[it takes a while to get back to this. Manabu's not there - not in the house, not anywhere...he's in that alternate Trench, that pocket dimension where Sodder's still revered, where...where Ryunosuke's died.
he's there for two days more. two days before he can stagger back into "reality," and even then, he's disoriented. so two days and some change before he can catch this message.
[understatement made and unacknowledged, as the only response Jun gets is the disconnect of the call. "a bit" is a few minutes - closer to half an hour, perhaps - before a door opens downstairs and Magnet can be heard scurrying in. the door closes, and stairs creak as Manabu trudges slowly up the stairs, making his way toward the room that used to be his.
Magnet precedes him, bustling in and hopping onto the bed to investigate the blanket pile while Manabu grabs hold of the doorframe and leans in.]
...Jun?
[he looks like trash. kinda smells like trash, too. trash and blood. but the blood's more on his dirty hands and arms than the rest of him - the rest of him is just exhausted.]
[Jun's mostly hidden by the blankets, his hair just peeking out. But he sits up when Magnet jumps on the bed. His own omen is sitting on the end, and he looks up at the other dog-omen before lying back down. He's not in a great mood, sorry Magnet.]
[he just blinks at the remark. yeah, well, he feels like shit so there's nothing surprising about the observation. he ignores it.
moving right along:] ...Okay. Tell me...what's different, then. About...your routine. Or...something you might've encountered, or ate... [he pulls himself into the room, grabbing the back of a desk chair and plopping down onto it backward so he can drape folded arms on it.
[his head bobs before he ultimately rests his chin atop his folded arms. Magnet noses his way into some of the blanket burrow, fishing around for hands or a lap to flop into. this dog is tired too! dog-tired, even.
Manabu's running on the fumes of fumes, but he tries his best to think this through - to push past the horrors that dumped him back on the cobblestones of Willful Machine - to look at what's in front of him. reality.]
Okay, so...I know that...some other people are losing things. This month - starting this month. [Chizuru lost her vision - that...happened recently, didn't it? yes. he's sure. it's only been a handful of days, certainly.] This might be part of it.
[were he not so squeezed through the ringer right now, Manabu would feel a kind sort of ache at the admission he's someone Jun would want to remember. but as it stands, the best he can do for him is to try and stay focused on short-term countermeasures for those fears of his.]
Kana... [he exhales, rubbing at his face again.] I remember it now, too. I can ask...about her now and then. To remind you. But besides that... Do you journal at all?
Eheh...yeah... [yeah, he probably stinks. blood and sweat and dirt and such.]
Ss...sorry, Jun. For taking so long. You were...probably so stressed out here by yourself, huh? [unless Vyng was around to talk...man, Vyng would've been the perfect person to talk to. Manabu rubs at his face.]
Ehh...? [he looks back, partway turned toward the door now that he's set the chair back by the writing desk.] What if...I want more than toast, huh...?
[just sayin, Jun: he's not seen the breadth of your culinary skills.]
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i can't my sister's name
WHat's happening to me?
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he's there for two days more. two days before he can stagger back into "reality," and even then, he's disoriented. so two days and some change before he can catch this message.
raspy, strained:] Jun. Whereh-- Where? Are you?
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'm at home. I remembered her name, but I can't remember the name of the city I used to live in.
Where were you?
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[Not like Jun isn't, hiding under his covers.]
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Magnet precedes him, bustling in and hopping onto the bed to investigate the blanket pile while Manabu grabs hold of the doorframe and leans in.]
...Jun?
[he looks like trash. kinda smells like trash, too. trash and blood. but the blood's more on his dirty hands and arms than the rest of him - the rest of him is just exhausted.]
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[Jun just stares at Manabu and sighs.]
You look like shit.
[Hello to you too. But anyway.]
I keep losing things... memories, I mean.
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moving right along:] ...Okay. Tell me...what's different, then. About...your routine. Or...something you might've encountered, or ate... [he pulls himself into the room, grabbing the back of a desk chair and plopping down onto it backward so he can drape folded arms on it.
oh wow. sitting. resting. man...]
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Nothing's been different... the only thing out of the ordinary that I ate were some sour gummy candies that Falco brought over.
[And that sure was a Conversation they had regarding one of Jun's memories...]
But I haven't heard anything unusual from Falco - not about memories, at least.
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[his head bobs before he ultimately rests his chin atop his folded arms. Magnet noses his way into some of the blanket burrow, fishing around for hands or a lap to flop into. this dog is tired too! dog-tired, even.
Manabu's running on the fumes of fumes, but he tries his best to think this through - to push past the horrors that dumped him back on the cobblestones of Willful Machine - to look at what's in front of him. reality.]
Okay, so...I know that...some other people are losing things. This month - starting this month. [Chizuru lost her vision - that...happened recently, didn't it? yes. he's sure. it's only been a handful of days, certainly.] This might be part of it.
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Maybe... maybe it's just a stupid Trench thing. I can't... I just don't want to lose something more important. Like Kana's name again, or... or you.
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[were he not so squeezed through the ringer right now, Manabu would feel a kind sort of ache at the admission he's someone Jun would want to remember. but as it stands, the best he can do for him is to try and stay focused on short-term countermeasures for those fears of his.]
Kana... [he exhales, rubbing at his face again.] I remember it now, too. I can ask...about her now and then. To remind you. But besides that... Do you journal at all?
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[The point of writing is to have it read, not to just sit on your own thoughts.]
Why, do you?
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[or at least the ghost of them. but that's better than nothing, right?
the beat almost passes before a different memory hits him off-hand, and he breathes out a soft huh.]
...Kana's my mom's name.
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[He pauses when Manabu says that, and -]
Oh.
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See, now...at least that name...Between us? We can probably remember that one.
The rest...you might need to write down for later. At least for...for the rest of the month and some change? Just in case.
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... You should get some rest. Maybe take a shower...
['I'm worried about you', but he can't say that.]
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Ss...sorry, Jun. For taking so long. You were...probably so stressed out here by yourself, huh? [unless Vyng was around to talk...man, Vyng would've been the perfect person to talk to. Manabu rubs at his face.]
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[He looks down for a moment and sighs.]
I knew you wouldn't ignore me if you could help it. You're... not like that. So I figured something had to have happened.
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Mn. Yeah. And you...were here, right? The house. Or...close to it. [not that little nightmare.]
Right?
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Yeah... I had the Roost open but it wasn't very busy... and I went to classes and stuff like that.
[Hung out with Vi... it's Fine.]
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That was nice of you... I hope...some of those others could help.
[he is quiet for a beat, then starts to push himself up off the chair, sniffing and sighing as he straightens up.]
I'm going to go clean up... Then I can...make something. [...] Dinner? What, what time is it?
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[Sort of? It went fine, mostly.]
Nuh uh. You get cleaned up and then you sit on the couch. I'll make something for you. You're in no state to take care of other people right now.
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[just sayin, Jun: he's not seen the breadth of your culinary skills.]
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[Especially before she got big enough that she could be trusted to use the stove on her own.]
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