Ours is just a little sorrowed talk [Closed]

[braceforimpact]

Who: Kaworu Nagisa and Frisk
When: August 29
Where: Moro deck halls
What: Still upset about the loss of Chara, Frisk breaks a rule. Kaworu opens up to them about Shinji Ikari.
Warnings: Emotions, I guess.

It's not like Kaworu has any reason to return to his room. He hasn't, not in weeks. Not since late July--but he still finds himself walking past its door every couple of days, sometimes multiple times the same day. Like he's on autopilot, and the memories steering him through the halls are unable to let go the faded ghost of familiar comforts.

Comforts?

Mm. The familiar, anyway.

But he pauses, as he usually doesn't, his hands in his pockets, and looks at the door for a moment before continuing on. He wonders who sleeps there now. Is it the same people who were there when he left? Do Jasper and her kittens still occupy the floor at strange hours?

Do any of them care that he's been gone?

He assumes not.

Maybe tomorrow he'll remember not to walk by here again.

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[gainedlove]

Frisk makes a strangled little sound, somewhere between a squeak and a wheeze, when Kaworu mushes them uncomfortably hard against his body, but they've taken tighter hugs from Undyne before.

And suplexes.

But they hold on, squeezing Kaworu tighter in return, taking comfort in his embrace and hoping that maybe he can do the same from theirs. It's so hard to tell, what they can give back to him, but maybe...

After a few minutes, though, they pat at his back to try and get his attention.

"U-um, you're smushin' my nose..."

[braceforimpact]

--oh. Uh.

Kaworu lets go quickly, and every bit as awkwardly as you'd expect from someone who had never given a hug in his life.

"...sorry." He at least sounds genuinely apologetic, but also glances to the side in saying it, clearly uncomfortable now.

He feels... weird. Light, but also warm. Also dry-throated. And nauseous.

[gainedlove]

Frisk laughs weakly when he lets go, reaching to take Kaworu's hand before he can pull away completely.

"'S okay. You didn't mean to."

They watch his expression with a muted, curious expression. That look...

"Are you okay?"

[braceforimpact]

Kaworu shrugs noncommittally. He doesn't really know if there's an answer to that. He lets Frisk take his hand, but without reciprocation; he doesn't really know what Frisk wants with it.

After a second, he takes his hand back, but instead of letting it drop to his side, he lifts it and turns it palm up, looking at it. Then he looks at Frisk. He's smiling again, at least--that same wide, eerie, static smile he so often wears.

"Are you?"

[gainedlove]

Part of them had hoped he would hold them again, maintain that connection of support and comfort and sympathy, brief and imperfect as it had been. But they aren't surprised when he simply lets it happen, like he does with so many things.

When he pulls his hand back they let their hand drop, for a moment worried that maybe they had some something wrong again...but no. He's just...they're not sure what. But they're pretty sure it isn't bad.

They blink, considering his question for a few long moments with a quiet, calm mask. Both of them wearing a face that their worlds expect of them.

Frisk's breaks first, with a smile that has more feeling than they've been able to muster in quite a while.

"'M better."

[braceforimpact]

Kaworu's smile warms in response--a brief concession to the bond of trust between them. But it is, as all things with Kaworu, fleeting.

"You should go. We can talk later--for now we shouldn't be seen talking."

Frisk and Toriel both live on Moro deck, after all. The chances of getting caught talking are not inconsequential. And while he is reasonably certain that Toriel could not be persuaded like him any less for that...

Suddenly, it matters a lot more to him.

[gainedlove]

"O-oh! Um, right."

Frisk steps away from Kaworu hastily, looking embarrassed, and starts to hurry past before turning back to him.

"Um...thank you, Kaworu."

And with that, they hurry off once again.