[ He's really out of by this point with everything said and done. But his fingers seek out the edge of Sholmes's outfit. Not to pull him back or anything, but just to hold on.
Maybe to make sure he doesn't leave...? But otherwise, his breathing is getting more shallow, relaxing this fully for the first time in days. ]
[Things are different now. The feelings of a curse no longer hang over them. He doesn't feel for this man the same way he did two says ago, when they did exactly this.]
[But somehow, this is...the same. In its own way. The same kind of strange comfort that was there before.]
[What a mystery.]
[Sholmes goes to sleep easily, lightly. As if nothing matters.]
[Two dads spooning? Extremely scandalous and NSFW, wow.]
[But eventually he stirs to wakefulness. Right. Right...yes. They needed to meet Rin. No oversleeping, here. He's turning to tap Kotetsu lightly on the shoulder.]
But at that tapping, he starts to come to, groggy. It takes him a few times of blinking to actually start putting two and two together what Sholmes just said. ]
Right, right... Rin.
[ He's pushing up a bit. Yep, still sore. Finley is starting to stir at his feet, but doesn't look like she wants to get up, either. ]
[ He's in a proper sitting position on the bed, rubbing his face a little. ]
I should probably grab my stuff so I can--
[ And then he pauses, remembering something before jolting up faster than he should and reeling a little. The wave of pain mixed with the grogginess making him stumble. ]
[ There's a hint of relief when he is handed the jacket instead of Sholmes looking in it. Hm.
But he digs into one of the pockets and extracts a note, handing it over to him. The are written in loopy script "of a learned scholar," contents read:
"These windows between our worlds, opened with greedy hands, have so foolishly been left open - and so we are all punished for that hubris, as the spectres take all that we are." ]
Mr. Turner, that wizard, stated that his kind could open portals. Nothing as major as this, perhaps, but if that does exist, then perhaps it's a similar principle.
Mm. Our masked benefactors are the ones who can ward them off...but given that execution last week, there are circumstances where they can be cut off. One perhaps has to understand that if it is an ability that was given to them, whether we can make use of it when and wherever we can.
[ He runs his hand through his hair, a little frustrated. ]
And I'm sure if we even asked them about some of this, they'd just tell us their hands are tied. Or, worse, they'll turn to dust if they try to help. It makes you wonder what the person at the top even has in mind turning this all into some kind of competition.
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Maybe to make sure he doesn't leave...? But otherwise, his breathing is getting more shallow, relaxing this fully for the first time in days. ]
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[But somehow, this is...the same. In its own way. The same kind of strange comfort that was there before.]
[What a mystery.]
[Sholmes goes to sleep easily, lightly. As if nothing matters.]
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Now wouldn't it be funny if they woke up spooning? ]
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[But eventually he stirs to wakefulness. Right. Right...yes. They needed to meet Rin. No oversleeping, here. He's turning to tap Kotetsu lightly on the shoulder.]
We need to get up. Come now.
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But at that tapping, he starts to come to, groggy. It takes him a few times of blinking to actually start putting two and two together what Sholmes just said. ]
Right, right... Rin.
[ He's pushing up a bit. Yep, still sore. Finley is starting to stir at his feet, but doesn't look like she wants to get up, either. ]
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Do you need a moment? You're still in pain...
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[ He's in a proper sitting position on the bed, rubbing his face a little. ]
I should probably grab my stuff so I can--
[ And then he pauses, remembering something before jolting up faster than he should and reeling a little. The wave of pain mixed with the grogginess making him stumble. ]
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[He's actually coming over instantly to put a hand on the other's shoulder, trying to stabilize him.]
What's wrong? There's no rush.
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[ He shakes his head, trying to shake that slight dizziness off. ]
I can't believe I forgot about it.
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[Hm? He's tilting his head.]
What is it?
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[ See? Important things, sir. ]
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[ He's starting to stumble toward the bathroom to get it. ]
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[Yeah, he's leaving him behind to go grab his sugar-covered vest to take back to him.]
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But he digs into one of the pockets and extracts a note, handing it over to him. The are written in loopy script "of a learned scholar," contents read:
"These windows between our worlds, opened with greedy hands, have so foolishly been left open - and so we are all punished for that hubris, as the spectres take all that we are." ]
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[How very, very interesting.]
So these spectres are punishments for..."windows" left open? Likely whatever let us inside.
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[ But they're here... so. ]
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[ He trails off, not wanting to finish that thought. ]
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[He'll finish it.]
Could happen again, yes.
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How are we even supposed to fight against something like that?
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And I'm sure if we even asked them about some of this, they'd just tell us their hands are tied. Or, worse, they'll turn to dust if they try to help. It makes you wonder what the person at the top even has in mind turning this all into some kind of competition.
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