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 Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 8:16 pm
Upset WITH him, no; upset FOR him, perhaps so. Boyan thinks on this a moment. She was in a panic when she came for Boyan, full of "Maybe I should"s and "But what if"s and "Do you think this might be"s.
And were it not for her current state, it would be her sitting by Hitsuga's side, dutifully taking care of him. But she is so very, very close now, and it will be very, very soon when it comes time for her to meet her children face to face for the very first time. And because of that, her belly quivers all the time with the kicks of restless chibis, and because she is so very very close, her body prepares with aches and pains to warn her of what is to come.
A great shock, Boyan heard, could sometimes be enough to speed up the process. And at this, his tone takes on a lighthearted, mock-scolding tone. Hitsuga should have scared his lovelybeautiful Melody harder! Perhaps then Boyan would be sitting here with happy, wonderful news to tell!
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 8:55 pm
Hitsuga's initial reaction is to shrink back a bit at the tone of scolding....at least until he realizes what is being said. His features twitch, as if he's trying hard to hang onto his sullen frame of mind, and then falter and crack into a thin smile and chuckle in spite of himself.
Collecting himself, he clears his throat. Would Boyan please tell Melody it is nothing to panic over? The state she found him in is just something that happens to him when he lets things get too far out of hand. It is no one's fault but his own that it happens in the first place.
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 8:57 pm
Too far out of hand? Boyan does not quite understand this, but he wonders if, perhaps, there is something he can do to prevent this from happening again in the future?
Too many knocks on the head and...
Boyan raps on his own forehead.
...Hitsuga risks becoming a foolish old man like Boyan. Does he really want that?
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 9:07 pm
Hitsuga does not believe Boyan is foolish...
He shifts his position, resituating himself so that he's sitting up, a hand going to his forehead to catch the cloth before it can tumble free and push it a bit further up on his head.
He did not mean to give that impression in their meetings, if he did.
....and yes, usually when he avoids trouble, it CAN be prevented, he explains, his face flushing as he looks away. It is only that these last few days, it seems that trouble has come looking for -him- in some shape or form.
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 9:14 pm
Boyan shakes his head. No, no, Hitsuga has nothing to do with Boyan's self-assessment. He's been this way as long as he can remember; his thoughts jumbled, projections even moreso, and his understanding coming and going seemingly at random.
His mind is so much clearer now that his wife has returned to him after so many years of absence, but the fog, the jumble inside his head will always be there in some way or another. It's just the way things are, the way things will always be.
And he has learned to deal with it. Boyan-the-fool brings smiles and laughs to those around him, and Boyan-the-fool enjoys being able to put a mind at ease and bring a smile to troubled faces.
...Does Hitsuga want to talk about his troubles? Boyan can't promise understanding, but he can promise a listening ear and a supporting shoulder.
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 9:27 pm
Hitsuga hesitates and then shakes his head at this. He thanks Boyan for the offer, but....
He leaves that projection open-ended, his mental wall carefully shelling his mind away as he's not sure what is a delicate way of saying that, while he's grateful to Boyan for watching over him, the one who christened him with his new "name" is not someone he particularly feels comfortable flaying himself open to.
So...instead, he looks to the red-covered book still resting on the bed and picks it up to examine it. The pages, as he flips through them briefly, though the words are largely-printed and do not seem nearly as complex as some of the ones he's seen in his magazines, still make no sense to him.
If--If he may ask...where did Master Boyan learn to read?
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 9:31 pm
.....Oh.
Boyan's projections immediately become downcast and mumbled, like those of a child caught behaving improperly when he'd thought no one was watching.
Actually...
Boyan... doesn't know how to read. That's why he wouldn't be able to continue the story without starting it from the very beginning.
Bacon and Egg-- Green Eggs and Ham-- is Boyan's favorite book ever. His mother June used to read it to him, his Grandfather Tsukiba used to read it to him... Boyan knows each line by heart. Each page by the illustrations.
He hasn't been reading. He has simply been reciting. sweatdrop
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 9:54 pm
Oh...
Hitsuga slowly closes the book, teeth biting at his bottom lip compulsively. He...didn't mean to make Master Boyan uncomfortable. sweatdrop It is only that he, too, doesn't know how to read this world's language.
....and doesn't really know where to begin, either. So he supposes they're in a similar boat.
Switching subjects again, ever seeming to try and keep things polite, he moves to try getting up again. Boyan was very kind to watch over him, it must have thrown whatever schedule he keeps. Can Hitsuga get him something to eat? He just went shopping this morning...
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 9:55 pm
No, no, Boyan's fine! Really! Besides, Hitsuga should be staying in bed. Is there anything BOYAN can get him to eat?
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 10:13 pm
Its all right, really...! He feels better now.
He says this more for the benefit of his still-rubbery limbs, in hopes they might take it to heart, rather than for Boyan's as he rumples back the blankets and scoots to the edge of the bed.
He has cereal, he has fruit, he has juice, he has oatmeal, he thinks there are ginger cookies somewhere.... he rattles off as he moves, seeing if any may appeal to the other.
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 10:23 pm
Boyan isn't hungry, he projects loudly as he climbs up onto the bed and sits...
Directly on Hitsuga.
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 10:25 pm
....and Hitsuga has not finished being rattled over the raising of the voice in his head before he is suddenly pinned to the mattress, neatly erasing any progress he'd made in getting up off of it.
..... gonk
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 10:28 pm
Boyan blows a loud, wet raspberry in Hitsuga's direction, seemingly not caring whether or not he sprays Hitsuga-- or not at all.
He SAID Hitsuga needed to stay in bed, and Boyan will see that he remains there! ...Except in case of emergencies.
He so much dislikes changing bedsheets, after all.
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 10:37 pm
Hitsuga, clearly not used to being fussed over in this way, is a bit dumbfounded, his mind giving off a cornucopia of different moods, as if not sure which it ought to grab onto and fixate upon at his current situation.
He tenses, as if he's mentally calculating the odds of being able to throw the other off of him and get up anyway.
....and at length resigns with a helpless sort of sigh that fills every cavity of his chest.
He is not a child...
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 10:40 pm
Boyan scoots back somewhat, keeping his legs draped over Hitsuga's middle, but the bulk of his weight on the bed itself.
What's wrong with being fussed over once in a while, anyway? When Boyan doesn't feel good, Melody does the same to him-- minus the sitting on, he adds, because Boyan has the sense to stay in bed.
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