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LAB CHUUYA / 6!CHUUYA
Chuuya is a small child who lives in a lab as an experiment. He looks up to his older brother, Verlaine in the struggle, trauma, and danger of the place
_________________________________________•My old account wouldn’t work of him so I deleted it idk it was odd no matter what I did•
No nsfw asks
Shhh don’t mention the fact it’s incorrect that he’d know Verlaine shhhh
Mod has read stormbringer so spoilers a-ok
Mod goes by she/they pronouns
Mod is anonymous
Is mod still alive. Sweats.
– @official-paul-verlaine mod...
Mod is still alive and well.. Just died out from rp since my main rp partner stopped so yeah 😭
but hi there!! Will try to be here more
//I haven’t been active on here in so long I am trying to revive my rp blogs…
Chuuya pulled at the outer edges of a slice of bread, peeling back the crust to eat its contents before the plush middle.
He suddenly raised his head, ginger hair framing a freckled face, opening his mouth to speak to his older brother.
“Mm-“ he gestured, not making an effort to address Verlaine in any way— there was not quite an abundance of others to speak to—.
“Do you, uhm.. are you happy when you see the.. the other people?”
His curiousity stemmed from Paul’s, rather antisocial lifestyle. After all, he was not informed of why he was down here at all, why the world was up above.
((IM SO GLAD I SAW THIS ASK AHSHJS WELCOME BACK!!)
"Are you happy when you see the other people?"
A simple question, really, and yet one that Verlaine happened to struggle to answer. He had lost all interest in humanity long ago, when he laid against the rocks with pain beyond physical filling his lungs. He no longer desired to kill anyone. He no longer desired to see anyone. The only face that could bring him true happiness is Rimbaud's.
And, of course, his little brother's.
It occurs to him that he hasn't been smiling, so he quickly offers one, softening his features (consciously this time). His hand reaches out to place itself on the younger's head, a comforting feeling– even moreso for him than for Chuuya, he thinks. Something about knowing the boy is here with him is nice.
"I like to hang out with them sometimes," He finally says, dancing between the truth and white lies, "But I'm not like other people, so I spend time with myself. ...And you, of course."
//HELLO HI, TO YOU ASWELL!
Chuuya leaned into the affection, it no longer felt a thing of abnormality, unseen before care. Now it was an occurrence he was used to, enjoying it although the novelty, the significance only rendered itself noticeable when the child was alone, realizing it was no longer there.
He reached his own, smaller hand up to play with Verlaine’s hand that rested on his head. “Oh. So they. You like?”
He took another tiny piece of his slice of bread to eat, looking away from the older.
//I haven’t been active on here in so long I am trying to revive my rp blogs…
Chuuya pulled at the outer edges of a slice of bread, peeling back the crust to eat its contents before the plush middle.
He suddenly raised his head, ginger hair framing a freckled face, opening his mouth to speak to his older brother.
“Mm-“ he gestured, not making an effort to address Verlaine in any way— there was not quite an abundance of others to speak to—.
“Do you, uhm.. are you happy when you see the.. the other people?”
His curiousity stemmed from Paul’s, rather antisocial lifestyle. After all, he was not informed of why he was down here at all, why the world was up above.
((IM SO GLAD I SAW THIS ASK AHSHJS WELCOME BACK!!)
"Are you happy when you see the other people?"
A simple question, really, and yet one that Verlaine happened to struggle to answer. He had lost all interest in humanity long ago, when he laid against the rocks with pain beyond physical filling his lungs. He no longer desired to kill anyone. He no longer desired to see anyone. The only face that could bring him true happiness is Rimbaud's.
And, of course, his little brother's.
It occurs to him that he hasn't been smiling, so he quickly offers one, softening his features (consciously this time). His hand reaches out to place itself on the younger's head, a comforting feeling– even moreso for him than for Chuuya, he thinks. Something about knowing the boy is here with him is nice.
"I like to hang out with them sometimes," He finally says, dancing between the truth and white lies, "But I'm not like other people, so I spend time with myself. ...And you, of course."
//HELLO HI, TO YOU ASWELL!
Chuuya leaned into the affection, it no longer felt a thing of abnormality, unseen before care. Now it was an occurrence he was used to, enjoying it although the novelty, the significance only rendered itself noticeable when the child was alone, realizing it was no longer there.
He reached his own, smaller hand up to play with Verlaine’s hand that rested on his head. “Oh. So they. You like?”
He took another tiny piece of his slice of bread to eat, looking away from the older.
my btg broter’s post are os cool!! He so nice and funny with the bpxes and circles
Chuuya struggled to reach the door handle, barely caring to stand on his toes in order to do so. His fingertips pulled down on it as he pushed himself inside and immediately down to the place on the floor by Doc’s desk where he had sat before. He sobbed, his eyes shut, wiping the streaks of tears that seemed to endlessly fall from the child’s eyes.
He hadn’t noticed the books and medical decor that still was in the room, nor would it connect to him, even if he had realized, that meant the room was still not vacant of his friend’s presence.
Doc had grown a hint concerned with time. Chuuya had not visited as he usually did, which, in itself, would not be a reason for worry; however, considering who he and his brother were, it was natural to assume the worst. Perhaps Verlaine had forbidden him from seeing any doctors ever again... or perhaps he'd just forbidden him from seeing this specific one.
Doc made sure to focus on his work, hoping that getting into routine would make this concern wane. His hopes were quickly shattered upon hearing the door open and a stream of tears following suit.
"Chuuya? Now, now, don't do that... we don't cry in the office..."
Doc got up semi-quickly, ignoring his lightheadedness in favor of making his way over to where Chuuya was. His first thought was that Verlaine had hurt him; though, luckily, he couldn't spot any bruises or marks.
Upon hearing the older’s voice, Chuuya peaked his eyes open to see Doc, who he had been so sure wasn’t there anymore. His brother had said so!
He held his breath for a few moments, attempting to stop crying. It was a habit he hated he had gained once more after escaping the lab. They hated it too. Verlaine, in ever-needed contrast, never seemed to.
“M’ sorry…” He mumbled, the child’s body as small as possible. His eyes returning shut tight. “Don’t go away again!” His tiny voice added. He must’ve come back or something. His older brother would never lie to him.
"I wasn't..." Doc blinked rapidly, Chuuya's words hitting him like a truck. He'd never gone anywhere. Never claimed he would. "I'm here. Come on, no need to cry over a sick man."
The doctor shook his head lightly, deciding to speak to Chuuya about the implications of his words later. Doc was never a man of words; in difficult times, when the air was thick with tension, he expressed his care through action. He supposed he would have to do the same even now.
He reached out, wrapping an arm around Chuuya in a half-hug of sorts.
"It's alright. Don't say sorry."
Chuuya watched Doc’s actions with blurry, tearing eyes, nodding. He returned the hug, a teeny bit shakily. “Not g’nna leave again?” He asked, afraid of what the answer could ever possibly be.
He kept his miniature hands around one of Doc’s wrists as if to assure himself no one was leaving him.
Doc watched Chuuya's expression carefully. "Again" implied he assumed he had gone somewhere... and that, in turn, implied someone told the boy that. Verlaine, perhaps?
"I never left," The doctor blinked rapidly, "Who told you I did? I was in my office the entire time."
”M’ big brother say you moved..” His breath hitched from crying previously. “So I can see you more…” He lifted his head to see the adult’s face. “Mm.. are you a liar?”
There was zero idea in his mind that his brother could’ve lied. His brother was good. Kind. Loving. Cared about him.
"A lot of people are liars," Doc released Chuuya from the hug, "But I'm telling you the truth. I never exited the city."
He gestured to the paperwork in progress on his desk. The confirmation that Verlaine was the one to say he "moved" made an odd feeling of dread twist in his gut. So he wasn't being left alone even in death, huh.
“Why’d he say that then?” Chuuya asked. The thought his brother may have lied had only just crossed his mind, and it was still extremely doubted.
He played with his fingers as he was let go of, a common fidget for the child. “Is he mad at me?”
Doc clicked his tongue. Dealing with children– outside of medical topics specifically– wasn't his strong suit at all. He placed a hand on Chuuya's shoulder, attempting to keep him grounded.
"I don't think so. Your brother loves you, but, well, sometimes his love comes across a little..." Doc made a gesture with his hand. "Odd."
Chuuya nodded slowly. “I missed you!” He quickly rebounded, attempting to ignore the nagging thoughts in his small head.
“I told him some of the things I learned from you too!” The child exclaimed. He hoped Doc would be proud of him for reciting the information back to his brother.
Chuuya struggled to reach the door handle, barely caring to stand on his toes in order to do so. His fingertips pulled down on it as he pushed himself inside and immediately down to the place on the floor by Doc’s desk where he had sat before. He sobbed, his eyes shut, wiping the streaks of tears that seemed to endlessly fall from the child’s eyes.
He hadn’t noticed the books and medical decor that still was in the room, nor would it connect to him, even if he had realized, that meant the room was still not vacant of his friend’s presence.
Doc had grown a hint concerned with time. Chuuya had not visited as he usually did, which, in itself, would not be a reason for worry; however, considering who he and his brother were, it was natural to assume the worst. Perhaps Verlaine had forbidden him from seeing any doctors ever again... or perhaps he'd just forbidden him from seeing this specific one.
Doc made sure to focus on his work, hoping that getting into routine would make this concern wane. His hopes were quickly shattered upon hearing the door open and a stream of tears following suit.
"Chuuya? Now, now, don't do that... we don't cry in the office..."
Doc got up semi-quickly, ignoring his lightheadedness in favor of making his way over to where Chuuya was. His first thought was that Verlaine had hurt him; though, luckily, he couldn't spot any bruises or marks.
Upon hearing the older’s voice, Chuuya peaked his eyes open to see Doc, who he had been so sure wasn’t there anymore. His brother had said so!
He held his breath for a few moments, attempting to stop crying. It was a habit he hated he had gained once more after escaping the lab. They hated it too. Verlaine, in ever-needed contrast, never seemed to.
“M’ sorry…” He mumbled, the child’s body as small as possible. His eyes returning shut tight. “Don’t go away again!” His tiny voice added. He must’ve come back or something. His older brother would never lie to him.
"I wasn't..." Doc blinked rapidly, Chuuya's words hitting him like a truck. He'd never gone anywhere. Never claimed he would. "I'm here. Come on, no need to cry over a sick man."
The doctor shook his head lightly, deciding to speak to Chuuya about the implications of his words later. Doc was never a man of words; in difficult times, when the air was thick with tension, he expressed his care through action. He supposed he would have to do the same even now.
He reached out, wrapping an arm around Chuuya in a half-hug of sorts.
"It's alright. Don't say sorry."
Chuuya watched Doc’s actions with blurry, tearing eyes, nodding. He returned the hug, a teeny bit shakily. “Not g’nna leave again?” He asked, afraid of what the answer could ever possibly be.
He kept his miniature hands around one of Doc’s wrists as if to assure himself no one was leaving him.
Doc watched Chuuya's expression carefully. "Again" implied he assumed he had gone somewhere... and that, in turn, implied someone told the boy that. Verlaine, perhaps?
"I never left," The doctor blinked rapidly, "Who told you I did? I was in my office the entire time."
”M’ big brother say you moved..” His breath hitched from crying previously. “So I can see you more…” He lifted his head to see the adult’s face. “Mm.. are you a liar?”
There was zero idea in his mind that his brother could’ve lied. His brother was good. Kind. Loving. Cared about him.
"A lot of people are liars," Doc released Chuuya from the hug, "But I'm telling you the truth. I never exited the city."
He gestured to the paperwork in progress on his desk. The confirmation that Verlaine was the one to say he "moved" made an odd feeling of dread twist in his gut. So he wasn't being left alone even in death, huh.
“Why’d he say that then?” Chuuya asked. The thought his brother may have lied had only just crossed his mind, and it was still extremely doubted.
He played with his fingers as he was let go of, a common fidget for the child. “Is he mad at me?”
Chuuya struggled to reach the door handle, barely caring to stand on his toes in order to do so. His fingertips pulled down on it as he pushed himself inside and immediately down to the place on the floor by Doc’s desk where he had sat before. He sobbed, his eyes shut, wiping the streaks of tears that seemed to endlessly fall from the child’s eyes.
He hadn’t noticed the books and medical decor that still was in the room, nor would it connect to him, even if he had realized, that meant the room was still not vacant of his friend’s presence.
Doc had grown a hint concerned with time. Chuuya had not visited as he usually did, which, in itself, would not be a reason for worry; however, considering who he and his brother were, it was natural to assume the worst. Perhaps Verlaine had forbidden him from seeing any doctors ever again... or perhaps he'd just forbidden him from seeing this specific one.
Doc made sure to focus on his work, hoping that getting into routine would make this concern wane. His hopes were quickly shattered upon hearing the door open and a stream of tears following suit.
"Chuuya? Now, now, don't do that... we don't cry in the office..."
Doc got up semi-quickly, ignoring his lightheadedness in favor of making his way over to where Chuuya was. His first thought was that Verlaine had hurt him; though, luckily, he couldn't spot any bruises or marks.
Upon hearing the older’s voice, Chuuya peaked his eyes open to see Doc, who he had been so sure wasn’t there anymore. His brother had said so!
He held his breath for a few moments, attempting to stop crying. It was a habit he hated he had gained once more after escaping the lab. They hated it too. Verlaine, in ever-needed contrast, never seemed to.
“M’ sorry…” He mumbled, the child’s body as small as possible. His eyes returning shut tight. “Don’t go away again!” His tiny voice added. He must’ve come back or something. His older brother would never lie to him.
"I wasn't..." Doc blinked rapidly, Chuuya's words hitting him like a truck. He'd never gone anywhere. Never claimed he would. "I'm here. Come on, no need to cry over a sick man."
The doctor shook his head lightly, deciding to speak to Chuuya about the implications of his words later. Doc was never a man of words; in difficult times, when the air was thick with tension, he expressed his care through action. He supposed he would have to do the same even now.
He reached out, wrapping an arm around Chuuya in a half-hug of sorts.
"It's alright. Don't say sorry."
Chuuya watched Doc’s actions with blurry, tearing eyes, nodding. He returned the hug, a teeny bit shakily. “Not g’nna leave again?” He asked, afraid of what the answer could ever possibly be.
He kept his miniature hands around one of Doc’s wrists as if to assure himself no one was leaving him.
Doc watched Chuuya's expression carefully. "Again" implied he assumed he had gone somewhere... and that, in turn, implied someone told the boy that. Verlaine, perhaps?
"I never left," The doctor blinked rapidly, "Who told you I did? I was in my office the entire time."
”M’ big brother say you moved..” His breath hitched from crying previously. “So I can see you more…” He lifted his head to see the adult’s face. “Mm.. are you a liar?”
There was zero idea in his mind that his brother could’ve lied. His brother was good. Kind. Loving. Cared about him.
Chuuya struggled to reach the door handle, barely caring to stand on his toes in order to do so. His fingertips pulled down on it as he pushed himself inside and immediately down to the place on the floor by Doc’s desk where he had sat before. He sobbed, his eyes shut, wiping the streaks of tears that seemed to endlessly fall from the child’s eyes.
He hadn’t noticed the books and medical decor that still was in the room, nor would it connect to him, even if he had realized, that meant the room was still not vacant of his friend’s presence.
Doc had grown a hint concerned with time. Chuuya had not visited as he usually did, which, in itself, would not be a reason for worry; however, considering who he and his brother were, it was natural to assume the worst. Perhaps Verlaine had forbidden him from seeing any doctors ever again... or perhaps he'd just forbidden him from seeing this specific one.
Doc made sure to focus on his work, hoping that getting into routine would make this concern wane. His hopes were quickly shattered upon hearing the door open and a stream of tears following suit.
"Chuuya? Now, now, don't do that... we don't cry in the office..."
Doc got up semi-quickly, ignoring his lightheadedness in favor of making his way over to where Chuuya was. His first thought was that Verlaine had hurt him; though, luckily, he couldn't spot any bruises or marks.
Upon hearing the older’s voice, Chuuya peaked his eyes open to see Doc, who he had been so sure wasn’t there anymore. His brother had said so!
He held his breath for a few moments, attempting to stop crying. It was a habit he hated he had gained once more after escaping the lab. They hated it too. Verlaine, in ever-needed contrast, never seemed to.
“M’ sorry…” He mumbled, the child’s body as small as possible. His eyes returning shut tight. “Don’t go away again!” His tiny voice added. He must’ve come back or something. His older brother would never lie to him.
"I wasn't..." Doc blinked rapidly, Chuuya's words hitting him like a truck. He'd never gone anywhere. Never claimed he would. "I'm here. Come on, no need to cry over a sick man."
The doctor shook his head lightly, deciding to speak to Chuuya about the implications of his words later. Doc was never a man of words; in difficult times, when the air was thick with tension, he expressed his care through action. He supposed he would have to do the same even now.
He reached out, wrapping an arm around Chuuya in a half-hug of sorts.
"It's alright. Don't say sorry."
Chuuya watched Doc’s actions with blurry, tearing eyes, nodding. He returned the hug, a teeny bit shakily. “Not g’nna leave again?” He asked, afraid of what the answer could ever possibly be.
He kept his miniature hands around one of Doc’s wrists as if to assure himself no one was leaving him.
Chuuya struggled to reach the door handle, barely caring to stand on his toes in order to do so. His fingertips pulled down on it as he pushed himself inside and immediately down to the place on the floor by Doc’s desk where he had sat before. He sobbed, his eyes shut, wiping the streaks of tears that seemed to endlessly fall from the child’s eyes.
He hadn’t noticed the books and medical decor that still was in the room, nor would it connect to him, even if he had realized, that meant the room was still not vacant of his friend’s presence.
Doc had grown a hint concerned with time. Chuuya had not visited as he usually did, which, in itself, would not be a reason for worry; however, considering who he and his brother were, it was natural to assume the worst. Perhaps Verlaine had forbidden him from seeing any doctors ever again... or perhaps he'd just forbidden him from seeing this specific one.
Doc made sure to focus on his work, hoping that getting into routine would make this concern wane. His hopes were quickly shattered upon hearing the door open and a stream of tears following suit.
"Chuuya? Now, now, don't do that... we don't cry in the office..."
Doc got up semi-quickly, ignoring his lightheadedness in favor of making his way over to where Chuuya was. His first thought was that Verlaine had hurt him; though, luckily, he couldn't spot any bruises or marks.
Upon hearing the older’s voice, Chuuya peaked his eyes open to see Doc, who he had been so sure wasn’t there anymore. His brother had said so!
He held his breath for a few moments, attempting to stop crying. It was a habit he hated he had gained once more after escaping the lab. They hated it too. Verlaine, in ever-needed contrast, never seemed to.
“M’ sorry…” He mumbled, the child’s body as small as possible. His eyes returning shut tight. “Don’t go away again!” His tiny voice added. He must’ve come back or something. His older brother would never lie to him.
Verlaine what do you think of the fact i’m anemic and have to get blood tests where they TAKE OUT MORE BLOOD(iron.) just to tell me I don’t have enough iron. Over and over again. AND I HAVE TO PAY. What do you think about that. .. You should tell my doctor what you think about that…
"Killing them seems like your only option here. Doctors are all scammers."
”My friend isn’t!!”
"What? What friend?"
“I made a friend!! He lets me read these books with pictures and he tells me about them and bodies and stuff!”
Those words went in one ear and came out the other. "He's a doctor?"
”…mm He says so! His name is that too! But he’s not scary.”
"His name is Doctor? How is that... oh. Oh, Chuuya," Verlaine shakes his head, leaning down. "Where did you meet him? What is he saying to you? I'm not mad, just tell me."
”Huh..?” Chuuya looked up at him confused. He hadn’t thought Verlaine was mad in the first place… now he was second guessing himself. He held his hands behind his back and tilted his head down slightly.
“Uhm… I don’t know..”
Verlaine placed a hand on Chuuya's shoulder. "I don't know" wasn't a good enough answer. Why did he always end up meeting the ones he'd slaughtered? Did they come back just to take his brother away? After all that work?
"I need you to think long and hard," He smiled sweetly, betraying his thoughts. "What does this... doctor usually do when you two hang out? What does he say?"
“Uhm.. Well he told me about how you have this thing called a cardio…cardiovascular system thingy and stuff. He’s super smart!!!”
Verlaine nodded, not really caring about the 'cardiovascular system'. He was already well aware of its existence. "Anything about you or me?"
“Uhm..” He thought for a few moments. “He said something about being overdue to talk to you! But I don’t remember anything else.. Oh- He told me the bad people weren’t real doctors…”
"...'The bad people weren't real doctors'? Of course they were doctors, Chuu, he... hm. We really are overdue for a talk, then." Verlaine pinches Chuuya's cheek. It's harsher than intended. "Thank you for telling me this."
Chuuya winced a little at the feeling. “M’ sorry..” He mumbled, barely audible. “What’re you gonna talk about?”
"I forgive you," Verlaine kisses Chuuya's forehead. "We're going to talk about some silly matters. You don't have to worry. Just trust your big brother."
“Okay.. He’s really super nice! And super smart like you! …Can I still go see him more?”
"He's moving away. Sorry, little brother."
“Why?” Chuuya’s eyes widened, his brows scrunching with worry.
Verlaine doesn't like that look. It makes his smile wane slightly. "Doctors have to move from place to place. It's for their job."
”Why? Is he gonna come back?” His eyes were focused over the adult’s face, a little glossy as the child got closer to tears at hearing his friend was leaving.
"Why do you care about him?" Verlaine countered, his expression shifting into one of slight frustration. "He's a doctor. Do you remember what doctors did to you, Chuuya? What they did to us?"
”Uhm… He said they aren’t real doctors…and he’s really nice..” He quietly repeated before going quiet, making himself a bit smaller. His brother was probably right. And he was being difficult for no reason.
"Do you like them more than me?" Verlaine abruptly asked, tone almost accusatory. "You're always leaving me alone without telling me, going off with your friends, just like you always did,"
He straightened himself, trying to put on a smile in a last-ditch effort to seem caring.
"You love me, don't you, Chuuya? You know your big brother just wants what's best for you..."
Chuuya stayed silent, fidgeting with his fingers, ashamed. He looked up at Verlaine every few seconds for a moment then back down at the floor. “M’ sorry…. won’t again…”
The child shuffled a bit closer, wanting at least a little affection on the verge of tears he wasn’t sure how he was still holding back.
"...I forgive you," Verlaine said after a bit, a hint disappointed he wasn't given an 'I love you' but nonetheless pleased with the apology.
As Chuuya shuffled closer, Verlaine crouched down again, pulling the boy into a firm hug. He let out a sigh of relief.
"I love you, mon frère."
“I love you..” Chuuya’s words struggled to escape his lips. Finally, the child started to cry, muffling it with his face tucked into his brother’s shoulder.
“Why’s everyone leave?” He asked, sniffling. Some consonants he still didn’t pronounce the best, but he was getting better at speaking.
He couldn't comprehend why Chuuya seemed so attached to this friend of his. Only he could understand him, anyway; was it really so wrong to want to be the only important person in his life?
Verlaine smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction as the little one cried into his shoulder. His hand rubbed soothing circles into his back. "Friends come and go. You should have told me who it was so I could tell you this sooner..."
”I don’t want him to go…” He whined. He stomped his foot with very little actual strength. More of a tiny thump against the cold floors. “Je t’aime…” Chuuya mumbled. He knew speaking in French always made his older brother happy and proud with him. It was a feeling he always liked.
In the lab, even. When they would tell him good job or he acted so well. Sometimes even gave him a treat of some sort. It somewhat became something he needed to feel for the sole purpose of feeling safe.
"Je t'aime!" Verlaine exclaimed, squeezing Chuuya affectionately. "You're so smart, mon frère!"
There was always something about Chuuya speaking French that made Verlaine's heart swell with pride. The thought of having yet another thing to share with him– even if it was just a language– made him truly happy.
"Don't be sad. You're better off without him, anyway," He shook his head lightly and ruffled his brother's hair. "All doctors are the same to those like us."
Chuuya started to giggle at the affection. Verlaine’s approval feeling incredibly energizing to the child. “Can I make more friends? They’re nice.”
He let out a tiny yawn and rubbed his eyes. Stress and crying was simply very tiring, especially for a child as young as he was.
"We'll talk about that later. Right now, someone has to go to sleep,"
Verlaine hummed, scooping the little one up into his arms. Once Chuuya got some rest, this would all blow over, and everything would be back to normal.
”Kay…” Chuuya rested his body against where he was held, close to his brother’s torso. “How’d you get out of the bad place?”
Chuuya didn’t say lab much. Maybe he forgot the word. Or maybe he just didn’t like it. Possibly it sickened him to even think of.
"..."
Verlaine stayed silent at first, simply carrying Chuuya to his bed. Why he suddenly opened this topic, he wasn't sure, but he knew he would have to answer carefully.
"I... had some help," He confessed, directing his gaze elsewhere.
”I wanna! I wanna know!” He replied, sleepily curious. He enjoyed when Verlaine talked about himself. The seldom occasion he would give a story from the past and Chuuya would be intrigued for hours, laying in bed imagining what those scenes even looked like! Everything his older brother did was interesting to him. Chuuya would be just like him someday! —He hoped.
Verlaine what do you think of the fact i’m anemic and have to get blood tests where they TAKE OUT MORE BLOOD(iron.) just to tell me I don’t have enough iron. Over and over again. AND I HAVE TO PAY. What do you think about that. .. You should tell my doctor what you think about that…
"Killing them seems like your only option here. Doctors are all scammers."
”My friend isn’t!!”
"What? What friend?"
“I made a friend!! He lets me read these books with pictures and he tells me about them and bodies and stuff!”
Those words went in one ear and came out the other. "He's a doctor?"
”…mm He says so! His name is that too! But he’s not scary.”
"His name is Doctor? How is that... oh. Oh, Chuuya," Verlaine shakes his head, leaning down. "Where did you meet him? What is he saying to you? I'm not mad, just tell me."
”Huh..?” Chuuya looked up at him confused. He hadn’t thought Verlaine was mad in the first place… now he was second guessing himself. He held his hands behind his back and tilted his head down slightly.
“Uhm… I don’t know..”
Verlaine placed a hand on Chuuya's shoulder. "I don't know" wasn't a good enough answer. Why did he always end up meeting the ones he'd slaughtered? Did they come back just to take his brother away? After all that work?
"I need you to think long and hard," He smiled sweetly, betraying his thoughts. "What does this... doctor usually do when you two hang out? What does he say?"
“Uhm.. Well he told me about how you have this thing called a cardio…cardiovascular system thingy and stuff. He’s super smart!!!”
Verlaine nodded, not really caring about the 'cardiovascular system'. He was already well aware of its existence. "Anything about you or me?"
“Uhm..” He thought for a few moments. “He said something about being overdue to talk to you! But I don’t remember anything else.. Oh- He told me the bad people weren’t real doctors…”
"...'The bad people weren't real doctors'? Of course they were doctors, Chuu, he... hm. We really are overdue for a talk, then." Verlaine pinches Chuuya's cheek. It's harsher than intended. "Thank you for telling me this."
Chuuya winced a little at the feeling. “M’ sorry..” He mumbled, barely audible. “What’re you gonna talk about?”
"I forgive you," Verlaine kisses Chuuya's forehead. "We're going to talk about some silly matters. You don't have to worry. Just trust your big brother."
“Okay.. He’s really super nice! And super smart like you! …Can I still go see him more?”
"He's moving away. Sorry, little brother."
“Why?” Chuuya’s eyes widened, his brows scrunching with worry.
Verlaine doesn't like that look. It makes his smile wane slightly. "Doctors have to move from place to place. It's for their job."
”Why? Is he gonna come back?” His eyes were focused over the adult’s face, a little glossy as the child got closer to tears at hearing his friend was leaving.
"Why do you care about him?" Verlaine countered, his expression shifting into one of slight frustration. "He's a doctor. Do you remember what doctors did to you, Chuuya? What they did to us?"
”Uhm… He said they aren’t real doctors…and he’s really nice..” He quietly repeated before going quiet, making himself a bit smaller. His brother was probably right. And he was being difficult for no reason.
"Do you like them more than me?" Verlaine abruptly asked, tone almost accusatory. "You're always leaving me alone without telling me, going off with your friends, just like you always did,"
He straightened himself, trying to put on a smile in a last-ditch effort to seem caring.
"You love me, don't you, Chuuya? You know your big brother just wants what's best for you..."
Chuuya stayed silent, fidgeting with his fingers, ashamed. He looked up at Verlaine every few seconds for a moment then back down at the floor. “M’ sorry…. won’t again…”
The child shuffled a bit closer, wanting at least a little affection on the verge of tears he wasn’t sure how he was still holding back.
"...I forgive you," Verlaine said after a bit, a hint disappointed he wasn't given an 'I love you' but nonetheless pleased with the apology.
As Chuuya shuffled closer, Verlaine crouched down again, pulling the boy into a firm hug. He let out a sigh of relief.
"I love you, mon frère."
“I love you..” Chuuya’s words struggled to escape his lips. Finally, the child started to cry, muffling it with his face tucked into his brother’s shoulder.
“Why’s everyone leave?” He asked, sniffling. Some consonants he still didn’t pronounce the best, but he was getting better at speaking.
He couldn't comprehend why Chuuya seemed so attached to this friend of his. Only he could understand him, anyway; was it really so wrong to want to be the only important person in his life?
Verlaine smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction as the little one cried into his shoulder. His hand rubbed soothing circles into his back. "Friends come and go. You should have told me who it was so I could tell you this sooner..."
”I don’t want him to go…” He whined. He stomped his foot with very little actual strength. More of a tiny thump against the cold floors. “Je t’aime…” Chuuya mumbled. He knew speaking in French always made his older brother happy and proud with him. It was a feeling he always liked.
In the lab, even. When they would tell him good job or he acted so well. Sometimes even gave him a treat of some sort. It somewhat became something he needed to feel for the sole purpose of feeling safe.
"Je t'aime!" Verlaine exclaimed, squeezing Chuuya affectionately. "You're so smart, mon frère!"
There was always something about Chuuya speaking French that made Verlaine's heart swell with pride. The thought of having yet another thing to share with him– even if it was just a language– made him truly happy.
"Don't be sad. You're better off without him, anyway," He shook his head lightly and ruffled his brother's hair. "All doctors are the same to those like us."
Chuuya started to giggle at the affection. Verlaine’s approval feeling incredibly energizing to the child. “Can I make more friends? They’re nice.”
He let out a tiny yawn and rubbed his eyes. Stress and crying was simply very tiring, especially for a child as young as he was.
"We'll talk about that later. Right now, someone has to go to sleep,"
Verlaine hummed, scooping the little one up into his arms. Once Chuuya got some rest, this would all blow over, and everything would be back to normal.
”Kay…” Chuuya rested his body against where he was held, close to his brother’s torso. “How’d you get out of the bad place?”
Chuuya didn’t say lab much. Maybe he forgot the word. Or maybe he just didn’t like it. Possibly it sickened him to even think of.
Verlaine what do you think of the fact i’m anemic and have to get blood tests where they TAKE OUT MORE BLOOD(iron.) just to tell me I don’t have enough iron. Over and over again. AND I HAVE TO PAY. What do you think about that. .. You should tell my doctor what you think about that…
"Killing them seems like your only option here. Doctors are all scammers."
”My friend isn’t!!”
"What? What friend?"
“I made a friend!! He lets me read these books with pictures and he tells me about them and bodies and stuff!”
Those words went in one ear and came out the other. "He's a doctor?"
”…mm He says so! His name is that too! But he’s not scary.”
"His name is Doctor? How is that... oh. Oh, Chuuya," Verlaine shakes his head, leaning down. "Where did you meet him? What is he saying to you? I'm not mad, just tell me."
”Huh..?” Chuuya looked up at him confused. He hadn’t thought Verlaine was mad in the first place… now he was second guessing himself. He held his hands behind his back and tilted his head down slightly.
“Uhm… I don’t know..”
Verlaine placed a hand on Chuuya's shoulder. "I don't know" wasn't a good enough answer. Why did he always end up meeting the ones he'd slaughtered? Did they come back just to take his brother away? After all that work?
"I need you to think long and hard," He smiled sweetly, betraying his thoughts. "What does this... doctor usually do when you two hang out? What does he say?"
“Uhm.. Well he told me about how you have this thing called a cardio…cardiovascular system thingy and stuff. He’s super smart!!!”
Verlaine nodded, not really caring about the 'cardiovascular system'. He was already well aware of its existence. "Anything about you or me?"
“Uhm..” He thought for a few moments. “He said something about being overdue to talk to you! But I don’t remember anything else.. Oh- He told me the bad people weren’t real doctors…”
"...'The bad people weren't real doctors'? Of course they were doctors, Chuu, he... hm. We really are overdue for a talk, then." Verlaine pinches Chuuya's cheek. It's harsher than intended. "Thank you for telling me this."
Chuuya winced a little at the feeling. “M’ sorry..” He mumbled, barely audible. “What’re you gonna talk about?”
"I forgive you," Verlaine kisses Chuuya's forehead. "We're going to talk about some silly matters. You don't have to worry. Just trust your big brother."
“Okay.. He’s really super nice! And super smart like you! …Can I still go see him more?”
"He's moving away. Sorry, little brother."
“Why?” Chuuya’s eyes widened, his brows scrunching with worry.
Verlaine doesn't like that look. It makes his smile wane slightly. "Doctors have to move from place to place. It's for their job."
”Why? Is he gonna come back?” His eyes were focused over the adult’s face, a little glossy as the child got closer to tears at hearing his friend was leaving.
"Why do you care about him?" Verlaine countered, his expression shifting into one of slight frustration. "He's a doctor. Do you remember what doctors did to you, Chuuya? What they did to us?"
”Uhm… He said they aren’t real doctors…and he’s really nice..” He quietly repeated before going quiet, making himself a bit smaller. His brother was probably right. And he was being difficult for no reason.
"Do you like them more than me?" Verlaine abruptly asked, tone almost accusatory. "You're always leaving me alone without telling me, going off with your friends, just like you always did,"
He straightened himself, trying to put on a smile in a last-ditch effort to seem caring.
"You love me, don't you, Chuuya? You know your big brother just wants what's best for you..."
Chuuya stayed silent, fidgeting with his fingers, ashamed. He looked up at Verlaine every few seconds for a moment then back down at the floor. “M’ sorry…. won’t again…”
The child shuffled a bit closer, wanting at least a little affection on the verge of tears he wasn’t sure how he was still holding back.
"...I forgive you," Verlaine said after a bit, a hint disappointed he wasn't given an 'I love you' but nonetheless pleased with the apology.
As Chuuya shuffled closer, Verlaine crouched down again, pulling the boy into a firm hug. He let out a sigh of relief.
"I love you, mon frère."
“I love you..” Chuuya’s words struggled to escape his lips. Finally, the child started to cry, muffling it with his face tucked into his brother’s shoulder.
“Why’s everyone leave?” He asked, sniffling. Some consonants he still didn’t pronounce the best, but he was getting better at speaking.
He couldn't comprehend why Chuuya seemed so attached to this friend of his. Only he could understand him, anyway; was it really so wrong to want to be the only important person in his life?
Verlaine smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction as the little one cried into his shoulder. His hand rubbed soothing circles into his back. "Friends come and go. You should have told me who it was so I could tell you this sooner..."
”I don’t want him to go…” He whined. He stomped his foot with very little actual strength. More of a tiny thump against the cold floors. “Je t’aime…” Chuuya mumbled. He knew speaking in French always made his older brother happy and proud with him. It was a feeling he always liked.
In the lab, even. When they would tell him good job or he acted so well. Sometimes even gave him a treat of some sort. It somewhat became something he needed to feel for the sole purpose of feeling safe.
"Je t'aime!" Verlaine exclaimed, squeezing Chuuya affectionately. "You're so smart, mon frère!"
There was always something about Chuuya speaking French that made Verlaine's heart swell with pride. The thought of having yet another thing to share with him– even if it was just a language– made him truly happy.
"Don't be sad. You're better off without him, anyway," He shook his head lightly and ruffled his brother's hair. "All doctors are the same to those like us."
Chuuya started to giggle at the affection. Verlaine’s approval feeling incredibly energizing to the child. “Can I make more friends? They’re nice.”
He let out a tiny yawn and rubbed his eyes. Stress and crying was simply very tiring, especially for a child as young as he was.
Verlaine what do you think of the fact i’m anemic and have to get blood tests where they TAKE OUT MORE BLOOD(iron.) just to tell me I don’t have enough iron. Over and over again. AND I HAVE TO PAY. What do you think about that. .. You should tell my doctor what you think about that…
"Killing them seems like your only option here. Doctors are all scammers."
”My friend isn’t!!”
"What? What friend?"
“I made a friend!! He lets me read these books with pictures and he tells me about them and bodies and stuff!”
Those words went in one ear and came out the other. "He's a doctor?"
”…mm He says so! His name is that too! But he’s not scary.”
"His name is Doctor? How is that... oh. Oh, Chuuya," Verlaine shakes his head, leaning down. "Where did you meet him? What is he saying to you? I'm not mad, just tell me."
”Huh..?” Chuuya looked up at him confused. He hadn’t thought Verlaine was mad in the first place… now he was second guessing himself. He held his hands behind his back and tilted his head down slightly.
“Uhm… I don’t know..”
Verlaine placed a hand on Chuuya's shoulder. "I don't know" wasn't a good enough answer. Why did he always end up meeting the ones he'd slaughtered? Did they come back just to take his brother away? After all that work?
"I need you to think long and hard," He smiled sweetly, betraying his thoughts. "What does this... doctor usually do when you two hang out? What does he say?"
“Uhm.. Well he told me about how you have this thing called a cardio…cardiovascular system thingy and stuff. He’s super smart!!!”
Verlaine nodded, not really caring about the 'cardiovascular system'. He was already well aware of its existence. "Anything about you or me?"
“Uhm..” He thought for a few moments. “He said something about being overdue to talk to you! But I don’t remember anything else.. Oh- He told me the bad people weren’t real doctors…”
"...'The bad people weren't real doctors'? Of course they were doctors, Chuu, he... hm. We really are overdue for a talk, then." Verlaine pinches Chuuya's cheek. It's harsher than intended. "Thank you for telling me this."
Chuuya winced a little at the feeling. “M’ sorry..” He mumbled, barely audible. “What’re you gonna talk about?”
"I forgive you," Verlaine kisses Chuuya's forehead. "We're going to talk about some silly matters. You don't have to worry. Just trust your big brother."
“Okay.. He’s really super nice! And super smart like you! …Can I still go see him more?”
"He's moving away. Sorry, little brother."
“Why?” Chuuya’s eyes widened, his brows scrunching with worry.
Verlaine doesn't like that look. It makes his smile wane slightly. "Doctors have to move from place to place. It's for their job."
”Why? Is he gonna come back?” His eyes were focused over the adult’s face, a little glossy as the child got closer to tears at hearing his friend was leaving.
"Why do you care about him?" Verlaine countered, his expression shifting into one of slight frustration. "He's a doctor. Do you remember what doctors did to you, Chuuya? What they did to us?"
”Uhm… He said they aren’t real doctors…and he’s really nice..” He quietly repeated before going quiet, making himself a bit smaller. His brother was probably right. And he was being difficult for no reason.
"Do you like them more than me?" Verlaine abruptly asked, tone almost accusatory. "You're always leaving me alone without telling me, going off with your friends, just like you always did,"
He straightened himself, trying to put on a smile in a last-ditch effort to seem caring.
"You love me, don't you, Chuuya? You know your big brother just wants what's best for you..."
Chuuya stayed silent, fidgeting with his fingers, ashamed. He looked up at Verlaine every few seconds for a moment then back down at the floor. “M’ sorry…. won’t again…”
The child shuffled a bit closer, wanting at least a little affection on the verge of tears he wasn’t sure how he was still holding back.
"...I forgive you," Verlaine said after a bit, a hint disappointed he wasn't given an 'I love you' but nonetheless pleased with the apology.
As Chuuya shuffled closer, Verlaine crouched down again, pulling the boy into a firm hug. He let out a sigh of relief.
"I love you, mon frère."
“I love you..” Chuuya’s words struggled to escape his lips. Finally, the child started to cry, muffling it with his face tucked into his brother’s shoulder.
“Why’s everyone leave?” He asked, sniffling. Some consonants he still didn’t pronounce the best, but he was getting better at speaking.
He couldn't comprehend why Chuuya seemed so attached to this friend of his. Only he could understand him, anyway; was it really so wrong to want to be the only important person in his life?
Verlaine smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction as the little one cried into his shoulder. His hand rubbed soothing circles into his back. "Friends come and go. You should have told me who it was so I could tell you this sooner..."
”I don’t want him to go…” He whined. He stomped his foot with very little actual strength. More of a tiny thump against the cold floors. “Je t’aime…” Chuuya mumbled. He knew speaking in French always made his older brother happy and proud with him. It was a feeling he always liked.
In the lab, even. When they would tell him good job or he acted so well. Sometimes even gave him a treat of some sort. It somewhat became something he needed to feel for the sole purpose of feeling safe.
Verlaine what do you think of the fact i’m anemic and have to get blood tests where they TAKE OUT MORE BLOOD(iron.) just to tell me I don’t have enough iron. Over and over again. AND I HAVE TO PAY. What do you think about that. .. You should tell my doctor what you think about that…
"Killing them seems like your only option here. Doctors are all scammers."
”My friend isn’t!!”
"What? What friend?"
“I made a friend!! He lets me read these books with pictures and he tells me about them and bodies and stuff!”
Those words went in one ear and came out the other. "He's a doctor?"
”…mm He says so! His name is that too! But he’s not scary.”
"His name is Doctor? How is that... oh. Oh, Chuuya," Verlaine shakes his head, leaning down. "Where did you meet him? What is he saying to you? I'm not mad, just tell me."
”Huh..?” Chuuya looked up at him confused. He hadn’t thought Verlaine was mad in the first place… now he was second guessing himself. He held his hands behind his back and tilted his head down slightly.
“Uhm… I don’t know..”
Verlaine placed a hand on Chuuya's shoulder. "I don't know" wasn't a good enough answer. Why did he always end up meeting the ones he'd slaughtered? Did they come back just to take his brother away? After all that work?
"I need you to think long and hard," He smiled sweetly, betraying his thoughts. "What does this... doctor usually do when you two hang out? What does he say?"
“Uhm.. Well he told me about how you have this thing called a cardio…cardiovascular system thingy and stuff. He’s super smart!!!”
Verlaine nodded, not really caring about the 'cardiovascular system'. He was already well aware of its existence. "Anything about you or me?"
“Uhm..” He thought for a few moments. “He said something about being overdue to talk to you! But I don’t remember anything else.. Oh- He told me the bad people weren’t real doctors…”
"...'The bad people weren't real doctors'? Of course they were doctors, Chuu, he... hm. We really are overdue for a talk, then." Verlaine pinches Chuuya's cheek. It's harsher than intended. "Thank you for telling me this."
Chuuya winced a little at the feeling. “M’ sorry..” He mumbled, barely audible. “What’re you gonna talk about?”
"I forgive you," Verlaine kisses Chuuya's forehead. "We're going to talk about some silly matters. You don't have to worry. Just trust your big brother."
“Okay.. He’s really super nice! And super smart like you! …Can I still go see him more?”
"He's moving away. Sorry, little brother."
“Why?” Chuuya’s eyes widened, his brows scrunching with worry.
Verlaine doesn't like that look. It makes his smile wane slightly. "Doctors have to move from place to place. It's for their job."
”Why? Is he gonna come back?” His eyes were focused over the adult’s face, a little glossy as the child got closer to tears at hearing his friend was leaving.
"Why do you care about him?" Verlaine countered, his expression shifting into one of slight frustration. "He's a doctor. Do you remember what doctors did to you, Chuuya? What they did to us?"
”Uhm… He said they aren’t real doctors…and he’s really nice..” He quietly repeated before going quiet, making himself a bit smaller. His brother was probably right. And he was being difficult for no reason.
"Do you like them more than me?" Verlaine abruptly asked, tone almost accusatory. "You're always leaving me alone without telling me, going off with your friends, just like you always did,"
He straightened himself, trying to put on a smile in a last-ditch effort to seem caring.
"You love me, don't you, Chuuya? You know your big brother just wants what's best for you..."
Chuuya stayed silent, fidgeting with his fingers, ashamed. He looked up at Verlaine every few seconds for a moment then back down at the floor. “M’ sorry…. won’t again…”
The child shuffled a bit closer, wanting at least a little affection on the verge of tears he wasn’t sure how he was still holding back.
"...I forgive you," Verlaine said after a bit, a hint disappointed he wasn't given an 'I love you' but nonetheless pleased with the apology.
As Chuuya shuffled closer, Verlaine crouched down again, pulling the boy into a firm hug. He let out a sigh of relief.
"I love you, mon frère."
“I love you..” Chuuya’s words struggled to escape his lips. Finally, the child started to cry, muffling it with his face tucked into his brother’s shoulder.
“Why’s everyone leave?” He asked, sniffling. Some consonants he still didn’t pronounce the best, but he was getting better at speaking.
Verlaine what do you think of the fact i’m anemic and have to get blood tests where they TAKE OUT MORE BLOOD(iron.) just to tell me I don’t have enough iron. Over and over again. AND I HAVE TO PAY. What do you think about that. .. You should tell my doctor what you think about that…
"Killing them seems like your only option here. Doctors are all scammers."
”My friend isn’t!!”
"What? What friend?"
“I made a friend!! He lets me read these books with pictures and he tells me about them and bodies and stuff!”
Those words went in one ear and came out the other. "He's a doctor?"
”…mm He says so! His name is that too! But he’s not scary.”
"His name is Doctor? How is that... oh. Oh, Chuuya," Verlaine shakes his head, leaning down. "Where did you meet him? What is he saying to you? I'm not mad, just tell me."
”Huh..?” Chuuya looked up at him confused. He hadn’t thought Verlaine was mad in the first place… now he was second guessing himself. He held his hands behind his back and tilted his head down slightly.
“Uhm… I don’t know..”
Verlaine placed a hand on Chuuya's shoulder. "I don't know" wasn't a good enough answer. Why did he always end up meeting the ones he'd slaughtered? Did they come back just to take his brother away? After all that work?
"I need you to think long and hard," He smiled sweetly, betraying his thoughts. "What does this... doctor usually do when you two hang out? What does he say?"
“Uhm.. Well he told me about how you have this thing called a cardio…cardiovascular system thingy and stuff. He’s super smart!!!”
Verlaine nodded, not really caring about the 'cardiovascular system'. He was already well aware of its existence. "Anything about you or me?"
“Uhm..” He thought for a few moments. “He said something about being overdue to talk to you! But I don’t remember anything else.. Oh- He told me the bad people weren’t real doctors…”
"...'The bad people weren't real doctors'? Of course they were doctors, Chuu, he... hm. We really are overdue for a talk, then." Verlaine pinches Chuuya's cheek. It's harsher than intended. "Thank you for telling me this."
Chuuya winced a little at the feeling. “M’ sorry..” He mumbled, barely audible. “What’re you gonna talk about?”
"I forgive you," Verlaine kisses Chuuya's forehead. "We're going to talk about some silly matters. You don't have to worry. Just trust your big brother."
“Okay.. He’s really super nice! And super smart like you! …Can I still go see him more?”
"He's moving away. Sorry, little brother."
“Why?” Chuuya’s eyes widened, his brows scrunching with worry.
Verlaine doesn't like that look. It makes his smile wane slightly. "Doctors have to move from place to place. It's for their job."
”Why? Is he gonna come back?” His eyes were focused over the adult’s face, a little glossy as the child got closer to tears at hearing his friend was leaving.
"Why do you care about him?" Verlaine countered, his expression shifting into one of slight frustration. "He's a doctor. Do you remember what doctors did to you, Chuuya? What they did to us?"
”Uhm… He said they aren’t real doctors…and he’s really nice..” He quietly repeated before going quiet, making himself a bit smaller. His brother was probably right. And he was being difficult for no reason.
"Do you like them more than me?" Verlaine abruptly asked, tone almost accusatory. "You're always leaving me alone without telling me, going off with your friends, just like you always did,"
He straightened himself, trying to put on a smile in a last-ditch effort to seem caring.
"You love me, don't you, Chuuya? You know your big brother just wants what's best for you..."
Chuuya stayed silent, fidgeting with his fingers, ashamed. He looked up at Verlaine every few seconds for a moment then back down at the floor. “M’ sorry…. won’t again…”
The child shuffled a bit closer, wanting at least a little affection on the verge of tears he wasn’t sure how he was still holding back.
Verlaine what do you think of the fact i’m anemic and have to get blood tests where they TAKE OUT MORE BLOOD(iron.) just to tell me I don’t have enough iron. Over and over again. AND I HAVE TO PAY. What do you think about that. .. You should tell my doctor what you think about that…
"Killing them seems like your only option here. Doctors are all scammers."
”My friend isn’t!!”
"What? What friend?"
“I made a friend!! He lets me read these books with pictures and he tells me about them and bodies and stuff!”
Those words went in one ear and came out the other. "He's a doctor?"
”…mm He says so! His name is that too! But he’s not scary.”
"His name is Doctor? How is that... oh. Oh, Chuuya," Verlaine shakes his head, leaning down. "Where did you meet him? What is he saying to you? I'm not mad, just tell me."
”Huh..?” Chuuya looked up at him confused. He hadn’t thought Verlaine was mad in the first place… now he was second guessing himself. He held his hands behind his back and tilted his head down slightly.
“Uhm… I don’t know..”
Verlaine placed a hand on Chuuya's shoulder. "I don't know" wasn't a good enough answer. Why did he always end up meeting the ones he'd slaughtered? Did they come back just to take his brother away? After all that work?
"I need you to think long and hard," He smiled sweetly, betraying his thoughts. "What does this... doctor usually do when you two hang out? What does he say?"
“Uhm.. Well he told me about how you have this thing called a cardio…cardiovascular system thingy and stuff. He’s super smart!!!”
Verlaine nodded, not really caring about the 'cardiovascular system'. He was already well aware of its existence. "Anything about you or me?"
“Uhm..” He thought for a few moments. “He said something about being overdue to talk to you! But I don’t remember anything else.. Oh- He told me the bad people weren’t real doctors…”
"...'The bad people weren't real doctors'? Of course they were doctors, Chuu, he... hm. We really are overdue for a talk, then." Verlaine pinches Chuuya's cheek. It's harsher than intended. "Thank you for telling me this."
Chuuya winced a little at the feeling. “M’ sorry..” He mumbled, barely audible. “What’re you gonna talk about?”
"I forgive you," Verlaine kisses Chuuya's forehead. "We're going to talk about some silly matters. You don't have to worry. Just trust your big brother."
“Okay.. He’s really super nice! And super smart like you! …Can I still go see him more?”
"He's moving away. Sorry, little brother."
“Why?” Chuuya’s eyes widened, his brows scrunching with worry.
Verlaine doesn't like that look. It makes his smile wane slightly. "Doctors have to move from place to place. It's for their job."
”Why? Is he gonna come back?” His eyes were focused over the adult’s face, a little glossy as the child got closer to tears at hearing his friend was leaving.
"Why do you care about him?" Verlaine countered, his expression shifting into one of slight frustration. "He's a doctor. Do you remember what doctors did to you, Chuuya? What they did to us?"
”Uhm… He said they aren’t real doctors…and he’s really nice..” He quietly repeated before going quiet, making himself a bit smaller. His brother was probably right. And he was being difficult for no reason.
