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[curious_copycat]

Genkaku. Thank you.

[ooc: Um... so, some stuff happened...]

Comments

[NOT HERE]

[prayforprey]

[ he knows exactly what she's talking about as soon as he sees the post. the wounds under unseen bandages are no longer needle-white, but yellowing with maltreatment and uncare. ]

[ subconsciously, with a hand that is not on the Guide, he touches the clawmarks -- ]

[ and hisses. ]

Re: [NOT HERE]

[nicotine_patch]

[the hiss draws his attention from the paper, and he looks up from where he's splayed on the floor, the sheaves of ink themselves sorted into schizophrenic patterns]

You playin'? Thought you didn't miss yer prison pals.

[ACTION]

[prayforprey]

[ his Guide is tossed to him carelessly, the girl's post still pulled up in an unguarded and honest manner (far more revealing than the bandages under shirt). ]

I don't.

Re: [ACTION]

[nicotine_patch]

[a murky eye flickers across the screen, and it's soon trained on Genkaku again]

[he doesn't hide his surprise]

You made a new pal?

[voice]

[prayforprey]

Don't. S'just a Super Monk's job.

Re: [voice]

[curious_copycat]

[A long pause; she tries to think of how to respond without just saying "thank you" again.]

I never thought I could ever be free of them. Even for a little bit...

Re: [voice]

[prayforprey]

Ain't like you're actually dead.

[ the same natural huff of his dominant voice; he won't shed defenses for her again. not like this. ]

Re: [voice]

[curious_copycat]

But it let me forget them for a while... It let me forget hurting.

[wingsofsilver]

The hell do you have to thank him for?

[curious_copycat]

I... have trouble sleeping, sometimes. He helped.

[wingsofsilver]

Yeah, I always did think he'd be great at singing a lullaby.

C'mon, seriously?

[curious_copycat]

I have nightmares... kind of. Bad memories, anyway.

He made them stop.