[ he lays him down carefully. ] Or I'll never forgive you. [ he shrugs off his jacket and throws it overtop him, setting his hat on his face to cover it. he reclaims the bullets he set on the counter, loading them back into his gun. ]
[ he drinks both of their drinks and then heads for the door, ] ...see you soon. [ time to go to the morgue. ]
[ it's rude to kiss and die, doctor, don't do that again... ]
[ ratio will hear him opening each locker and pulling out the stretchers if he notices a body bag. he eventually finds him and unzips the bag. ] I hate you. [ he says right before he kisses him. ]
[ he's tempted to squeeze the water bottle and spray it straight into his face for that, but he doesn't... instead taking a step back to fold his arms and lean against another stretcher. ] A result of your revival?
Apparently. [ He drains the rest of the water bottle anyway. ] ...Do I appear the same as I did before I died? I feel the same, but feelings aren't a very objective judgement.
It could be worse. [ he looks him over. ] It's hard to tell. [ his lips quirk. ] If you'd like me to give you a complete examination you'll have to undress, doctor. [ you look fine, ratio. ]
[ he does reach for his head, fingers brushing where he had the gun barrel. ]
There would be no point to that, considering where I shot myself. The rest of me should remain unaffected.
[ He leans ever so slightly into Aventurine's touch. As much as he'd like to pretend otherwise, dying did affect him. ] ...is there a trace of injury left?
We don't know that... because you lost your sense of taste as a result of shooting yourself. [ he scrunches his face, but it relaxes and his expression even softens afterward. ] No... [ threads his fingers through his hair. ] It looks fine. [ then he moves his hand further back, grabbing a handful of his hair and yanking him in for a kiss. ] Don't ever do that again. [ hissed against his lips. ]
Taste is a sense. It's affected by the brain. It could very well have been a direct result of-
[ His deductions are cut off as Aventurine threads fingers through his hair and, for once, robs him of words. The kiss has him almost regret his actions, but... it was for research. He had to see. ]
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I told you of my plan. You knew what I was asking for.
I knew… but, like I said then, that doesn’t mean I had to like it. Heed my warning. [ and don’t do it again…! he says hours before killing almost all of acedia. ]
I… [ he missed you, but, not only that, he felt truly alone again, … ] I didn’t like seeing you like that.
A bit too late for that, doc. [ gives him a smile. ] I'm afraid I drank your drink back at the bar, ...would you like to go get another one? [ after this he feels like he needs one. ]
I doubt they'll mind if I'm gone tonight. [ He holds Aventurine's hand, but he's firm about it. He might have died but he doesn't need your comfort, okay? ] ...I would rather return to the Church, anyway. I need to... [ He pauses, like he's uncharacteristically at a loss for words before he shakes his head like he's trying to clear it. ] ...go over my findings.
[ this is as much for him as it is for you, ratio, so shhhh! ] ...alright. [ said under his breath as he takes his time leading them back. once they're inside he goes to grab a couple of pillows and blankets, spreading them out of the floor to make a 'bed'. ] Want a pad, some paper, ..?
That would be useful. These phones are ancient. [ He sits down on the blankets, making an attempt to get comfortable. ] Perhaps I should have returned to Greed, if this is what you consider a bed.
[ ouch. ] I can sleep on anything... [ he looks aside. ] If you can't make this work and you'd rather go back to Greed, then I'm not going to stop you. [ he throws a pillow at him and gets up. ]
[ He catches the pillow before it hits him in the face, holding it against his chest. He's silent for a moment, like he's contemplative on his words and what he means by them. Everything is still a little foggy, but he does feel worse when Aventurine isn't beside him. ] Accommodations aside, I would prefer your company. Do sit back down.
[ he contemplates ignoring him, but then he adds 'please'. he freezes on the spot, turning only a moment later to stare him down. ] If you want something better, then you can help me fix this place up. I had a room in Gluttony before they got another member, and that's likely going to happen to you too. [ he returns to his side, taking a seat. ]
I'll help you fix it up after I'm feeling more like myself. [ He can't make himself very comfortable on what they have, but at least Aventurine is there and makes a decent pillow. ]
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[ he drinks both of their drinks and then heads for the door, ] ...see you soon. [ time to go to the morgue. ]
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[ He's mentally going over his findings, calmly laying in his body bag as he waits for Aventurine to pull him out. ]
[ ...he does have faith, at least, that Aventurine will find him in here. ]
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don't do that again... ]
[ ratio will hear him opening each locker and pulling out the stretchers if he notices a body bag. he eventually finds him and unzips the bag. ] I hate you. [ he says right before he kisses him. ]
How do you feel? [ offers him a water bottle. ]
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Objectively untrue. [ He replies with a hint of a smirk after the kiss, accepting the water bottle and sitting up, looking thoughtful. ]
...uncertain. I appear to have lost my sense of taste.
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[ he does reach for his head, fingers brushing where he had the gun barrel. ]
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[ He leans ever so slightly into Aventurine's touch. As much as he'd like to pretend otherwise, dying did affect him. ] ...is there a trace of injury left?
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[ His deductions are cut off as Aventurine threads fingers through his hair and, for once, robs him of words. The kiss has him almost regret his actions, but... it was for research. He had to see. ]
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I told you of my plan. You knew what I was asking for.
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I… [ he missed you, but, not only that, he felt truly alone again, … ] I didn’t like seeing you like that.
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...so there's no need for you to worry about me.
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I could use one, yes. How long have you been waiting for me to revive?
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Please.
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[ he contemplates ignoring him, but then he adds 'please'. he freezes on the spot, turning only a moment later to stare him down. ] If you want something better, then you can help me fix this place up. I had a room in Gluttony before they got another member, and that's likely going to happen to you too. [ he returns to his side, taking a seat. ]
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I'll help you fix it up after I'm feeling more like myself. [ He can't make himself very comfortable on what they have, but at least Aventurine is there and makes a decent pillow. ]
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