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[hot_mess_express]

Who: Heroes
When: Day 36 night
Where: Back outside the train

[Well. You’re all in some kind of. State. A rather chagrined voice mutters on the wind;]

That isn’t quite how I envisioned it going…

[At any rate! There are new stars in the sky in ginger goldenrod, thyme apple and senna terracotta.

Well how are you all doing?]

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[schrodingerscockroach]

If only.

[Well]

[At least it's just your limbs.]

[He's. He's got a clockwork heart.]

[bluediligence]

[ Yeaaaah. Yeah. It still hurt like fuck, and there’s tears as well as fever-sweat dripping down her cheeks, but. She’s alive. This is fine. It could have been a whole lot worse. ]

[ Waggles her (human) fist clumsily at the sky. ]

Where’s a will, where’s a way! There. Where there. [ Ugh. Flops her hand down towards him. ]

[schrodingerscockroach]

....maybe you should just sleep for a while.

Are you...hungry at all? [Asking for a friend.]

[bluediligence]

No? Nnnno.

[ Squints at him, her hand landing vaguely ... somewhere ... on his person. ]

Do ... do you need a sandwich?

[schrodingerscockroach]

.....yes, but....

People.

And you need sleep, I think. Come on, we should get you to Ginger.

[Going to pick her up.]

[Ignore how cold he is.]

[bluediligence]

People, what? Sandwich people? Food trucks?

[ Do we have a food truck?? ]

[ Cold is fine, she’s like a miniature furnace. A miniature furnace who makes a small pained sound even as she clings onto him. ]

Wah, Dusk is so cool ... [ Cool as ice. ]

[schrodingerscockroach]

[....god, she is warm. This feels so nice, maybe he can just never put her down again.]

Yeah. It's a thing.

We'll get people home and I'll get a sandwich.

[bluediligence]

[ He is so, so cool, soothing against the burn of the fever. If he wants to carry her for the rest of forever, she absolutely would not mind. ]

Two sandwiches. Three sandwiches? Then you can help me fight the wind.

[ Presses her gross, clammy face against his shoulder. ]

Faito, Faito.

[schrodingerscockroach]

[He breaths in sharply because she smells more....MORE than Morning.]

[No, he's fine, this is fine.]

Sure. Lots of sandwiches and maybe soup.

[bluediligence]

[ Soup sounds awfully warm ... grimaces, shaking her head. ]

Not soup. Ice cream.

[schrodingerscockroach]

We'll see what works.

Do you know what you need to do, to fix your limbs?

[bluediligence]

[ There’s a little huff of displeasure at the reminder of, oh, yeah, her limbs are currently clockwork replacements. ]

Dunno ...

[ It’s too much to think about right now. ]

[schrodingerscockroach]

Faito.

I know how to fix mine, are you sure you don't know?

[bluediligence]

[ You’re asking her to think?? ]

[ Hrghhhh ... ]

... Couple of days? I think. Yeah, couple of days ... find someone to fix it ...

[schrodingerscockroach]

Do you know how they're supposed to?

[bluediligence]

Nnnnope.

[ Magic, she guesses? Who knows! She sure doesn’t. ]

[ All she really knows and cares about right now is that she hurts, she’s too hot, and that he’s the blessedly frigid. She presses her forehead against his collarbone, sighing. ]

[schrodingerscockroach]

[He breathes in sharply again. U G H]

[Just get her to Ginger.]

Maybe you'll know better later....

[bluediligence]

[ Reaches up ... ]

[ Pats vaguely, and very, very clumsily, at his face. ]

Don’ worry, Dusk. S’all gonna be fine.

[schrodingerscockroach]

[Staring at her hand.]

[So close, so close-]

[He's starting to shake.]

It's. Fine. All fine. [Tight and squeaky.]

[bluediligence]

Gonna be. [ Even sick and feverish, she knows that’s an important distinction to make. ]

[ ... Is he shaking? Pats his cheek again. ]

Dusk...?

[schrodingerscockroach]

I-

Ah-

[He just kind of makes aborted sounds, staring at her arm. She's so warm and close and smells so good.]

[bluediligence]

[ Cracks her eyes open, peering blearily up at him. She’s sure she can feel him shake now, and the little noises he’s making, like he’s trying to speak but ... can’t? ]

[ Her other hand, the one now made of gears and clockwork, curls into his shirt over his shoulder. ]

Dusk. S’okay. All gonna be okay. Don’t worry, ‘kay?

[schrodingerscockroach]

[Maybe]

[Maybe if Crow hadn't drawn blood before, he'd have managed. Maybe if Faito hadn't been so warm, he would have been fine.]

[But in the end, he wasn't fine and her arm is too close and he jerks forward before he can stop himself, biting into her forearm.]

1/3

[bluediligence]

[ ? ]





[ ??!?!!!!!! ]

2/3

[bluediligence]

[ that ]

[ that hurts, blunt teeth digging into her, drawing blood - she howls, wrenching her arm back ]

[ and that hurts even more, leaves her bleeding even more, even if she doesn’t succeed in yanking it free of him, but that’s okay - ]