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[crowsicle]

sup
looks like im afk for whatever reason even if my computers basically sitting on my face
leave a message and maybe if im feeling magnanimous ill get back to you when im done with whatever important biznasty ive got on my hands

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[crowsicle]

Take it easy, okay?

[He looks at her critically, trying to make sure she's not pushing herself more than she's letting on--he knows lots of people like that though obviously he'd never do something like that, Christ, where do you get off--but she seems pretty okay. Considering, anyway. And she did make it all the way to his room, which is more than he can say for himself.]

You even supposed to be walking around?

[reassures]

[Nill pauses for a moment, before lifting a finger to her lips in a silent shushing gesture, and she smiles. No, she really isn't supposed to be walking around, and she half thinks she might wander back to her room later and find a different patient in her bed. Don't tell on her, okay?]

it's too quiet in my room

[crowsicle]

[He hesitates a moment, because geez, he doesn't want her to get sicker for something as dumb as coming to see some pathetic crow kid, but--

He knows what it's like to be alone.]

Guess you came to the right place. [Why yes, he is aware that he is the king of mumbling background noise.] You live with people usually?

[reassures]

[The right place, huh? He certainly talked enough over the network, but you could never tell if people were the same in real life as they were online. It was sort of nice that he was, though, because Nill really liked talkative people (she suspects he'd talk even more if it weren't painful to do so).

The question, however, makes her smile falter, and when it comes back it isn't nearly as genuine as it was a moment ago. Even then, it takes her a moment to figure out what to type. Normally it would be an innocent enough question, but for her it's a bit of a loaded one.]

not for a long while

[She manages to make the smile a bit wider, seem a bit more cheerful.]

its just me

[crowsicle]

[He's a thirteen-year-old douchebird and has never been the best at reading people, but that doesn't really seem like a happy answer. And if it's just her, then it must be really quiet at home.

His apartment during the game was hella creepy, with only Rose's pester chimes and his fan (useless in his planet's heat) breaking the heavy silence, no matter how hard he listened for footsteps.

He shifts again, pillowing his head on his arm.]

You wanna talk about it?

[reassures]

[Her smile widens a little at that, more genuinely this time, but she turns her gaze down to her NV. She taps her fingers against the screen once, and then just types up a simple list. It seems easiest - she doesn't want to just brush off the concern. That was rude.]

one moved
one disappeared
one died

[Not using names seems easier, given that one of them was actually still here, he just wasn't the same person. This place is so complicated at times.]

not much to talk about

[crowsicle]

[He reads it, then looks back up at her. That sounds more like Davesprite himself than something he'd expect to hear from Nill, and for some reason that just doesn't sit right.

Not that he really knows what to do about it. He lets out a breath and looks down at Dr. Doof pressed against his stomach.]

Yeah. Happened to me, too. Before I got here.

gkjdahkjh if you aren't cool with the slight mindreading godmod let me know ;;/

[reassures]

[She catches little flashes of thought with that - things that, out of context, wouldn't make much sense. Even in context they don't make much sense, but when you're stuck reading people's minds mostly involuntarily, you learn to read between the lines.

Purple font. Lava. Two gaps.

...Oh.

She's still for a moment, trying to think of the right thing to say-- type. Whatever. Even if Dave didn't act much like a kid, he was... way too young for all of that to have happened to him. It didn't seem fair.

So she smiles, and it's a little brighter this time.]

I guess that means we're birds of a feather, right?

[Normally, she'd ask about it. But Nill has heard the rumors about what's causing this sickness, and if their situations were anymore alike... they'd both be doing a lot worse off if she did.]

we can keep each other company for awhile

No that's totally cool!

[crowsicle]

[He actually snorts at the bird joke--it triggers a brief coughing fit, but he's still grinning at the end of it.]

Jesus, Nill. That sucked.

[It's said in the fondest tone possible. Davesprite lifts one thumb towards his chest.]

Leave irony to the experts, okay? Maybe I'll give you tips when we get out of here, pro bono. 'M giving lessons already anyway.

[He lets his hand fall again.]

So yeah, open invitation to my place, whenever. We can chill on the roof. Unless heights are bad?

<3

[reassures]

[Heh. Mission accomplished, even if it did end up making him cough. The smile is worth it, and so is the change of topic. Nill smiles.]

i dont think id be very good at irony

[She laughs, but she has to swallow another wince. Ahh... she didn't feel as good as she did when she got here. The guilt thing must have been true after all.]

id love to come over though

heights arent bad at all

i like them a lot

[crowsicle]

[He closes his eyes behind his shades.]

Me too. Maybe it's a bird thing. Though I dunno, rooftops've always been good for me and Bro.

[One more weak cough shakes him, and he continues in a croak.]

We used to live on like the thirtieth story, practically right up against the sky. Back home, I mean.

Yeah I'm just going to hoard all the tags with you, don't mind me.

[reassures]

[Nill's smile softens for a moment, and she closes her eyes as well, because that image in his head is too much for her to pass up; a scorching sun overhead, practically close enough to touch if you could just reach far enough, and a million buildings as far as the eye can see. He was right, it was so close to the sky, and Nill would kill to watch clouds go by on a building like that. It was one of the best things she'd ever seen.

She waits to see if he'll open his eyes again (she wouldn't be surprised if he fell asleep, that just seemed to happen), and if he does then she'll hold the NV up again.]

that sounds wonderful

Hahasdkf I'M SO LOVED

[crowsicle]

[He opens one eye after a moment and reads her response.]

Heh. Yeah, it was pretty legit, if you don't mind feeling like the skillet side of a strip of bacon. Totally the only way to strife.

[Though even if right now he feels like the inside of a frying pan, he's in no condition to even think about rooftop spars with Bro right now.]

We get outta Canada, maybe I'll take you back to Texas. Show you the place. Since it still exists here and all.

YES YOU ARE <3

[reassures]

[That makes her pause a little bit. Since it still existed here..? So it didn't exist in his world anymore?]

tell me about it some time?

[Not now-- she didn't know if it would be for the best, given the nature of this disease, but maybe another time. She'd like to hear about it.]