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tabularasa_rp2021-02-16 02:29 pm
obsessiveness) wrote in tabularasa_rp2021-02-16 02:29 pm
( open ) dear moonlight
Who: izumi and you
What: overgrowth aka worst valentines event ever smh
Where: all around the void
When: rest of the month
Content Warnings: emetophobia, overall gross feelings and mentions of death. will update when necessary.
[ prompts will be on toplevels below. feel free to PM me or PP me at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
romanticizes if you want something more specialized. ]
What: overgrowth aka worst valentines event ever smh
Where: all around the void
When: rest of the month
Content Warnings: emetophobia, overall gross feelings and mentions of death. will update when necessary.
[ prompts will be on toplevels below. feel free to PM me or PP me at
slimeberries
well, the concept of sickness should manifest in this world sooner or later, izumi supposes. it's a pain though, because getting a shitty cold would just slow him down from doing productive things in a world that doesn't even let you do a lot of that.
so with a basket and some cups and mugs in hand, izumi heads out to those newly-developed trees he'd seen a while back that sprouted little fruits with eyes on them. he isn't sure yet if they're edible, but he's more or less hoping that any of these little round balls can help alleviate this fever for a bit. right now he's at the base of the mountains, picking out the yellowish geo berries and stashing them into his basket along with an assorted bunch of berries he's already picked up along the way. ]
Oi, you. [ he'll call out to anyone who's curious enough to look into what he's doing. ] Make yourself useful and crack these fruits open, will you? Wouldn't want to ruin my nails.
[ of course he's thinking about that first and foremost. can't go experimenting with slimes if you ain't cute. ]
no subject
"A little courtesy goes a long way, you know. Could I get a 'please'?" Despite the gentle scolding of his words, his tone is as friendly as ever.
"Or you could use this." Pulling a small object out of his labcoat pocket, he unfolds it, leans down, and gently tosses it along the ground toward the other -- it's a mini-pocket knife, the blade about 4 cm in length, with a few other tools tucked away inside the handle. Not as many as a full-sized pocket knife would have, but the place where he lived in his world had somewhat restrictive knife laws. "Give it back when you're done, please."
bathzone
however, izumi is surprising adept at arcade games for someone who's a killjoy most of the time. just let him adjust the towel around his chest (instead of wrapping it around his waist, which is a little sus), and readies himself for a round of semi-naked ddr. ]
Don't you blow this for us. [ he says to whoever happens to be his partner in this stupid-ass game this round. ] But, well, if you lose then there's nothing I can do about that, is there?
[ the smug smile tells it all, but he's doing all he can to swallow down the incoming cough that'll ruin his image. please kick his ass but not too hard bc his towel might slip off and... well, that'd be troubling. ]
no subject
even if she has not exactly been in the tip-top shape she's usually in. all she wants to do is rest and relax and have a good time with one of her best friends in the whole world, and yet, there is bathhouse ddr to do. it's curious to her that he's decided to wear his towel the way he has, but maybe he's just hitting his shy boy phase of his life... how cute...
(ah, well. the less she pries into it the less he'll pry into her current condition too, she's pretty sure.
it's probably nothing.) )
I'm counting on you too, sen-pai ♪
no subject
the game starts with one of the classics. that's good. izumi doesn't have to exert any more effort than necessary here, as he steps onto the right arrows with relative ease. ]
Have you even... played something like this, Naru-kun?
flowers
he stays put in the apartment, of course, claiming that he's fine and that his cold had just gotten worse. he cannot in good conscience tell leo about the flowers even though it's getting hard to hide the splotches of blood from his clothing every time he gets a coughing fit - and that might be one of the reasons why it's becoming more difficult to breathe lately.
so one day, he decides to tell him. he isn't sure what to tell him, but it's a start, and izumi's all-too aware that it's always his own fault why things like this keep happening to him. leo's out and about by the time it dawns on izumi, so izumi bundles up and leaves the apartment to look for him, as he always does. he'd check into various places like heavenly blanc, lemon cello, and even the beach for any sign of him, but he doesn't stay in one place for too long, not wanting to waste any time -- though he will stop and catch his breath when someone calls for him.
his one last hope was the warped version of school, and he'd remembered just now that there's a leyline flowing by the fountain. he'd put the entire mental network on mute for his own sanity, but he might lose it at any moment, so he taps into the network with a broken-sounding: ]
Leo...-kun...
[ before passing out.
except not really, but izumi will be found slumped over at the fountain, taking deep labored breaths with one hand in the cold water to keep himself awake. ]
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it's not, obviously. leo knows when he hears the familiar voice through the leylines he used for curious amusement and later for necessary distractions. when he struggles through his labored breathing to finally find izumi, similarly ill but also worse, after leo moves through the locations he remembers. when he finally settles down beside his friend, breathless.
they're a mess. a mess of petals and unsaid bullshit. even now, leo's attempting to keep the sheer panic muted.
well. at least they're suffering through this shit together. ]
Sena -- hey, Sena. You're gonna call and then fall asleep?
[ no.
it's nothing close to the things leo wants to say, but it helps to suppress the uglier things clawing in his chest, not agains squeezing worse than the flowers. the coughs are pushed down too -- more audible in the slightly stressed syllables of his words than they have been the past few days.
he's terrified, really. not for his own state, but it's... fine.
(okay, it's not.) ]
no subject
ah, his face. izumi's hand slowly reaches up for it, only to limply fall on his side. ]
About... fucking time you showed up.
[ just let him have a word in ok
but he winces, not just at the various plantlife poking inside him, but at his voice quality. it's scratchy, tired, ugly, and it makes him remember all the silly jabs leo used to make when he was still new to the industry.
he hates this. he wants to cry, and maybe he'll let just one (1) tear fall from his eyes. if he starts sobbing hardcore his lungs wouldn't be able to handle the sniveling and that might actually kill him sooner. and speaking of which -- ]
Looks like... I'll be going back there sooner that I expected. [ hell. he means hell. his fists clench at the very thought of it. ] I don't even know what I did wrong again this time.