Post might possibly have triggery subject matter in some of the replies.

[stardust_hobo]

[It's a nice, quiet enough evening in the dressingroom. And Tyki is taking advantage of the blissful peace. He's wandering down hallways, looking at clocks and watches, out far past when he'd usually be resting. And everything is well enough, until he comes across a radio that's been left out. Some lovely little classical music station, playing all

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[not_unhaunted]

[...hey, issues-buddy.]

[flinching and kind of just standing to the side, watching.]

[stardust_hobo]

[Oh, hey man. Sorry, not the finest moment to catch him in.

He simply stands for a moment, arm still outstretched towards the destruction, breathing hard.]

[not_unhaunted]

Poor Vivaldi. Sure he didn't deserve that.

[stardust_hobo]

[He laughs hysterically for a moment, shaking as he stands. And then all motion stops, and he goes silent. And then a moment later, he speaks.]

...Never was a fan of Vivaldi.

[not_unhaunted]

You worry me. [takes a step back. more giving him space than anything else, though.]

[stardust_hobo]

I worry a few people, or so I've heard... Time's not my side, music isn't either today. [He's shaking again, although it's only slightly. And he seems to appreciate the space.]

[not_unhaunted]

Wonder why. [glances at him, and away before trying to stare dead into his eyes.]

Go get drunk. Really smashed. It's excellent. [not that he expects Tyki not to know this.]

[stardust_hobo]

It's no small wonder, hmm? [He's not really fond of looking people in the eyes anymore, but he doesn't look away.]

I plan to. Until I can't think anymore. Can't walk. Don't care about the time. He'll have to come and get me in the morning, he'll be angry at me. But I can't help it, I'm going to drink until I'm sick.

[not_unhaunted]

[nods, looking a bit sick. you're a bit of a mirror, bro.] Thinking is secondary. He?

[stardust_hobo]

[He feels bad, he hates seeing him look that way.] Thinking leads to trouble for me. Always. Wish I could shut it off sometimes... I don't live alone anymore. I was trying hard, I didn't want to disappoint.

[not_unhaunted]

Pros and cons. Think and be inconvenienced or don't think and run into walls or something.

Oh. It'll be good for you. [contemplates for a moment.] Unless he starts hitting you, and then it won't.

[stardust_hobo]

There's no win either way. Unless I run into a wall hard enough to knock myself out. That might help, it'd pass the time, make it stop, until I woke and it moved for me once more.

...Maybe. At least I'd end up back home. Even if I'm not awake for it. [Thinks hard on this. Or as hard as he can, other issues are a bit more heavily weighing in his mind.] ...I don't think he's the type.

[not_unhaunted]

Walls can be vicious. Have faith. [headtilt.] Time doesn't seem to do much for you.

[sighs.] If he is treat him like the radio.

[stardust_hobo]

Terribly so. And faith? Lost that a long time ago. [Shakes his head again, fists clenching.] Time hates me.

...I could, but he'd fight back. And it'd all end up like it was years ago.

[not_unhaunted]

Figure of speech. Keep away from faith like it's trying to eat your face. [won't inquire anymore about time, but filing that away for as long as he can manage to remember it.]

Then stick with hoping you were right about "not the type".

[stardust_hobo]

Faith is for those who don't know better. Let them have it, they'll lose it in time.

That's the general idea. It'll be bad for both of us if it ends up like 'old times'.