[ he has tracked vax down after making his own rounds and will usher them back to whichever apartment you want so they can flop down on a bed. and just sort of vibe in the bad feelings of atsushi having to go through combat tomorrow. percy has come back from visiting him, small sketches of atsushi with a stained glass backdrop and light overhead decorating the most recent, open page of his sketchbook. ]
Miserable... [ percy mumbles into his pillow. he stretches out a leg and just nudges vax, a quiet surge of "i'm here for you, clown" feelings. ]
miserable. it is miserable, yeah!!! it's well. less miserable than last week, but he's not going to say that. i'll say marine apartment for comfy cozy vibes.
vax is back in comfy clothes, and has also brushed his teeth (no more blood) and dropped the space buns. he looks tired, again, as he flops back and looks at percy's sketchbook. ]
[ he has worn his comfy clothes down to marine then, a meme sweater and some sweatpants. he's just pushed his glasses to the side table and is just staring up at the glow in the dark stars on the ceiling. ]
One can hope... I would like to think that's it. That it doesn't have to be an execution.
[ the vibes coming off of him are significantly more melancholy as he frowns towards the ceiling. ]
I like for it to end up that way.
Atsushi... he was right, even when he was caught. We need to figure out who killed November. [ unease ]
vax glances at him, for a moment, and then closes his eyes. his emotions are similar - something somber. something heavy. ]
... I would, too. [ but - he doesn't think it's going to happen. cad more or less said so, after all.
he reaches up and rubs at his own chest, hand over the raven wings emblazoned on his chest, and takes a deep breath. ] We do.
... I thought - well. Thought Doc might've done it, at first. She thought I did. [ that comes with a quiet flicker of tired amusement, though he doesn't extrapolate on it. ] Now, I don't know, though. Maybe someone with Marine, or Heliotrope.
[ he looks upwards, hard at the ceiling still before he slowly rolls over onto his better side and just kind of nods. he also thought maybe, with the leaves in the box, it'd been jiuqing. but that would have been a rather silly give away, wouldn't it have? too obvious. she's subtle like that, percy knows well enough. ]
Hot Pants was on that list...
[ he frowns. ] She admitted to having Marine.
[ he closes his eyes ] And I've seen her... spray can. I think that likely could have made the mark on November's forehead. But by the time we got there, it was all over. [ he's wishing quietly that they could have used crow's ability for this, but... shit happens. he doesn't blame him. he just seems sort of remorseful. ]
[ when he's through shouting, he surfaces, a breath leaving him as he turns to look at vax blearily without his glasses a moment. there's an odd sense of relaxation in it, in not having to look so hard at the details after nine hours of looking at nothing but details. ]
You're always staying over, can I spend the night?
[ he kicks a blanket. ] You have enough of these that I won't be liable to steal them all.
[ is this like some kind of plea to let him stay without actually saying please? yes. ]
[ his vin!!! she stayed with him the night before percy's execution, so, he's returning the favor, but the marine apartment is big and comfy and the vibes are good, so.
vax reaches for his glasses, wherever he abandoned them, and folds them up, putting them off to the side where he can reach them later.
it was a shitty night, and, frankly, vax is feeling a little overprotective of percy even still, so. he doesn't seem to mind, and that resonates through his emotions, too. rather percy be here. ]
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Miserable... [ percy mumbles into his pillow. he stretches out a leg and just nudges vax, a quiet surge of "i'm here for you, clown" feelings. ]
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miserable. it is miserable, yeah!!! it's well. less miserable than last week, but he's not going to say that. i'll say marine apartment for comfy cozy vibes.
vax is back in comfy clothes, and has also brushed his teeth (no more blood) and dropped the space buns. he looks tired, again, as he flops back and looks at percy's sketchbook. ]
Maybe it'll be like us.
[ he doesn't sound like he believes it, though. ]
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One can hope... I would like to think that's it. That it doesn't have to be an execution.
[ the vibes coming off of him are significantly more melancholy as he frowns towards the ceiling. ]
I like for it to end up that way.
Atsushi... he was right, even when he was caught. We need to figure out who killed November. [ unease ]
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vax glances at him, for a moment, and then closes his eyes. his emotions are similar - something somber. something heavy. ]
... I would, too. [ but - he doesn't think it's going to happen. cad more or less said so, after all.
he reaches up and rubs at his own chest, hand over the raven wings emblazoned on his chest, and takes a deep breath. ] We do.
... I thought - well. Thought Doc might've done it, at first. She thought I did. [ that comes with a quiet flicker of tired amusement, though he doesn't extrapolate on it. ] Now, I don't know, though. Maybe someone with Marine, or Heliotrope.
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Hot Pants was on that list...
[ he frowns. ] She admitted to having Marine.
[ he closes his eyes ] And I've seen her... spray can. I think that likely could have made the mark on November's forehead. But by the time we got there, it was all over. [ he's wishing quietly that they could have used crow's ability for this, but... shit happens. he doesn't blame him. he just seems sort of remorseful. ]
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this makes perfect sense to vax, too. huh. well - he'd prefer that over jiuqing, even though... he likes hot pants, but, jiuqing?
and, wait, actually - he groans. ] The fucking - the blood. It was a pair of fucking pants.
[ the emotional vibe is just exhaustion and also jfc we're dumb ]
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OUR BLOOD PANTS.
OUR BLOODY PANTS.
he just kind of groans and grabs a pillow to smother his face with for a very long moment.
he will now shout into said pillow. it is thankfully very muffled, but he's shoutin'. ]
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vax just sighs and puts his hands on face, dragging them down slowly. ]
Fucking hell.
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You're always staying over, can I spend the night?
[ he kicks a blanket. ] You have enough of these that I won't be liable to steal them all.
[ is this like some kind of plea to let him stay without actually saying please? yes. ]
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[ his vin!!! she stayed with him the night before percy's execution, so, he's returning the favor, but the marine apartment is big and comfy and the vibes are good, so.
vax reaches for his glasses, wherever he abandoned them, and folds them up, putting them off to the side where he can reach them later.
it was a shitty night, and, frankly, vax is feeling a little overprotective of percy even still, so. he doesn't seem to mind, and that resonates through his emotions, too. rather percy be here. ]