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]

[IF HE COULD ACTUALLY USE HIS OTHER LEG HE'D BE TAPPING HIS FOOT.]

[soulbonder]

[HUFFS and wanders back to the bed. SITS HIS ASS DOWN. Let's figure these fucking pants out okay. okay nope wait
no

wait shit
he falls to the ground congratulations astral you've failed putting on pants]

[soulbondee]

[The slowest

goddamn

face-palm

in the history of face-palms.

Yuma's hand drags down his face, pulling at his mouth and jaw. How clueless is this chick, anyway?

Okay. Breathe. Yuma keeps his eyes clenched shut, but leans a bit.]

... You okay?

[soulbonder]

[kicks his feet against the bed] I don't understand any of this!!! Why is being human so complicated?!!

[soulbondee]

'Cuz it...

... is, okay.

[This is stupid.

With a bit of an exhale, Yuma fusses with the knotted fabric wrapped around his left hand, untying it. It takes a great deal of effort, wrapping it around his head and trying to tie a knot when one of his arms is broken, but eventually he gets it. Blindfolded -- so he doesn't see anything he's not supposed to see, he is not a jerk, even if she doesn't really get it -- Yuma turns, and hops back to the bed.

A kid with a broken arm and a broken leg just blindfolded himself. Yes. This is also stupid. Welcome to Yuma's life.

But hey at least kicking gives him a good idea where Astral is. Yuma swings his weak leg onto the bed, and reaches down to where all that kicking sounded to be coming from. Blind groping for a foot or an ankle or a lump of sweatpants.]

Hey, come on, that's not gonna solve anything.

[soulbonder]

[His face is red. He's sick to his stomach. All he wants to do right now is scream and kick things.

The moment he sees Yuma's hand? That... kinda stops.] Yuma.

[soulbondee]

[The struggling stops. Good; it would really suck if that chick kicked his hand while he was trying to calm her down. Last thing he needs is to break his good hand. Yuma leans down, putting more of his weight on the leg and his wrapped-cast arm on the bed, his scarred hand gathering up the fabric of the sweats. Blind, it takes a couple tries to pull in the right direction, but WITH PATIENCE it gets unhooked from around Astral's ankles.

The dark stretch of fabric across his eyes doesn't hide the red in his cheeks.] Even if it's difficult, you can't let it keep you down. [Pants get set on the bed, and shifts his weight on his broken limbs -- offering his unbroken arm for Astral to grab.]

[soulbonder]

[takes it without hesitation] But I don't understand any of it. Why did the Porter change me?

[soulbondee]

I dunno. [Pulls up! It's hard to keep his own balance, but if there's one thing Yuma usually can manage, it's balance. Once it seems like the girl is up and standing, Yuma tries directing her to sit back down on the bed.] I don't really get anything about it.

[soulbonder]

[Sits right down next to him. And then the silence sets back in. What does he say? Does he say sorry about throwing him out a window... Does he comment that being human is stupid again...]

[soulbondee]

[Okay now where did he put those pants... okay there. Man, not being able to see shit sucks. but the ordeal is almost over!

he hopes.

So more fussing with pants, trying to find the waist hem, then trying to find which end is the front--oh there's the clothing tag, that must be the back, okay. He straightens that out, then moves back from the bed. He's pretty sure that person is sitting... there we go.]

Gimme your foot.

[soulbonder]

[Here is a foot] Yuma.

[soulbondee]

[Okay that is a... left foot. Probably. Judging by the toes.] What? [Hooking pants onto foot, tugging up until foot is through leg-cuff.] Gimme your other foot.

[soulbonder]

Does it still hurt? [ANOTHER FOOT]

[soulbondee]

[SUCCESS, THIS IS A RIGHT FOOT. also hooked into pants, with the leg of it pulled over until foot escapes. Tugging it higher up the legs; his brow bends, under the blindfold.]

Huh? Does it still hurt?

[soulbonder]

[He can take it from here.] Your hand, your arm, your leg... [awkward]

[soulbondee]

What, this? [Immediately blows off that concern, waving his hand and smiling.] Nah, this is minor stuff! Looks a lot worse than it is, promise! It's nothing to worry about!

[soulbonder]

[Stares at the ground, bummed. He has pants on now you can take off your blindfold.]

[soulbondee]

[NOPE. Because he still thinks you're a girl and boys shouldn't look at girls with no shirts on. Hopping back to the bed. He's PRETTY sure he remembers where it landed, but...]

[soulbonder]

What are you looking for?

[soulbondee]

[GOD STUPID BLANKETS KEEP CONFUSING HIM.] You know, the shirt.

[soulbonder]

I've got it.

[soulbondee]

[Immediate grabbyhands for it.]

[soulbonder]

Here. [have the shirt]

[soulbondee]

[TAKES THE SHIRT. okay here is a sleeve, here is another sleeve, this is the neck... okay there's the tag this is how it goes ALRIGHT.

hops closer.

this is gonna be like fifty times more difficult. thinking. thinking.

okay maybe this'll work.]

Hand.