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[survivorsguilt]

[Oh noes, the flower boy has gotten lost.]

...great. The one time they let me out by myself to deliver flowers, and I get lost. Wonderful.

[rubs at his shoulder. It's aching again.]

Anyone here? Hello?

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[suavekitten]

[Someone has finally fallen out of bed and directly into a spectacular hangover. Damn, how much did he have to drink last night? Obviously not enough, since he's feeling it now. He's tempted to stay right where he is until his head stops pounding, but after a while he realizes that things aren't going to get any better until he drags himself out of bed for some coffee.]

[Wherever the coffee is around here. Oh, yay, he's not in that weird winged place anymore. But he's definitely not home, either. Not that he can muster the energy to care just now. All he wants is some coffee. Failing that, someone or something to put him out of his fucking misery.]

[... Lucky him, he finds Ken first.]

[Ow. Annoyed face is annoyed!] You don't have to yell, y'know.

[survivorsguilt]

[congratulations, Yotan, you've made Ken go white as a sheet within 10 seconds.]

Yohji?

[suavekitten]

[Something here is not right at all, even less so than usual. What the hell is that look for? Did he miss something? What did he do this time? Why is there still no coffee?]

... Yeah?

[survivorsguilt]

[Whatever gave you that idea, Yotan? And there's no coffee because the world hates you. Also it's a good thing that Ken wasn't actually holding the flowers he was to be delivering because they would've gone crash all over the floor. As it is Ken takes a step or two backwards, still looking like he's seen a ghost.]

...fuck, I'm hallucinating again...

[suavekitten]

[Okay, this would make more sense if he was actually awake, but he's just going to have to improvise. Out of habit he twists his head around to take a look at himself, and finds nothing out of the ordinary... And actually, that's odd. The wings he had are gone.]

Shit. I... Maybe we both are. [He frowns at Ken.] What's wrong?

[survivorsguilt]

You...you're dead.

This isn't real...

[He backs away farther and--whoops, inconvenient wall to bump into. don't you hate it when that happens?]

[suavekitten]

What? [Maybe he did miss something. Still, this isn't exactly what he was expecting from the afterlife, that's for damn sure.] Do I look dead to you?

[survivorsguilt]

[you heard me. And maybe you did.]

I...

[suavekitten]

Ken. I don't know if any of this is real anymore, but... Look, I'm not dead, okay? [He feels worse than dead, but he's pretty sure that's an indication of still being alive.]

[survivorsguilt]

[And yet Ken is still freaking out. Looks like that didn't convince him. Since he can't back up any farther, he settles for sliding down against the wall until he's pressed against it and crouching on the ground.]

[suavekitten]

[Well, shit.]

[It's past time for a cigarette. He's going to fix that now, keeping an eye on Ken all the while.]

What makes you think I'm dead?

[survivorsguilt]

[And Ken doesn't even begin to give him trouble for it. Yet another indicator something's wrong.]

I killed you.

[suavekitten]

[Whoops, there went the lighter. Say what? Lalala, totally playing it cool. Seriously, dude, calm down.] I think I'd remember something like that. I mean, you kicking my ass? Like that's ever gonna happen.

[survivorsguilt]

[Ken totally doesn't seem to think very highly of your joke.]

It did.

[suavekitten]

[Yeeeeeeah, no. C'mere, lighter.]

Then how am I still alive? Usually when you kill people, they stay dead.

[survivorsguilt]

I don't know. I don't.

I'm sorry.