Why does it matter to Cater if Idia is still alive? Idia's not his housewarden or a fellow Heartslabyul. They barely know each other. Surely there are other people Cater would miss more. Or is it guilt motivating these words, wanting Idia to live simply because death is awkward for the living?
Idia has dealt with death his entire life. He's caused it.
But he doesn't ask.
[thx]
He scoots toward the closest bookshelf, glancing it over before pulling a volume out. A bit more wriggling and he's sitting close enough to pass the paperback to Cater. It's a sci-fi manga, with a group of teenagers flying across the galaxy in a spaceship made out of an amusement ride.
Cater takes the comic without thinking, looking it over quietly. Ha. So maybe this wasn’t a total disaster, after all. He really has no idea how to read the Shroud at all.
“You sure? Bringing it back involves talking to me again, you know.”
With a little snort, Idia gets to his feet so he can sit on the bed. His legs are going to sleep again and that's the last thing he wants after last time.
[already talked 2 much. been in my room 2 times. guess its no big deal.]
Once again, Cater has sapped his energy. So much for doing a raid tonight. He needs to message the guild before he conks out. But somehow, Idia's not that mad about it. Maybe a little annoyed, but not pissed.
You know what? Cater has been given an out and he's taking it. With a somewhat disbelieving chuckle, he stands and stretches. "Talk about a UR event, right?" He looks at the book again, reading the back synopsis, and picks up his abandoned textbook. When he's standing straight again, he's managed to put his mask back on.
"Well, I'll be sure to give you my full review next time! TTYL, Idia!" Even Cater needs to decompress from this social outing. He's been given a lot to think about. Heading to the door, he stops as it slides open. "Oh, by the way, I pulled the limited SSR. Like totes last minute, hella clutch! Just in case you were wondering."
Idia looks up, blinking. Suddenly there's a flash of sharp teeth past those blue lips as they curl into a grin. One hand flashes a V sign while the other types into the app.
[my awesome gacha luck rubbed off on u. grats.]
It's weird, but he feels a little off at Cater leaving his room. He's not about to ask him to stay, though.
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Why does it matter to Cater if Idia is still alive? Idia's not his housewarden or a fellow Heartslabyul. They barely know each other. Surely there are other people Cater would miss more. Or is it guilt motivating these words, wanting Idia to live simply because death is awkward for the living?
Idia has dealt with death his entire life. He's caused it.
But he doesn't ask.
[thx]
He scoots toward the closest bookshelf, glancing it over before pulling a volume out. A bit more wriggling and he's sitting close enough to pass the paperback to Cater. It's a sci-fi manga, with a group of teenagers flying across the galaxy in a spaceship made out of an amusement ride.
[good 1. bring it back l8r.]
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“You sure? Bringing it back involves talking to me again, you know.”
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[already talked 2 much. been in my room 2 times. guess its no big deal.]
Once again, Cater has sapped his energy. So much for doing a raid tonight. He needs to message the guild before he conks out. But somehow, Idia's not that mad about it. Maybe a little annoyed, but not pissed.
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"Well, I'll be sure to give you my full review next time! TTYL, Idia!" Even Cater needs to decompress from this social outing. He's been given a lot to think about. Heading to the door, he stops as it slides open. "Oh, by the way, I pulled the limited SSR. Like totes last minute, hella clutch! Just in case you were wondering."
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[my awesome gacha luck rubbed off on u. grats.]
It's weird, but he feels a little off at Cater leaving his room. He's not about to ask him to stay, though.
[ttyl. good sleep l8r.]