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[halians]

somewhere taair is feeling very stressed and he has no idea why

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[peripheries]

You're just looking for something to do.

[It's not even accusatory in tone. It's said as though commenting on the color of a wall.

He hasn't cried. He doesn't know why. He feels like his heart has been torn out, leaving nothing but an aching, gaping hole inside of his body. It hurts to even breathe. Every minute ticking away without Anders feels more and more unbearable.

But the tears don't come.]

[halians]

No. I told you. If he's not around, I'd help.

[ said at first - voice still rough, the sheer opposite of kaworu. he shakes his head. ]

... And you need to eat, so you can have your strength for tomorrow - to do what he would do. [ get justice. ]

[peripheries]

I agreed because I didn't want to believe it could be true.

[He lifts his chin a little to look at Strohl directly in the eyes. His pupils are red, unnatural and eerie.]

I am prepared to do what needs to be done.

[Not necessarily justice.]

[halians]

[ thankfully this doesn't bother him much his eyes turn orange all the time ]

Good. [ that rough, sandpaper-scratched tone remains. ] That makes two of us.

[peripheries]

Good.

[He just... stands there. He doesn't know what else to say. Or what to do. He should let Strohl keep his promise but it feels like he can't remember how to even exist, let alone eat.]

[halians]

[ after a moment, he sighs - exhausted, world weary. ]

Let me in. [ inside to the lounge. if they have a kitchen, that is. ]

[peripheries]

[At first it seems like he might not do anything... but without expression, he opens the door and lets him in. ]

[halians]

[ with a little nod, he'll make his way over to their kitchen, rudely poking around for ingredients to make -- something. nothing fancy. like a grilled cheese, or something easy to eat.

he pulls out a potato from their pantry, and sets it down on a cutting board. grabs a knife. pushes it across the table to wherever kaworu is. ]

Here. Cut this. Long lines. Don't think about it, just move the knife.

cw: self harm mention

[peripheries]

[He does it. Why not? He has nothing else to do. He thinks about how he could just stick the knife into himself. Just to see what happens. But certainly the rules probably wouldn't allow it. At most it would cause their hosts some trouble.

He just cuts until there's no more more to cut.]

[halians]

[ thank you for not doing that he would've gotten tackled across the fucking counter

at any rate. he just puts another potato in front of him. monotonous, easy - stupid little tasks, like making a stupid little sandwich and some french fries, like trying to pretend the entire world hasn't fallen apart around your ears. sometimes in the face of such devastating loss, that's all you can do. ]

[peripheries]

[What? Strohl didn't want more excitement???

He keeps cutting. Cutting and cutting and cutting. His hands start trembling. Suddenly there's blood on the cutting board and he wonders if he's slipped and cut himself but...

No there's just blood dripping from his nose. He catches some in his palm and stares at it. How much blood will there be tomorrow...?]

[halians]

[ NO THANK YOU!!!!!! picks up this fucking waterbottle under my arm

it takes strohl a second too - he looks up to say something, to collect the first set of potato cuttings from kaworu when he sees the blood. it startles him, all sorts of at odds on edge, and he makes a sharp, surprised noise. ]

Kaworu -- [ and before he's even realizing, he grabs a paper towel and immediately gets into his space, nudging the cutting board away and putting it up to his nose. there's concern in the way he says his name, the immediate surge of worry and care in his soft-- ] Hey, hey. Take it easy.