Waking the Dead 2.0 || August 27, 2063 || Saturday

[icarusalsoflew]

[He told you to rest because you all definitely need it, and he plans on staying around in the Tower to make sure that happens.

Granted, he's also around to check up on you if you really can't sleep, and his sister's doing the same thing. So.]



OOC Notes:
+ Hikaru will be in to watch over you all and talk up until 8 PM; he goes on duty early, then comes right back to the Tower to see Josh because boyfriend time is a Thing. Setsuna will be around the entire day.
+ Feel free, as always, to start your own threads here.

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For Yulia, because reasons

[bladeweaver]

[By the time Yulia and Josh get home, Taning is still at the roof but no longer doing experiments. Rather, he is lying down on the roof with his hands pillowed under his head, looking thoughtful. He's actually also looking all around the city for things to Take Care Of, but apparently the petty criminal element of Metro Manila has very good self-preservation instincts: after yesterday's brouhaha at Falner, they seem to have gone to ground. So no easy stress relief for this one.

You can walk in on this anytime, Yulia; because he has Omnivision and Celestial Telescope on, he'll raise a hand in greeting as soon as you emerge on the roof.]

shouldn't this be on the 26th though x:

[bostova]

[ She's taking a break from arranging everything in her room. Yulia's grabbed a beer from someone's stash in the fridge so she could drink alone, up on the roof deck and away from the current mess that is her room at the tower.

Or at least that was the plan; she didn't account for Taning to be on the roof deck at that point. ]

Not doing your... nightly thing? [ She refuses to call it his "Batman" rounds. ]

you're... probably right? huhu

[bladeweaver]

[You caught him at a relatively peaceful moment; just a few minutes ago, he was scrambling to prevent yet another crater on Kaz's roofdeck. At the moment, he's watching several multicolored substances percolate in separate flasks. The impression that it would give, probably, is of being in the presence of muted lava lamps.

He hears, more than sees, you come in; when you address him, he looks up and gives you a friendly-enough smile, a step up from polite, but a step down from familiar.]

Oh, it's actually a weekly thing, and no, not tonight. Eh, it's just petty criminals tonight anyway, they'll keep. [Sees the beer in your hand, then looks back down at the experiments he's conducting.] Don't mind me, the noisy part of the experiment is over, you can drink in peace.

[He'd join you, actually. But by now he understands your need for space, even if that understanding only translates to respect fifty percent of the time.

Besides, he doesn't really know what to talk to you about. He'll only bore you if he talked about the things he's doing these days.]

[bostova]

Mmh.

[ It's so dismissive, it probably hurts. She walks straight to the railing and leans against it as she drinks, looking out at the city. She's quiet, as usual, doesn't say much or does anything to converse. Until it starts feeling awkward.

She shifts and takes another swig from her beer. She knows why she feels uncomfortable, and it's mostly her fault. Okay, definitely her fault. She knows this, she saw the way he looked at her the day before yesterday, when he offered to help. Anya hadn't said anything about it, but she felt her disappointment. Could still feel it, now that she was thinking about it.

She swirls her drink in its bottle, sighing.

(Say it already.)

Yulia sighs again. And takes another drink from the bottle-- liquid courage, or whatever they called it. ]

...

[ (Yulia.) ]

Sorry.

[bladeweaver]

[It is a mark of how much he has gotten used to you and your presence that your being around isn't bothering him at all. What is bothering him, however, as he absently watches the things on the tables shift and move, is how uncharacteristically awkward you are in your silence. You are you, after all. The only thing you do better than silence, for him, is sweet, sweet violence.

And then you apologize.

He'll look startled, but not look at you, not for a while. He will realize that he has a fairly good idea of what would prompt you to apologize, but then again, it's not like he wants to assume anything. Not with you. It just wouldn't be safe.

There is an odd feeling in his chest at that thought: upon reflection, he realizes it's equal parts sadness, regret, and disappointment. This is family. Family is supposed to be safe.

When he does look at you, his face is neutral, and his voice, when he speaks, is mildly curious, at best.]

What for?

[bostova]

[ When Taning asks that question, she huffs and turns to look at him, eyes narrowed. It lasts for a second before she looks away again, back out to the city. ]

You know why.

[bladeweaver]

[Well.]

It's always gotta be like pulling teeth with you, yeah? [But he's smiling, when he says that.]

Do you believe me when I say I've got your back?

[bostova]

[ The answer is yes. Of course it's yes, but this is Yulia.

It will always be like pulling teeth with her. ]

I do not know. You did kill seven blades back then...