deercountry | January and February Catch-All

[Sunny felt terrible. Was this normal when someone went out partying? It wasn't like that was something he did literally ever, so he didn't know. Hero had made some allusions to how college parties were like, and it didn't seem utterly dissimilar. People got sick and threw up.

Nothing at all like little birthday parties or get-togethers in Faraway.

And, the funny thing was, he really had enjoyed himself last night. Somehow it had felt comfortable and not at all stress inducing. Shame it came with this roiling, disgusting feeling in his stomach. He'd gotten up a few times to puke into the toilet, and this time was no different. The pressure in his face was uncomfortable as he heaved. What came up was only liquid.

He exhaled heavily as he knelt on the floor, resting his head against the cold porcelain of the toilet. When he felt like he wasn't going to continue vomiting, he stood and flushed. While moving to leave, he took a brief glance at himself in the mirror. Yeah, not looking good. (But no Something, at least.)

Food poisoning? Probably. He felt feverish, too. He hoped at least this would be the end of the vomiting. That was the worst part.

Sunny shook his head and walked slowly back to his room, before flopping onto the bed and staring up at the ceiling. What a way to start life in the Trench.]

[mob probably went with sunny to the party, had a surprisingly nice time and then- well, he's fine. he woke up feeling normal, refreshed even. he got up and pet the dogs and checked the network and-

heard sunny throw up.

so yes, have mob at sunny's door.] Sunny?

[Sunny lifts his head tiredly at the sound of Mob at his door. He doesn't want to get up.]

Come in. [He manages to at least roll onto his side so he'd be looking at Mob when he walked into the room.]

[in he comes, stopping dead then just. leaving.

tap tap tap down the stairs. a long lull, tap tap tap up the stairs and here he is with a glass of water.

he brings it to sunny's bedside.] You're sick. [not a question just. yeah it's obvious.]

[At hearing the door open then the subsequent steps away from his room, Sunny blinks and buries his head deeper into the pillow. He closes his eye, trying to sleep even though the general discomfort he was feeling was going to make it hard.

But then Mob was back. And with water. Which he reaches for and takes a slow sip of, hoping to keep it down.]

Do parties normally make people sick?

I don't know. [he looks around the room. looks at sunny. leaves again without saying a word and comes back with the blanket from his bed, offering it for sunny to double up and keep warm.]

Maybe you ate something bad. [ding ding ding.]

[Sunny watches him go. Another person maybe would have wondered if that was going to be it, but he figured Mob was going to come back. And he was right. He gratefully took the blanket and wrapped himself up. He had the fever shivers.]

Probably. Did you eat anything there?

[Since Mob seemed fine. But maybe his psychic powers meant he couldn't get sick? Who knew.

Sunny sniffs, feeling his nose running. He doesn't realize it's blood slowly trickling out of his nostrils. There's a weird sort of aura crackling around Sunny, not as intense as before, but not dissimilar. Red, blue, yellow and black tendrils occasionally lick out from him. Apparently he's not noticing.]

Not much. [the crowds made him a little nervous, even if it was a nice time. he considers everything he did have, and everything he saw sunny eat, then shakes his head.] Nothing looked or tasted weird.

[nothing seemed rotten. haha.

but those flares make mob watch the air around sunny for a moment, deep in thought. the blood though, just. i'm sorry. i'm sorry. mob just fucking leaves again.

and comes back with tissues. whatever tissues the trench may have. kerchiefs maybe? either way he holds one out. he does not, at the moment, think to point out the aura because this seemed pretty normal to him. he's had weird aura flares and floating things when sick. the blood was scary though.] You're bleeding.

[That earns a thoughtful hum from Sunny. Sometimes foods that had gone bad didn't seem like it, so that didn't rule it out. At least his stomach was settled enough to sip on the water without wanting to expel it again.

He watches Mob leave for a third time, not surprised at this point. What Mob says when he returns is a surprise, though.

Bleeding. Again.]

Oh. I thought it was just running. Thanks. [He reaches out for the kerchief, finger brushing lightly against Mob's when he does. This was enough. A blue tendril instantly snaps to Mob like static electricity, worming its way into him with ease.

Sunny does notice this. He watches it, curious, before looking back up to Mob, uncertain of what he'd just accidentally done.]

[mob nods, happy to help, ready to ask what else sunny might need when-

( 30% skyrockets in the space of a heartbeat. 40% 60% 90%

100% )

the entire room seems to dim, like mob himself is sucking the light from it. his hair lifts, glowing a jittery blue-purple as his eyes begin to water. anything not nailed down is probably going to start floating a little, including the water in the glass, the glass itself, the tissues. mob's tears as well, that start lifting upward and floating gently around his head.

everything is so much. how can sunny be sick? he didn't deserve to be sick. the party was so nice, things were nice, sunny shouldn't be-

(it's ok, being sick happened, but everytime he tries to grasp that it flees from him)

he nearly hiccups with a sob.] I'm sorry. I'm sorry you're sick. I'm-

[at the very least his powers seem to be taking action in a good way. sort of. the blanket pulls gently tighter around sunny, the tissues and water and glass float close and hover. a crack snaps down the glass when he stiffles another sob but then fixes itself.

enjoy.]

[Oh. Oh no. What had he done. Whatever it was Sunny had not meant to do it. Now Mob was upset. Like, really upset. And strange things were happening in the room due to his powers. Sunny feels his hair start gently lifting from his head like gravity no longer applied.

Which, it really didn't seem to.]

It's okay. I'll get better. [Obviously being this sad about someone else being sick was not normal. Not unless they were dying. For a second Sunny moves to reach out to comfort him, but then remembers that the last time he did so caused... this?]

Try to breathe slowly and steadily. In through your nose and out through your mouth.

Ah- [another hiccup cracks the window nearby. the tree outside droops forlornly. shibe stands in the doorway staring hard at mob, almost eerily still.

mob sucks in a breath through his nose, hard because it's starting to run. out his mouth. sunny lifts a little from the bed, sorry dude.]

You should be with your parents. You shouldn't have to be sick without them, you- [he misses ritsu so much he clutches his chest. inhale, exhale. inhale, exhale.] What if we never see them again?

[Really, floating off the bed would have been pretty awesome if it wasn't for the fact that it was because Mob was so sad. Because he'd made him so sad.

He regards Mob with a concerned expression. Part of him wants to say that his dad had left him, so that was no loss, and his mother was rarely around anyway. Whenever he felt ill he was all alone in the house. But... that would almost definitely make Mob sadder.

That doesn't mean he'd never want to see his mother again. The thought is a little depressing, but Sunny was used to the idea of never being able to see someone again. (More than anything it hurts to think of never seeing his friends.)]

I think we'll see them again. Sleepers come and go, don't they? They could show up here or you could go back there. [At least he thought? There was no denying he didn't actually know.] You should keep them in your thoughts. They're never entirely gone if you remember them.

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[one day floating can be for fun. maybe.

it's rather sudden, when sunny's effect wears off. it doesn't shut off mob's powers or his sadness, one he buried deep and tried not to think about, how much he missed ritsu, reigen, dimple- everyone. a world he didn't know he loved until it was gone along with all the things he took for granted. a much safer world.

but without sunny's power fueling him he's able to grab it all again, start shoving it back down. a few shuddering breaths as he listens to sunny, nods, grasps onto that. he could see them again. shibe stares. he could go back.

sunny will fall back on the bed gently, everything slowly floating back to place as mob rubs his face with a sleeve.] Ah...

I'm sorry. I don't- [know what happened? no, he sort of does. that blue from sunny-] I... I think your powers are like um, like empathy. Or emotions?

[The worried look towards Mob doesn't stop even as things begin to calm down. It's subtle, but his brow is clearly furrowed and lips slightly downturned. Making someone cry was always an awful feeling, even if he hadn't said or done anything cruel to make it that way.]

Yeah, it was my fault. [He was pretty certain of that, now.] I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. [Sunny glances away, obviously guilty about it.] Are you alright?

[mob takes a seat on the bed, staring at his hand for a moment to gather himself before answering.] I'm alright. I'm sorry about your window.

[still cracked. heck, he'd have to apologize to miss makima or try to figure out how to fix it. right now it's more important to glance to sunny.] Um, sometimes when I was sick I'd sneeze and make everyone's dinner float.

[an attempt to offer comfort here. an 'i know how it feels,' in a much more pleasant sort of story than some he could tell.] The plates would sometimes break when they fell and mom would get mad.

[Sunny shakes his head.] I didn't even notice. [And, also, he didn't care about it much. Sorry, Makima. He'd been more focused on what had been going on with Mob.

The story does something to ease him. Powers were hard to get a hold of no matter what, huh?]

That sounds annoying. [Also a little cool to see but breaking stuff was no good.] My mom always got mad when I broke things, too. Like her vases. [A pause.] Mari usually took the blame for me, though.

[if only his no good, rotten powers did what he wanted. it's almost like denying them and rarely using them outside of outbursts didn't make them very honed. weird.

anyway.

he's glad sunny seems a little less intent on beating himself up over it. he even thinks to offer a tiny smile to show see? no longer bawling. which admittedly he still felt kind of raw but he's ignoring that.]

Ritsu always stood up for me too. [a glance away.] What is your mom like?

[because he wants to ask about mari, really, but this seems... a little safer, for the moment.]

[Beating himself up over it was not really going to do any good, Sunny knew that. Even though he still felt guilty, it wasn't going to make Mob feel better. At least he could try to help if he was still feeling sad from what happened.

That kind of emotion could be hard to bounce right back from.]

Siblings are good for that. [He really hopes Mob gets to see his brother again. Sooner than later.

But, hm, his mom? Sunny is quiet as he thinks for a moment. He doesn't seem upset at the question, at least.]

She isn't around a lot, but she tries to be supportive. She leaves post it notes around the house for me and calls me every day to leave messages. I guess she's always been a little ditzy. [Absolutely ruthless, Sunny.] She's missed her chance to come home before because she didn't want to lose out on a furniture sale.

[There's hesitation before he continues.]And... since Mari died she's been kind of overprotective of me. Because I'm her only child left.

[ha, mob nods easily to said ruthlessness. being blunt same hat.

it paints a picture though, one he can kind of see the edges of. more so when mari's death is mentioned. he only vaguely remembers how poorly his own mother reacted to the time ritsu was badly hurt. he immediately stops thinking of it.]

The notes sound nice. Though I guess being around more would be nicer. [hm.] What about your dad?

[Though it had been a rough morning, Sunny was starting to feel a little better physically. In that he at least wasn't puking up at the sight of anything that remotely resembled food. He was even keeping water down!

He was still exhausted, though, and a little feverish. But, hey, that Weird Thing with his powers hadn't happened for at least a few hours by now. (As far as he knew.) Surely he was turning a corner, here.

Even still, sleep was hard for him to come by. No matter how much his body wanted the rest, his mind was saying no. So, instead of being in bed he's sitting near the fireplace, Mewo resting in his lap. He watches the gentle up and downs of her breath, and only looks up once he hears someone else stirring.

When he sees it's Makima, he raises a hand in greeting.]

Good morning, Miss Makima. [It's afternoon, Sunny.

Anyway, if she's showing signs of not feeling so well, he'll also ask:]

Are you alright?

[Being around more would be nicer, but Sunny knows it must be hard for her dealing with him as her son. Her trying as much as she did was more than fair.

But, oh, the question of his dad.

Sunny's expression goes darker and the flicking of the emotional aura coming off of him grows more intense for an instant, before he takes a few breaths. In. And Out.]

He disowned me.

What?

[mob can't help it, he looks baffled by this. who would disown their child? who would do that after losing a child? how could anyone do something so terrible?

he isn't sure what to say, brow furrowing very faintly.] But... he already lost a child.

[Honestly, Sunny isn't sure what to say in response to that, either. Getting into the whys of it was... really raw still.

He shifts uncomfortably, looking anywhere but Mob for several moments.]

He- He blamed me. [His mouth was dry. The sickness in his stomach that hadn't gone away yet was burbling to the surface again. He wanted to vomit. He was shaking.] It was my fault.

[boy.

there's nothing mob can say to that for a moment. he can't say 'it isn't your fault,' because he doesn't know what happened. he can't say he's sorry, because it isn't about if he's sorry or not. it isn't about him at all, so he shove down the image of ritsu lying bleeding on the pavement.

ritsu. what would he do if this were ritsu? someone young and probably confused, scared, like his brother was.

ah.]

Can I hug you? [he asks quietly.]

January and February Catch-All

sunny and mob | rotten times CW: forced emotions, CW: illness, vomiting

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sunny and makima | rotten times cw: forced emotions, illness

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