Re-No 9: [Death is Overrated] - Comment Log

[failatskypirate]

[Cou wakes up with something of a start. He's naked aside from his communicator and after backing himself against a wall and trying to cover his (Needlessly censored with random yelling of "Gigantic Tager!") with his hand, he's flushing a generally brilliant shade of crimson

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[brittlenerves]

N-No need t--to y-yell.

[Too worn down to be flustered, Xanth retrieves a set of scrubs for Cou from a cabinet. He's got scratches and cuts and a week-old bruise on his face, but it's mostly superficial damage.

Looking in the complete opposite direction, Xanth offers Cou the scrubs.]

[failatskypirate]

[He hadn't really expected to startle anyone -it seemed that most of everyone was busy tending to their own problems and he figured that using his inside voice wouldn't have sufficed in getting the help he'd need.

Still, he appreciatively takes the scrubs and dons them in a hurry, still feeling sore from things he was still trying to remember with the blur they happened in.]

Sorry about that. You look kinda beaten up, are you okay?

i'm going to bed, will get more tags tomorrow!

[brittlenerves]

... I--I'm-- I'm f-fine.

[Xanth runs a hand down his face. He's not fine; he's tired as hell. But whenever he tries to sleep, if it'll even come to him, all he sees are those visions.]

Is-- i-is there anyone you... y-you're l--looking f-for?

No worries

[failatskypirate]

[Cou's expression turns mildly quizzical, getting the very distinct impression by his speech that this guy has been through much worse than he's had to endure.]

Uh, if you know 'em, Mikaela, Kairi or Mikey.

[chopshopgoddess]

[That's a familiar voice.

And...wow.

Was he seriously just naked?

She waves from her cot, grinning despite what has happened.]

[failatskypirate]

[Yup. Seriously naked. It seems no one briefed him (No pun intended) that when you die, you're missing any clothes you were wearing. Not a horrid loss in his current case, as when all hell broke loose, he had the trash-bag costume on and a pair of his boxers.

Man did he wish he could get back to his room and change at the moment.

And seeing his friend/crush on a nearby cot. Completely not adding to how awkward he felt already. But flushing a shade crimson, he uses his not-being-used-to-cover-hand to wave back.]

[chopshopgoddess]

[She can't help but giggle at the situation, and she pushes herself up to wave one of the million blankets people had brought to her at him.]

Want?

[failatskypirate]

[A blanket -hell, anything was looking good as long as it kept him from being quite so exposed a the moment. He offers a somewhat sheepish smile.]

Uhm, please?