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 Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2015 4:10 pm
Sun crept through the window, despite the blinds and curtains in the way. It found cracks and openings to cast light into the darkened bedroom. The small room was a little bit messy; unusual for the neat freak who dwelled there. He laid on his side, his eyes still open even after many hours had gone by. He'd not slept. At least not much. An hour, at most. Nothing seemed to be making the dark and brooding miasma in his head go away. Vahn, who might have enjoyed the break from Mr. Merry Sunshine 3000, was absurdly disturbed by the 180. No energy to roll over. No intention of getting up. Wait... had he remembered to lock his door last night...?
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2015 4:21 pm
As the door flew open to show an excitable redhead, it became quite and painfully obvious that no, he did not remember to lock his door.
"GOOD MORNING, SUNSHINE!" She cried into the room, both arms lifting into the air to accept a joyous hug - and then she paused, arms half raised, as she realized something important: the room was dark, and there was no smiling man waiting for her to press herself into him. Big blue eyes gave a confused blink, then a second, and then her arms lowered slowly, peering into the dark of the room. "…Casanova? You in here buddy?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2015 4:26 pm
s**t. It was something he'd never ever thought to himself upon hearing Hattie enter. He always got so excited when she visited. It lifted his spirits and it made him happy. She was a dear friend. Fun to tease. Fun to hang out with. Yet now, as he was, he didn't want to see her. Hear her. He let out a tired breath, silently wondering if she'd just assume he was sleeping and leave him alone. It made him sad to ignore her, but he hadn't the energy or spirit to even try to communicate. Something like guilt was felt deep down. Somewhere under the heavy ash of his former sunny personality. Go away..
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2015 4:36 pm
The longer Hattie stood in the room, the more her eyes adjusted to the dark within. She could see his form on the bed, and she could have sworn that she heard him sigh. That was strange, she thought. Sleeping in was not something she ever recalled him doing; even when she spent the night, he was always up before she was. How could he still be sleeping? Why hadn't he acknowledged her? Surely her noisy entrance should have woken him. The redhead battled internally with herself, considering her options - either he was seriously asleep and she was interrupting, or…or something was very, very wrong.
The twist in the pit of her stomach convinced her it was the latter; Hattie always did go with her gut instinct. No matter how she spun it, this wasn't her Dylon. Something had to be up.
With a small hum of her own, she moved back to the door and closed it, shutting off the only source of light. She stood there in silence for a moment or two, letting her eyes adjust, before she asked, quietly: "Dylon? Are you okay?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2015 4:42 pm
The door shut, and he was convinced she'd left. So he laid there, not so much relieved, but feeling like he didn't have to explain himself. But then she spoke. She was still there.Vahn panicked in his mind, pushing him to get up and greet the damn girl. Dylon, despite his usual fondness for smiling and entertaining, felt no need. He idly picked at his blanket, fussing with a loose thread. His eyes had long since adjusted to the dark, and everything seemed almost too bright. If only he could block out that sun a little better. < > Vahn never usually cared if someone's feelings were hurt. It was more that he was worried for Dylon himself. But Dylon saw no point. In fact, just thinking of having to respond made him feel heavier, darker and even more fatigued.
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2015 4:50 pm
Hattie stood there for another moment or two, giving him ample time to answer should he choose to. When he didn't, and when the room remained silent, she frowned. Yes. Something was very wrong here. Dylon was the one person she could count on to consistently match her energy, and this…was definitely not normal. Did Something happen to him? She wanted to ask. The curiosity burned.
Instead, she crossed the room silently, and crawled onto the bed with him, fitting herself into the tiny space between his body and the edge. She continued to say nothing, but she did snuggle up against his back, nuzzling her face against the back of his neck.
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2015 4:55 pm
She didn't leave. In fact, he felt the bed shift, and then there she was. Against his back, her face right by his neck. He supposed he's just have to ride this out with some company after all. He wasn't sure how much time had passed, but eventually, he was too hyper aware of Hattie's presence to continue ignoring her. Despite wishing he could make himself disappear, he'd have to force himself back into reality; the here and now. He gave a heavy sigh, rubbing his face with his hand. "Hi, Hattie."
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2015 5:08 pm
"Hiiiii Dylon." Hattie replied softly, partially because she was actually considerate enough to keep her voice down with her mouth so close to his ear. For once. "Do you wanna talk?" She asked, after another moment of silence.
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2015 5:10 pm
"Not really.." He murmured, his head somehow sinking further into the pillow. Maybe he imagined that though. "I don't have anything to say." Nothing positive, anyway. And if he wasn't the positive, happy go lucky man he'd made himself out to be, there was no point in him being there. " You can talk if you want to."
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2015 5:14 pm
Ah, yes, something was definitely wrong. Poor Dylon. Poor, Poor Dylon.
"Okay." She said, nodding so he could feel her do so. Then, with an overdramatic whine, she stretched out the arm and leg that was not underneath her, and with a pleased noise, flopped both over him. A little shimmy later and she was laying on him, draping herself on his side, her head resting awkwardly against the side of his. It was the best way she could think to hug him. With her whole body. While her clothes were still on.
"Did I ever tell you I built a roomba that was armed with scalpels?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2015 5:19 pm
He couldn't bring himself to laugh, but he felt something stir. Something small. Hattie was now essentially his human blanket. He couldn't say he disliked it, even if he was feeling terribly off. He took a moment to imagine a roomba armed with scalpels. It was funny. Funny, and very Hattie. He could picture it easily in his mind, along with hattie proudly cheering it on while others fled for cover. "No. But I can't say it surprises me." He murmured, a little more muffled by pillows thanks to Hattie's shifting.
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2015 5:37 pm
"Right?!" The redhead cackled, loud at first but she quickly remembered where she was and toned it right down.
"I named her Rhonda. She was a good attack Roomba." Hattie sighed wistfully, lost in the memories of her beautiful companion. "Except then she lost a scalpel and my foot found it, so I had to dismantle her. Still, she had a good run. Ruined some walls. Made some friends. She was good machinery." Hattie nodded solemnly, which did little more than rub her face against his.
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2015 5:49 pm
"That's kinda sad." He murmured, somehow feeling badly for the out of commission battle bot. He'd wanted to build actual robots as a kid, but never had the attention span to fully succeed when he finally did go to college. As he thought, Hattie's rambunctiousness wasn't working on him at all. He couldn't soak it up. He only felt tired, and far away. "Sorry, Hattie. I'm not feeling well today."
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2015 5:54 pm
"It is, but you know what?" Hattie's voice dropped to a whisper, as if she were about to impart a very large secret. "It just means I'll do it better next time." She grinned. "Rhonda will live again! Better than before." She nodded, again rubbing her face to his in the process. When his response was to admit he wasn't feeling well, she resisted the urge to frown.
"It's okay, buddy." She assured him, and meant it. "Can I stay though? We don't have to talk."
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2015 5:58 pm
"Try welding the scalpels onto a mounted plate." He murmured helpfully, even if his tone was monotonous. He gave a soft nod, his face pulled into a grimace. "That's fine." She could stay, especially since Vahn was practically clawing at the walls begging him to keep her around. A hand finally reached up and grasped one of hers. "You can stay."
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