observation five; voice - forward dated to some sane hour, like 11 AM!!!

[soulbonder]

Why am I in this room again? [There's a familiar voice, but no monotone here. In fact, Astral sounds more like he did when Black Mist had control of his body. Only you know, scared and a complete wreck.] Everything feels wrong and I can't fly and my feet have fingers and my skin is weird and my hair keeps falling into my face and it's cold and hard and uncomfortable and- [HEAVES. Now he's crying.]

What's this? My face is wet. Aren't these tears? Why? Why am I crying? What's going on?

Yuma? Yuma? Yuma? Are you still here? Are you alright? I don't know what's going on. What's happening to me? Yuma. [He remembers throwing him out a window oh my oh my oh my]

[AND THE FEED ENDS BECAUSE WOW THIS IS PATHETIC.]

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[soulbondee]

[SO EVENTUALLY, ASTRAL WILL MANAGE TO GET TO YUMA'S APARTMENT

BECAUSE YUMA IS A JERK WHO DIDN'T GET THIS MESSAGE
BECAUSE FUCK YOU HE IS THIRTEEN
HE'S NOT GETTING UP BEFORE NOON IF HE DOESN'T HAVE TO.

so he's in his apartment -- which, not being the apartment black mist defenestrated him from, still has all its windows. in the bedroom. which is for sleeping! he's not in the discount hammock he managed to bully the Dock 5 Overseas Goods into pulling out of storage to sell him in fucking November. he's in the bed!

it's pretty apparent why.

blankets sort of never really work with Yuma, and he has limbs strewn everywhere. his face is turned toward his right arm, covered in a thick cast, and his right leg -- also in a cast -- hangs more off the bed than on it. there's a wind of dark fabric around his left hand.

usually, Yuma is energetic even in sleep, tossing and turning and flinging limbs, but all these points of plaster and scarring seem to weigh him down, binding him to the mattress.

hey astral sup.]

[soulbonder]

[Of course he checks his room first. Wants to see whether or not Yuma would be there. When he isn't, Astral tries Yuma's room. He figures the doors are unlocked. They are. Goes to show how well Astral knows Yuma.

He walks right into the apartment, steps slow and methodical. Legs are still weird, as are toes. He could feel things between them. Uuugh.

Bedroom first.

Yuma's alright. Good. But what in the world is he covered in? He inches in, and crawls up on the bed.]

[soulbondee]

[This is not the late-night advertised Temp-Your-Bed mattress that does not shift around when your partner drops an anvil on the mattress beside you, so Astral's weight -- since, for a change, he has it -- pushes down the bed. Yuma's head follows, rolling at the neck. A series of black lines, like railway ties, curve around his nose. The bruises around his throat haven't quite healed.

Still asleep.]

[soulbonder]

[AWKWARD

oh god he did that oh god he did that oh god. Falters and curls up next to him. NOT GONNA CRY AGAIN NOT GONNA CRY AGAIN]

[soulbondee]

[DRAMATIC MOMENT INTERRUPTED BY A SNORT

AND A STILL-ASLEEP LAUGH

and further sleeping]

[soulbonder]

[he's going to fall asleep like this fuck he doesn't even know what sleeping is]

[soulbondee]

[it happens.

and so time passes with Yuma still asleep and dreaming of Heartland, as he always does, until he is doing neither. instead, he's stretching, yawning loudly--and then noticing there is

some
person
that he does not recognize
asleep in bed with him

Yuma's face goes tomato red in a nanosecond, and with a wail of no meaning he begins pinwheeling backwards, straight off the bed. not a great idea: using his right arm to take the weight, as usual; the casts each make loud kerclunking noises when they hit the floor, and rolling backwards to get his legs back under him is a whole lot tougher with a leg in a cast.

still pinwheeling backwards.]

[soulbonder]

[you know you'd think he learned how to sleep through shit from Yuma]

[soulbondee]

]why is there a girl sleeping in his bed]

[soulbonder]

[It's like the tale of Goldilocks only less bears!!!! And LOOK AT HIM LOOK AT HOW HE'S SLEEPING he's actually adorable
he never slept before shit what is this he's gonna wake up confused]

[soulbondee]

[and goddammit his crutches are on the other side of the bed ugh.

but since Yuma has his back to the wall, at least he has some leverage. With his hand and some quick-footed action, he manages to push him up to standing awkwardly on one leg, the one in the cast bent and doing nothing but getting in the way.

yuma hops on one foot closer to the bed.
and stares
at this chick
in his bed.]

HEY!

[soulbonder]

[Grumpily turns his head towards him, because yeah. That would wake someone up.] Why are you yelling, Yuma?

[soulbondee]

[it just results in more squawking.]

What are you doing?!

[soulbonder]

I was resting. I think.

[soulbondee]

But you--

In my--

You're--

[GOD HE CAN'T EVEN TALK HE IS SO FLUSTERED.
he swings his leg-in-the-cast so he can pivot on the one foot, hand going to his burning hot face with a loud groan. lady where did you even come from.]

[soulbonder]

Use your words, Yuma. I know you are capable of that much.

[soulbondee]

[NOPE

TOO BUSY TRYING TO STOP BLUSHING BY RIPPING HIS OWN CHEEKS OFF]

[soulbonder]

I can't believe how stupid you're being.

[soulbondee]

Shut up!! [SPINNING ON THAT ONE FOOT TO FLAIL MORE] You're not the one waking up next to--

[Indicative flailing his hands at THIS WEIRD CHICK IN HIS BED, his face bright red and only getting redder before he spins right back around, pushing his hands into his eyes.]

Why are you in my room?!

[soulbonder]

Because mine has a broken window!

[soulbondee]

[what.
okay just

sitting down now with his back against the bed and his face in his one hand since, though he can flail casts well enough, it's not all that great for faceplanting.

what the hell

this is more than he signed up for MYSTERIOUS BEAUTIFUL GIRL.]

[soulbonder]

[oh yuma] Are you finished acting like a complete moron? Or are you going to start up again? Because I can leave if you want. [TOTALLY HURT]

[soulbondee]

I am not! [Yes Yuma that was such a specific answer.] You don't-- when your stuff is broken, you don't just crawl into bed with--!

[WHY WON'T THE FLOOR SWALLOW HIM UP why couldn't it have been okay no stop that thought right there just
shut
down
right there yes.]

[soulbonder]

[CROSSING HIS ARMS]

[soulbondee]

[which probably doesn't help since Yuma isn't actually looking
trying not to wonder if they were touching while he was sleeping
ohgodohgodohgod]