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.]

Comments

[soulbonder]

[Stares right back at him]

[soulbondee]

[staring continues

also blushing is never a thing that stopped happening.]

[soulbonder]

[BLINKS worst at a staring contest]

[soulbondee]

[Muscles are twitching in Yuma's face and he looks
very
very confused.]

[soulbonder]

Well?

[soulbondee]

... Gwuh???

[soulbonder]

... [Rubs his temples]

[soulbondee]

[just incomprehensible, strangled noises.]

[soulbonder]

Yuma. Yuma.

[soulbondee]

[even if he's not making words in all that random noise, there's a shifting in his expression.

his mouth is trembling.]

[soulbonder]

[And he's showing signs of visible frustration again]

[soulbondee]

[well he's showing signs of OBVIOUS FUCKING SADNESS AND CRYING AND SOME UNEVEN BREATHING.
TEARS]

[soulbonder]

[wait no that isn't] Yuma?

[soulbondee]

Ah... Astral?

[trembling voice and nearly chattering teeth in the middle of it, covered in hesitance and disbelief.]

[soulbonder]

[Sits up again] Yes?

[soulbondee]

[IMMEDIATE WATERWORKS AND WAILING AND YUMA TRYING TO SCRUB HIS FACE BUT FUCK HIS ARM IS IN A CAST THIS ISN'T WORKING AT ALL.]

[soulbonder]

[uh... gestures at Yuma. He doesn't know what to do what does he do in this situation] Don't-

[soulbondee]

[TOO LATE, FUCKER, THIS IS CRYING TO PUT YOURS TO SHAME. MAN, IF YOU WERE STILL AN ALIEN YOU'D BE ABLE TO FEEL HIS HEART, BUT NOW YOU GOT NADA.

EXCEPT FOR TACKLING, I GUESS.

ASTRAL THERE IS NOW A TEEN BOY SOBBING INTO YOUR BORROWED SHIRT AND HUGGING YOU AWKWARDLY, AS ONE OF THOSE ARMS IS WRAPPED IN A FUCKING CAST.

ENJOY.]

[soulbonder]

[what is he doing what's going on] Yuma? Why..?

[soulbondee]

[ASTRAL MAY ALSO ENJOY THAT BANDAGED HAND CURLING INTO A FIST AND HITTING HIS SHOULDER LIKE WHEN YUMA IS TRYING TO BEAT DOWN A GODDAMN DOOR. THAT WILL PROBABLY BRUISE, SORRY.]

Idiot!

[soulbonder]

[ahh no no beating up] Ow, Yuma... Stop!

[soulbondee]

[the next one doesn't hit as hard but he's not letting go or ceasing crying so

what now]

[soulbonder]

[he doesnt know this is awkward help... awkwardly... hugs him back... will that stop...]

[soulbondee]

[wailing quiets down but it is still a disgusting mess of face fluids.]