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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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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.

[survivaltricks]

[hm. . .?]

You think I'm that memorable already?

Is it the kigurumi?

[voreaciously]

It does suit you.

[is that a yes or a no? hm. mysteries.]

[survivaltricks]

[. . . is that a yes or a no. . .]

[TILTS HIS HEAD AT HER. . . not suspicious, but definitely. curious]

You said that once already.

Way back when we first met. Before you really knew me.

[voreaciously]

...I am not certain I take your meaning.

[does he...remember?]