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[theboogieman]

Who: Zhas and whoever wants in on this grumpy trainwreck.
Broadcast: None probably.
Action: All day every day.
When: Forward dated to the dust moon because SOMEONE (me) can't be patient.

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[gunning for the prestigious "first asshole to get irresponsibly drunk as soon as they land" award, there's this guy. he doesn't normally do this kind of thing, but it's been a spectacularly harrowing six months or so. he landed, took one look at this tiny town, and thought, "Nope. Not going to participate."

he has since been working hard to remove himself from the responsibility of being a functioning human being. is this a good idea? of course not. but he has reasons and he has a gnawing evil in his chest, and he'd love for one of them to just shut up for a while.

so, acquaintances will be surprised to find him out in the late evening, dressed up like a normal person and not covered in face paint. his eyes still have kind of a dim orange glow to them, but genetics can't be helped. anyone, friend or stranger, is welcome to find him either:

a. in the process of getting drunk (at the bar, hunched grumpily over his glass of bourbon)
b. getting into a fight (because the other guy... something... doesn't really matter anyway)
c. wandering the town streets (uncoordinated, content, and oblivious to a bad nosebleed)

on the bright side, the ratings he'll get from this will probably pay for his bar tab.]

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oh gosh yay

[theboogieman]

[he hadn't really considered that he'd worry anyone even before he got drunk and nearly kicked out of the local saloon... so he's definitely oblivious when she finds him. he's busy walking and basking in how nice it feels to exist in a numb body; the stars above keep him clear and make him feel small, which is very reassuring.

--but hearing his name still gets his attention, and he looks over to see little Nunnally rolling towards him. he looks surprised, but waves at her with a kind of friendly curiosity.]

You're here...

[blindoptimism]

[If he wasn't bleeding she would be more bemused than concerned. But the closer he gets the more obvious it is that he was in a scuffle earlier. But the wave is sweet, and she has to fight to urge to return with an exasperated smile.]

I am. And you look a little worse for wear... [When she gets close enough to reach out she's going to try and reach for his right hand. She'd look over his face if she could reach, but she'll start with what's on her level]

Are you alright?

[theboogieman]

...Huh?

[he takes her hand, because that's what you do when people offer you things... but he doesn't quite catch what she means, or can't remember. his knuckles are a little scraped up, but some of it's old and some of it's new, and he's pointing back in the way he'd come with his other hand.]

Oh, there was a guy... M'fine.

[blindoptimism]

[Hm, satisfied that the situation isn't too bad, and he doesn't seem to need medical attention right away.. Well, she eases up a bit and smiles a little bit at his instance that he's fine]

Okay. But we should have Coil give you a check up in the morning. [her slight smile look sliiiiighly cheeky as she adds]

Although there's a chance he might scold you for it.

[theboogieman]

Bah. [he looks back up at the skyline, defiantly.] Let him try.

[and now that Nunally is closer, and he's looking towards some light, she can tell that most of the mess is kind of old. his face is not actively dripping or anything; it's just a wound he can't feel and has already forgotten about.]

[blindoptimism]

[Aha, okay that gets a short laugh under her breath. She shakes her head, these two... How was it they could be so competent in some ways, but such children in others? But it was nice... it humanized them, both of them, in a way that she valued.

And the closer examination sets her further at ease. If he gets a good night's sleep an an examination in the morning, that should be enough. So while she's pretty sure he'll shoot down the idea, she suggests--]

Shall we return to the ship? I think sleep might be best.

[theboogieman]

[she was right, he shakes his head. points up.]

M'looking at stars. Don't want to go back.

[not while he's still fuzzy and distant from everything.]

[blindoptimism]

Stars...? [She looks up at the sky, stopping for the briefest moment to actually see them. Ah... They were beautiful, weren't they? But she quickly returns her gaze to Zhas and smiles]

Alright. But may I stay with you? Until you're ready to go back?

[not that she wants to hang out with Zhas and look at stars nope nope...]

[theboogieman]

Oh... [that sounds nice. he'd started tipping his head to look up at them too, but it comes back down to look at her.] ...Sure, might be nice.

[he raises up the hand that's currently in hers, gesturing vaguely.] I was just gonna go to the end of the houses.