[There is an extremely small teenager sitting at the bar with like... 10 bottles in front of him. He takes each other, picks it up, examines the bottle, shakes it a little, before opening the cap to smell it. He coughs and recoils at the scent.]
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Oof, easy there.
[Richie will immediately fetch a glass of water and wet a clean towel, crouching at his side as he sets the glass down for now so he can pat a little at his back.]
[Extremely ill advised but yes, Richie is here. He hasn't ordered much, just a scotch on the rocks which is already half gone. His head is in his hand, elbow to the counter. He looks up when Kaworu approaches.]
You're not hoping third time's the charm, are you?
Kaworu watches with his head tilted to the side. At first, he doesn't seem to connect that this boy is Richie... until he remembers being small himself and seeing that same boy. Then he wanders, looking at each of the other kids, observing their face and their mannerisms.
When it ends, Kaworu looks over.]
These people... they're all your friends?
[He says the last word with hesitancy, like he's not sure its the right one.]
[I see your malaise and horniness of the teenage spirit and lay down impending middle age nihilism in attack mode, and activate my trap card: Adult horniness!
No jk about that last one adults are all chaste forever don't worry about it. Richie's head rises and so does one perplexed brow, scanning around for the source.
Ah.]
Hey, Kaworu. You taking it easy?
[Obviously not. Emotion is mild concern...maybe moving to moderate or high soon, we shall see.]
[We are at...the corgi car ngl i am just here for dog therapy.
Richie will be sat down and letting three of them come clamber over him while he tries to equally distribute pets. He'll wave to the kid when he sees him.]
It's a boring dream, actually. Kaworu is dreaming that he's a normal middle school student. He walks to school every day with a red headed girl, a blue-haired girl and brown-haired boy. When they get to class, Laurence and Chrono are students in their school, Shadowheart is their hot home room teacher, Anders is their dorky english teacher... other people from Heaven occupy various roles in this dream world. Richie himself might be someone famous on TV. But in this dream world, Kaworu just gets to hold hands with that other boy. That's really the point of it, entirely. A teenage dream.]
Richie watches this with a sort of morbid curiousity. Honestly it's so much more mundane than he expected? He remembers the floating...blue diamond. The kid's constant referral to humans as a separate species. Doesn't add up.
Then there's the other boy who gets the lucky privilege of holding his hand. Hm.]
Who's this guy? [Looks to him with a grin and brows popped high, a little mischievous.] Your dream boy.
[Kaworu doesn't really answer, he's pale and sweaty and just.... throwing up into a bowl that's been given to him. His right eye and arm are bandaged. He just looks at Richie eyes wide and freakish against his ashen face. How does he even begin to explain.]
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week 0, monday
What is wrong with humans?
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Damn near everything. Would you like an itemized list?
[He will take one of the rejectees, now uncapped and losing market value by the minute.]
All right if I take one off your hands?
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[He gives the man a once over.]
Are you sad and going to use that to damage your brain until you don't forget?
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week 0 (1?) sunday, post execution
There's like half a brightly colored drink left on the bar.]
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Oof, easy there.
[Richie will immediately fetch a glass of water and wet a clean towel, crouching at his side as he sets the glass down for now so he can pat a little at his back.]
Bad drink?
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Terrible.
[He flinches at the back pats but straightens a little after he settles and coughs.]
I don't understand it.
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week 1, saturday
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You're not hoping third time's the charm, are you?
[How many times has he been testing this out]
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[Or maybe to find a friend. Maybe he should have put the other piano in the bar. Little murder game Billy Joel.]
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W3 WEDNESDAY (CW: descriptions of child murder, dismemberment)
Watching some uncomfortable discussions that's what.]
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Kaworu watches with his head tilted to the side. At first, he doesn't seem to connect that this boy is Richie... until he remembers being small himself and seeing that same boy. Then he wanders, looking at each of the other kids, observing their face and their mannerisms.
When it ends, Kaworu looks over.]
These people... they're all your friends?
[He says the last word with hesitancy, like he's not sure its the right one.]
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Week 4, Monday
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No jk about that last one adults are all chaste forever don't worry about it. Richie's head rises and so does one perplexed brow, scanning around for the source.
Ah.]
Hey, Kaworu. You taking it easy?
[Obviously not. Emotion is mild concern...maybe moving to moderate or high soon, we shall see.]
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W5 MONDAY
Richie will be sat down and letting three of them come clamber over him while he tries to equally distribute pets. He'll wave to the kid when he sees him.]
Hey! Come sit a minute.
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Comes over. He looks like he's been crying, red face puffy eyes.]
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W5 Saturday
Catches him in the lounge. Richie's too wired to go up to sleep yet.]
All three of them. Jesus god.
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Three. How did he manage to do so many.
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Week 6, Monday
It's a boring dream, actually. Kaworu is dreaming that he's a normal middle school student. He walks to school every day with a red headed girl, a blue-haired girl and brown-haired boy. When they get to class, Laurence and Chrono are students in their school, Shadowheart is their hot home room teacher, Anders is their dorky english teacher... other people from Heaven occupy various roles in this dream world. Richie himself might be someone famous on TV. But in this dream world, Kaworu just gets to hold hands with that other boy. That's really the point of it, entirely. A teenage dream.]
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Richie watches this with a sort of morbid curiousity. Honestly it's so much more mundane than he expected? He remembers the floating...blue diamond. The kid's constant referral to humans as a separate species. Doesn't add up.
Then there's the other boy who gets the lucky privilege of holding his hand. Hm.]
Who's this guy? [Looks to him with a grin and brows popped high, a little mischievous.] Your dream boy.
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W6 THURSDAY
They are injured in the same space somewhere. Treated, I hope. Richie is still huddled in a thick blanket, coming back up to room temperature.]
...What happened to you?
[This kid...?]
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How does he even begin to explain.]
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W7 MONDAY
Would you look at that, they weren't full of shit after all.
[Fond. Fond feelings! Also affection week is back, slings an arm over his shoulder.]
How you feelin' now, kid? Little better?
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[His wounds are mostly healed! Just a few bandages on his arms and one beneath his eye. Everything else is scars now.
He presses himself into Richie's side, fond feelings all the way down.]
I'm glad we can spend time with everyone again.
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W7 SATURDAY
Con-grat-u-lations. You've officially been redeemed in the eyes of the lord.
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