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haibanerenmei2016-01-05 11:02 pm
loosetongue) wrote in haibanerenmei2016-01-05 11:02 pm
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1st: mega sin
wake greg up (wake greg up inside)
[This cocoon seems totally disinterested in keeping its little hatchling, as Rian wakes up deposited backwards on the floor. His legs are still half in the cocoon, so it's an awkward few seconds where he tries to roll over and keep coughing out liquid without it drowning him again, but he manages... don't look at him during this trying time...
After he frees himself properly and kicks the outside of the split cocoon for good measure, he just--sits there, on the floor, looking down at himself. He sticks out his tongue, miming a gag.]
Ew. [And then, looking up,] Fetch me a towel, would you? Or maybe a whole bath.
[The littlest prince, sitting in a puddle of weird cocoon goo.]
TAKE.....these broken wings | just one pls
[The Haibane who tells him in gentle, simpering words that it's going to be difficult to get his wings, but he'll get through it! Everyone does! - well. They piss him off. He snaps enough times about being treated like a baby that he's left to mope feverishly on his bed - supervised, but not hovered over. It's still a bit much.
His wings take their sweet time, enough that the Haibane watching him has dozed off by the time he can tell that it's time. Damn them, what an idiot-- He hauls himself out of bed and roots through the medical kit in the dark, then stumbles his way into the hall. The loose robe is slipping and already dotted with blood in the back from what anyone can recognize as the movements of the wings trying to break through the skin, and if there's one thing he shouldn't be right now, it's upright. Upright and wandering, as he's going to go as far as he damn well can before the whole flesh-moving thing becomes too much.
Rules are for losers. In his hand is a pair of small scissors, the ones from the medical kit that are meant for nice things like cutting bandages, and not whatever this is. Which is, through labored breaths and a tiny bit of fevered delirium,]
I'm sick of this! I don't want these ugly things-- Why don't I just cut them out? Do you think I can reach?
[well. he's trying to reach. he's doing that now. he might also be weeping, lowkey.]
and a prompt with less suffering
[He'd have to be blind and deaf not to notice the reactions he gets from the other Haibane, already. It's obviously these stupid wings--he doesn't see the problem, if his are black and most of them are gray, who cares? It's not as if he chose to have different colored feathery abominations pop out of his back!
All things considered, he's sick of it already. He almost (almost) understood it from the people in town, when he was left very much to his own devices to beggar himself for clothes, since those people don't have to live in hovels with stupid wings and stupid halos at all... But at the same time. If the whole town of Glie burned to the ground tomorrow, he probably wouldn't feel a thing for those people. But these, the other Haibane?
These stares are just rude. He's already figured out how to flutter his wings irritably, which makes just enough people uncomfortable for him to keep doing it. How do you like him now?? As such, anyone who looks directly at him, whether they're even looking at his wings or not, will get the same Loudly Annoyed reaction:] What? Go on, say it! I know you all want to run your fat mouths at me, so do it!
[making friends]
OR: less suffering 2.0
[When he's not shrieking, Rian has taken it upon himself to investigate just what's so bad about having black wings.
Of course, his method for this is suddenly appearing much too close to other people and reaching out to simply pinch the edgemost feathers of their regular, gray wings, if he can do it without being noticed first.
Either way,] I don't see what the big, terrible deal is. Yours look filthy compared to mine, anyway.
[This cocoon seems totally disinterested in keeping its little hatchling, as Rian wakes up deposited backwards on the floor. His legs are still half in the cocoon, so it's an awkward few seconds where he tries to roll over and keep coughing out liquid without it drowning him again, but he manages... don't look at him during this trying time...
After he frees himself properly and kicks the outside of the split cocoon for good measure, he just--sits there, on the floor, looking down at himself. He sticks out his tongue, miming a gag.]
Ew. [And then, looking up,] Fetch me a towel, would you? Or maybe a whole bath.
[The littlest prince, sitting in a puddle of weird cocoon goo.]
TAKE.....these broken wings | just one pls
[The Haibane who tells him in gentle, simpering words that it's going to be difficult to get his wings, but he'll get through it! Everyone does! - well. They piss him off. He snaps enough times about being treated like a baby that he's left to mope feverishly on his bed - supervised, but not hovered over. It's still a bit much.
His wings take their sweet time, enough that the Haibane watching him has dozed off by the time he can tell that it's time. Damn them, what an idiot-- He hauls himself out of bed and roots through the medical kit in the dark, then stumbles his way into the hall. The loose robe is slipping and already dotted with blood in the back from what anyone can recognize as the movements of the wings trying to break through the skin, and if there's one thing he shouldn't be right now, it's upright. Upright and wandering, as he's going to go as far as he damn well can before the whole flesh-moving thing becomes too much.
Rules are for losers. In his hand is a pair of small scissors, the ones from the medical kit that are meant for nice things like cutting bandages, and not whatever this is. Which is, through labored breaths and a tiny bit of fevered delirium,]
I'm sick of this! I don't want these ugly things-- Why don't I just cut them out? Do you think I can reach?
[well. he's trying to reach. he's doing that now. he might also be weeping, lowkey.]
and a prompt with less suffering
[He'd have to be blind and deaf not to notice the reactions he gets from the other Haibane, already. It's obviously these stupid wings--he doesn't see the problem, if his are black and most of them are gray, who cares? It's not as if he chose to have different colored feathery abominations pop out of his back!
All things considered, he's sick of it already. He almost (almost) understood it from the people in town, when he was left very much to his own devices to beggar himself for clothes, since those people don't have to live in hovels with stupid wings and stupid halos at all... But at the same time. If the whole town of Glie burned to the ground tomorrow, he probably wouldn't feel a thing for those people. But these, the other Haibane?
These stares are just rude. He's already figured out how to flutter his wings irritably, which makes just enough people uncomfortable for him to keep doing it. How do you like him now?? As such, anyone who looks directly at him, whether they're even looking at his wings or not, will get the same Loudly Annoyed reaction:] What? Go on, say it! I know you all want to run your fat mouths at me, so do it!
[making friends]
OR: less suffering 2.0
[When he's not shrieking, Rian has taken it upon himself to investigate just what's so bad about having black wings.
Of course, his method for this is suddenly appearing much too close to other people and reaching out to simply pinch the edgemost feathers of their regular, gray wings, if he can do it without being noticed first.
Either way,] I don't see what the big, terrible deal is. Yours look filthy compared to mine, anyway.
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Of course you're forced to keep them. What, would you cut them off?
[ Because what kind of maniac would do that... ]
But I feel as If I don't really have a choice in the matter. You'd pester me regardless of my answer, wouldn't you? [ he's got you down rian ]
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but yeah you've really got his number]
Now you're getting it. It's more fun if you play along, you know?
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[ Corbin objects! But only very slightly, since he's objecting more for the sake of objecting at this point. He doesn't exactly want people to befriend him, but he also doesn't want for this rude child to keep annoying him. It's a true struggle, and so he sighs in exasperation. ]
But fine, I suppose. It's at least less irritating than you screeching about it.
[ what a great start for a friendship ]
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Oh, you can be reasonable. Great.
[He objects to being called screechy and irritating, but like, in a lowkey way. This moment is the only moment of chill he's going to have in this entire fake friendship, for the record.]
What's your name? Is it something boring?
[you stuffy prick]
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[ It's almost impressive that every word that comes out of Alois's mouth manages to be rude and offensive, really. Even Corbin, who's disagreeable at best, isn't completely unreasonable to be irritated. Probably. He doesn't hide his displeasure at the comments, but he at least answers the question. ]
Corbin, apparently.
[ "Apparently" because it still doesn't seem to fit, and he doesn't like that. It's a strange, unsettling feeling for him. But after the name is given, Corbin also doesn't exactly ask for Rian's. Does that mean he doesn't care? Maybe. ]
You do realize that if you want to be friends, you should probably speak less, right?
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And he doesn't actually give his own name in return, because why would he, but instead rocks back on his heels cheerfully, like a real person. Too bad, huh.]
You have a funny way of being friends. [no shit] I don't think I actually said I want to be your friend, did I? I said I'd put up with you for my own sake.
[Is that friendship to you? Okay. He pauses and adds flatly, but with a tiny shithead smirk:]
Oh, oops. Listen to me, running my mouth.
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What do you even want from me?! If you want someone to irritate, then go pick someone else! You're not making any damn sense!