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paradisa2013-05-10 05:11 pm
whichwayyoulean) wrote in paradisa2013-05-10 05:11 pm
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Twenty Eight Truffula Trees
[Friends]
[He'd meant to do this yesterday, but the Lorax arriving had thrown him off. Still, the forest guardian had done him some good. It meant he had to try to piece himself together again, or at least start to. But there was something more important to attend to now. After losing Zelos and House (the memory of watching the latter die engraved on his brain and refusing to leave) he needs to know...]
Okay guys, if you could tell me if you got out of that mess now would be a really great time. Don't make me come looking for you, because I'm pretty sure someone in here will drag me back to bed before I can pathetically shuffle as far as the door. We'd be at it all day.
Just...check in.
[Mom]
[He didn't want to make this filter. He'd rather her not know where he is. Perhaps, even, he has the smallest hope her visit in the castle was brief. Enough to shake him up before she went home again. One last wonderful stab in the chest to remember her by.
...But she's still his mother. And he still needs to know if she's okay]
I asked after you. Where were you? Are you still here?
[He'd meant to do this yesterday, but the Lorax arriving had thrown him off. Still, the forest guardian had done him some good. It meant he had to try to piece himself together again, or at least start to. But there was something more important to attend to now. After losing Zelos and House (the memory of watching the latter die engraved on his brain and refusing to leave) he needs to know...]
Okay guys, if you could tell me if you got out of that mess now would be a really great time. Don't make me come looking for you, because I'm pretty sure someone in here will drag me back to bed before I can pathetically shuffle as far as the door. We'd be at it all day.
Just...check in.
[Mom]
[He didn't want to make this filter. He'd rather her not know where he is. Perhaps, even, he has the smallest hope her visit in the castle was brief. Enough to shake him up before she went home again. One last wonderful stab in the chest to remember her by.
...But she's still his mother. And he still needs to know if she's okay]
I asked after you. Where were you? Are you still here?
Cass
Got a busted knee and some broken ribs. It could have been worse. You?
Once-ler
Could be worse. Can you have... people come visit?
Cass
It could be a lot worse. And yeah, I can have visitors.
Once-ler
[There's a prolonged bit of silence after that, but it's not too long before Cass is finding her way into the infirmary with yarn and knitting needles for both of them. It doesn't take long to find his bed, what with the whole giant beanpole thing he's got going on, so she comes straight over to him, deposits the knitting stuff on the bed, then leans over so she can hug him carefully.]
I'm sorry you're hurt.
Clinic foreveeerr
So am I, trust me. But hey, I'm still here, that's something.
[He very nearly wasn't, and far too many people haven't come back]
I'm glad you got out of it.
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She lets go of him but ignores the chair nearby, choosing to sit on the edge of his bed instead.]
Figure... knitting lessons, in here? Keep away boredom.
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That's the best idea I've heard all day. Where did we get up to?
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[She reaches for what she's been working on and holds it up for him so he can see that maybe that wasn't the best idea. There are missed stitches and lumps and no matter how much Cass tugs to make the whole thing hang straight, somehow she worked in a weird twisting part.]
Should probably... start from beginning.
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Hey, that's pretty good for a beginner. You did better than I did when I was starting out.
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[And hey look, he;s being honest]
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Guess I'm lucky, then. Have good teacher, to... keep halfs even.
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Are you sure? I mean, I'd hate to be making you walk all the way here every day.
[But he wants her there, he really does]
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[And she leans forward, looking left and right to make it look more like this really is a secret and she's on the lookout for spies.]
Would have, anyway.
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You would, huh?
[A part of him wants to ask why she would. After all, as far as he's concerned, he's terrible company. But he holds the question back...for now, just knowing she wants to be around him is enough]
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[Another surreptitious glance around then, and then she cups her hand by her mouth and whispers to him.]
Cause I like you. Would have been worried.
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He has to stop doing this. He can't let this go on the way it's going. He needs to explain to her what a mess he is, how he hurt everyone. He can't let himself start feeling this way, because it's getting harder to kid himself they aren't there.
...Maybe after he heals. Yeah. Save it until after he heals]
I... well, I like you too, I was worried. Not that I probably should have been, I mean, you can obviously take care of yourself. You could probably handle anything dangerous without even thinking about it and wow I need to stop talking now.
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It's okay. No one ever did, before. Worry about me. Just means... we really are friends.
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Really? [A pause] No one really did back home for me, either. Not until I came here. But I can understand it for me, but you...you're a great person. You should have a cartload of people worried about you.
...And yeah, we really are.
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Think I should... take all this out, redo? Try for... not lumpy scarf?
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Well, it could be easier. [But...] But hey, it's for me right? I think I kinda like it lumpy. It makes it unique. I'll always know it was the one you made for me.
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That sounds like a great plan to me.
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