Stepping out of my box…

[isthis_hitsuzen]

Day: 18
Characters: Watanuki isthis_hitsuzen and Claire Bennet fuckingblondie
Summary: Watanuki, unable to get rest after lunch, goes out to get away from the things in his room, and runs into yet another body, this one alive. This one Claire.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Day / Start of 2ed Rec
Status:Closed/Incomplete

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[fuckingblondie]

Claire had had a pretty shitty day up to now. Getting completely plastered at breakfast had been the start of the it's all downhill from here train, and at this point, after having lost her whole afternoon to chloroform, she had to wonder whether or not whatever was due next would be worse than what had passed previously.

Probably.

She was, more than likely, just blowing it out of proportion. Like... what had happened while she was dead and on an autopsy table.

Regardless, she felt hands on her, shaking lightly, making her wince and cringe. Her head was throbbing, and everything felt vaguely of chloroform. At least it lasted less long for her. Her body was so convenient that way.

Still, alcohol stayed in her system pretty persistently, and she groaned and blinked up at a very blurry figure above her.

"What? Fuuma?" The boy looked a remarkable lot like Fuuma, except for-- "what happened to your eye?"

Her head hurt.

[isthis_hitsuzen]

He frowned, watching her seem to come to. Leaving his hand there, his shirt stained in dried blood and everything, he just rested it there, watching her as she looked up at him. He wasn’t sure if she was hurt, or what, but she was just slumped over in the hall here.

“Fu-fuuma? No.. ah, I’m not Fuuma… ah, I mean, are you alright, miss? Did… someone hurt you?”

He wasn’t sure who she was, if she was a danger or just in danger, but he could pass up someone in this kind of situation.

[fuckingblondie]

"No, I..."

Claire squinted at the figure above her.

If only she could think clearly, maybe this wouldn't be so difficult. "I don't remember. My head hurts. I... you really look just like him," she whispered, sitting up a bit and leaning in closer, as if it would render the world less blurry to look at. "Except for your eye."

As pretty as it was. She almost wanted to reach out to it, small smile playing on her face all the while.

[isthis_hitsuzen]

He blinked his eyes at her, she kept looking, commenting on them, and then half a second later realized he was still touching her. Drawing his hand away from her shoulder swiftly, as if she burned him he apologized.

“S-Sorry. Sorry. Um… You don’t remember?” Doesn’t remember what happened to her? He frowned, glancing around again, then, while sitting on one knee and leaned over there, he asked softly. “Is anything broken or anything? I could help you to your room if you like.” He trailed off, biting his inner lip. Poor girl.

What about his eye! He reached a hand up to touch under his gold eye, frowning. “I know they are… ah, odd. It’s hard to explain. But… I want to make sure you are alright first. Ah… what… what was your name?” because he didn’t know anyone here and voices sounded different to him on coms and in person.

[fuckingblondie]

"Don't apologize," she said, frowning at the now-unoccupied spot on her shoulder a bit, as if she felt that it had rather been her fault and that she'd done something terribly wrong to make him take his hand away. "I didn't mind, you know

[isthis_hitsuzen]

For one, he was not good with girls, through he liked to pretend to be, but he always worried they would be hurt some how. And this one was slumped in the hall, that was a sure sign of being hurt wasn’t it? He liked to protect them, but he wasn’t feeling top of his game as it was. Still, he could be kind to her

[fuckingblondie]

Shaking her head, she suddenly took his hand back in hers, squeezing lightly before just taking it and placing it on top of her heart with a small smile. "No, really. I mean it. It's okay. I don't mind. I like touching. Reminds me that I'm human, too