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[i realized i never formally announced anything, but sorry for the absence! iām in between hobbies and at the moment and this blog isnāt one of them. but iāll be back for sure!
starlight-sungā:
Eno whines softly, ears drooping. He doesnāt want to leave, though. He takes Sungās hand again. Feel safe, he mouths.
Sung lets out a soft sigh, and gently squeezes his hand.Ā āUnfortunately, we donāt know if you are safe here,ā he says.Ā āIāll visit later on, alright? But you need to go back.ā
starlight-sungā:
Eno pauses, thinking, and then shrugs. Heās not sure if itās safe or not, but whatever. He takes Sungās hand and smiles, swinging their arms between them.
Sung furrows his brow, and after a moment, pulls his hands away.Ā āYou need to go home,ā he says.Ā āIāve got shit to do, and I really donāt want to go in over my head with this stuff. You should stick around the people who know whatās going on.ā
bajillianshitpostsā:
Bajillian huffs and follows him again.Ā āWhat if you reach your limit, and it fucks you up??ā She realizes sheās raising her voice, and chooses to go with a more gentle tone.
āYouāre already barely eating and not making sense, and Iām worried about you. I donāt see how this is beneficial.ā
āListen, Jilli, my body knows how to take care of itself,ā Sung replies,Ā āThe worst that will happen is I pass out and it gets the rest it needs. No harm done. Especially since Iām wearing my helmet, I'm much less likely to get a concussion when I hit the concrete.ā
starlight-sungā:
Eno shakes his head. He pokes at Sungās core, mouthing the word again as he does it. Not healthy.
Itās only then that Sungās brain processes who heās looking at, and he shakes his head.Ā āWait, shouldnāt you be back home, anyway?ā he asks. āI thought your other half was trying to get you back together. I donāt know what sort of fuckshit could go down if youāre existing in different dimensions.ā
starlight-sungā:
Itās the first time Enoās dimension hopped since the split, and heās just been watching Sung talk, his head spinning.
At the end of it he hops off the counter and steps up to Sung, fingertips brushing the dark circles under his eyes. Tired, he mouths.
Sung stops in his tracks, tilting his head in confusion.Ā āI never said I was tired,ā he says. āBut if youāre tired, you should rest. Is that why youāre here? I suppose me talking at you isnāt going to help. Why are you hopping dimensions if you need rest?ā
bajillianshitpostsā:
Bajillian follows Sung and tries to get him to sit down, but heās moving too much, so she just watches with a worried look on her face. Ready to catch him if needed.
āThatās not a good reason to find out,ā she reasons.Ā āThatās like if I said⦠if Iāve never downed a beaker of pure acid before, how can we know if itās bad for me?ā
āWell, because we know that your nondescript āpure acidā would be highly corrosive and would most definitely destroy your insides,ā Sung says,Ā āScience tells us that. People have tried it before, and statistically, it hasnāt gone well.ā
He turns on his heel and goes right back to pacing.
āSleep, on the other hand, is not something I have studied at length. Not in my own species, anyway. I donāt know what my limits are, and I think it would benefit me greatly to find out.ā
Sung has been pacing the room, monologuing for quite some time now. He hasnāt left his lab in a little over a week, so this has been his main form of exercise lately. Heās not making a whole lot of sense, and has kind of lost track of the question they asked him initially, so he finally stops and turns to face them.
āLook. All Iām saying is, if Iāve never stayed up for more than 168 hours straight before, how can we know if itās bad for me?ā
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bajillianshitpostsā:
Bajillian sniffled and moved her hand, keeping it out of her sight. She wasnāt sure if she was bleeding, but she didnāt want to know.Ā āI was tired, and that takes so much energy,ā she whined.Ā
At his second question, she shook her head with a little pout.Ā āMy head hurts, nāmy visionās blurry.ā
āOkay, itās okay,ā Sung said, keeping his voice soft.Ā āAre you hurt anywhere else, do you think? Or just your head?ā
starlight-sungā:
Sung swallows, trying not to breathe as he stares down at him. The core seems toā¦calm down a little at Sungās touch almost, the flashing slowing down a little. He doesnāt really want to dwell on what that means, other than it being helpful.
Sung hums, curious, and presses further.Ā āIs there... something specific I should be looking for?ā he asks.Ā āLike, am I going to feel something tangible? It looks like Iām doing something, but Iām not sure what.ā
lordtupperwareā:
It happened to be on a late night when Porter got the text. It was simple, vague, and very distressing- and coming from Adam, the more reserved of his friends, it only made his mind race. He left for Adamās place as fast as he could, jumping behind the wheel and waiting until he arrived to finally slow to an acceptable speed, stop the car, and get to the front door.
He knocks a few times, loud and clear.Ā āAdam? Adam, itās Porter.ā
Adamās already at the door, so he opens it within moments of the knock. He looks... distraught, exhausted, trembling with teary eyes.
āRufus ran away,ā he says, his voice shaky. āI had let him out, a-and... and he went and chased after a cat or something, and I spent over an hour walking around and calling for him, b-but... but I canāt find him. My parents are out of town and I donāt know what to do.ā
lordtupperwareā:
āIām ready,ā he answers.Ā āI trust you, Sung. Itās just gonna hit the underside of my jaw at worst, itāll be okayā¦ā
āAlright, if youāre sure...ā
Sung steadies his hold on Phobosās helmet, and counts down from three before he firmly tugs it forward.
lordtupperwareā:
āIām gonna be real, I just want the damn thing offāa me, Doc. I donāt care how you go about it, but at this point Iām ready to just pull it off and face whatever happens.ā
Sung takes a deep breath, eyeing Phobosās neck. Why did it have to be there, of all places? He glances around the room, taking note of anything he could use to help the situation if he somehow hits a major artery or something and things go south.
āOkay, I mean... if you want me to just go full force and yank it off, I can,ā he says, holding the sides of the helmet again. āI just... donāt wanna hurt you, man.ā
bajillianshitpostsā:
Bajillian was sitting on the floor, surrounded by some of her tools and various metal scraps for future projects. She was holding her head and blinked a few times to try to focus her vision - her glitches looked a bit unclear as well.Ā
āI w-was trying to⦠to get something on the shelf,ā she mumbled. Her speech was a bit slurred and shaky, probably because she was crying a little. āI stepped on⦠on one of the levels to try to get something nāeverything fell on me.ā
Sungās eyes widened at the sight of her, and he was quick to crouch by her side.Ā āSweetie, why didnāt you just float it down for yourself?ā he asked, hands raising to hold the sides of her head.Ā āAre you okay?ā
lordtupperwareā:
Phobos tries not to squirm, or make any sudden movements. He focuses on his breathing, listening to the metal be cut away, hoping it can be easily removed; but heās not sure if itāll be that easy of a task in the end. This helmet has always been a little tight on him, and heād spoken offhandedly about needing a larger one.
Sung spends a good few minutes sawing away, a look of concentration on his face, but he barely makes a dent. Eventually, he just lets out a frustrated huff and sets the scalpel aside.
āOkay, so... thatās not gonna do it.ā He crosses his arms, leaning back a bit, maybe hoping to get a different perspective.Ā āDo you think I could just try to pull that chunk of metal out? At least, if I can control where it goes, I could minimize the... the scratching.ā