Things you need to do when you're a real boy [Open]

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Who: Atem Note_Atem and Open
What: He's just getting used to his settings- and failing at life. Literally. Come laugh and make it worse or help if you'd like.
When: In the evening, two days after his arrival.
Where: Everywhere? Around the residential areas and the recreational area
Warnings: None I think? Just idiot behavior

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Pamela was just floating along the hallway, putting ribbons here and there, when she spied that guy with the weird hair. She vaguely remembers that he was a nice guy, so she floats over and speaks.

"Hey? You okay?"

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His eyes moved quickly upon hearing that voice, and the last pieces of the puzzle about her finally fit together. She wasn't lying about being a ghost, about being centuries old. At least that much was true, now he could see. Unless he was hallucinating, but he wasn't that far gone yet. So that was out.

A smile came over his lips with a small effortless nod in her direction. "Yes, Pamela, I'm fine. Thank you."

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"You sure? That's not really the best place to rest, y'know?"

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"Rest?" He asked. He wasn't trying to rest. He was trying to find out more things about his situation. There wasn't time for rest. A slow shake of his head, "I'm not- I wasn't trying to rest." Absolutely not.

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"Really? Well, you look really tired. Maybe you should take a rest." Pamela likes sleeping, see. She likes it quite a bit.

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"I don't have time for it. Maybe later." Sleeping was important, he remembered that. But it was hard to do- at least it had been, back then. He hadn't liked it that much. It always seemed like a waste of time, and sometimes he was plagued with nightmares.

...in a room full of strangers that would probably be pretty awful. He could go on for a few more days without it. Right? Sure. He had iron will. He could force himself to get through this. Having a physical presence again wasn't that hard.

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"No...I think you really need sleep. Nothing's gonna change so fast that you can't get a little sleep." Well, probably. Unless some of the crazier refugees decide to blow up the ship again.

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Atem gave her a soft look, or maybe it was that he couldn't manage much else just then. "I owe it to my world to remember what happened, and to try to fix things." He'd worked too hard to let it all go to waste. To even hear such a thing had been a punch to his gut that he still wasn't over; would probably never be over.

"...sleeping will have to wait. At least for a few more days." If he could manage it, and he would sure as hell try.

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"Well...that's sweet and all, but you won't do your world much good if you pass out while you're walking."

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He stood straighter hearing that, trying to prove something. "I'm not about to pass out. I'm perfectly fine." Of course he was. Pride would see to that. He wasn't about to pass out. How absurd.

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"Sure you are." Pamela smiled cheerfully at him, not believing him a whit. She is, in fact, thiiiiiiis close to attempting a good old-fashioned sleeping spell on him. She bets it wouldn't even take much...

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Atem wasn't sure if he was picking up sarcastic undertones. It was possible, as he had been caught leaning over the wall at first. He gave her an unsure look.

"I'll be fine, in any case. It's not that big of a deal." Perhaps that would help his case.

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It was totally sarcasm. And no, that didn't help his case at all. "What're you talking about? Living bodies need rest."

Pamela's teddy bear might have turned its head slightly to see Atem better...then again, it could be just your imagination.

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"I will rest. Just... not this very moment." In a few days he really wouldn't have much of a choice. He already knew this- being pointed out to him as what was wrong made it only easier to pinpoint.

He blinked, looking at that bear for a moment. But he was too tired already, classing it under his lack of sleep.

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"Promise? It'd suck to be you if I find out that you got dragged to the hospital area because you passed out in the middle of the park or something."

And if that happens, she will give you the most annoying friendship speech ever.

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He just gives her a long look. Promises. He usually tried to keep his word. Well, of course he would rest. Sooner or later he'd have to. And of course he'd be okay. He was always okay.

So, with a straight back and a head held high, he nods. "Of course, Pamela. I promise." Confidence and strength in his tone.