk set up. oh, and all the windows are violently cracked today.
he can pull a chair over and settle, yeah. she can't quite drag her eyes away from the corner, mumbling to herself. it sounds vaguely like what a prayer should sound like.]
[ He produces it for her. It's the stupid all-beige coloured thing he's been toting around for weeks. ]
...I'm told that usually they come in a wider array of colours, but the golem's ability can only create in a similar colour as the surface that's drawn on. You match the sides so they're all the same shade, see.
[she looks back down at the cube, and absently turns some of the sides.
there's a sense of comfort that she feels because of that. it's enough to balance out the guilt and sorrow she's feeling, make it a little more manageable.]
... You were there. But you never did anything horrible. You were just nice to me. [she says, eyes on the cube.]
[she makes a face at him, but there's amusement, there.
as for the rest of it, she pulls her blanket a little closer. a faint nauseated feeling settles in the air, and she's squinting at him, like it hurts to have her eyes open.]
Don't know. It was fucking intense. Took all of my pain away, made me not care about anything.
... Diamorphine, maybe... I've seen it a few times. Soldiers become reliant on it to escape the horrors of war and having to kill others. Anything to escape the pain, right. And that's just for cases where they to to it on their own.
...
[ He grits his teeth silently, his jaw setting hard. A subtle thrum of frustration. He could fix it. He could fix it if he had Her backing. But She's not here to help him, of course She's not. ]
I have plain painkillers, if you want them. I'd like to avoid trying to put you on a withdrawal treatment proper until I know for certain that it isn't just a temporary aftereffect.
[gives him a little faint memshare of the floaty, distant feeling of being absolutely disconnected as she ripped iwatooshi's arm off his torso. he looks at her and says something about hoping his sunflowers made it to his partner, before his eyes close.
yaaaaay.]
... Yeah.
[her tail curls around her leg. what's left of it, anyway.]
We haven't even got pain meds where I'm from, really, so - I'll survive. Whatever you want to do. I trust you.
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he can pull a chair over and settle, yeah. she can't quite drag her eyes away from the corner, mumbling to herself. it sounds vaguely like what a prayer should sound like.]
A... what cube? [that's not a no!]
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Rubik's Cube. It's a puzzle cube, essentially.
[ He produces it for her. It's the stupid all-beige coloured thing he's been toting around for weeks. ]
...I'm told that usually they come in a wider array of colours, but the golem's ability can only create in a similar colour as the surface that's drawn on. You match the sides so they're all the same shade, see.
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she glances over, finally. one hand comes out and takes it, if he's offering.
she keeps her eyes firmly on the cube, mumbling apologies to geto under her breath, mixed with those prayers.]
Not sure if I'm smart enough for this. [it's the lamest joke in the world, but hey.]
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Neither am I, but the nice thing is that you don't have to be. You'll get to the solution eventually as long as you pick up the cube and keep trying.
[ Ignoring the prayers. You really got Christian'd by the Virches. ]
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That's almost motivational. [faint, faint amusement.]
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Even in all-beige blocks.
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there's a sense of comfort that she feels because of that. it's enough to balance out the guilt and sorrow she's feeling, make it a little more manageable.]
... You were there. But you never did anything horrible. You were just nice to me. [she says, eyes on the cube.]
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Is that a good thing?
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[her tail swishes on the bed.]
I came back every night and you and I just sat and talked. [...] I was really high every time though.
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[ Vague self-deprecating joke, not serious. ]
You look like you haven't had a fix. What did they give you?
[ Looking her over. Trying to figure out if a painkiller would be good enough. ]
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as for the rest of it, she pulls her blanket a little closer. a faint nauseated feeling settles in the air, and she's squinting at him, like it hurts to have her eyes open.]
Don't know. It was fucking intense. Took all of my pain away, made me not care about anything.
[shivers.]
Feel bad. S'worse than the injuries.
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...
[ He grits his teeth silently, his jaw setting hard. A subtle thrum of frustration. He could fix it. He could fix it if he had Her backing. But She's not here to help him, of course She's not. ]
I have plain painkillers, if you want them. I'd like to avoid trying to put you on a withdrawal treatment proper until I know for certain that it isn't just a temporary aftereffect.
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yaaaaay.]
... Yeah.
[her tail curls around her leg. what's left of it, anyway.]
We haven't even got pain meds where I'm from, really, so - I'll survive. Whatever you want to do. I trust you.
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Anyway yeah he'll give her a few normal painkillers, enough for one night's worth. ]
Alright, this should be enough and if it persists, I'll come back tomorrow.
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she will take the painkillers and hold them...]
... Come back tomorrow anyway. [she says like they don't go on a break-in like thirty minutes from this]
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[ He'll get her a glass of water we have sinks here and shit so he doesn't go far... here.
IS SHE FUCKING BACK YET FROM HER DYING? ]
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ALSO YEAH SHE IS she saw the other break in come out and got yelled at for being out of bed]