YAN-PARA au master post

[earthflames]

WHAT IT SAYS ON THE BOX.

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[erank]

[8( baw... he can't put on a finger on why he always makes a point to worry about Diarmuid. Stop self, dat's gay.]

That comfy?

[beautymark]

I still feel sick. And I don't like forgetting things.

[curling up around a pillow and letting the blankets muffle his voice]

[erank]

...you sure you want to remember everything, though?

[beautymark]

No. If I forgot it must have been bad. But if I just forget things I don't want to think about, I'm afraid I'll get even more lost than usual...

[erank]

It's not something the real you would have done, anyways.

[a shrug]

Just think about being yourself. That's enough, isn't it?

[beautymark]

It isn't like there's a "real" me and a "fake" me, Cu...

[erank]

[aauuaaaaaugggh D8]

You know what I mean!

[beautymark]

It sounds like you're still in denial that I'm ruined.

[erank]

It's hard to forget that you stabbed me...

[he frowns, shoving his hands into his pockets]

I just want to think about good stuff, too.

[beautymark]

I'll end up killing you one day, I'd bet. And I won't even remember it apparently.

[erank]

Can't fix that, but.

[a shrug -- he's already gone over his fuck quota for the month]

I guess I'm not that scared.

[beautymark]

Why?

[says the very serious and refined blanket lump]

[erank]

It's hard to be scared of a ball of blankets, man.

[beautymark]

[emerges from his blankets just enough to throw a pillow at Cu]

[erank]

[He laughs and ducks, narrowly avoiding the pillow]

Still not scared.

[beautymark]

[grumbles...]

You're lucky I love you too much to cut your tongue out.

[erank]

Okay, yeah, that is pretty lucky.

[beautymark]

[grumpy noises, curling up in his cocoon again]

[erank]

[pats him because the blanket ball is pretty adorable, ngl]

We're all gonna bite it eventually, D. If having you around means it'll be sooner for me, I can't say I'd complain.

[beautymark]

I don't want you to die sooner. I don't want you to die at all, especially if it's my fault!

[more whiny than freaking out at this point, but he's still scared of the idea

he's also still audibly under the influence]

[erank]

Hey, I'd rather not die either. And anyway, you don't know that sorta shit's going to happen, so I guess I'm not worried....

[beautymark]

[reaches out of his blankets again...

this time to grab Cu's arm and try to tug him into the bed]

[erank]

Whoa!

[He lets himself get tugged and tumbles into the bed, careful not to crush Diarmuid]

Hey there.

[beautymark]

[finally coming out of the blankets!!

but only so he can get Cu into his blanketpile with him and cling]

[erank]

[Allows said clinging!]

You sure I'm not taking too much space here?