When I'm falling down / Will you pick me up again? [Closed]

[boundbynaught]

Characters: boundbynaught and wayward_faith at first, then boundbynaught and Alpha
Location: Ventus's place, then Clinic
Time: April 20th following this thread, then April 22nd
Style: Log
Status: Closed; Completed!

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[lamufao]

[And he will find Alpha, sitting in his desk chair, legs propped up on the desk as he sways back and forth in his chair. A little tune flows out of the radio on the windowsill while the man himself idly blows bubbles through the small bottle of bubble soap he has in his hands. The wand dips into the bottle a few times before he blows through it again, a content smile on his face.

The room though? Is plain white except for the walls covered head to toe in books. Though the wall behind Alpha is covered head to toe in small televisions. On his desk is a computer and many many broken or fixed SFCs on top of it. There's also two chairs across from him for company. Other than that, it's a simple day in a simple office with a "simple" man.]

[boundbynaught]

[Rep is not at all bothered by the pure white room; similar rooms were his 'home' for most of a month. The bubble-blowing does strike him as a bit odd, but nothing so odd he'd remark on it, or possibly even bothering remembering it.

He approaches the desk looking extremely focused, and stops just in front of it without a care for the chairs.]

I need a new... [He points to the broken pieces] one of those. [Direct and blunt, as ever.]

[lamufao]

[Have some bubbles in your general direction, Rep.

Nevertheless, hey, he's responding]

New what?

[No one said this was going to be easy.]

[boundbynaught]

[It's never easy for him.]

One of those. [He points again.] The star-shaped things that let you talk to other people.