[It Was Not Your Fault but Mine.]
medaknight-rokusho:
terebasita:
Tere’s eyes widened and she stood straighter, young girl forgotten, as she watched Rokusho approach. He looked like a different person, someone beaten and broken, and it was only that Metabee approached him first that kept her from rushing over.
That, and knowing her urge to sweep him up and into the safety of the shadows was being held back by rapidly-fraying reins. She had to listen to what he wanted. He would decide.
She walked closer, measuring her steps. She didn’t know what Metabee’s and Ikki’s house was like. She imagined something warm and comfortable, probably usually filled with noise and energy from the two boys. Maybe that was what Rokusho needed: distraction, family.
She couldn’t offer the feeling of a family home, but she could offer peace, space, and quiet. And, if he needed it, layers of security.
Arika and Brass drew closer as well, determined to be of help if Rokusho asked. They liked him too.
@metabeefcake
Rokusho looked between his friends solemnly and made a small, rather quiet sigh. He looked at Metabee and mumbled, having lost both the energy and care to really speak up, “Let’s… go home.” The words sounded empty, as if they were spoken from another person.
As much as he would have hated to say so out loud, he no longer considered anywhere with Hushi “home,” anymore. After what happened, that man may as well have been a complete stranger. How could so much have changed?
Indeed, the Tenryous’ household, though rather lively for a reserved bot like himself, felt much more like home: comforting and loving… Perhaps the love within that household would be enough to fill the void he felt had split wide open within his medal, after having been pushed back so far, estranged by the one whom he felt was like a father to him.
Seeing and hearing Rokusho in such a state broke Baton’s heart. In fact, upon seeing the total damage that had been done, he had to hold himself back from crying, his medal going out to the KWG. The second time that Rokusho would be forced out of his own home couldn’t have been at all easier than the first, even if they were under extremely different circumstances.
Baton cycled a deep vent.
He needed to be strong, to be the big brother Rokusho deserved.
“Thanks, everyone. From the both of us.” After tonight’s display, he knew now that he could count on this group of motley friends to be there when Rokusho needed them. He spoke quietly to Metabee, “Will you be okay with him?”
He meant a little more than he could say, with Rokusho right there. He couldn’t help but worry that Metabee’s house might not be the best place for a completely broken being to mend.
Green optics brightened lightly as Rokusho made his mind. He was happy his friend had decided to stay over. Having lived with them for a few months, things were likely going to get brighter. In due time of course, but still. Metabee had lots of positivity radiating through him. Some was bound to get to Rokusho... right?
Hesitant, the bot stopped for a second before curling his arm around the other’s back, comforting him.
❝ It’s gonna be okay... ❞ But was it really? He would only hope so.
Ikki approached again, staying by Rokusho’s side, while Metabee adressed Baton’s question. He paused for a few seconds, not too sure how to respond.
❝ Hey, We lived with you guys for a while. ‘S gonna be fine. He just needs time, an’... ❞ He sighed. ❝ I can’t... really process what he’s goin’ through right now, but Imma do my best. How ‘bout you, though? You comin’ with? ❞
