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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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[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 - ]

3/3

[bluediligence]

[ - because she immediately punches him right in the mouth with her clockwork fist, with every ounce of desperate, panicked strength she can muster. ]

1/3

[schrodingerscockroach]

[Luckily Faito is a very strong teenager girl and used to trying to hit Dusk]

[And luckily Dusk has been fighting to keep control so as soon as the fist connects, the pain hits, it drags him back into control because he must be in control, you are being hurt, you must control-]

[There is blood and flesh and the girl, the girl who he knows-]

2/3

[schrodingerscockroach]

[He drops her]

3/3

[schrodingerscockroach]

[There is blood in his mouth, flesh, he wants to swallow, he wants to eat-]

[He stumbles back and he forces himself to spit it out, gagging and shaking, trying to get himself to throw up, to not swallow, DO NOT SWALLOW]

[bluediligence]

[ She lands hard, lands wrong, too winded to cry out. The new pain is fresh and burning hot; blood runs thick down her arm. It hurts. Fuck, it hurts, and between the shock and the fever it’s hard to think beyond instinct. ]

[ So she lashes out with her legs, kicking blind and hard as she scrambles to get some distance. ]

[schrodingerscockroach]

[He's not on stable footing so when he feels the kick in his side, he pinches over, hitting the ground with a grunt.]

[He looks back, sees the fear and-]

[No]

[Nononononononononononononononononononononono]

[He scrambles back to his feet and he just RUNS.]

[bluediligence]

[ B...YE ]

[ She stares after him, heart pounding in her throat (in the raw, open wound torn into her arm). It chokes her. She can't call out after him, can't chase him down - can't ... ]

[ The tears, when they come, burn hotter than the fever. ]