Quiet Time [Complete, Closed]
Characters: Machi Tobaye, Anna Marshall
Setting: Cricket Bedroom
Time: Night 002, mid... night? (BACKLOG WHY.)
Summary: Machi has an actual conversation with a human being. Anna possibly gets to learn more about the house. Stuff.
Warnings: Possible sap and/or mild language, depending.
Machi was stirring well after the others seemed to be asleep, tired of trying to join them. Yukimi and Minsc were certainly out, at any rate, and the little round... deer thing (Chopper still sounded like a dog's name to Machi) looked and sounded like it was doing something like sleeping, so he assumed it probably was. Anna was awake, though--she wasn't really paying attention, though, so he figured he'd be all right. He was immensely curious about the singer--why she was here, where she was from, things he never would have asked a normal person. Not that he would be asking her. He was too shy, too afraid of her reaction or answers. So he'd keep his distance, just stay close to her and her... apparent magic. He sighed a little bit and took off his sunglasses, glancing over to the singer to make sure she wasn't looking. It still wasn't something he was comfortable doing in the presence company, any company, even though he knew he could now.... but... well. He stared at the backs of the lenses pensively before wiping them carefully with the fabric of his shirt. Wearing them at night was admittedly impractical... he just couldn't bring himself to face anyone without them. Especially if he was being forced to lie. And then there was everything else... he couldn't stop wondering about the injured singer, and glanced at her again. Was she safe? Was anyone around here really safe to be around? Machi didn't know. It was too much to think about.
Honestly, Machi didn't really know what to think any more. In regards to... mostly anything. At this rate, the house was surely out to kill him--not the monsters, the house. There really wasn't a better way to put it. He was determined not to let it do that, but...
The sound of sleeping people and crickets was distracting him from his thoughts. At least he knew he wouldn't be waking anyone by accident if they were asleep under all that.
Setting: Cricket Bedroom
Time: Night 002, mid... night? (BACKLOG WHY.)
Summary: Machi has an actual conversation with a human being. Anna possibly gets to learn more about the house. Stuff.
Warnings: Possible sap and/or mild language, depending.
Machi was stirring well after the others seemed to be asleep, tired of trying to join them. Yukimi and Minsc were certainly out, at any rate, and the little round... deer thing (Chopper still sounded like a dog's name to Machi) looked and sounded like it was doing something like sleeping, so he assumed it probably was. Anna was awake, though--she wasn't really paying attention, though, so he figured he'd be all right. He was immensely curious about the singer--why she was here, where she was from, things he never would have asked a normal person. Not that he would be asking her. He was too shy, too afraid of her reaction or answers. So he'd keep his distance, just stay close to her and her... apparent magic. He sighed a little bit and took off his sunglasses, glancing over to the singer to make sure she wasn't looking. It still wasn't something he was comfortable doing in the presence company, any company, even though he knew he could now.... but... well. He stared at the backs of the lenses pensively before wiping them carefully with the fabric of his shirt. Wearing them at night was admittedly impractical... he just couldn't bring himself to face anyone without them. Especially if he was being forced to lie. And then there was everything else... he couldn't stop wondering about the injured singer, and glanced at her again. Was she safe? Was anyone around here really safe to be around? Machi didn't know. It was too much to think about.
Honestly, Machi didn't really know what to think any more. In regards to... mostly anything. At this rate, the house was surely out to kill him--not the monsters, the house. There really wasn't a better way to put it. He was determined not to let it do that, but...
The sound of sleeping people and crickets was distracting him from his thoughts. At least he knew he wouldn't be waking anyone by accident if they were asleep under all that.