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18 / Male / Bi / FourThree of Clubs
18 / Male / Bi / Four
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When Wriothesley smiles at Scott though, there's something off about it. Like it wasn't as bright as it usually was.] What took you so long, slowpoke?
[Getting closer to Wriothesley, the lingering scent of cigarette smoke was more obvious. It wasn't that he didn't smoke every so often, but the scent lingered more heavily.]
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It's fully obvious now that there's something off with him.
All of that earlier bratty attitude dissipates, replaced by a concern that the teen doesn't even bother to hide. Wriothesley has been there for him many times now and while he often rolls his eyes because of his antics, there's no ignoring the fact that Scott really cares about him.]
Wriothesley. What's wrong?
[His nose twitches smelling the cigarette smoke off him, but Scott otherwise doesn't comment about it.]
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Hmm? What makes you think something is wrong? Aren't arcades supposed to be fun?
[He rests one hand on his hip with an eyebrow raised.]
I'm here to have a little fun just like anyone else.
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Yeah, he's really not thinking too much about playing a game right now, despite the sounds of the arcade beeping around them.]
You're here to distract yourself from something, aren't you? ...What happened?
[He's always been just a little more preceptive, even back home and despite his attitude. Aware of how the other mutants felt cooped up, how they just wanted to feel normal, and that observational trait has only grown since coming here.]
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Still, he would have liked to fall into a delusion for just a short while before having to go back to his empty suite.
His smile stays, but it no longer tries to be a smile. It's something bittersweet.] I thought those glasses of yours was supposed to make it harder to see. [He's teasing.]
I just don't want to go back to an empty suite right now. [Bastard is still being vague, of course.]
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Kizuna is gone.
He's lucky that he managed to talk to Kizuna and know about their relationship before all this, and Scott doesn't hide how he frowns, something concerned tugging down at him.]
...Kizuna isn't there anymore. The guy you love.
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Kizuna is gone.]
You make it sound like he died. [And maybe it might as well be just that. Honestly, maybe he would have preferred it that way. Death doesn't have finality here, given that some guests were spirits and it sounds like it is far from permanent, but it might have been better if Kizuna had died because Kizuna being a statue brings an assortment of uncertainty. Uncertainty breeds discourse in his already aching heart.
Love is a word he has never fully grasped properly because his life had been devoid of it for so long. He knew the word in definition and theory and had even learned certain layers of it. Heartbreak for someone whom he had wanted to entwine his fate with was...
It's messy in his mind.] So we're not playing at the arcade? [He's deflecting, but it's obvious that it's clumsy now.]
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Stepping forward, he reaches for his hand, before intwining it with his own. Some offer of comfort right now.
He hasn't lost someone like that-- not in the way that Kizuna meant to him.]
Later. [They can play at the arcade. Maybe it would be a nice distraction, but he doesn't want to let Wriothesley go that easily.] ...You're not alone, remember that, okay?
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Then it had all changed. At some point, he had found that leaving became less a priority. Perhaps an eventuality, but he had wanted to at least see his relationship with Kizuna through. Properly.
So now what?
He laughs a little, as unconvincing of a sound that it is.] I never said anything like that. There are people here. [But he doesn't say out loud the amount of people who have gone too. He's already burdening Scott for being in such a sorry state.] I invited you out, didn't I?
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[It is a little funny to have such a serious conversation like this in front of the arcade, where they both can hear the sounds of the games. Fighting games, shooting games-- sometimes a pop song playing loudly from a nearby rhythm game, but Scott tunes all of that out. He's still worried and focused on the older man next to him.
Wriothesley is probably used to a lot of horrible crap and loss, but it all still sucks anyway, right?]
I'm glad you didn't just seclude yourself in your room, but you tried to act like everything was okay.
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[Wriothesley is at least honest. He knows himself well enough to know what he would keep this to himself. Well, he would have told Clorinde, but that's his work wife, so it's different. Even then, Wriothesley wasn't one to seek out comfort. Probably still struggled to let himself be cared for even when his world was literally falling apart at the moment.
Even now, he seems determined not to get too emotional. It wasn't Scott's job to take care of a grown adult. It's easy to just tuck it away. Ignore it. Let it fester, but still prioritize everyone else. He can't show weakness. Not even now.]
Would you rather me come to you a sobbing mess? [It's really not the point, but Wriothesley loves to deflect or to change the topic so it isn't specifically about what he was truly heartbroken over. This was just a diversion.]
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Though, his face scrunches a bit when he mentions coming to him as a sobbing mess. It's just pretty hard to imagine! And it does sound like a lot, but he squares up and does his best to respond in an utterly serious manner.]
I mean it would be weird but I'd choose that over you sobbing in a room all by yourself. That sounds even more sad.
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[He laughs about it easily enough.] Well, I guess it is. I don't think I really remember the last time I cried actually. [He'd joke that it was probably recent and by sex, but he knew that this really wasn't the time for it. It also was probably a sobering thought to think about.
Perhaps he had shed some tears somewhere during the resort for more emotional reasons, but it's not coming to mind to say the least.] I just didn't have the luxury.
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Great, then you try crying now. I'll give it to you, just this once. [He's so charitable.]
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Even if perhaps that was what he needed. Because it might be relieving after staring at the wall where a door used to be and forcing his way into Kizuna's suite only for it to be bare.
That the man will certainly spend many days tearing through the resort for Kizuna's statue and pilfering whatever belongings the man had that was in the staff room because it would be all he had left.
His chuckle is a little sad.] Even now, all I can consider is how to keep myself busy instead.
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It definitely kept him distracted for a moment. And it was nice, until he had to actually deal with the loss. Then everything hurt all over again. It honestly still hurts to this day.
Those feelings never went away completely.]
...I guess I get it. [He looks up at him with a sad grimace] Wanting to distract yourself so you don't have to think about it.