chroma | week 4 curfew

[daggering]

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[fretbro]

Jeeze.

[he's just gonna go... curl up on a couch.

vax'ildick jumpscare aside, he's Anxiety Prime tonight because his bird friend got fucked up.]

[ktiseos]

[...emet's sitting with him. the vibes are similar, though more a tense sort of concern.]

[daggering]

[ ... anyway, now that that's done. he's coming back with a few of the big, comfy blankets from his and estinien's bedroom, and comes to drop one over fret's legs. his vibes are gentler afterwards, worried. ]

...She's okay. We got her stabilized, got her to the pod in time.

[ zetsu better be curfewing in the medbay or i will kill them myself ]

[fretbro]

[gestures at my comment below but - he says this while staring down at his phone:]

I know. I just - it's been like... she texted me right before she went.

[daggering]

[ fret your emotions ]

...yeah. Same thing happened when I went. [ he glances across at percy, for a moment, and the concern and worry stays. ] ... sounds like she was brave as hell, whatever she was stuck in.

[ that doesn't make her being hurt literally any better, but, it's something. ] - Maybe most important, she came back. Fucked up to all hell or not, she's still here.

[fretbro]

[it's fine, he's shoving all his emotions down into his little cardboard box of conceal don't feel.]

She's still here. [he says, with a sigh.] I hate being locked out like this.

[daggering]

Me too.

[ ... ]

C'mon. Gonna build a fort. Watch one of these cheesy...movies or whatever that're in the box. All of us.

[ television? romcoms? he got movies ]

[decisions]

[ he throws a pillow at vax's head and another, more gently, towards bass' lap. ]

[fretbro]

What?

[fort?? he's caught off guard by that, but.]

I - okay, sure. [he takes the pillow, holding it, and then, trying very hard to sound cheerful:] Okay, but you can't let Selchy and Percibro do all the construction because they'll get all into the math and stuff. You gotta make a fort by vibes.

[daggering]

I'm with you, but what the fuck does that mean?

[ what, my good sir, is the fucking vibe

anyway he's been boffed with a pillow that he failed to dodge, so he makes a - ] Mfff. [ noise. ] Go steal the ones off of Yasu and Estinien's beds, it's not like either of them ever use it.

[decisions]

Surely they'll forgive us once they say what we've made.

[fretbro]

Vibes - are you serious, Riff hasn't explained to you vibes?

[how very dare] It's like - the mood. Like chill vibes.

[he explains this as he's rolling off the couch to go grab pillows and also just like, probably crouch in the bedroom and die for just a second, it's fine]

[decisions]

I resent that. I can have a bit of fun.

For example, I think we should make it in the shape of a dragon. Or a skull. [ hmph. ]

[daggering]

It doesn't count as "fun" if you spend five hours working out the equations to make it in that shape, first.

[ktiseos]

[belatedly:]

Emet-Selch!

[fretbro]

[this sucks, he can't hide his face anymore because he's not a blob of static? also, his emotions are on blast, which SUPER sucks. it's a mix of anxiety and worry and just a touch of fright. nausea. is this what he feels every week during curfew? maybe!

he just kind of vibrates in place, chewing his bottom lip.]

[rindude]

[ah.





it's...a little bit of hesitance on his end, but since emet's on one side and vax is dropping a few blankets on people, riff is going to wander to drop down on his other side and kind of bump his knee into his.

look there's anxiety and worry on his part, too, but he's forcing himself to be calm and hope that bass can pick up those vibes.]

[fretbro]

[he jumps a little when riff bumps his knee, but - he manages a smile. it's small, but it's there. after a second, he throws an arm around riff's shoulders and leans against him.]

It's all good, man. [he says quietly, trying to force the anxiety and worry down into the usual cardboard box he keeps it in. sunrise, sunrise, sunrise.]

[rindude]

["Shut up."

but he doesn't say that because this really isn't the time to point out that he can feel those feelings, dude. there's a vague, half-hearted disgruntled sound when bass throws an arm around his shoulder and the extra weight is added, but he adjusts just slightly so he can lean more comfortably.]

Yeah, totally. [it's equally quiet. there's a lot going through his head at the moment, but like always he doesn't say so.] ...have you been out every week?

[with other people, he means.]

[fretbro]

[yeah just let him pretend, wow]

Not every week. [...] Well, I guess... most. Huh.

[it didn't even occur to him.] Wait, have you not?

[rindude]

[it's almost too-fast, but there's a little bit of a flare of lonely vibes before they get squashed out.]

No? Dude, why do you think I started letting the tiger into my house...?

[daggering]

Didn't even know we could invite you guys along, till Emet came with Bass, last week. 's part of why I invited you.

[ :T who let my riff stay alone!!!!!! ]

[rindude]

[a shrug!]

It's not like it's an expected thing or something you guys should've been doing. No big deal. It's okay.

["But thanks, Vax. You and Meteion both."]

[fretbro]

[well, there's a whole bunch of guilt in return]

... You gotta come with me again next time. No arguments.

[rindude]

[just...kind of staring for a second. it's hard to tell what the vibe is actually, but there's a nod.]

Whatever.

[yeah there's literally no argument for some reason. weird.]

Think the others are okay?