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Re: Day 253 night

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[Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

He levers an elbow up to weakly jab into Emet's ribs]

Re: Day 253 night

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[Rude, pillow, rude. He leans up.]

Did you drink any water?

Re: Day 253 night

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[That is not enough room to wiggle away so he just twists into a more comfortable position to be a pillow, resigned to his fate.]

Hm. Some. Probably not enough. You?

Re: Day 253 night

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I thought your vessel was supposed to be.... good at this.

[He sits up or tries to. He has to use the headboard and rest of the furniture to do so. Then he spots Lahabrea's health journal and flips to the current page.]

Re: Day 253 night

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[He hasn't had time to write in it beyond whatever was breakfast.

He rolls over with Emet sitting up, and that's enough movement for him!]

He is. But he has limits. I have not drunk so much since--I don't know when I have drunk so much.

Re: Day 253 night

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[That's okay, Emet is filling it out for him like a pal with dubious accuracy.]

Water. Then rest.

[He says as he slumps back down after standing. He huffs and tries again with better success.]

Re: Day 253 night

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[He turns his head to watch Emet without lifting a hand at all to help. He's not budging.]

Personally I am content to pay the price on the morrow. Just getting to this point was too much coordination.

[He pronounces that very carefully indeed.]

But if you must.

[He finally tries to get an arm under him to sit up.]

Re: Day 253 night

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[Tosses a pillow at him with bad accuracy to knock him back down. You sill man, he's got this.

...

...

Except he's standing trying to determine how to transport the water. He can't exactly hold it.]

Re: Day 253 night

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[The pillow lands by his but he wobbles anyway just because on no, incoming, what is balance can you eat it]

........

....Help me up. We will go. Together.

Re: Day 253 night

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[Returning to the bed and giving him a scrutinizing look.

Nah. Water really was too much trouble.

He just flops back against him.]

Re: Day 253 night

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Ngh.

[Man down. He huffs and lifts a hand to run through Emet's hair, a little roughly from his lack of coordination.]

Re: Day 253 night

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[Doesn't seem to mind and he buries his face into his shoulder to minimize the light he has to deal with. The rest just comes out muffled.]

And now?

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Now....?

[He doesn't stop petting him, brain chugging along as best it can.]

Oh. The fool shard?

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MmmmHmmmm.

[Squints.]

Something is wrong with Vergil.

[Besides being half demon.]

Re: Day 253 night

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[He makes a eh kind of gesture. What does he care about cats!

Vergil is important though.]

What?

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He drank to my never.

Though I suppose he can teleport. I don't know what's wrong with the other one.

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Oh. That. He--something about refusing his brother's hand, going to hell. He's a fool.

Lots of fools.

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....

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Did he not want to go to hell?

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As far as I can gather... no.

You know that... That thing mortals do? Where they are hurt and alone and scared and find it easier to pretend they are above it, rather than be vulnerable enough to accept love?

That. That thing.

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I am well aware. I've incited it.

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Oh yes. You're very good at it.

It's that thing.

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Why hell?

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Not entirely sure. He got stuck there as a child. Escaped, somehow, and then--what was that word?

Yeet. Yes. Yeeted. Yeeted himself back into hell for some reason or other, after rejecting his brother's hand and who knows what else.

That was when he was rather younger.

And then. Then! The idiot gets obsessed and splits his soul in two because emotions are a weakness.

[He starts to sit up.]

I'm going to throw him off the roof.

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[Simply applying weight to him. Though he has really only one take away.]

You do care.

Re: Day 253 night

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[He cannot move? That is unfair? Emet-Selch is a cheater. He makes an annoyed noise and gives up on sitting up.]

I did not say that.

[Which is just reflexive honestly.]