heaven / marcoh

[midway]

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[boxcar]

Alright.

[ You ask, you reap dude. Let's get outta here. ]

[midway]

[ I see. The vibes are both confused and amused as they exit the weird toilet. ]

How're you holding up lately? Getting used to our sorrowful cycle?

[boxcar]

I don't want to say "used to it".

[ A little grimly, but keeping it level. His emotions are on the way more stable end. ]

But I think we have a good idea of what to expect, when and where.

[midway]

That's true.

[ There's a creeping edge of anxiety, but before that can ramp up, ]

Marcoh, are you single?

[boxcar]

[ Claude really just throws questions out from nowhere. There is definite confusion and surprise here. ]

Why?

[ You just asked him if he was getting used to the weekly cycle and now this. ]

[midway]

[ To catch people off guard. There is a bit of mischief. ]

Well... Would you rather talk about the hellish cycle we're in?

[boxcar]

[ Well... ]

I'm not so used to talking about myself. It's nothing interesting. So.

[midway]

I like hearing about others though.

I never really made friends growing up though, so let me know if I'm being too blunt.

[boxcar]

You're not.

[ That seems sincere enough. ]

[midway]

[ He seems oddly touched at that... ]

So are you?

[boxcar]

...

[ The emotions are like, a mixture of vaguely flustered but also actually, wary. ]

...No.

[midway]

[ These cute bottom feelings.

Takes them into the meditation room. Relaxing... ]

Don't sound so scared. I'm not going to tease you. [ ... ] Or are you worried I'll confess?

[ Marcoh can feel his mischief. ]

[boxcar]

[ He'd be okay with a bottom assignment. World hard. Maybe sometimes you deserve a break.

Just looks at this room I guess. But giving off a slight '?' energy. ]

No, it's not that.

[midway]

[ So valid of him.

I don't really know what a meditation room is supposed to look like, but I assume floor cushions, plants, big windows, maybe some running soda water.

Anyway, now he's a little ? ]

What is it then?

[boxcar]

I was answering the question...

[midway]

[ Looks at him.

Confusion. ]

[boxcar]

I'm not single.

[midway]

[ Whispering, ] You lied to me...

[boxcar]

Did I?

[midway]

[ He did not I just forgot what was happening in this thread.

ANYWAY, ]

... I don't know why I said that.

[ ANYWAY 2 ]

Would you tell me who? Someone from back home?

[boxcar]

I'm sorry for... defying expectations?

[ He's just like '???' ]

[midway]

No! It's not that. I think you're very dateable.

[ Awkward. ]

[boxcar]

[ There's like, a weird small wave of something that feels almost like melancholy? But it's brief and he shapes up quickly enough, crossing his arms. ]

Don't actually hear that often. Things really are different in heaven.

[midway]

Well, you know. There's more time to think about these when we don't have food and shelter to worry about.

[ Smiling a little, though there's a bit of concern at the melancholy.

In any case, he'll sit down on a cushion. ]

Regardless, if it's something that brings you joy, then I'm happy for you, truly.

[boxcar]

No, it's...

[ He looks over to Claude with furrowed brows, clearly trying to weigh something mentally. Figure out how to say it and how much. ]

The people around me weren't much for that kind of talk... gossip. That's all.