[they seem connected by that same string of anxiety, given how Manabu feels it under his skin, curdling his stomach. what if...what if they were just waiting for Grey to leave the apartment? what if it was only a matter of time before this enclosed space becomes the concrete basement?
he shivers.
that wasn't going to happen. not again. he wasn't going to let that happen...and neither was Grey.
the memory of the scent of blood suddenly strikes, making Manabu feel downright nauseous; it's all he can do to keep steady, close his eyes, and navigate shakily along the wall toward the bathroom. that's where he'll spend a bit of the day, trying to keep dread in check and reality front and center. he can't let himself fall to pieces when he's alone for even a little while, after all!
it's hard, though: reality includes that blood. dead men. the fact he's got animal parts grafted onto his body, pieces of himself removed...he can't let himself pretend it's not real, but it's not an ideal way to spend time in silence!
he eventually returns to the bed and checks on news of the SDF. of Sirius Platoon. how are you guys?
he smiles sadly as he comes across news that they'd captured one of Captain Spear's smaller fleet ships. are you...still looking for me?
i'm sorry. i'm...
sounds from downstairs fill his ears, erratic thumping giving him little scares now and then, mistaking it for hostile footsteps. it's just another day for some people here. good... it needs to be that way for folks. that's...what he worked for.
it should be just another day for Grey, too, but...here he is. and even if he wasn't here, he said he couldn't move in sanctioned ways, live safely...
how am i going to help him? when i'm...
he gnaws on a granola bar, hoping it sits in his stomach gently while he thinks about a strong arm around his waist, large and deft hands on his head, and a laugh he's starting to note he hears more often than he realized.]
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he shivers.
that wasn't going to happen. not again. he wasn't going to let that happen...and neither was Grey.
the memory of the scent of blood suddenly strikes, making Manabu feel downright nauseous; it's all he can do to keep steady, close his eyes, and navigate shakily along the wall toward the bathroom. that's where he'll spend a bit of the day, trying to keep dread in check and reality front and center. he can't let himself fall to pieces when he's alone for even a little while, after all!
it's hard, though: reality includes that blood. dead men. the fact he's got animal parts grafted onto his body, pieces of himself removed...he can't let himself pretend it's not real, but it's not an ideal way to spend time in silence!
he eventually returns to the bed and checks on news of the SDF. of Sirius Platoon. how are you guys?
he smiles sadly as he comes across news that they'd captured one of Captain Spear's smaller fleet ships. are you...still looking for me?
i'm sorry. i'm...
sounds from downstairs fill his ears, erratic thumping giving him little scares now and then, mistaking it for hostile footsteps. it's just another day for some people here. good... it needs to be that way for folks. that's...what he worked for.
it should be just another day for Grey, too, but...here he is. and even if he wasn't here, he said he couldn't move in sanctioned ways, live safely...
how am i going to help him? when i'm...
he gnaws on a granola bar, hoping it sits in his stomach gently while he thinks about a strong arm around his waist, large and deft hands on his head, and a laugh he's starting to note he hears more often than he realized.]