theafflicted | week 2 ~*afterparty*~

week 2 ~afterparty~

[ well, after everyone had their encounter either ghostbusting or being ghostbusted, and once returned to the campus, flat thinks that it's a great idea to wind down with-- ]

I FOUND A BOOTLEG COPY OF THE SHREK MOVIE. LET'S WATCH IT @ THE KARAOKE PLACE! BRING YOUR OWN SNACKS!!!!

[ hopefully it's not too cramped, but repurposing a tablet to project estelletube 'jim shrok FULL MOVIE part 1 of 20' is not that difficult of a task for flat.

he's managed to bring some popcorn, but that's about it.

rest up everyone, it's been a long day.

(for ya'll. flat had fun.) ]

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[Owen's first stop is actually the health room, because someone had a nasty run in and his arm is... Well. It's kind of fucked up, honestly, but he doesn't seem all that bothered by it himself, even if he's kind of doing a piss-poor job of patching himself up. He's used to healing himself with magic, and while he can tell the wounds left by the grappling hook are pretty nasty, he can't exactly do his own stitches. At least he's ambidextrous, so cleaning the wound and wrapping gauze around his arm isn't even more difficult. The bandage is also obvious, because his sleeve is torn and he doesn't feel like pulling it off to put another shirt on just yet. He doesn't want to start bleeding even worse.

(He also stops by the laundry room as well to drop off his coat and hopefully have less of a problem getting the blood out, but he'll have to figure out repairing it later.)

He does, eventually, join the movie watch, even if he only has a vague idea of what a "movie" is. The tablets have gotten him accustomed to moving pictures, but used as a storytelling device... That is still a new experience. He's on a couch, and if someone joins him on the couch he will not hesitate at all to put his legs over the lap, so... maybe best to give him some space unless you want a noodly wizard draping over you and getting his cold feet in your space.

He also looks like he's not enjoying the movie, but the [cat no banana] face is kind of approaching his default expression.

He leaves partway through, stopping by the cafeteria to eat something a bit more substantial than snacks - though that substantial thing seems to be pancakes - and he stays there for quite a while, spending more time poking at his food and staring off to into space. This has... been a week, huh.]

[ At least Owen was smart to go to the health room first. Hien just stayed in the cafeteria, because he didn't expect anyone to come here. But then he sees Owen. He's exhausted, but he goes to sit across from him. Hien doesn't say anything for now and the only thing he does is quietly chewing on some washed piece of lettuce.

He's covered in blotches of red, the university shirt being torn in some places, underneath that is only white and red from the gauze and bandages around his torso, his right hand still bandaged, his neck still covered in bandages, his legs having bruises...

Anyway, he finally finds the words he can say: ]

You should stop wearing white.

[ It's not what he wanted to say in particular, but it's something out of his mouth. ]

You look awful.

[Because. Yikes. He definitely came out of this worse than Owen did.

He also ignores the comment on white clothes, because who's fault is it his coat is all bloody now? It's not Owen's fault.]

Did you just come straight here?

[Because he didn't see him in the health room! He didn't see anyone there!

He pokes at his pancakes some more, but now he's just. Staring at Hien.]

Yeah. Don't feel any pain.

[ For now. Thanks, magical gauze. ]

Didn't expect anyone to come here.

[Owen tuts, as if he's somehow disappointed in Hien.

Not that he has any right to be disappointed in anyone not taking care of themselves...]

Why would I not come here? That "movie" was awful, and I'm hungry.

[Says the guy who has had all of One Bite of his food.]

You don't look hungry, at least.

[ He stares at his pancakes, but also raises an eyebrow at Owen. y u tutting me boi ]

But I dunno. You could have actually slept in your room or something by now.

[He takes a large bite of pancake, just to be a brat.]

I'm not tired, and the same could go for you, too. You're out here.

[...]

Are you hiding?

No. The dorms tend to be loud. I don't need obnoxious noise right now.

[ The night in the cafeteria is surprisingly peaceful. ]

Everyone's still probably watching the movie back at the karaoke room or whatever.

[He hasn't slept in the dorms and doesn't spend a lot of time in them, so he has missed The Trombone Experience, so he just raises an eyebrow at Hien.]

I don't know how long that movie's going to last.

[He puts his fork down, and props his chin on his hand.]

Do you still want to hurt me?

Not right now, no.

[ ... ]

Does your arm still hurt?

[(x) doubt]

Yeah.

[He just has normal bandages on it!]

It's not the worst injury I've had to deal with, so it's fine.

Considering how you died a bunch of times, I'm pretty sure one of the worse injuries were involved in one of those.

[ Hien looks at Owen's arm and squints. ]

You suck ass at bandaging. Holy shit. Get that off right now.

Well it's not like I've ever needed to bandage myself before.

[Unsurprisingly, magic is the source of all of his healing.

But he'll unwrap the bandages around his arm anyways, ~~pouting~~ frowning the whole time.]

[ He sighs. ]

I don't need to either because I have innate regeneration, but it's still a useful skill to have, you know, in case you can't use magic. Like right now.

[ Hien has a spare roll of bandages because, well, look at him. He walks over to where Owen sits and gets out the ointment too, and a napkin. After the bandages are unwrapped, he gently wipes the area clean, applies ointment, rubs Owen's arm so he can get that in, and then bandages his arm properly. ]

That's when I just let myself die.

[It's a strategy that works for him back home, but. Not exactly something to risk here - not that this injury was anywhere near fatal.

He doesn't protest as Hien patches him up, but he does watch with no small measure of curiosity.

He doesn't bother asking if Hien feels guilty. He doubts he is - and it's not like Owen would be, either.

Still, it's obvious there's something he wants to say, if only he would stop hesitating and spit it out.]

[ Hien looks straight at Owen, and then tightens the bandage to a more painful level. After that, he unties the bandage to adjust the tightness to proper levels. ]

You're not allowed to die any time soon before I get to stab you.

[ ... ]

This one didn't count.

[Owen flinches, but that just makes him grin more brightly.

Probably because he's a huge, fucked up masochist or something.]

I'll do whatever I want to do.

[And it's not like he controls the die, anyways.]

This was more of a shot than a stab, anyways. Worse than getting hit by a bullet, though.

Yeah. It's meant to hurt for a long time.

[ Because the hook is sharp and dirty from use. ]

But you like that, so I guess it's not too much of a loss for you.

[ Hien finally lets go of the bandages and just sits there while resting his head on his hand, while his arm rests on the table. ]

Do you want to leave your mark? Hien.

[He looks down at the bandages, because it's easier to look at that than Hien right now!]

Because maybe if you ask nicely, I won't erase the scar as soon as I get my magic back.

[ Hien looks at Owen evenly. ]

You can erase it if you want. I'm not hung up about being remembered.

[ lol ]

[(x) doubt]

Is that so?

[Maybe he's just projecting, but it's plainly obvious Owen doesn't believe that for a second. He props his chin up on his hand, ready to initiate a staring contest.]

Yeah. I come and go through worlds all the time, just like I do for people.

[ He comes into their lives and leaves just as much. Hien welcomes the staring contest though, as if his gaze tries to dig deep into the very core of Owen's existence. ]

If I would desperately want someone to remember me, I'd just be with them until they die.

You eat worlds.

[He's just. Saying.

Though... Does this means he just eats people, too???? He'll have to ask about that later.]

You can't remember people when you're dead, so is that really the same thing? You only think you can leave an impact on someone if you're always there?

Well, that's the thing. I don't die. What better way to remember someone to have them in your face all the time? You wouldn't be able to forget them how hard you tried.

[ Anyway. ]

You think my diet is just worlds? I like spaghetti better.

[Privately, Owen is pretty sure he knows people who would absolutely forget someone who's in their face constantly, but he doesn't need to draw more comparisons between Mithra and Hien.]

Have you ever eaten a mana stone? Or do magical beings in your world not leave those behind?

[It is, technically, on topic.]

cw injury mention, thanks hien

(yw) cw injury descriptions

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cw death mention, thanks owen

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cw vore mention i guess, how many roller coasters can one thread be on

cw vore mention; unlimited roller coasters for owen

cw vore mention; let him off this wild ride, he enjoys it too much