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[pvt_church]

Within a couple of hours, Church twitches himself awake. At first, he panics; being pinned isn't the best way to wake up. When he remembers how he got there, however, he relaxes. He really ought to learn how to wake up more alert- he should be used to this by now. He runs through his routine string of awakening thoughts- it's not cold, he doesn

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[privategrif]

((@.x...I feel popular..ish))

After a few minutes Grif appears in the doorway. His expression is fairly blank, and his forehead was furrowed in concentration. He was dripping, having just taken a shower. He shut the door and leaned against it, his towel hanging over his bare shoulders. He closed his eyes in thought, trying to clear his head of everything.

"God, Dex...what the hell just happened..." He said to himself. He smirked, remembering his friends used to call him crazy every single time he would think aloud to himself...

[pvt_church]

Church looks up apprehensively. He studies Grif's form for a moment, realizing he's never seen the guy out of armor before. Not bad- he can see why Donut wouldn't want to let that go, even for purely physical reasons. Well, now's the time to see what else Donut sees in the guy. Church shrinks back to the edge of the bed, almost falling into the wall, waiting for Grif to sit down.

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Grif takes a deep breath before moving from the door. He shakes his head quickly, water droplets flying about. He threw his towel over a chair and started pacing, hand on his chin. After a few painful minutes of thinking, he moves to the bed...hesitating before sitting.

((...water attack))

[pvt_church]

(( AAAAH I'M MELTING I'M MELTING ))

Church almost grunts when he feels the water splat through him. He never liked being in the rain as a ghost- the sensations were way too disconcerting for him to handle any longer than like... ten seconds. And if he wasn't completely invisible, the water kind of stuck to his surfaces for a second- even his innards. It was fucking creepy. Good thing he's all the way gone now.

[privategrif]

((...*is going to be more difficult...>.>..*))

Grif frowned. Something didn't feel right, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He glanced around the room a bit, shrugging it off as mixed emotions when he didn't see anything wrong. He contemplated on what to do next...napping...eating...

He finally decided it was time to just relax and grabbed a book. He also grabbed his cigs before sitting back. He lit one up and cracked open the book to a random page, his eyes immediatly starting to dart across the pages as he exhaled the hazy smoke.

((...smoke attack. I refuse to call them cancer sticks...I don't know why...))

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Church slips around, still enveloped in the wall, to read over Grif's shoulder for a second, before he pulls himself up to settle in. He never realizes how cold it is in that form until he gets back to himself or into someone else, where it feel like he just dipped a handful of ice cubes into a pot of boiling water. He settles into Grif, not allowing the shock or surprise to let the body thrash around, and takes ahold of the brain center controlling vocal cords.

"So this is you. Dex, is it?" He coughs a little, unused to damaged lungs. Of all the useless fucking drugs... "Shitty for your health, you know."

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Grif spazzed a moment, never having felt this before. He growled slightly at the sudden intrusion.

"What...the fuck?" Was all he could really voice out. He was confused, worried, scared, angry...hell, he wouldn't be suprised he if was just a bundle of all the emotions.

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"Calm the fuck down," Church retorts dryly. "Flailing around like a flagellum on speed doesn't help anyone in a situation like this."

Concentrating, Church takes the centers for gross and fine motor skills as well. It was harder doing this to Sarge, but granted, a LOT easier doing it to Donut. He calms the nerves in Grif's limbs and figures he might as well accomodate the guy- brings up one hand and takes a drag off the guy's smoke. There they go- bodycalm. Church resists the urge to cough.

"All I wanna do is talk, anyway. Kind of a bad time to invite you over for coffee, if you know what I mean, but if you ever took psych classes, it's probably the best kind of time to talk. And I'd rather ask you than dig around in your brain."

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Grif felt the need to scowl, but found it hard to as he could hardly control his own actions anymore.

"Ok, Fine. I'm calm. But you have to admit, That was a rather rude way to make yourself known. Now would you kindly get out of me? I really don't feel like being possessed at the moment..." He grumbled, getting grumpier by the minute.

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Church chuckles quietly. "The best part is, I'm not really known for being polite. Or accomodating. And it's not like I'm happy to be here, either. But this way we can bond."

He emits a derisive laugh before he relinquishes control over everything but the vocals, settling to where he can hardly be felt. As he moves, he accidentally brushes up to a part of Grif's memory with Sarge and Simmons, and he twitches.

"Son of a bitch. No wonder you're pissy all the time." Feeling the anger coming off Grif for the intrusion, Church coughs. "Sorry. Knocked that one by mistake. So why are you sticking around if it's that shitty here? Why don't you sneak rations and live in the cave or something? Considering what I've seen from you guys, I'm pretty sure you could get away with it."

[privategrif]

((I'm baaaack...=D))

Grif snorted. Bonding? He hated that word...and the definition behind it. His mother would always try to bond with him. Never ended well. He suddenly felt a twinge in the back of his mind and noticed that Church disrupted one of his memories. He twitched slightly, his anger spiking for a moment.

"S'fine..." He admitted. His anger diminished after a while, replaced with a slight sadness, "I wish I could leave. I never liked it here. But it's the only place I have. I'd rather live here comfortably then in the cave. Even if I do get shit from everyone. Besides, I have another reason to stay now..."

[pvt_church]

"Yeah, you do, don't you?" Church agrees quietly. "So does he..." The sorrow etched in Grif's rambling sticks to him. If he wasn't so sure of his own feelings, he'd withdraw and relinquish his ownership of Donut right now. But he knows that things are a lot more complicated than that. Kid is a ray of fucking sunshine when he isn't being an annoying little pissant. Reminds Church of himself, actually... before Tex, he gave too much of himself and probably even afterward, hurting people when he didn't have to, or mean to. Not like Donut means it either, though

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Grif shivers at the unexpected sensations he feels, rubbing his hands up and down his own arms in an attempt hide the goosebumps. He mutters a few things incoherently, mostly just stupid ramblings to himself.

"hmph...There's no possible way for me to be bad to Donut. But while we're on that subject," He growls, feeling a fire burn within him, "If I ever find out you do anything to hurt, emotionally or physically, Donut...You will be dead twice over...and there will be ghost around either..."

He trailed off. He felt a little better, having that gotten off his mind. Grif sighed, not knowing if that was the best way to approach the matter. Buuut...it was out now, and there was no taking it back. He clenched his eyes shut and rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration with himself.

"Sorry...that really didn't come out right..."

[pvt_church]

"Sure it did," mutters Church. He chuckles wryly and shakes his head. "I can't say I don't share the sentiment, to an extent. If you hurt him in a way he doesn't like..." he sighs. "What the hell are we threatening each other for?" He sinks through the bed and stands up, stepping out of the frame and remaining at the bedside. His outline is barely visible, especially in the darkness of the room. "I came here to see who I'm sharing with. I wanted to go inside and see how you really feel, scare you up a little to make sure you don't leave him... I guess I'm not so good at spying."

[privategrif]

"I don't know why we're threatening each other. Makes us feel better?" Grif shrugged and chuckled quietly. He looked up at Church, studying him carefully. It was strange looking at the apparation. It seemed so strange to be standing in the room with him. Gave him the chills.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. If you were good you would still be...spying. Not standing there and having a civil conversation with me. Don't take a job as a spy...You'd suck at it." He didn't really even understand his own rambling. He stopped abruptly, figuring he should while he was ahead. Yup, that was him...random, non-important rambling...

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"Yeah, I probably would. Until I actually tried, that is." Church kneels next to the bed, losing his concentration and fading in and out of view sporadically. When his face is visible, it looks somewhat distraught. "Look, I'm sorry I got into your mind. I saw some things I probably shouldn't have, and I'm sorry. I'll forget'em if I can, or if you're an eye-for-an-eye kind of guy, I'll let you see mine. I honestly don't care. But for any other way I can be useless to you, I want to at least be your friend." Church frowns and offers his hand, concentrating on at least making it cold so Grif knows that the thought of a handshake is there.