[Closed] misteaks' mistakes (catchall)

[gluttoning]

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]

Comments

[tinged]

[ normally, hani would gladly ogle bear all day, especially when the girls are oh-so-lovely and pious.

but... he really doesn't look good and they're immediately worried. they dab the sweat from his forehead with their kimono sleeve and cast an ul repth, which does nothing as he suspected. hm. :( ]

[gluttoning]

[At least his health bar is nice and shiny and assuredly full now.

There's a few beats of silence before his avatar jolts back to awareness as his headset's readjusted. His breathing is slightly uneven.]

Oh... h-hey, Hani.

[A deep inhale, a shaking exhale, his palm rolling tight against one of his legs. Shit, it still hurt...]

Sorry. I'll be okay. No injuries. Just... really hurt bad while I was in there. I c-- can't really shake it.

Maybe I gotta turn pain sensors off.

[tinged]

Bear-kun…

[ they kneel down next to him and keep dabbing at his brow, like a worried pet pawing at its big human to be okay. ]

Try it? Right now.

[gluttoning]

[He nods, a numb motion that makes the veil on his head drift as he pauses to pull up another menu. Another pause, as he considers, before shaking his head.]

No luck. [He groans lightly, leaning despite himself into their travelling touch across his forehead.] Ugh... I haven't felt this awful in a long time...

[tinged]

[ worry is such an uncomfortable feeling in their stomach and they shift unconsciously to offset the weight of it. ]

Do you… do you want to lay down for a bit?

[gluttoning]

I... um...

[He does nod, too uncomfortable to argue any different.

But. Just. Looking down at his current outfit situation. There is so much more leg than the good Lord Jesus Christ should allow. The girls are hanging on for dear life.]

Will I be able to get up later?