oo4. haven't slept for weeks, drink some of this. it'll put color in your cheeks

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[Pyro is just walking around, like usual Mayfield. But today he looks a lot more tired than usual: his steps falter and sometimes he looks close to falling on his face. Every time he trips on himself, he manages to get back up, muttering to himself. Approach him if you dare.]

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[A few hours and a short nap later, Pyro

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open action DERPPPP WHAT ARE FLISTS

[paintme_crimson]

[When he passes by the porch Mokou is sitting on, she raises an eyebrow and calls out]

Hey. Somethin' wrong?

FIGMENTS OF THE IMAGINATION

[hotfrombehind]

[He stops in his tracks and looks around. It doesn't take him long to find the source of the voice, but his eyes are bleary.]

Uh. No. 'Course not. Why'd anything be fucking wrong? Ground's just moving funny, s'all. You get that, too?

8Da

[paintme_crimson]

The ground's not moving.

Are you drunk, or something?

[hotfrombehind]

Fuck no. Drinkin's for cowards, and I ain't no coward.

You sure the ground's not fucking with me? Does that to me sometimes, 'specially when I don't sleep. It's like it knows or something.

[paintme_crimson]

[Mokou hops off of the porch, and steps in front of him. She holds up two fingers, and starts to move her hand around in a circle pattern.]

How many fingers am I holding up?

[hotfrombehind]

Uh. Two. Wait-- Three. Four. No, wait--! Two. Three? Shit, I dunno, why th'fuck does it matter? Y'gotta have five fingers total on that hand, else you've been in shit or you're some weird alien.

[paintme_crimson]

Okay, man. Either you're 1) drunk, 2) stoned, 3) tired out of your mind, or 4) or doing some psychological trick with me.

What happened?

[hotfrombehind]

Not drunk or on any drugs, ma'am. Not into that kinda shit, it's just-- y'know. Wrong.

I guess I'm tired. Haven't slept in a few days, maybe two. [He rubs the back of his neck.] Was I bothering you or something?

[paintme_crimson]

You don't remember me, do you? [Sighhhh. Well, she's used to it, by now.]

You should go home and go to bed. Like, before you start eating the concrete.

[hotfrombehind]

Wait, I know you? [Squinty eyes.] Wait, wait, yeah. Tell me your name again, might remember then.

[Just gonna ignore what you said there, yep.]

[paintme_crimson]

Mokou. The pyrokinetic.

[hotfrombehind]

Oh. Uh. Japanese lady with the weird outer world or somethin' like that?

[paintme_crimson]

[Slow, rather condescending nod goes here.]

Seriously, though. Go home.

[hotfrombehind]

Um. Err. Guess I should.

[He turns on his heel, nearly falling. After taking a few steps, he turns back to face her.] Uh. Bye. Err, nice to see you again. Yeah.