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. ]
...I'm fine, Veritas. I'm not the one that just died. [ he moves an arm around him and tugs him flush against himself, so he can be used as an actual pillow. ] Are you sure your head is feeling alright? I can try to find some aspirin if you think it would help.
I'll be fine. [ Which means he currently isn't fine, but Aventurine is comfy to lean against and soothes at least his general malaise. ] I would rather you not leave. Your presence is more soothing than any pain medication would be.
...not that I would trust medication picked up off the ground in this filthy place.
Heh. [ he can't help but to snort. ] It might still be good... you never know. [ but he'll stick around, especially if his presence seems to be helping. he's not sure whether he's being sarcastic or not, but he's going to choose to believe that, no, he's not. ] ...want to share all your findings? Or do you want to talk about something else?
[ He's not capable of sarcasm right now, unfortunately for him. But Aventurine can believe what he wants to believe!! ] You may be the type of person to eat floor aspirin, but I'm not.
[ He pauses. His findings, right... those. ]
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I would like to lay my head in your lap, and then surely my thoughts will be clear enough to discuss my findings.
I had no idea the good doctor would suffer because he's too stubborn to eat floor aspirin.
But, sure, that's fine. Come here. Lay down. [ he spreads his legs and tries to guide ratio in between them. he leans back, lounging - his fingers threading through his hair once he's in place. ] Do you think it was worth it?
[ He lays his head down, closing his eyes and enjoying the sensation of Aventurine's hands petting through his hair. ] I suffer with purpose.
...it was worth it. If I'm to fully research what death is like in this realm, I needed to experience it. The data is invaluable. This unpleasant feeling surely won't last long enough to affect me beyond a night.
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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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...not that I would trust medication picked up off the ground in this filthy place.
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[ He pauses. His findings, right... those. ]
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I would like to lay my head in your lap, and then surely my thoughts will be clear enough to discuss my findings.
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But, sure, that's fine. Come here. Lay down. [ he spreads his legs and tries to guide ratio in between them. he leans back, lounging - his fingers threading through his hair once he's in place. ] Do you think it was worth it?
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...it was worth it. If I'm to fully research what death is like in this realm, I needed to experience it. The data is invaluable. This unpleasant feeling surely won't last long enough to affect me beyond a night.
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