#basilcrowns

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@basilcrowns / cont.

the reason for his inquiry is not divulged instantly. rather, sunny's eye glitters with brief curiosity and contemplation. he dwells on the answer. he doesn't think that much stuff around his house is even unpacked if any, and he wouldn't want to have to dig through his mother's belongings to find the iron anyhow. perhaps he would have to find another method of cooking the little bit of food he had at home. the microwave is effective, but always a last resort. ( he can just not do anything at all, which sounds like a viable route. it's worked so far. )

sunny offers a miniscule nod to basil, then slips back into his thought stream momentarily. a sudden inquisitiveness sparks in his gaze, the subtle shift of his shoulders giving way to a tiny expression of thrill that sometimes occurs when he has figured out a particularly hard puzzle. “ could you do it with... with a toaster...? ”

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@basilcrowns / plotted.

darkness. rather familiar, yet stranger still alien. he finally blinks, light restoring his gaze; there's too many things unfamiliar here. the air does not smell right, the scenery doesn't match his memory, even the sounds are off. his senses return slowly, touch being the last--how long has he been sitting here on the ground, clenching fistfuls of grass? his hands tremble. his knees and body feel bruised. sunny only stares in disbelief at the highway that sits a good fifty feet away. there's a concrete barrier severing line of sight between he and any passers-by in their cars.

a blink. another blink. sunny slowly shifts, his body sending flares of pain as if to tell him to back off. whatever adrenaline he had has worn off. his memory fails to inform him why he's here. ( for the better, someone else assures quietly. ) nevertheless, he clambers to his feet, flinching at the stings of pain as he does so. sunny registers movement nearby, and his head snaps in the direction of the sound, his gaze resting on... basil. ( of course he's here. )

sunny can only manage to open his mouth slightly. he has too many questions, but he feels like his throat is too tight; he cannot say anything that he wishes. he simply relies on his trembling posture to communicate that he is overwhelmed. a swift few steps forward, and he is close enough to offer basil a hand--assist in standing.

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HURT / COMFORT.

@basilcrowns said: “I’m so s-sorry for crying a-again…” For Sunny.... Pain time :)

sunny was not good at comforting others in their times of distress. more often than not, he did not know how to go about it, but that was okay. mari was usually around to handle the situation. however, his sister was not here at the moment when basil burst into tears, so sunny would do his best. still, this consisted of the boy lingering in place with an aura of dubiousness as he wondered what best to do other than stare at basil with worry.

sunny sorts through options in his head, but none seem viable or comfortable, rather--he perceived that he was incapable of properly bestowing hugs or physical reassurances, for they would likely end up being executed awkwardly. yet at last, he ends up settling for the sacrifice of some precious personal space in order to draw closer to basil. he stays rooted there, his gaze transfixed on his friend and filled with concern. then the apology comes alongside relative calmer atmosphere, and sunny offers a blink. it is followed by timid speech after a moment.

“ it's okay. 's okay, um, to cry... ” a quote of affirmation; mari says something like that sometimes, and everyone seems to consider it wonderful wisdom. sunny pauses as he studies basil again, attempting to glean any additional context from basil's expression. ( it's more difficult then sunny thinks it should be. ) unable to find any, he whispers out a question. “ ...why are you sad, basil...? ”