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[warped_genetics]

[ At first, there's just a faint sound-- something like a worried hum, sometimes interrupted by the sound of items being moved, the soft pat of footsteps, or the squeak of an opening door. After a time, however, these sounds become more frantic, accompanied by the familiar sound of Zetsurin's voice in a not-so-familiar tone.]Razzat! Razzat, where

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[askthelookout]

Zetsurin?

[He frowns, holding out his arm for the crow to hop onto, and peers at Zetsurin]

Hile. Uh... you've been like that an awfully long time. I'd say it's less than healthy. There's only so much water in you, kennit? I reckon you don't want to go crying it all out before you've had a drink.

[He might be being flippant, but as everyone knows, that's just Bert being Bert. He's actually very concerned, and it shows; his frown deepens]

Zetsurin, calm down. I'm sure he'll turn up.
Oh, Man Jesus...
I'm coming over.

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[ He doesn't answer at this.. he's apparently through with trying to convey how panicked he is about this to most everyone else. He just curled a bit tighter into his little ball.]

[askthelookout]

[He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, putting down the target he was making and standing up]

If you don't want me to show, say something in the next five seconds.

...

...

Okay, I'm on my way.

[warped_genetics]

[ L-lol, Cuthbert. Either way, he'll find Zets in the same position he's been for the past hour or so.]

[askthelookout]

[Indeed he will.
About five minutes later, he sits down next to Zetsurin and flicks him lightly on the side of the head. He's obviously been running.]

If your face was any longer, Zetsie, it'd fall right through the earth. Would it hurt you to smile?

Guess what!

[He plonks a teapot and a cup down in front of Zetsurin]

Recompense. Here. Drink it, or it goes in your ear.

[Leans over and pushes the full cup into Zetsurin's hand]

[warped_genetics]

[ Lifts his head slightly when the cup is pushed into his hand, and frowns, gently settling it back on the ground. ] ..No, thank you.

[askthelookout]

[Picks up the cup and shoves it back in Zetsurin's hand]

I can and will do this all day.

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[ His frown only deepens, but he still doesn't drink it, just staring into the cup.]

[askthelookout]

[Sigh]

Cry pardon, Zetsurin, but you're doing nobody any good like this. Just... try to breathe, all right?

[He puts a hand lightly between Zetsurin's shoulderblades, leaning over to look him in the eye]

You had a life before you met Razzat. Ergo, you're perfectly capable of having a life after you lose him. And he's in a better place, I'm sure.

...hard to get much worse, after all...

[warped_genetics]

[ His eyes narrow a bit at Cuthbert's words, more in pain than anger.. He hunches at the other's touch, teacup quivering in his hands. He seems to be holding it a bit too tightly.]

I.. I'm selfish, I need.. [ Pauses, exhaling a shuddering sigh.] My life.. my life was not here. Before. I've been.. near him the whole time, and now I can't..

[askthelookout]

Oh, fuck. I'm no good at this sort of thing...

You're not being selfish. You're doing what anyone would do when they lose someone, kennit? But you can't do that forever, so... well, so belt up.

[warped_genetics]

[ He just kept staring at that cup.. until, at least, Cuthbert said 'belt up'. All at once he was a flurry of activity; first he'd go and splash that tea-- along with the teacup itself-- into Cuthbert's face, perhaps shoving him back if he could, and thrusting himself away from the other to be just out of arm's reach-- unless he was pulled back, either way he'd be yelling the whole time.]

How dare you, how DARE you? How dare you talk as if you understand? You-- a child who's probably never loved once in his life-- are telling me to "belt up?" You don't understand. You won't understand. You aren't like me! You don't know what it's like to lose someone like that-- [ And here he breaks off into a stream of what might be curses, but it's hard to tell since he's frequently switching languages-- English, For'yuan, French. Rinse, wash, repeat. ]

Wow. Long post here. ^.^'

[askthelookout]

[The teacup hits him full in the face. He doesn't even flinch, just sits there for a moment and lets Zetsurin rant.]

[Eventually, though, he gets fed up. Reaching out to grab Zetsurin by the scruff of the neck, he aims a neat punch at Zetsurin's eye - hard enough to hurt, not hard enough to leave a scar. Which is to say, pretty damn hard. He's gone white under the tan, and his jaw's tight]

How dare you? How dare you assume you know me, or what I'm like, or whether I've loved?

[He pauses to shake tea out of his hair. It would be funny if he didn't look so homocidal]

You have no fucking idea, do you, sai Zetsurin? You're calling me a child, but I'm not the one huddling up into a ball and throwing a tantrum when something doesn't go my way! You think I don't know how you feel? You think I've never loved? Never lost anyone? Fuck you.

[He seems to calm down a little at this point, taking a deep breath. His hands are still balled up into tight fists, but he isn't actually attacking Zetsurin any more.]I came out here to try and help,

Eeeek. XD;

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[ Of course, he's immediately cut off when he's grabbed and punched-- he instinctively flinches, despite whether it'll hurt or not, and to his surprise, it does. He intakes a sharp breath, effectively silenced, eyes widening. There's bits he could protest against, but his anger is already dissolving into something like fear, as if he hadn't realized that Cuthbert would react this way.

After Cuthbert stops speaking, there's a fairly long silence.. Zetsurin only hunches his shoulders and bows his head, unsure of what to say. ]

Angry!Cuthbert scares me... DX

[askthelookout]

[He sighs, rocking back onto his heels, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides for a moment]

Cry pardon. But it had to be said.

Indeed. D:

[warped_genetics]

[ Gives his head the slightest of shakes, just leaning back against the cabin wall and staring at the ground. His eye is really starting to hurt, and since Frui'dion are about two or three times more sensitive than humans to physical pain... Yeah. Either way, he looks back up at Cuthbert through his hair, shifting a bit to press himself closer to the wall.]

I'm.. sorry.