#comesoutatnight

[rawresome]

foods I want atm: cake, tacos, cookies, nd chocolate ._.

[whiten01z]

[submitted by comesoutatnight]

>A small, plain box with a note laying on top of it

'I haven't forgotten about this you know.

-FL'

Inside are two small robots in the shape of a bird and a snake. For the moment they are dormant.

Feathers and scales are carved into them with painstaking detail, swirling in patterns that seem to shift in the light.

Another small note is under them.

'The bird sings and flaps his wings while the snake nests in the cold winter sun'

> N01-Z: More presents. 

You find the box as you wander around the house, trying to work off the lingering sluggishness you always feel from being in standby for a long time. Even with your positronic brain, it takes you a second to remember who "FL" is (you still think PIka Pika Rainbow-face Cyborg-san is a better, not to mention far more accurate name, but whatever).

You tilt your head quizzically at the tiny robots. You've seen plenty of robot animals before, mostly dogs and mostly in Japan, but you're not quite sure what to make of these. Are they... are they pets? You make a small sound that's somewhere between fascination and concern; pet ownership is a huge responsibility. You have to feed them and walk them and play with them and clean up after them and take them to the vet if they get sick and you guess it's a lot like taking care of Dirk, but that means you have, like, three Dirk's to take care of now and--

Oh wait, never mind. Robots. Right.

You decide to call the bird "Suzaku" and the snake "Genbu," because the first thing pets need are names. You're not really sure why those particular names came immediately to mind, but somehow they seem appropriate (although you'll probably just call them "Su-chan" and "Gen-chan," because let's face it, those are pretty pretentious sounding names).

Pika Pika Rainbow-face Cyborg-san is around somewhere. You'll have to thank him as soon as you find him.

[missrainlalonde]

==> Rain: Write something.

i don't know just where i'm going i don't know what to do i don't know who i need now but i think it might be you i don't know what to say and i don't know if it's true it's better to have loved and lost but i hope i don't lose you you made me laugh when i was sad you held me while i cried you knew just what to say to me so what else could i have tried i doubt you ever think of me i don't see why you would i wish that i could make you smile and i doubt i ever could i don't know what you mean to me or why you looked my way but please don't hate me if i feel like i need to run away we talked and laughed and hurt and healed and maybe you're that one or maybe i am chasing rainbows instead of the sun you gave me hope when i was lost you helped me on my way and i appreciate you more than i could ever say my world is small and lonely now but i don't really care however weak i was at times when i fell you were there 

[missrainlalonde]

==> Rain: Throw your drink to the floor in disgust.

You don't have a drink.

The only disgust you feel is toward yourself.

You settle for throwing a pillow at the wall, instead.

How in all the universes is it even possible for one person to have contained in their being so much raw, undiluted stupidity?

Part of you wants to find another bottle of Absolut in your Sylladex, shut your computer down, and metaphorically go to town.

But you told her you wouldn't do that anymore.

But she's not talking to you anymore because you fucked up. You fucked up bad. You fucked up so bad, it's like gravity completely reversed itself and there is no other direction for the fuck to go, than up.

You return your attention to your laptop. You want to visit her page, but you force yourself not to. That won't help anything. That would be like taking a raw egg and hurling it full speed into a brick wall. Only the egg is your heart. Raw and messy and broken.

Sometimes you hate how accidentally good at metaphors you are.

You need to get to Texas, somehow. Normally, you would text Kanaya and ask her for a portal. But now, she isn't talking to you, for the aforementioned reason.

You know FL could use some sort of portal, but you aren't exactly 'friends' with him... You don't think Broderick can use portals... You're nearly certain that John and Natalie can't...

You pull your knees close to your chest, slam your laptop closed, and glitch it into your Sylladex, along with everything else you own. You already cleaned up (and by 'cleaned up' you mean 'stashed in the deepest recesses of your Sylladex') your empty bottles, and the room is now exactly like it was when you first walked in, with the exception of the pillow by the far wall, except it smells a little less like Kanaya. Or maybe you're just too used to the scent and can't identify it anymore. Idly, you stare at the scab on your knee that you can tell is slowly starting to scar. You don't care. You lean your cheek against your uninjured knee and close your eyes.

You just want to disappear.

You're so done with hurting.

You just want all this pain to go away.

For the first time in a long time, you feel... nothing, as it comes to swallow you, like sinking into a bath that's the exact same temperature as your skin. Only it doesn't feel wet. It doesn't feel dry, either. It doesn't feel cold, or warm, or soft, or sharp, or anything.

The Void you sink into literally feels like... nothing.

And for once, you actually take comfort in it.

[missrainlalonde]

[[Updated my Relationships page. Slightly less of a ghost town now.]]

[missrainlalonde]

Ready. Set.

You tie your dirty-blonde hair back into a tight, high ponytail, and then use a second one to keep it as close to your head as possible, in an almost bun. You don't need it flipping around and getting in your eyes or caught by your opponent. Next, you wrap your feet, ankles, and shins. They are still slightly bruised from the punching bag, but you don't mind. You wrap your wrists, hands, and forearms, next. Your sports bra is tight and supportive, and matches your light grey bike shorts, with strips of pink along the hems. You wonder how bloodstained they will be later.

Kanaya shows up and asks where she is sending you. You give her the coordinates for this Strider's basement, trying to not wonder why she won't stay and watch, or whether this Strider is at all related to the one you used to know. She opens a portal, says, "Dont Get Hit Too Hard" and you step through, once again feeling like your entire body needs to sneeze. You shake all of your limbs out, stretch, pop every joint you can, and walk toward the crowd. Maybe you should have told her that you were fighting a cyborg, and you might be passed out, knocked unconscious, by the end of it. Oh well. You'll text her when you wake up.

The air is stale, filled with body heat, and practically rippling with the cacophony of many voices. The crowd feels good to you; it feels much better than the solitude you had been in recently. You look around, wondering if your opponent has arrived yet. You only know that he apparently has a glowing faceplate. You hope that will be enough information to find him with. You sit down and stretch more, warming up your limbs, and then jog in place a bit, watching the other combatants.

To say that you are looking forward to fighting again is an immense understatement.

[whiten01z]

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((he thinks FL is a funny sounding name and would rather call him something like "pika pika rainbow face cyborg-san," because it's really common for japanese people to address others by either title or description. he won't actually do that, since he's also a kind of uneasy with the whole mysterious, world-weary vibe FL puts off. he feels like FL is a little dangerous, but he still likes him... and his shiny rainbow face.))

[whiten01z]

Enjoying the new senses kid

ええ、時々おも．．．

> sigh heavily, take out english-japanese dictionary, and start pointing.

[ yes very interesting i like smoking hugs are okay ]

> blush involuntarilOKAY STOP THAT.

[ eat food is something i will do next ]