headmt | PC: BEAU + CALEB

[Pushing her back down instantly? Also listen, Molly had to do the healing run last time. His one point of strength can keep Beau in check. It isn't meant to be an insinuation he wouldn't spend them, he gets it, that he doesn't want to leave.]

It's not a waste. You're fucked up.

It's not a waste, and we don't need your vouchers for it. But we can wait a little longer if we need to.

[He frowns, still sort of hovering.]

. . . Uhm. What, uhm. What. . . you're alright? [Cool, good job. He's obviously worrying, but not sure what to say. Beau is tough and will be fine, right? But she screamed.]

[she flinches roughly when he knocks her back down to the couch, breath catching. she will just stay here and shiver, then.]

... Mmhm. [a pause, and then:] Do I have little brothers?

[Flinching when she flinches? He hadn't meant to hurt her, but he's not the most sensitive at this sort of thing. He does notice the shivering though, trying to pull over a blanket or something for her.]

I don't-- I don't know.

[Looking over at Caleb a bit helplessly?]

[Glancing back at Molly a little nervously, and then very softly - ]

Don't crowd her, she can get the blanket if she needs.

[Touching someone isn't always the thing that helps, but he also knows, unlike some people, Molly means no harm with it. Anyway, to Beau - ]

TJ. Only the one, his name is TJ. He is a little older than two years old. [. . .] Memory troubles?

[she doesn't seem to mind him pulling the blanket over her. she pulls it close, eyes a little glassy.]

TJ. [right. she swallows hard.] Uh, I - think so. I had - I had two of them, though, I swear. Jiro and Saburo? Or maybe I didn't.

[...] And you're, um. The two of you. Sora. No - fuck.

S'alright. You should sit down too.

[Beau has always struck him as pretty tactile, he'd been trying to follow those vibes, but he'll back off a little when Caleb glances his way - once she's got the blanket. His tail is sort of ... jittering nervously against the sofa leg, but he's trying hard not to show it in other ways.

Anyway, oh, he actually recognizes those names. Memshare week. Gently--]

Those are Ichiro's brothers. He was with you - dark haired kid, with the eyes. [...] You're fine. Safe now. Take your time.

[Gesturing towards himself.]

Mollymauk. Molly.

Sora. . . that's Luke's friend.

[Hmm. He swallows a little.]

I am Caleb Widogast, for the moment. And that is Frumpkin.

[no - no, molly backs off, and beau makes a fussy sound and scoots closer. she's really only not touching because she's burned to shit, and it hurts. she still has frumpkin, too, absently scritching him.]

Sora, and Kairi. [she mutters.] No, fuck. Okay. Okay, okay, okay. Molly and Caleb. The - the. What are we fucking called?

[she sounds frustrated.] And the - eye, the eyes, no, just the one.

[a beat, and she almost frantically looks up at caleb, like she's expecting to see something else, but. no, it's just caleb. so she sinks back down, staring.]

[Oh, well, okay sure - he offers out his hand again like earlier if she wants it.]

The Mighty Nein.

[He won't confuse the issue at the moment with the Joke Names and all. Just trying to be gentle and upbeat about it? Everyone in this room has had some of the brain scramblies. It's fine.]

Erm. Think we've all got a different number of eyes, unfortunately.

The. . . one eye?

[That could mean a few things, but. . .]

Don't worry about eyes right now. You need to rest, and if it's still hard to remember in the morning we can deal with that then. Frumpkin can keep you company, maybe.

[she mutters something like it was yellow and then grouchily takes molly's hand.]

No. [NO REST.] Wait, hold on.

[she can tell them about riku kingdomheart's wild ride but first she pulls out her phone and holds it out. there's a text from taichi - it's a picture of this.]

[This is a lot of words and scratchy writing and it's not working great for Molly reading on that little phone screen. Leaving the hard part to Caleb to decipher, since he's giving up.]

Don't have to tell us everything right now if you don't want to. There's tomorrow too.

More of the script, then. This time, killing and bloodshed.

[Ugh. Anyway, he assumes maybe she means the cloven crystal? But. Why does she need to worry about that snake bitch right now.]

Yellow and maybe looks like you might want to eat it as a snack? [Glancing towards Mollymauk.] Uhm. You know, you should maybe get those glasses. She's not in any condition to be awake. [. . .] Beauregard, if you wake up later tonight and see anyone who isn't Mollymauk, the only thing to remember is punching. Easy enough.

[COOL COOL COOL LOVE A GOOD SCRIPT. Anyway, he raises his eyebrows and then moves to stand - still holding Beau's hand for the moment, not pulling her up or anything. Just standing here for a second.]

Oh, shit-- Yeah. Alright. Glasses, Beau, you remember those? Where'd you leave 'em? Your room?

[that's a really good guess actually, the cloven crystal]

Yeah. Yeah, okay. [she holds molly's hand a little more tightly and tries to stand. she is COMING TOO. hhrrrh.] ... They're in my room. The glasses. I'm not - fucking, I'm not useless.

[she sounds frustrated, now.]

You are very far from useless, you could knock my block off right now if you wanted, but your head has seen better days.

Is it just names you are having trouble with. . . ?

[Yeah alright, she can hobble up the stairs to prove she is not useless!! Baby. Don't worry, she could kill both of them with a single punch still.]

No one is calling you useless! We're only saying if we're running around, I suppose I'm in the best shape at this moment.

[that's RIGHT she COULD]

Fine. [she's so grouchy about this. and then, reluctantly:] No, it's not just names.

... I'm having trouble remembering why I trust you guys, but I do.

[Hmm. . . that's a little bit sad, but in a way a little sweet, too.]

Well, with me, I think we sort of wore one another down over time. [He reaches and sort of hovers his hand over her shoulder.] Is it okay if I put my hand here?

Wouldn't worry about it too much. It'll come back. Or it won't, and it'll be fine.

[He'll slow down to let Caleb put a hand on her shoulder before he keeps leading her up the stairs, slowly.]

S'nice in here. Haven't been in this dorm before.

Yeah. Just don't - rub at it. [burns and frostbite hurts...

but now she has molly's hand and caleb's hand and she feels much better, honestly.]

I like it here, yeah. [sniff.] There's a girl I was gonna bring over to hang out with that's on campus. Really tall, black hair, white on the ends. I met her here.

[are you sure]

[Okay. Putting his hand gently on her shoulder. A little smile at that.]

Yasha, you mean? Maybe a little later for that, but sure.

[That's sweet, actually, even if it's clear Beau's head is being fucked with.]

Is that so? Well alright, 'long as you're respectful.

[she makes a face at molly.]

I'm a fucking gentleman. [anyway - she will grab the glasses and give them to molly, even if it takes her a bit because she has like ten hit points.

and then, a little more quietly to the two of them:]

... Stay. Until you can't.

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