( it was only his second night on earth when talk of going home disseminated through tekkadan —— a decision made without him, but regrettably understandable in its urgency. time with this beautiful place is limited, and so he tries to savor the cool air at night, with its dark air gleaming with the aftereffects of a faint shower, grass coated with what looked like crystals under the guiding hand of moonlight. earth's greens and blues are so vivid that it seems like a dream his eyes can't adjust to and his brain can't keep up with. its sky and seas make him feel small, in the same way that he felt under the gaze of tekkadan's most prized soldier. weapon. protector?
after all of this time he still isn't sure what to make of the guy in front of him, laid out in recovery and staring blankly (boredly?) at the ceiling when eugene first opens the door. he's had one visit the night before, giving orga a well-deserved break and spending most of the evening staring at mikazuki's resting form, trying to find some vulnerability for his own sake. tonight his visit is supposed to be the same; he's given a tray of food and told, very sternly, by an exhausted and worn orga: don't let him get up.
of course mikazuki will be restless as people struggle to make sense of what's happened to him. hell, eugene is when watching him. just how he's supposed to stop mikazuki from doing anything the guy wants to do is a mystery, but he takes the responsibility pretty seriously, and the fact that his comrade is awake this time around seems like it could be a blessing to fight off some boredom. or a special sort of hell. unlike the broken bones suffered by the others, mikazuki's damage seems to be more permanent and confounding, and eugene isn't quite sure why he feels so angry about it. maybe it's just worry. maybe it's because mikazuki is a lunatic. either way, he's the kind of guy that none of tekkadan could take their eyes off of.
the door smacks softly behind him as he shuts it with a kick, switching the trey over to one hand as his other belatedly knocks to announce his entrance, just in case mikazuki's too drugged to notice.
honestly orga, i can't handle this guy like you can, eugene frowns. of course, it means the world to him to be "entrusted" with mikazuki, but. it's mikazuki. )
Oy, Mikazuki. ( his hand drags off the door and lazily through the air, giving a slight wave in the process. ) Time for your dinner.
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after all of this time he still isn't sure what to make of the guy in front of him, laid out in recovery and staring blankly (boredly?) at the ceiling when eugene first opens the door. he's had one visit the night before, giving orga a well-deserved break and spending most of the evening staring at mikazuki's resting form, trying to find some vulnerability for his own sake. tonight his visit is supposed to be the same; he's given a tray of food and told, very sternly, by an exhausted and worn orga: don't let him get up.
of course mikazuki will be restless as people struggle to make sense of what's happened to him. hell, eugene is when watching him. just how he's supposed to stop mikazuki from doing anything the guy wants to do is a mystery, but he takes the responsibility pretty seriously, and the fact that his comrade is awake this time around seems like it could be a blessing to fight off some boredom. or a special sort of hell. unlike the broken bones suffered by the others, mikazuki's damage seems to be more permanent and confounding, and eugene isn't quite sure why he feels so angry about it. maybe it's just worry. maybe it's because mikazuki is a lunatic. either way, he's the kind of guy that none of tekkadan could take their eyes off of.
the door smacks softly behind him as he shuts it with a kick, switching the trey over to one hand as his other belatedly knocks to announce his entrance, just in case mikazuki's too drugged to notice.
honestly orga, i can't handle this guy like you can, eugene frowns. of course, it means the world to him to be "entrusted" with mikazuki, but. it's mikazuki. )
Oy, Mikazuki. ( his hand drags off the door and lazily through the air, giving a slight wave in the process. ) Time for your dinner.