At first, Min feels justified. He called Ryan’s bluff and got rid of him, good riddance. He sneers at the door, visible from the dining room, and then sneers again at the empty air where Ryan had just been. That was so dramatic, fuck you Ryan!
He huffs and finally takes his arm off the mouth of the jar he’s been bleeding into, quickly capping it before holding his wound closed. It still doesn’t hurt, which isn’t right at all, but he isn’t questioning that.
Sleepers heal fast, which he’s banking on, not realising that corruption messes with that alongside all the other things wrong with him.
Tomo is somewhere looking for the first aid kit that Min-Gi insisted on not very long ago, and from it he will take a bandage and gauze.
And as he dresses his wound, Tomo who watches him with a look Min isn’t exactly sure how to place. It sure seems a lot like judgment. He ignores it for a long moment but the otter is still staring at him.
Min-Gi scoffs.
Tomo stares.
Min-Gi ignores them longer and scoffs again when he looks back and nothing has changed.
Tomo is still staring.]
What?
[The stare continues. Min hates it.]
Don’t look at me like that, he did that to himself. I haven’t done anything wrong and he flew off the handle. It’s my blood, I’m allowed to bleed if I want to!
[And like, valid. But forget a judgment train, he’s got a judgment otter to deal with, now. Great. Love that.]
Look, I know it looks bad but it’s just a little blood and it’s my choice! How else do you get a blood crystal and I don’t want to go to Willful Machine. You know this makes sense, Tomo, it’s not my fault Ryan flipped out. I didn’t ask him for his blood and I’m not apologising because he hurt his own feelings.
[Tomo’s whiskers twitch ever so slightly but the stare continues, unblinking. Min growls with frustration and drags his book back across the table to try to get back to his project.
Two minutes of intense reading later and he can’t focus enough to set up the ritual. Tomo is still there and still judging the fuck out of him so Min gets up from the table with a huff and heads for the sofa.
The issue with being in there is that it puts him back in range for particularly strong projected emotions and it’s like walking into a rainstorm.
Air pressure dips low as he sits on the couch, angry but starting to actually think about what Ryan had said before he left. He sees the groceries, hastily dropped in panic. Three bright, perfect oranges have escaped their bag and lay on the ground.
Min sees then and his corruption begins to suspend in the air before falling back like a pendulum. It feels like he’s losing his mind. Min looks down at his hands. The claws aren’t going away. In fact, if anything, they’re getting sharper. His teeth, too, discovered this ‘morning’ when he bit his cheek and woke himself up. That was the prompt to try to solve at least one stress in his life.
Which so far has super totally been working.
The ritual handbook is attempted again but by this time Min is really starting to feel Ryan’s energy and place it as that. He’s still around. And what was it the at Ryan said as he bounced? About the show? What a bullshit thing to just slip in there before you leave.
No, no he can’t read this thing right now, he can’t leave that conversation.
The book is slammed closed with a heavy sigh and Min gets up, going over to the door and opening it. There Ryan is, sitting on the step.
Min crosses his arms over his chest and leans in the doorway, debating whether or not to nudge the back of Ryan’s hip with his toes.]
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At first, Min feels justified. He called Ryan’s bluff and got rid of him, good riddance. He sneers at the door, visible from the dining room, and then sneers again at the empty air where Ryan had just been. That was so dramatic, fuck you Ryan!
He huffs and finally takes his arm off the mouth of the jar he’s been bleeding into, quickly capping it before holding his wound closed. It still doesn’t hurt, which isn’t right at all, but he isn’t questioning that.
Sleepers heal fast, which he’s banking on, not realising that corruption messes with that alongside all the other things wrong with him.
Tomo is somewhere looking for the first aid kit that Min-Gi insisted on not very long ago, and from it he will take a bandage and gauze.
And as he dresses his wound, Tomo who watches him with a look Min isn’t exactly sure how to place. It sure seems a lot like judgment. He ignores it for a long moment but the otter is still staring at him.
Min-Gi scoffs.
Tomo stares.
Min-Gi ignores them longer and scoffs again when he looks back and nothing has changed.
Tomo is still staring.]
What?
[The stare continues. Min hates it.]
Don’t look at me like that, he did that to himself. I haven’t done anything wrong and he flew off the handle. It’s my blood, I’m allowed to bleed if I want to!
[And like, valid. But forget a judgment train, he’s got a judgment otter to deal with, now. Great. Love that.]
Look, I know it looks bad but it’s just a little blood and it’s my choice! How else do you get a blood crystal and I don’t want to go to Willful Machine. You know this makes sense, Tomo, it’s not my fault Ryan flipped out. I didn’t ask him for his blood and I’m not apologising because he hurt his own feelings.
[Tomo’s whiskers twitch ever so slightly but the stare continues, unblinking. Min growls with frustration and drags his book back across the table to try to get back to his project.
Two minutes of intense reading later and he can’t focus enough to set up the ritual. Tomo is still there and still judging the fuck out of him so Min gets up from the table with a huff and heads for the sofa.
The issue with being in there is that it puts him back in range for particularly strong projected emotions and it’s like walking into a rainstorm.
Air pressure dips low as he sits on the couch, angry but starting to actually think about what Ryan had said before he left. He sees the groceries, hastily dropped in panic. Three bright, perfect oranges have escaped their bag and lay on the ground.
Min sees then and his corruption begins to suspend in the air before falling back like a pendulum. It feels like he’s losing his mind. Min looks down at his hands. The claws aren’t going away. In fact, if anything, they’re getting sharper. His teeth, too, discovered this ‘morning’ when he bit his cheek and woke himself up. That was the prompt to try to solve at least one stress in his life.
Which so far has super totally been working.
The ritual handbook is attempted again but by this time Min is really starting to feel Ryan’s energy and place it as that. He’s still around. And what was it the at Ryan said as he bounced? About the show? What a bullshit thing to just slip in there before you leave.
No, no he can’t read this thing right now, he can’t leave that conversation.
The book is slammed closed with a heavy sigh and Min gets up, going over to the door and opening it. There Ryan is, sitting on the step.
Min crosses his arms over his chest and leans in the doorway, debating whether or not to nudge the back of Ryan’s hip with his toes.]
Did you say you cancelled our show?