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altimit2023-08-16 07:11 am
gluttoning) wrote in altimit2023-08-16 07:11 am
[Closed] misteaks' mistakes (catchall)
Who: Misteaks and also some other people
What: Event catchall + dungeon runs
When: August - September, maybe later who knows
Where: various, please note in headers
Content Warnings: parental death, child abuse (emotional/verbal), child death, ED mention. Please cw in headers.
[overflow and log space for August and September]
What: Event catchall + dungeon runs
When: August - September, maybe later who knows
Where: various, please note in headers
Content Warnings: parental death, child abuse (emotional/verbal), child death, ED mention. Please cw in headers.
[overflow and log space for August and September]
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He wants to say yes. It's... strange, that he wants to say yes.]
Not right away. Coach time and cleanup... I'll probably need to do a recovery jog.
[His thumb runs against Morgan's shoulder carefully.]
But... I want to see everybody afterwards. My family and others. They'll probably take me home for the night.
I won't be back at practice until Wednesday, either. So I'll have some time.
[Somewhere. He could make time.]
Why?
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So this isn't, exactly, what he means to say. But it's the words he can find, the most accessible sentiment that's pulsing at the back of his throat, impatient to be said. The gentle feeling of his thumb at his shoulder helps him get it out. )
... Show me around Berkeley. ( When there's time. If there's time. ) I don't live there. I've never really been.
( It's not so intimate as asking for a meal - which doesn't sit right given them topic they opened with, anyway - and it isn't so personal like going to the beach, or the movies.
But it is a request to see him, and spend more time with him than planned. If he wants. )
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He gives a hesitant, breathy laugh, his smile bright with surprise even if it's softened under his normal countenance.]
Sure. If you're gonna be in town, we can go sightseeing a little.
It's mostly museums and parks. But the beach and marina are nice, and they have a lot of good restaraunts. There's a local little bakery near the coastal part of the university, too.
[...
It sounds like fun. He hasn't thought much about fun just walking around Berkeley for a while. Booker's been so busy with his classes, and he hasn't had the time to spare for nights with his team because of how much extra exercise he's had to throw into the mix the last few weeks...]
...Whatever you have the energy for. There's a lot we can try.
[A beat. He chuckles a little, letting his touch slide down Morgan's arm, as though he means to pull away but can't quite commit.]
Nowhere to try Smurfs, though. Sorry.
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But what about him? What would he do, as he is now? He's been conscious of how Barrett's hands have kept against him, mostly, and how he's failed to act. )
... We can do as much as there's time for.
( He gazes up at Barrett's bright smile, and finding this look is better on him, even if those painful things were things he - both of them - need to one day address. )
But you'll have to show me something that's as good as having a Smurf.
( Without explanation, his hands lifts some from his lap, palm up, as if offering for Barrett to take it. It's terrible of him, offloading the language of touch for the other person to fully initiate - he's not a native speaker. He doesn't know the words yet. But, he's... trying. )
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[He sees the opening of Morgan's hands rather quickly, looking down at the gesture before letting his own touch drop from Morgan's arm to instead gently take the smaller man's palms against his own.
Morgan's hands are so small under his own. He feels like every motion has to be gentle until he can figure out what Morgan wants here. If it's just some hand-holding, he can easily oblige. But at least immediately, his grip stays almost nonexistent, as though waiting for Morgan to give him further instruction.]
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... I don't think I've had ice cream in a long time. That wouldn't be bad. Is it hot there?
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It's not too bad, actually. It's supposed to be in the upper 70s this week, but it might hit the 80s again by the weekend. Maybe the sun will stay around long enough for ice cream to taste its best.
...Will it just be you?
[Morgan's dealing with a major injury. Barrett can't imagine the man can drive a car safely in this state, so... is someone else bringing him?]
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But, oh. He looks like he hadn't even considered the other bit... Comes part and parcel with a missing desire to care for your own well being. )
... I can get a ticket for my carer too. His name's Kabru. If he can't make it, it'll probably be Cithis who comes. She's the other carer.
( Ticket because he's rich and can afford to bleed money for a last second plane ticket twice, )
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[The touch is pleasant and something he doesn't feel the need to leave anytime soon, though he does at least pull his legs up onto the bed so that he can face Morgan a little better. It hasn't escaped him that Morgan's been intentional with it for once, rather than prompted. Maybe this game really was helping him.]
I have a bigger car, so another person isn't a big deal. I just want to make sure you guys have what you need.
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( He guesses it's kind of the same either way, whether they come or not. If they would rather come - Mithrun getting into some kind of accident while they're out enjoying themselves in NorCal might not reflect great on that performance review with his parents - he's not got the desire to protest. )
Kabru's polite. Cithis would probably try to tease you. But we wouldn't need anything else but space for another person, I guess. I can pay for everything.
( In a way that suggests he'd cover Barrett, too. )
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As far as his carer...]
I'll do what I can for you. But I'm not a doctor or anything. I don't want you in trouble if something happens while we're out. So if having one of your care team will help, then I'll try to be respectful.
Maybe they can find things to like about Berkeley, too.
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If you're sure. I don't mind either way.
As for my carers... That's true. They might like Berkley. ( He didn't really think of that. Maybe they'll like the ice cream and museums and things... ) They're not medical professionals, though. They just make sure I don't forget to eat and don't get hurt, and things like that. If something happens to me, you can both just call 911.
I should be fine, though.
( Says guy who's apparently not aware that he's just really bad at being alive, )
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[A squeeze of his hands just to punctuate that. Let him be a gentleman.]
Well, whatever you decide with them is okay with me. So long as you're safe.
How are you getting out here, anyway? Are you in California right now?
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Yes. I live in Malibu. I'm taking a plane up. Tickets aren't really expensive right now, so it wasn't hard to get one.
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[Something something barbie dreamhouseland, but
He pauses as a thought catches him.]
...Wait, you really bought a whole plane ticket to just come and watch me play football?
[He knew Morgan said he'd be there, but the realization of how much money he's spending to do so when he's not even a fan of team is kind of hitting him a little.]
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Yes. Since you said it was fine. It's better to be in the stands, right?
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Yeah.
...
[He flusters a tiny bit, losing his words. Morgan was rich, wasn't he? Maybe money wasn't an object...]
I didn't think you'd spend that much money just to come see my game. It's a surprise.
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... It's the first time a friend's invited me to watch them play.
( He thinks that's it? Like, a real friend. It just seemed to make sense to see it in person if he knew where he was playing... He's thinking about it as if Barrett were half an hour off and not across the entire state. )
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[He can't help but quietly laugh, though, very clearly touched. He's not sure Morgan gets it, given that response and what they've talked about before... but at least he can let Morgan know how happy it makes him feel.]
I'll have to play at my best, then. I've... never had a friend do that much just to come watch me play. Heh.
[The hands in his own are squeezed again, lifted slightly, an earnest joy to the motion despite how heavy the air has been.]
I don't want you to regret it.
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Did he do that?
Is that arrogant to think? Is it selfish to like it? The laugh feels like it works its way through his features and ticks up his temperature just a little warmer in Mithrun's hands. The way Barrett squeezes them, he wouldn't have minded if the pressure stayed a little longer.
His expression softens, though he doesn't know it. )
... I won't. I'll be there to see you.
( Whether or not Barrett gets to play, whether or not Barrett gets to be at the top of his game - he's there to see Barrett, and he will, so he's... strangely content with that. Anything else - any stellar performance on Barrett's part - that'd just be a bonus. Though, he guesses he wouldn't mind seeing his face plastered broad across the stadium screens, smile even brighter because he managed some goal or incredible feat. That wouldn't be bad, either. )
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[Excitement has his chest feeling full, his head light. He has Morgan's hands in his own, sees the softness that falls over his expression.
What would you have said, if you weren't drunk?
...
It crosses his mind for a second, along with buzz of excitement and the thump of his heart, the warmth of Morgan's palms in his fingers, and his gaze lingers with the subtlest sort of fondness.
But the time passes, as the eye contact breaks with a clearing of his throat.]
Um. Hey, I can give you my cell, if you want to let me know when you'll be in town. I can't always check Fragment when things get busy, but...
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... All right. I can send you mine, as well.
( Soon enough, Barrett will get Mithrun's number in his inbox. )
You can use it whenever. I don't mind.
( Not just to figure out the specifics of their meetup thing. )
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Mithrun will get a text a few moments later from a 510 area code: Barrett Blake. 👍]
Same here. So long as I'm not in classes or practice, you can reach me.
[It feels a little surreal. But swapping numbers with classmates or teammates at school wasn't too unusual. Still... he's never done it with someone online before.]
...Hey, uh.
I appreciate this a lot, Morgan. That you were okay talking with me, and letting me get to know a little more about you.
I wouldn't mind doing this more.
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Barrett fetches his attention back from his pondering, and surprise colors his face faintly. Was it really that interesting, learning about him? Maybe it was easier for Barrett than talking about himself - that, Mithrun doesn't mind. He guesses he doesn't mind too much at all if it means they keep talking. )
... Okay.
( It wasn't so bad talking to you either.
He feels conscious of Barrett's hands again, and how it feels to hold another person with him here. If he focuses on the feeling, he thinks he can feel the echoes of Barrett's heartbeat carried from his wrist.
He wonders if Barrett can feel his, too.
After a moment, Barrett gets a text back: Morgan Chatainne. Hello. His area code is indeed 310 - a fresh Malibu number, disconnected from numbers and phones he used before his accident. )
... I don't have anywhere else to go right now. So... I can stay.
( And he doesn't mean anything in particular by this - for someone who's usually productive with his time, he'd be fine if Barrett just wanted to hang around his room (he doesn't mind it being mostly empty), or wherever else in Fragment, and chat. A little like their food tour of the carnival. )
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You'll have to teach me how to say that. I'm no good with words.
[With reluctance, he takes one hand away just to readjust his weight against the bed, quickly pulling up several notifications on his HUD and immediately dismissing them.]
Well... what do you think you'd want to do, if we could do anything right now? You've been exploring a lot more than I have, so I wonder how much you've seen around here that I have been stuck at practice for, heh.
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