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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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[survivaltricks]

[a little strained, a little insistent, and almost pleading]

I'm fine.

[please he needs to focus on literally anyone but himself right now]

There isn't anything you can do for me except point me in the direction of someone who wouldn't mind a helping hand from me.

[voreaciously]

Arrogant.

[she moves to shove him, none too gently, but without any of her android strength behind it.]

[survivaltricks]

[stumbles back a few steps, clearly surprised and taken off guard by the above. he is cold to the touch]

Wh—?

pls forgive me

[voreaciously]

You wish to help others? How arrogant of you. You are not well. If you want to be of any use to anyone else, see to yourself first, or all you will do is compound their suffering as they worry for you.

Is that what you what?

I'M SO GLAD AKIRA DESERVES THIS

[survivaltricks]

[a little]

[speechless]

I--

[no. it obviously isn't what he wants. but what can she do for him]

[another pause, and he steels his expression, chin lifted]

Nothing can be done about my condition right now. And it doesn't prevent me from at least. . . trying.

I'M SO GLAD TO PROVIDE THEN

[voreaciously]

You are a Clover, yes? As I understand it, that means your heart is on the outside. I can put it back.

PLZ WHIP THIS AMNESIC BOY INTO SHAPE, also 1/2

[survivaltricks]

[and his response is almost immediate]

You can?

[survivaltricks]

[-- until he realizes that he. . . barely knows her, and that allowing a stranger to basically cut him open and shove his mechanical heart back underneath his ribs is]

[kind of]

[terrifying]

[he grips the fabric of the kigrumi over his heart, expression hardening]

Are you 80H?

[but at least he got her name from Dusk]

[voreaciously]

That is correct.

[What a stare to see on his face of all people.]

[survivaltricks]

[it's hard being a fresh amnesic who is still not sure how much trust he can give to people]

Dusk mentioned you.

[and now he's torn between obviously wanting the help Dusk said she could give (he can't live like this forever, he can't, he can't) and still being skittish]

But. . . even if you can help us, you can't-- you can't just do that right here, right now. Right?

[voreaciously]

I would imagine so.

Not in this exact moment, but I will not need long to prep, either

[survivaltricks]

[quiet for a long, long moment, turning his thoughts over in his brain]

[and then he speaks]

Then let's make a deal.

Give me some time to check on everyone else.

[some time to focus his attention on something that (he perceives) is productive]

And tomorrow morning, I'll let you do whatever it is you need to do to. . . fix my little problem.

[voreaciously]

First thing in the morning, and I do mean the morning. You will be asleep for the procedure, so there is no need to wait longer than necessary.

[survivaltricks]

[god he feels so tense just talking about this]

Okay.

[breathe, Spark. breathe]

First thing in the morning.

Is there anything you want from me in payment?

[because he doesn't assume people do nice things for him for free]

[voreaciously]

[shows up at 00:00]

Your name, for a start.

[survivaltricks]

[the age old question of, does midnight count as "tomorrow"]

[also stares into the distance for a moment before answering with a straight face]

Twilight Pink Sparkleshy.

. . . Spark for short.

[voreaciously]

[if she thinks this is odd, she does not stop at all.

She does make a noise, not quite disapproving, nearly...wistful, but it is very quiet.

As expected.]

Spark-han, then. The full name for special occasions. Did you have any questions for me?

[survivaltricks]

[nothing less from Kurusu Akira]

I— no. Not that I can think of off the top of my head.

[he thinks he already understands what this place is like. and after a moment's hesitation]

Thanks, though.

[voreaciously]

Nothing about the procedure?

[survivaltricks]

Nnnnnope.

[POPS THAT P FOR EMPHASIS]

I'm good with not knowing exactly what you're going to do while I'm lying asleep and vivisected on an operation table.

[voreaciously]

As you like then, Twilight Pink Sparkleshy-han.

[she delivers that with far more grace and dignity than it should possibly have.]

[survivaltricks]

[it occurs to him he should not be rude to his surgeon]

[BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY—]

Wow.

That really rolls off the tongue, doesn’t it.

[voreaciously]

Quite so.

[...she wants to ask, but she cannot bring herself to say the name aloud]

You chose it well.

[survivaltricks]

"Well?"

[just. huffs a little bit, and for the first time, he allows a small flicker of amusement to cut through his shock from the trial]

Guess if I wanted to be memorable I managed to achieve that in droves.

[voreaciously]

I do not think anyone could forget you even if they tried.