003 ♑ Eyes

[driedfisheyes]

Characters: Eyes and uh, ANYONE really
Location: In some side street near the library.
Time: Late-afternoon ish
Style: First =3
Status OPENNN

[If the coral had been the source of not only that damn music that had followed him around a while back (that trashy pop music that Kanone had played on loop once - Kanone had insisted that it suited him

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[whowasphones]

[He happened to be checking out some things at the library and was on his way home when he came across the figure collapsed in the street. It was troubling, of course, considering the mass exhaustion everyone had faces not long ago. Were people still being affected by it...? Approaching closer, he realized he recognized him. What was his name again...]

Rutherford?

[driedfisheyes]

[No, this one's just an idiot =| Well, not really, HE HAS HIS REASONS but it's not like he's discussing them so MOOT POINT

Either way, it'll take a lot more than that, at this point =| Try again Neku!]

1/2

[whowasphones]

[Oh, ignoring him, huh!! He's not responding... Neku could very well just leave him there...]

[whowasphones]

[Oh, what the hell. He kneels down and gives him a bit of a shake.]

Hey. Come on, already.

[driedfisheyes]

[This...what...who? Disjointed thoughts prodded at the edges of his mind as a nagging voice dug from the inside out. There was someone's hand on him - the fluttering of eyelids in that half-closed half-wanting-to-open state.]

Kanone...?

[Was he about to over-sleep a recital practice again....?]

[whowasphones]

[He doesn't even know what you're talking about, so he's not going to respond to that. But at least you seem to be waking up!]

...

[driedfisheyes]

[And his eyes open. That's...not Kanone. A head of orange hair and, as things come into proper focus - that boy. Vatheon. Of course.

He is waking up, and damn this city. He pushes himself up - and succeeds for all of five, ten centimeters. His eyes fall shut for a moment.

Before they open again. And with as much of a refined air as one could muster, plastered against a city street:]

Is there something you wanted?

[whowasphones]

Uh, you were passed out on the street.

[driedfisheyes]

I'm aware of that.

[Obviously =|]

[whowasphones]

[Really? Well then I guess my work here is done.]

Looks like you're fine, then.

[driedfisheyes]

[Yeah. Totally. He's fine. Which is why he can't seem to summon enough energy to get up. What the hell.]

If you're quite done, then. [Go away and leave him to be miserable in peace =(]

[whowasphones]

[Actually, he'll do that :(]

Yeah.

[Later dude :(]

[driedfisheyes]

[why u do dis.

Well. Either way. Eyes will try once more and then just go back to being live-roadkill. His life sob ;_;]