#{ louis interactions }

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@rebellebetrayed | x

Hearing that made Louis nervous.

Erasing his last answer with the eraser of his pencil, he started another message out to his roommate.

Dude, you’re not gonna die. Not any time soon, anyway.

He didn’t want to say it, but looking at the way Hikaru’s middle was starting to swell? It looked more like he was gaining weight, rather than losing it from him not really being able to keep everything down. The darker haired teen didn’t look healthy by any means, but he still looked nowhere near as gaunt as Goro in the week or so before his death. 

Still, it looked... weird. Maybe it was part of his sickness, ‘r something.

We both feel like shit right now.

It’d barely been a month since Louis had lost his tongue, after all, but he was still dealing with the emotional side of things. He and Clem were doing better, but Louis’s depression over the matter hadn’t subsided at all. Not to mention it’d been a little over a month since Goro’s death, and it was clear Hikaru was still grieving. Both of them had a lot of stuff to get through.

But we’re gonna get through it. We’re gonna be fine.

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@rebellebetrayed

In the days following the rescue of Louis, Aasim, and Omar, it was unsurprising that Louis refused to leave his room he shared with Hikaru. He just... he hadn’t been ready to face everyone. To face the people that he felt like would ridicule him, telling him he’d finally gotten the treatment he deserved.

Why couldn’t you just shut up, Louis?

This was all on you. 

Clementine was crying because of you not being able to shut your fucking mouth.

Louis would only see a select few people. Ruby, Aasim, and Hikaru. Clementine... He wanted to see her, but God. The idea of seeing her cry for him again made his stomach turn and a pit of hared for himself continually building. Instead of laughing, talking, and living life for what it was, Louis could barely force himself out of bed to  go to the bathroom.

The pain and nightmares had left him exhausted, and tears came far easier to him than they ever before.

God, he just wanted to die.

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@rebellebetrayed | x

“It’s not gonna be any better if you leave. Being alone with your  thoughts out there while you’re still messed up from his death? Sounds like a recipe for disaster, man,” Louis didn’t wanna see  the guy go. The brunet always felt so much empathy for people, it was hard to turn that off most of the time. 

“Trust me when I say you wouldn’t be a burden on us. Some of us are pretty rough around the edges, but all of us have a pretty gooey and soft center. You could help us take care of stuff, and we could help you grieve and eventually move on,” Briefly, his eyes glanced down at the black cat and white cat in Hikaru’s grip.

“...We could help with your buddy here, too, hopefully,”

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@deltataken liked for a starter

Eerie quiet settled in the cell area following what’d happened. It was a lot of screaming, sobbing, threats, and pleas-- only for it to go silent. Louis had passed out from the pain of it all. Aasim and Omar both hadn’t been scared silent in turn, though Aasim had tried to call Louis a few times to see whether he was even alive.

Louis finally woke to the taste of copper and a puddle of his own blood. Had he been lying on this back, he likely could’ve choked on the amount pooling in his mouth. Sitting himself up, he found trying to spit the oozing red out of his mouth was painful beyond belief. Oh God-- oh God, what the fuck had they done? Oh God, why couldn’t he have just fucking listened to them?

A tiny sob began to erupt from him. It all hurt. Crying hurt, but he genuinely couldn’t help it. What was he supposed to do?

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@exwhisperer liked for a starter

“Heard you’re thinkin’ of stayin’. Any truth to that, or are you just gonna stick around for a night or two?” Two new additions. Damn, man. Well-- one new and one previous. It was just nice to see the school filling up again. 

“There’s a lot of empty rooms, so it’s not like we’re pressed for space, or anything. Another pair of hands around here is always great, too,”

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@nctbitten

It must’ve been a damn miracle he’d managed to escape the raging inferno that once was the boat. With a ripped bit of his shirt over his bleeding pinky stump, he’d managed to help Aasim and Omar get off the boat before things really took a turn for the truly deadly.

What he was really terrified of was the idea that Clem and AJ might not’ve made it. Hell, where was everyone? Ruby, Tenn, Willy, James-- he hadn’t seen anyone outside of their part of the group in ages. Just where the fuck were they? Looking around hastily, he held onto his finger and felt the pulsating of blood soaking the shitty cover up. 

Finally, though, he saw a figure beginning to pull themselves up from the water. Aasim was trying to get Omar to safety, but Louis stopped to stare and see who it might’ve been. Thin hands... the silhouette of their sleeves only reaching  their mid-forearm. That hat.

“Clementine!” Louis called, and began to ran back toward the water Aasim and Omar both stopped to look back, surprised and relieved to see that Clem appeared to be alive.

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@clemiisms liked for a starter

I don’t blame you.

He wrote it on the paper he’d been given.

That much was the truth. After all, he wouldn’t have chosen him over Violet either. Not when he felt like he was expendable, and especially not after hearing Violet scream the way she had while she’d been dragged away.

No, he’d never been angry with Clementine for that. Even after the night they’d shared, he really didn’t feel betrayed. Didn’t feel like it was an easy choice for Clem. She’d always done what she could to help, and it was clear that Violet had needed her far more than he did.

This was all just his fault. Maybe if he’d just listen for fucking once, he wouldn’t-- he wouldn’t be like this.

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@dcadrct liked for a starter

He was avoiding just about everyone like the plague, really. 

There was shame, grief, and anger filling him to the brink. Anyone who knew him well enough could probably see he was on the verge of completely exploding emotionally. Louis just didn’t want to see anyone. Didn’t want to face people and then hear the likely smart ass comments about it.

Louis wondered if Clementine had told the rest. Or Aasim. Or Omar. Any of them. What would any of them say if they knew?

What role did he serve now, if he wasn’t the one to joke around and make everyone smile?

Louis didn’t look up when he heard the knock at the door. He’d almost tried to speak, only for a rush of pain to hit him the instant he tried to move the tongue that was once there.