( closed; in-progress )

[methodicals]

Characters: methodicals & amorflame
Setting/Location: Lute's room.
Date & Time: Day 10, morning.
Warnings: None! ♥
Summary: B is a little angstmachine and basically this is just to explain where he's been and do a cute little log with his best fran, hurrdurr.

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[methodicals]

A sudden weight on his shoulder snapped him out of his dozing, which had just begun being pleasant and forgetful. He wasn't irritable, however, but confused for a moment -- where was he? Why was someone touching him? Why was his body so heavy?

It didn't take long for everything to rush back painfully. Lute was touching him, his body was heavy because without L he shouldn't exist, and Lute was asking him a question. He hoped Lute wouldn't quit touching his shoulder; the sensation was proof he existed. Shifting slightly, he turned his head to look at Lute.

"No." I'm not hungry, I'll never be hungry again, I am only going to eat if you make me. "I'm a little nauseated. Eating doesn't seem a good idea."

[methodicals]

"Mm-mn." His eyes closed again while he thought. When had he eaten last? Beyond didn't remember either, but that could be his suddenly faulty and select memory rather than eating actually having failed to occur. Everything after he realized L had disappeared was hazy.

Suddenly he jolted; had he fallen asleep? He'd spaced out to be certain, and he wasn't sure for how long. His eyes snapped open again to focus on Lute; not too long, it couldn't have been. Lute was in the same position. Beyond feigned a small, apologetic smile.

"Not yet. When I'm convinced I'll keep it down, I will."