pc catchall | homophonic | netzach

[metacognition]

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      OBLOMOV.      

oblomov.
netzach.

❝ Now or never! 'To be or not to be!'"—Oblomov raised himself from his chair a little, but failing to find his slippers with his feet at once, sat down again. ❞

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[metacognition]

I'm at mine. I'll come meet you.

[ it's not long - just a few minutes. he sends another i'm here text when he arrives, and when netzach comes out, he'll find that fei du is here...holding out a pair of clean pajamas. ]

...It's not much, but it will get you out of those clothes until you can buy something new, on Monday. Here.

[abstractart]

Oh- you sure, man...? I can still wash these until then.

[cannot express how little he truly cares about his appearance and it kills the teej.]

[metacognition]

[ he gets a small, half smile. ]

I'm sure. I'd buy you a new set if we were able to make purchases. [ lightly; ] Looking at you made me a little nauseous.

[ sometimes you just gotta joke a little bit to deal with the crushing horrors and also to cover that you're helping someone. like a weenie. ]

[abstractart]

Do I really look that bad...?

[he will accept them because he knows he's going to get scolded if he keeps wearing this outfit.]

[metacognition]

Do you want an honest answer or sweet words, darling?

[ very teasing. ]

[abstractart]

[he just looks very ??? at being called darling.]

You can be honest with me, yeah.

[metacognition]

My honest words are hard to come by: you look awful.

[ but, he pushes the pjs into his hands. ]

Here.

[abstractart]

Guess that's not surprising, after everything. At least Yesod's not here to scold me for it... but he'd just say I look awful all the time anyway.

[he takes them with a little nod.]

Thanks, man.

[metacognition]

Sure.

[ ... ]

Are your injuries alright? I did use Healing Wave earlier in my demonstration - if you need a little extra...

[abstractart]

... I'll be okay for the night. Don't know how tomorrow's gonna go yet, but if whoever ends up there needs it-- maybe after we make sure everything's fine there.

[it's his secondary, what if one of his teammates gets picked and he'd healed netzach.

he's quiet for a few seconds after that, though, before-]

Hey, can I ask you something about last week?

[metacognition]

Alright.

[ as for the second part, he tilts his head, expression not really changing - he does slip his hands into his pockets, but that's about it. ]

Go ahead.

[abstractart]

Did she tell you guys why?

[metacognition]

Why Buzen? Or why she chose to act in the first place?

[abstractart]

Both, I guess. I just wanted to talk again at all, before Sunday, and she didn't want to talk about it, so I kind of... let it go.

[metacognition]

[ he sighs, a little, and runs his thumb over whatever's in his pocket, enough that the motion is visible. ]

I don't know why Buzen. I didn't ask. But I do know why she did it.

[abstractart]

... what did she say about it?

[metacognition]

[ fei du falls quiet, for a long, thoughtful moment. ]

... She received a message that told her to erase someone before the end of the week, or the entirety of Sweet Theory would be erased.

[abstractart]

Mm. ...kinda figured it was probably something like that.

[thanks he hates it, actually.]

Lambda said she'd told her why it was Buzen. I guess I... hoped there was a different answer anyway.

[metacognition]

I think if I had asked, she would have told me.

[ but he didn't. she was so upset about it; they spent their last night together drinking absinthe and enjoying each other's company, instead. fei du's expression doesn't change much, but he does look away. ]

I defended her because it wasn't her fault. I wanted everyone to look at me last week, because I didn't want her to think that we all believed she was cruel.

[abstractart]

I didn't think she was. She always-- reminded me of someone I knew.

[some of the things she said were just... they were so like her. he wanted to know her better, though, know more.]

...she told Lambda it was because Buzen said he didn't know how long he'd be there, if he got to go back. Because of what he is, and how he exists. I haven't really known what to make of that.

[metacognition]

[ .... mmm. there's not much reaction, but his brows knit together, mouth pressing into a frown. ]

...Ultimately, we weren't in her shoes. All we can think is what we might've done, in the same situation. I don't know if it feels like closure, but...

[ a pause. his mouth twitches a little into a smile. ] ...I'm glad to know. Thank you, for sharing that with me.

[abstractart]

...yeah. No problem.

[he can't quite match the smile, a little troubled. all he's really been able to think of it since then is just--

well. it doesn't matter. nobody can ask her.]

Thanks again. I'll-- get these back to you after I get some other clothes.

[metacognition]

[ he nods, at first, noting that troubled look.

... and after a moment, gentle, brows knitting together in worry: ]

Of course. ...Though, if you have any more questions to ask...

[abstractart]

[he hesitates at that offer, but eventually shakes his head.]

... don't think any of them are ones you could answer, man.

[metacognition]

...I don't mind trying.

[ :c ]