DEBBIE DOWNER STRIKES AGAIN: a video

[broroona]

Who: bawhona Baroona
Broadcast: video
Action: SS Marsiva hospitality deck
When: idk 10/9 late at night, whenever that is

[The camera's set at an upward angle, as if placed on the floor. It shows a sliver of one of the hospitality deck windows and a man leaning against it, smoking. His clothing choices are... strange; a bright orange ski hat, a pair of pink and black gloves that might seem familiar-it seems more like a collection than an outfit. When he moves exhaustion slows him and though expressionless, there's a cloud of sadness that lingers around him.

Basically, he's being a moody spaceshit at some ungodly hour. Hi.]

You know-[He taps his knuckles against the windows, knocking some ash from his cigarette in the process.]-I used to watch the sky back home. Sounds dumb but there was something comforting about it.

[Sighing out a cloud of smoke, he stands up straight, slipping the cigarette between his lips again. His tone shifts from wistful to dry.] This view sucks. They're not stars anymore like this. Just places that are too far away.

[With another sigh, he frowns briefly, turning and pressing his back against the view, scrubbing at his hair. Looking way too done with all of this.]

I'm tired. Talking too much. [He kicks the comm, turning the camera so that it's looking straight out the window. A full view of the stars.] If you're awake, humor me. Which do you think is your home?

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[broroona]

[With a groan, Baroona falls back on his hands, stretching his legs out in front of him and watching his feet tap against each other.] I can't.

[Shifting again, he pulls his legs to his chest, hugging them tight.] I haven't been able to sleep in days. I think it's the lights.

[Resting his head on his knees, he turns to Zelos.] What about you?

[luxuriant]

Hmm, off and on. But at least I've gotten a few hours here or there.

[Hmm. He focuses on Baroona, inspecting him curiously. After learning the sort of stuff he's been through, it's not hard to see that he's not really showing how tired he is. Not the way he'd think.]

Why don't you try right now?

[broroona]

[In all honesty, the lights were only the start of the problem. Baroona's fingers linger at his side, still reaching for knives that aren't there.]

It's just as bright here. It won't help.

[luxuriant]

[He's noticed the lack of knives since they first met. The lack of a pack at his side, really. And that spoke to Zelos enough. He remembers when he was flying them away from the monsters in that weird city, and yet Baroona had yelled and struggled to go back for his weapon.

It meant a lot.

He won't say anything for now.]

Bright? Then wear something over your eyes! That's a piece of cake!

[broroona]

Like what? [He looks to Zelos with the faint quirk of a frown, pulling his legs close to his body.] I don't have anything long enough to tie.

[luxuriant]

No? Then how abouuuut...

[He leans over from his position, reaching around Baroona from behind in what almost might seem like a hug-- until his hands cover his eyes gently.]

This!

[broroona]

What-?! Zelos! [He startles easily, pulling upwards before his own blindness settles him back down. Against Zelos' chest. He sags a bit, sinking lower, head resting on his stomach before long, getting comfortable despite himself. It's not so bad if he relaxes and he trusts Zelos enough to feel safe. To feel like nothing would come close to him. In the end, that's what it came down to-he didn't feel safe here.]

... There's no way you can hold your hands like that the whole time I'm asleep.

[luxuriant]

[Ah... The shift in their positions doesn't bug him, but it does throw him off guard. Still, his hands stay in place and he finds himself looking down at Baroona, legs stretching out further to a more comfortable position.

After their first meeting and all the emotions that came up there, it was hard to fight them back here. But thinking of the memories of their time together-- the darker ones, specifically-- helped keep him in check.

He's just not going to think about this any further than it being natural.]

You wanna bet? Do I get something if I manage to do it?

[broroona]

[Chuckling, Baroona offers:] A kiss.

[Still chuckling, he pats at Zelos' thigh, tiredness already pulling at him.] I'm kidding. I'll think of something good later. Just keep holding it, alright?

[His voice already sounds weary and sleep is already threatening to settle in. Part of him can't believe it. This is way too easy a solution to work.]

[luxuriant]

[At the suggestion, he holds his breath without thinking. It's only at the pat at his thigh and the assurance that it was a joke that he exhales again, forming the air into a weak laugh that bubbles into something more prominent. To cover up, of course.]

What's better than that? You're such a tease, Baroonaaa!

[He laughs as if it's insincere, shifting closer to him from behind as he looks down to try and peak at his face. It's hard from this angle.]

I'll do my best, no problem!

[broroona]

[Baroona smiles thinly at the joking, nestling his head against the crook of Zelos' arm.]

If it's what you really want then I guess I can't stop you.

[His words are slurring; he's fading off.] I'll think of something else too. Tomorrow...

[luxuriant]

[That's really cute... He really must be tired, huh? Falling asleep on him like this. He keeps his eyes covered, adjusting when he nestles into place.]

...Yeah, just get some sleep. Night, Baroona.