05. bang bang

[worthy]

violinist • insomniac • paper aeroplane • dandelion seed • feather • she sings • a stolen ring • fairytale gone wrong • cliche • ribbon • cadence • 3:28am • icarus • hallucination • letters to the moon • silhouette • breathless • start running • astronomer • comet in a bottle • reincarnation • mirage • filigree • everyone was dancing but me • nameless • exhale • fortuna major • vices and virtues • gunpowder and gunshots • china teacups • pinkie promises • chrysalis • piercing • north star • kerosene • dark horse • vanilla • the cat meowed • blink • text message • smirking • firefly • daisy chain • doe eyes • "where are you?" • typo • no shoes in the rain • heterochromia • swallowing silver spoons • a spoonful of sugar • mistaken identity • twisted ankle • touching the clouds • i told you so • lump in the throat • shoulders • sunburn • ambulance • talking nonsense • perfect • bare branches • pale • everyone found out • not enough • i owe you • she won't say it • russian roulette • dried flowers • actress • tattered notebook • smell the roses • justice • all that glitters • the cat and the king • grudge • apathy • all dolled up • decadence • blush • too easy • healing • then, i changed • write to me • caffeine • rumpled sheets • close your eyes • message in a bottle • morphine • fahrenheit • fighter • i lit a candle for you • after all this time • newspaper • pendulum • soundproof • skeletons in the closet • nightingale • arms crossed • prologue • epilogue • bully • i dare you • arms outstretched • woken up early • we're all made of stardust • dancers • hero • blurry • aftermath • even you • whatever you want to believe • a dance with the devil • roses are red violets are blue • lantern • they kept their promises • live fast and die young • interlaced fingers • i wish i tried harder • don't blink • envelope • congratulations • just look down • wayward • when you say nothing • as you wish • runs in the family • fight like a girl • the bright side • skyscraper • sunshine • bye, beautiful • don't mess with me • fire at will • fire and water • peek-a-boo • don't die before i do • wanderlust

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[gripes]

( there is a casual way that mikazuki goes about everything that leaves eugene utterly mystified — as if he's always guided no matter what, compass never ossified, conflict absent. he knows better, but knowing doesn't always stop that visceral conviction known as awe.

the stool cuts sharply across the hard floor as he drags it, scraping and creaking loudly until it's positioned right at mikazuki's bedside. eugene settles on it with a frown, rearranging a couple of items on the table to make room for the tray, finding the noise of it all against the silence of the room to be almost embarrassing. in an almost immediate bid for distraction, eugene decides that he'd like to hear himself talk over the sound of the crinkling of the straw wrapper or the soft clanking of the silverware. honestly, he's never had to care for someone in this way, and the task shouldn't be so daunting. but it's mikazuki. )

You're probably really bored, huh? ( sticking the straw in the cup now, ) But, you know, you're getting a lot of attention from us all. ( — and just how does he go about this? eugene grasps the cup and shifts in his seat, staring at the juice uncertainly and wondering if oranges taste different on earth. )

So you can't really complain, because everyone really needs you ... ( he trails off for a pause, feeling a heat hit his ears as he thrusts the cup forward at mikazuki's chin, ) — to be better. ( was it ok to hold the drink for him while he drinks? though mikazuki has an arm that works perfectly fine, eugene adjusts the straw anyway. ) Um, here. ( he can justify this to himself with concern of mikazuki's morphine-addled coordination, which is less lame than admitting he's simply copying what he's seen merribit do for tekkadan's youngest members. all of whom totally milk the attention of course. )

[sparsity]

[ For someone who's having to adjust the way he looks at things, Mikazuki's gaze steadies on him, even if half of its intelligent light has seemingly gone out. Mikazuki either doesn't realize, or, more likely, isn't immediately bothered by it. Consequences follow a line without many leaps or deviations for him. If he does something, something else will happen. It's not often that he goes in blind, but it was take the instinctive risk or lose. Losing meant losing everything, and there's a reason Mikazuki balances well against Orga in a game of chance. Leveling it on Eugene is meant as a measure of comfort, an unspoken It's fine. It's strange for him to be looked after and not upon, strange to be placed in a spot that's different from how he's supposed to be.

More than the physicality of his fight, Mikazuki faces off with the bone-deep rattle of where it's put him. Not behind, and not forward. Just different. He doesn't crane back at the intrusion of the juice box in disagreement, doesn't nod in agreement either. There's just the stillness of thought that settles opposite of Eugene on the spectrum.

Is he frustrated? ]

Mm. I'm bored.

[ That's something he can say, not so much an admission as a vital truth. A fact for a fact. He leans forward to touch his lips to the straw, taking a sip of the juice. It's a pop of sweetness that has him making a quick face, though the expression there isn't readable. ]

Until we're ready to go back to Mars, what I can do is...

[ Looking for the words, he comes up with an implied not enough. Normally, this would be a conversation for Orga. But Orga isn't as good at keeping him settled, at not igniting him in some manner. Be better. He can, and they both know it.

That's probably why this is so charged, fundamentally skewed. ]

It's strange.