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Mn. My life would feel pretty empty without other people.

[But he is very aware not everyone shares the same intense value in family that he does. He only has to think of a mere moment of Morgan's recollection, of that feeling of bitterness, to know that much.

The flumes for a very cheesy little tunnel of love can be seen floating lazily down the track of a water chute. It might be a good option. But Barrett doesn't lead them in that direction, instead slowing his pace to look over Morgan carefully.]

... Is there something you want to live for, Morgan?

You wanted to be a chef once when you were a kid. Right? Did that go away?

( Mithrun doesn't seem particularly inclined toward it at first... until he recognizes the little set-up they've got has those little swan boats to sit in, and water, but water that won't kill him (arguably). It seems better than sitting in the heat - though, Mithrun would also melt to death if left alone - and, without really thinking about it, he curves their slow steps toward it.

The question gives him pause, though - and then, rare surprise flickering in his gaze. He looks up at Barrett. )

... I haven't thought about that in a long time.

( His voice is, for a moment, light - a recollection of something that really was just nice, before he forgot about with age; dreaming about the restaurant he might open, the recipes he might make.

What did it feel like to hold excitement like fireworks in his heart?

Slowly, his gaze falls back to the carnival. Muffled behind the thick glass, hard to see. That glass must not have always been there - what was it like, to feel the world clearly? )

... It did. When this injury happened... It was a bullet to the brain. It destroyed where it passed through, and its passage ruptured outward like a shockwave. I lost all the things I had wanted before. I lost...

( And for a moment his gaze looks almost wet - maybe because Barrett's memory had so recently brought him to tears. He doesn't cry, though. He just... looks helpless, gazing out at the lights of the carnival, the city. )

... If I'd been a plate, what's here, ( what's me, ) is the uneaten scraps. That's how it feels. I don't remember what it used to be like to want to live.

[It's a tragic thought. To have one injury rip away so much, turn you into a completely different version of who you might have been. It almost sounds like a twist from a book or one of Damien's soap operas.

This... feels less entertaining. It just feels sad.

Empty.

An emptiness that made it hard to bother to cry.

...

He thinks how one of his older brothers had changed so much since Lily died. How they'd been athletic, energetic, at the top of their team for swim meets. How he'd wanted to impress them and how much he'd admired them.

Their sister was lost. And Barrett felt he lost his brother soon after. The brother he knew as a child vanished into a dark room with darker eyes and quieted words. He became scared. A shadow of himself. And even now, so many years later... it still took effort to bring him out to even think about the water, or sports, or anything that wasn't the seclusion that became his new normal. He was different than the twelve year old that had vanished that day.]

...

Sometimes... scraps have their purpose, too. Even if it takes a while to get them together.

Maybe it'll take time and be frustrating. But... I still hope you get to make a new memory for where your life can go, Morgan.

[He slides a hand up to rest against Mithrun's forearm.]

I'm sorry it isn't easier.

( Mithrun is quiet, for a time. He doesn't look at Barrett, but not because he wants to avoid his gaze - but, because, in a lot of ways, he's relearning what it is to be a person. )

... It hasn't been easy for you either, has it?

( He can't... formulate his own words of sympathy, or wholly comprehend it; you wouldn't think desire would encompass so much, but it does. Desire to soothe. Desire to understand. Desire for company. He'd resigned to it.

But the people here have asked that he try. Asked and fumed and told him off, and shook him until he was listening. So - he doesn't know, exactly, how to live in sync with everyone else. But he can do this much. Because, strangely, Barrett is trying to do this much for him.

And so comes the rarest, faintest echo of a smile, his gaze finding Barrett again. "Sometimes scraps have their purpose," huh. )

... Maybe if I had become a chef, I'd know what to do with these scraps.

( Poking... fun at himself? Maybe. But in good nature, given Barrett's remark. )

[Had it been easy?? No. But.... he feels if he dwells on that too viciously, he might just feel that horrible tug of guilt.]

Heh. I mean, you're smart. You went through all of that and I'm pretty sure you're still way smarter than I am. You don't need to be special to make something good of yourself.

[Something something Morgan at partial brain is still more powerful than Barrett at full, etc.

It's not very strong. But that smile is the first one he's seen, and he can't help but return it, as though maybe he could be the sun to help the moon reflect a little more brightly.

It's a cute smile, he thinks.

As they slow toward the tunnel, Barrett pulls one of the drinks out from his inventory, holding it out for Morgan to try. It's bright blue going up the straw, and tastes heavily of artifical berries and citrus and sugar. ]

We have a guild for food and nerdy culture things that we're working on. My older brother and I.

You can come visit sometime, if you want. Maybe you could find more things you like to taste.

Edited 2023-08-21 08:37 (UTC)

( You don't need to be something special, he says. Mithrun's still got a ways to go, but - it reminds him, a little, that maybe he's got a few important things left, even after losing everything else - maybe it's not worth much more than a marble caught under the floorboards, but... it means something, right? Mithrun's expression seems to soften.

His assessment that Barrett is a good person feels it holds true.

He's surprised when Barrett offers him the drink - he'd nearly forgotten about them. Visibly intrigued, he takes it. He doesn't know how many of those foods will register at all to him, even the ones he can taste, but - the offer is nice. He doesn't dislike it. )

... All right. Do you and your brother like food that much?

( To make a guild focused on it, he means. Food as a concept?? Eating?? Whatever works. Barrett did seem to like it a lot, considering their exchange about the headhen and carnival food earlier.

Tentatively, he brings up the straw to his lips as they distantly get gestured into the loading dock for the boats by a NPC. A "!" expression colors his face as the intensity of the artificial saccharine berry flavor hits him. )

... It's strong.

Edited (trying to make late night tags sound coherent) 2023-08-21 10:52 (UTC)

Oh, good. I asked for extra syrup just in case.

[He nods towards the AI staff, carefully letting the NPC usher them over the docks and pivoting his own escorting arm in the process to allow himself to go in first so Morgan can be guided to a seat without tripping. The boat wobbles slightly, unsteady at the change.]

Careful. I got you.

[Once they're settled in and Barrett has space to drop himself into his own seat, he finally pulls out his own drink - a bright red, one that he takes an extended drink from. Aaaaaa, sugar.]

Mn. I do. I go to restaraunts and cooking demonstrations all the time. Levi doesn't as much - he likes things like anime and video games and dressing up in costumes. But we had to figure out a middle ground.

[Do not perceive how much of this time was spent debating the title of the guild. Barrett did not like Delicious Otaku. Levi did not want it to be replaced with Delicious Omelets. Rinse and repeat.]

A lot of his anime have food that looks really good. Like Mononoke Land. Or the Girl and Her Dragon Spirit. So we decided on that.

( Mithrun lets Barrett help him onto the boat, where he settles in as the water gently rocks them. Whether Barrett leaves his arm around Mithrun's or not, Mithrun is fine with either. He closes his eyes for a moment... being surrounded by the water in the dark (there's probably some AC in here) is very cooling. It's not bad.

Slowly, his eyes open as the ride sets off along the chute. There they go. He's been listening to Barrett talk while he's been synthesizing the cooler air.

He looks to Barrett, sipping his drink again. )

What's anime?

[His arm is free for now. It seems Barrett is not quite that overly touchy with strangers. Either that, or he just isn't thinking about it.]

I dunno, actually. It's shows from another country. Japan, maybe. But sometimes it's movies, too. And other stuff. I think.

[He shrugs, letting his head tip back a bit against the inside of the swan-shaped boat. Man that breeze feels nice.]

Have you watched a cartoon on TV before? It's kind of like that, but different.

[Somewhere in the distance Levi is taking multiple points of psychic damage.]

Edited 2023-08-21 19:05 (UTC)

( Huh. He sees. )

This game is from a Japanese company, right? Is this game also anime?

( Is that how it works... )

...

I... huh. I don't know.

[He looks a little embarrassed at admitting as much. But he drowns out the feeling with More Slushie. Slurrrrp.]

Levi would. I'll have to ask him.

[In fact, he's gonna text him right now. Good use of his HUD.]

You're from the states, right? Did you ever get to go somewhere like Japan?

( Huh, embarrassment isn't a reaction that he expected, but it doesn't look bad on Barrett's features.

He nods when he says he'll ask Levi. He shall patiently await the response from the expert. )

I have. Briefly. I used to travel as necessary. I did research, so I'd go give presentations, network... Those kinds of things. I didn't really get to sight-see... After our day business was done, my colleagues and coworkers mostly just wanted to go to hotels and get drunk. Sometimes they'd call women over.

I recall I didn't used to like doing any of that so much.

( It was such a headache getting out of those... The social acrobatics he'd have to do to shimmy out of it but keep his rep intact without inciting the ire and prejudice of his peers... He couldn't always get out of the drinking part, but at least he could tolerate that. )

... I think I had a one night stay in Japan to give a presentation during the day, before I had to fly out in the morning. I was kind of tired, so I didn't want to do much else. I think I just sat in a park with a cool drink.

There were hydrangeas out. I think... I thought it was nice. The city lights felt distant, and it was a little wet from the rain earlier, but it wasn't badly humid. It wasn't so bad for once, sitting there alone.

Business... no wonder you talk so smart. [God, he could never. But he's perfectly content with them being cut of very different cloth.] I'm sorry to hear you didn't get to look around more. I'd be too curious at the food options... letting something like that go would be heartbreaking. But, uh... maybe that's why I'm not in business.

[His expression softens with a thoughtful, distant look to the side at Mithrun's description. Huh. So even if he doesn't know the feelings now... he remembers the feelings from then? A little bit, at least. There's a lot of maybes, a lot of "I thinks." But its still a memory.]

...It sounds nice. Like it would have been really peaceful in such a busy place.

...

You're really good with words. Do you know that?

( He really does like food...

The compliment surprises him, and then gives him pause. He... shakes his head??? That's the honest response, at least. )

... I never thought about it. I just say what I think. ( Considers. ) You do too, when it's something you care about.

( Family... being alive (for family)... food (related to family??? unconfirmed)... But Barrett seems pretty articulate in those moments. )

...I do?

[It's the most surprised he's been all day. He doesn't feel articulate. His professors definitely wouldn't call him anything of the sort. Words never came to him the way they did to people like Damian or Lucas.]

...I guess I can take your word for it. Nobody's really told me anything like that before.

I don't usually like to talk much.

What do you like to do?

[A beat.

He takes another sip from his cup.]

I like playing sports. Exercising and training my body.

I also really like food... though I don't know if I could ever be a chef. I don't like making it as much.

And I like spending time with my brothers, when we have a chance to see each other again.

[It's like ticking off a checklist.]

( He kind of makes a face like "Why are you doing that."

No, yeah, he just makes the face. If Barrett insists on what he said Mithrun will let it go for now, but. )

[He sees the Face. Uh oh.]

What? What's the matter?

... I'm not sure.

( Honest!! He's got no clue. But Barrett's reaction makes him wonder if he was picking up on a false positive. )

... Do you want to play a sport?

( Says local man, mouth all blue, who has near passed out like twice. )

[...Pfft. He leans over with his elbows against his knees, cup draped against one leg as he tilts his head towards Mithrun.]

What, right now?

You prefer it to talking.

( QED, surely. He's also more task/action-oriented, so he's never got an issue with replacing conversation with activity. )

....

[Okay now he's just flat out giggling.]

I do.

But I like talking to you, too. And drinking slushies.

I don't have to want sports all the time. I'd get bored.

( Oh. Mithrun seems surprised. Especially by the giggling. And especially (even more) when he says he likes talking to him. )

... Okay.

( Well, if he wants to talk, then sure. Mithrun doesn't really mind.

A pause, looking at him. )

... That expression suits you. The sound, too.

( Laughter, he means. )

Edited 2023-08-22 04:57 (UTC)

...Thanks.

I like it. Feeling happy, I mean.

[It beats the mess of feelings they were both drowning in earlier. Even if it's just a moment of thinking about throwing a football in a dark tunnel.]

I liked when I could see your smile, too. So... I hope you can feel it more often.

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