[Nagito leads Sunny to the one he's been using. It's the smallest one--Nagito picked it specifically because he assumed nobody else would want it. It's impressively clean inside. He herds Sunny to a chair.] Can you get that cloth off yourself? I want to clean that, while it's off. I can give you something temporary to use while it dries. Don't worry, I'm confident in my cleaning abilities.
[Sunny obediently sits in the chair, nodding. He could take it off. And… he opened his mouth to say so but… his voice was stuck in his throat.
It wasn’t Nagito’s fault, Sunny reasoned, as his hands shook while he removed the blindfold. He was mostly comfortable with Nagito. It was just…
Sitting in a chair like this. Questions simply being asked of him, simple actions to be done… it felt a lot like the doctor’s. Or therapy. And even though Sunny focused on taking calming breaths, on moving slowly, on the task at hand… that didn’t make a difference to his mind.]
[Sunny shakes his head, the situation still rendering him mostly mute.
It doesn’t hurt… it hadn’t since the hours after he had left the River upon arrival. That was something to be thankful for, right?
And yet… the memory of it, the idea that it could hurt, the thought that someone might be disgusted if he took that scrap of fabric off or if it had gotten worse…
That scared him.
What if Nagito was freaked out when he looked at it? What if he didn’t want to spend time with Sunny anymore afterwards?]
Alright, that's good! Pain can be a sign of infection, after all! [He sits down across from Sunny. There isn't a hint of squeamishness in his expression.] Now, can I see? Can you open your eye? If you can't, it's fine. Wounds act kind of weird here, anyway.
[Oh, good to know. Sunny wasn’t sure if the lack of any discomfort in Nagito’s expression was calming or concerning. Better that he wasn’t freaking out though.]
‘Weird’…? [How were wounds weird here? Focus on that, not on how his hands are still shaking as he unknots the back of the strip of fabric.]
All of the injuries the others got during the Crossing healed immediately. And I can't speak for anyone else, but I know my arm's hardly bothered me while I've been here. [He glances at his mechanical arm. He hasn't had any phantom pain at all since he arrived, and no soreness in his scars.] So it could be that your eye is a lot better than you're imagining, even if you can't use it!
[Nagito’s explanation… actually helped to calm Sunny a bit. Could it be better than he was imagining? The teen certainly had an overactive imagination, he would be the first to (silently) admit that.
So his hands trembled a little less, his breaths a bit surer, as he nodded.]
O-ok…
[It wasn’t really a response, more the small admission that Sunny could get out of his tight throat. Progress, though.
Even as he hesitated for a few moments to attempt opening his eye.]
[Kel never had to be a protective big brother: He was the one kept safe by Hero and Sally didn't need protection, his parents wreright THERE. But Sunny? And Mari? After all that happened, Kel refused to let themon their own, so he didd notice Mari leave with Frieda (Someone he trusted, actually) and shortly after... Sunny with Nagito.
Did he feel like a nagging grandma when after a bit he decided to go check on them? Did they leave because Sunny was feeling overwhelmed? Did Kel managed to somehow miss it? He... checked with the other presents and started then moving toward the shelter where he saw the two going. Knock knock against one of the walls as he peered in-]
Hey... everything okay over here? Just checking on everyone.
[Lies. But hey- he DID pretend to care about others as much as he did toward the other two teens from Faraway]
[Nagito is just examining Sunny's eyelid--might as well while Sunny works up the courage to actually open it--when he hears the knocking and, almost immediately after, Kel's voice. He turns, smiling.]
You know, you're really supposed to wait until someone says you can come in after you knock.
[Sunny’s heart jolts in his chest - is that still a thing that happens? It feels like it - when he hears that knock, and one hand quickly flies up to cover his eye. He’s almost relieved as Nagito turns to address the person who enters, as his body is stuck between some mixture of paling and flushing, the tips of his ears burning while the rest of him feels jittery again.
It was just Kel. That fact should have relaxed him. It shouldn’t matter, because Kel had already been there, his friend already knew (not that Sunny had allowed anyone to look too closely at his eye anyway, but Kel knew), and yet…
The teen wasn’t sure why he felt afraid. Maybe it was because the memory held such a bad experience for the both of them. For Sunny, first hand, as he vividly remembered that flash of silver glinting off an otherwise dark room.
But Kel… Kel had been in the house too. He must have heard the struggle from the other room, blocked by a door that wouldn’t open, held by Something that wouldn’t let Sunny leave-
And suddenly the room they were in felt too tight, his lungs too small, the air too hot-]
[Right. He should have knocked- Kel just had an instinctive hatred for doors by that point... or stuff getting generally in the way between himself and the people he cared about.]
Well, it's not like anyone around here has any privacy, buddy. I'm getting used to that, I admit, it's nice. Beside that one time one of us started snoring and I was trying to rest nearby, who knew we still had the ability to sleep!
[And things were... tense. A glance in Sunny's direction and he knew he messed up- he looked so tense. What.. were they even talking about? Oh- oh the eye was uncovered. It did make his heart skip a beat and not in a positive way- fortuantely enough, Kel was getting better and better at pretending eveything was fine.]
Oh, I see, checking on your status? That's nice and very smart of you two. I just assumed that since stuff doesn't seem to hurt here, it was okay, but...
[He didn't dare to ask. He couldn't. That night? He was never going to forget it it, even if the door opened so easily for him -the fastest of their group and the first one to rush in-.Well, that wasn't completely true, everything felt like a blur and he knew memories couldn't stay, but the feelings of that moment? They still sit in his chest. The fear, the confusion, the rage as he pushed Basil away from Sunny's body, the way he ended up staring in the mirror as his clothes were stained in his friend's blood... but at least it wasn't as bad as the event that ended their lives.]
Hey, no need to look like this. I promise I like all of my best friend, even if you're spaceboy coded now.
[Yep.The air in the room was suddenly too warm and he felt like he couldn't breathe, but Kel refuses to back away unless asked to.]
[Nagito reaches out without looking to a nearby table, where he grabs a paper bag. Then he does turn to Sunny.] Breathe into this. It's not just an old wives' tale, it really does help.
I figured I'd take a look at Sunny-kun's eye, to make sure it was doing alright. I've seen worse, so for me it isn't--
[He looks back at Kel again, casually, and pauses.] Do you want a paper bag, too?
[Sunny’s vision began to darken at the edges, so Nagito’s instructions aren’t overly clear at first. The other is holding out a bag… and when he takes it, his hands are trembling.
Dark eyes stare at the bag before Nagito’s words register, a bit belated. He breathes in and out, in and out… and whatever Kel and Nagito say blurs into background noise. He feels less like puking though, and the tension slowly leaves his body, replaced by an echo of remorse.
He may be holding the bag in front of his face to hide if he doesn’t puke in it…]
[Does it really? Kel has seen it on movie but it always seems.... just there for making a scene? The teen waited there, by the door, not sure if he wanted to go in and try to reassure Sunny or not-]
I'm... good. Again, nothing there of Sunny can me me uncomfortable. No bag for me. Can I step closer?
[What a goddarn lie. But he is playing the part of the perfect friend, as long as he can at least, so there's that.]
Breathe, Sunny, it's all okay. You're between friends and nothing is wrong.
[Nagito stands up; he only has two chairs.] If you'd like to sit down, I don't mind. Whatever Sunny-kun would like. I don't mind standing!
[Nagito doesn't really think Sunny has it in him to make Kel leave, but maybe the control will help Sunny calm down? Also, Nagito currently judges himself the least likely to pass out in this room.]
[Was that his fault? Kel bit his own lips and shok his head. He was still pretty much standing by the door and not moving in.]
Nah, you two can have the chairs. I just- you know. I'm trying to keep tabs on people. Making sure you're all okay- not sure what I can do more but duh.
[He felt... like a total idiot?]
Let's give our friend a moment to calm down, mh? Is everything... okay, overall?
[Nagito sits back down.] Well, if you do have to sit for whatever reason, you can use the bed!
[Nagito has found bedding for it and made it perfectly. It's possible he found sheets exclusively so he could make the bed.]
The eyelid looks fine. [Nagito was able to get a look at that, at least.] And I already told him, but I'm going to clean that piece of your shirt Sunny-kun is using, but I'll give it back once I'm done. Whenever Sunny-kun is ready I'll take a look at the rest of it.
[Kel and Nagito's conversation is still droning on, like background music. Pleasant, low, a constant sound...
Sunny attempts to give Kel a thumbs up. It's shaky, but... progress.
And then one word Nagito mentioned sinks in: bed.]
Ah...
[He lets out a small noise at the realization. Maybe if he could just... relax. Somehow. Then he wouldn't have to be here and...
The thought of that - the sheer possibility of it - has Sunny standing on shaky legs, the paper bag still clutched tight to his chest. Hopefully the others didn't have a problem with him pretty much flopping face-first onto said bed (was it Nagito's? Should he have asked? Too late to do so). They could have the chairs.
(The mattress was solid, not new, but it certainly didn't feel like it was broken in. No indents where there should be - either someone hadn't slept on this one or everyone was lighter when they were dead. The sheets made it bearable. 6/10)
Somehow the teen flipped over, going from beached whale to laying solidly on his back staring up at the ceiling. His right eye, the injured one, was closest to the edge of the mattress. That... should make it easier, right?
No explanation given though, and Sunny is just awkwardly laying there now...]
[He just... stood there by the door.] I'm good, really, I'm doing a lot of sitting around. There isn't much to do around this place.
[And he... listened. Nodding.The eyelid was fine, that was... better than he thought, but then again...]
It's not surprising, there were doctors... huh... handling it. They knew better than I do for sure.
[There were far too many memories of that night he wanted to push away, but knowing Sunny was in good hands had been... reassuring at least.]
And, wait. This one will not disappear so... if you want I can give another piece of shirt? I need to get a new one anyway but there are corners that are still decent and he may have a change? I'm just asking for his comfort here, really.
[And then Sunny is up, walking and... flopping in bed. He's silent for a couple of seconds and then lets out a small chuckle.]
Looks like someone claimed it already- which, honestly? its good to see.
[Nagito watches as Sunny collapses onto the bed. Well, alright then. Nagito stands so he can move his chair over beside the bed.]
If you rip up much more of that shirt you might as well go around shirtless. [Nagito sounds amused by the idea.] Having two permanent covers would be a good idea, but someone could request an eyepatch from Ferryman-san instead, if you'd like to remain clothed.
[He sees Sunny has rolled over, which is good. It looks like the examination is still going to go forward.] You don't mind if I lean over you, do you? Back home, sometimes people would say I tended to, ah, "loom like a creepier Slenderman". [Thanks, Saionji-san.]
[Nagito did have a point - Kel’s shirt was pretty much in tatters already. Sunny would feel awful if Kel had nothing to wear, even if they were in a sweltering Desert for now and Kel would probably proclaim that he was entering his ‘Tarzan era’ if a shirt wasn’t needed…]
Eyepatch… [The whisper left him as his throat opened up, the bed already working its magic to relax his tense posture. An eyepatch might be cool… then he would look kind of like a space pirate… but wait, Sunny wasn’t cool enough for that! The idea was tempting though. He wouldn’t say no if someone ordered strongly suggested that it was a good idea.
The teen nodded in consent for Nagito to continue his work, even if that thought alone had his heartbeat speed up again. Breathe. In and out. One, two, three, four. And repeat.
[The teen offered a small shrug in Nagito's direction.]
I'm already looking for a replacement because this thing isn't going to stay up much longer. So much got showing my love for Omodog wherever I go...
[A big, overly dramatic sigh followed. Just to be silly and make a scene, nothing more, his shirt needed a change anyway... it was eventually going to fall apart.]
And... yeah. I can go ask for an eyepatch. Since it's not for me, maybe the Ferryman will give me something, actually. Note taken. Sunny, you're going to look like Spaceboy,but cooler!
[For the rest? He finally stepped in, crossing his arms and standing closer to the two. He... heard the doctors talk with Hero his friend group. He knows about the eye being removed since it was too damaged, but he didn't see the wound past the intial night.]
Hey buddy, need me to chatter around and offer a distraction?
I have it on good authority eyepatches make people look very badass! [Surely this is a good thing. Kuzuryu-kun always made it sound like a good thing. Nagito shifts a little to give Kel more space by the bed if he'd like it.] Are you ready to open your eye, Sunny-kun?
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It wasn’t Nagito’s fault, Sunny reasoned, as his hands shook while he removed the blindfold. He was mostly comfortable with Nagito. It was just…
Sitting in a chair like this. Questions simply being asked of him, simple actions to be done… it felt a lot like the doctor’s. Or therapy. And even though Sunny focused on taking calming breaths, on moving slowly, on the task at hand… that didn’t make a difference to his mind.]
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Does it hurt? I probably should have asked that earlier, actually.
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It doesn’t hurt… it hadn’t since the hours after he had left the River upon arrival. That was something to be thankful for, right?
And yet… the memory of it, the idea that it could hurt, the thought that someone might be disgusted if he took that scrap of fabric off or if it had gotten worse…
That scared him.
What if Nagito was freaked out when he looked at it? What if he didn’t want to spend time with Sunny anymore afterwards?]
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‘Weird’…? [How were wounds weird here? Focus on that, not on how his hands are still shaking as he unknots the back of the strip of fabric.]
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So his hands trembled a little less, his breaths a bit surer, as he nodded.]
O-ok…
[It wasn’t really a response, more the small admission that Sunny could get out of his tight throat. Progress, though.
Even as he hesitated for a few moments to attempt opening his eye.]
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Did he feel like a nagging grandma when after a bit he decided to go check on them? Did they leave because Sunny was feeling overwhelmed? Did Kel managed to somehow miss it? He... checked with the other presents and started then moving toward the shelter where he saw the two going. Knock knock against one of the walls as he peered in-]
Hey... everything okay over here? Just checking on everyone.
[Lies. But hey- he DID pretend to care about others as much as he did toward the other two teens from Faraway]
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It was just Kel. That fact should have relaxed him. It shouldn’t matter, because Kel had already been there, his friend already knew (not that Sunny had allowed anyone to look too closely at his eye anyway, but Kel knew), and yet…
The teen wasn’t sure why he felt afraid. Maybe it was because the memory held such a bad experience for the both of them. For Sunny, first hand, as he vividly remembered that flash of silver glinting off an otherwise dark room.
But Kel… Kel had been in the house too. He must have heard the struggle from the other room, blocked by a door that wouldn’t open, held by Something that wouldn’t let Sunny leave-
And suddenly the room they were in felt too tight, his lungs too small, the air too hot-]
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Well, it's not like anyone around here has any privacy, buddy. I'm getting used to that, I admit, it's nice. Beside that one time one of us started snoring and I was trying to rest nearby, who knew we still had the ability to sleep!
[And things were... tense. A glance in Sunny's direction and he knew he messed up- he looked so tense. What.. were they even talking about? Oh- oh the eye was uncovered. It did make his heart skip a beat and not in a positive way- fortuantely enough, Kel was getting better and better at pretending eveything was fine.]
Oh, I see, checking on your status? That's nice and very smart of you two. I just assumed that since stuff doesn't seem to hurt here, it was okay, but...
[He didn't dare to ask. He couldn't. That night? He was never going to forget it it, even if the door opened so easily for him -the fastest of their group and the first one to rush in-.Well, that wasn't completely true, everything felt like a blur and he knew memories couldn't stay, but the feelings of that moment? They still sit in his chest. The fear, the confusion, the rage as he pushed Basil away from Sunny's body, the way he ended up staring in the mirror as his clothes were stained in his friend's blood... but at least it wasn't as bad as the event that ended their lives.]
Hey, no need to look like this. I promise I like all of my best friend, even if you're spaceboy coded now.
[Yep.The air in the room was suddenly too warm and he felt like he couldn't breathe, but Kel refuses to back away unless asked to.]
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I figured I'd take a look at Sunny-kun's eye, to make sure it was doing alright. I've seen worse, so for me it isn't--
[He looks back at Kel again, casually, and pauses.] Do you want a paper bag, too?
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Dark eyes stare at the bag before Nagito’s words register, a bit belated. He breathes in and out, in and out… and whatever Kel and Nagito say blurs into background noise. He feels less like puking though, and the tension slowly leaves his body, replaced by an echo of remorse.
He may be holding the bag in front of his face to hide if he doesn’t puke in it…]
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I'm... good. Again, nothing there of Sunny can me me uncomfortable. No bag for me. Can I step closer?
[What a goddarn lie. But he is playing the part of the perfect friend, as long as he can at least, so there's that.]
Breathe, Sunny, it's all okay. You're between friends and nothing is wrong.
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[Nagito doesn't really think Sunny has it in him to make Kel leave, but maybe the control will help Sunny calm down? Also, Nagito currently judges himself the least likely to pass out in this room.]
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Besides… it was just Kel. And breathing into that paper bag was doing wonders for the teen’s nerves, at least for now.]
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Nah, you two can have the chairs. I just- you know. I'm trying to keep tabs on people. Making sure you're all okay- not sure what I can do more but duh.
[He felt... like a total idiot?]
Let's give our friend a moment to calm down, mh? Is everything... okay, overall?
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[Nagito has found bedding for it and made it perfectly. It's possible he found sheets exclusively so he could make the bed.]
The eyelid looks fine. [Nagito was able to get a look at that, at least.] And I already told him, but I'm going to clean that piece of your shirt Sunny-kun is using, but I'll give it back once I'm done. Whenever Sunny-kun is ready I'll take a look at the rest of it.
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Sunny attempts to give Kel a thumbs up. It's shaky, but... progress.
And then one word Nagito mentioned sinks in: bed.]
Ah...
[He lets out a small noise at the realization. Maybe if he could just... relax. Somehow. Then he wouldn't have to be here and...
The thought of that - the sheer possibility of it - has Sunny standing on shaky legs, the paper bag still clutched tight to his chest. Hopefully the others didn't have a problem with him pretty much flopping face-first onto said bed (was it Nagito's? Should he have asked? Too late to do so). They could have the chairs.
(The mattress was solid, not new, but it certainly didn't feel like it was broken in. No indents where there should be - either someone hadn't slept on this one or everyone was lighter when they were dead. The sheets made it bearable. 6/10)
Somehow the teen flipped over, going from beached whale to laying solidly on his back staring up at the ceiling. His right eye, the injured one, was closest to the edge of the mattress. That... should make it easier, right?
No explanation given though, and Sunny is just awkwardly laying there now...]
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[And he... listened. Nodding.The eyelid was fine, that was... better than he thought, but then again...]
It's not surprising, there were doctors... huh... handling it. They knew better than I do for sure.
[There were far too many memories of that night he wanted to push away, but knowing Sunny was in good hands had been... reassuring at least.]
And, wait. This one will not disappear so... if you want I can give another piece of shirt? I need to get a new one anyway but there are corners that are still decent and he may have a change? I'm just asking for his comfort here, really.
[And then Sunny is up, walking and... flopping in bed. He's silent for a couple of seconds and then lets out a small chuckle.]
Looks like someone claimed it already- which, honestly? its good to see.
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If you rip up much more of that shirt you might as well go around shirtless. [Nagito sounds amused by the idea.] Having two permanent covers would be a good idea, but someone could request an eyepatch from Ferryman-san instead, if you'd like to remain clothed.
[He sees Sunny has rolled over, which is good. It looks like the examination is still going to go forward.] You don't mind if I lean over you, do you? Back home, sometimes people would say I tended to, ah, "loom like a creepier Slenderman". [Thanks, Saionji-san.]
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for nowand Kel would probably proclaim that he was entering his ‘Tarzan era’ if a shirt wasn’t needed…]Eyepatch… [The whisper left him as his throat opened up, the bed already working its magic to relax his tense posture. An eyepatch might be cool… then he would look kind of like a space pirate… but wait, Sunny wasn’t cool enough for that! The idea was tempting though. He wouldn’t say no if someone
orderedstrongly suggested that it was a good idea.The teen nodded in consent for Nagito to continue his work, even if that thought alone had his heartbeat speed up again. Breathe. In and out. One, two, three, four. And repeat.
He still hadn’t opened his eye again.]
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I'm already looking for a replacement because this thing isn't going to stay up much longer. So much got showing my love for Omodog wherever I go...
[A big, overly dramatic sigh followed. Just to be silly and make a scene, nothing more, his shirt needed a change anyway... it was eventually going to fall apart.]
And... yeah. I can go ask for an eyepatch. Since it's not for me, maybe the Ferryman will give me something, actually. Note taken. Sunny, you're going to look like Spaceboy,but cooler!
[For the rest? He finally stepped in, crossing his arms and standing closer to the two. He... heard the doctors talk with
Herohis friend group. He knows about the eye being removed since it was too damaged, but he didn't see the wound past the intial night.]Hey buddy, need me to chatter around and offer a distraction?
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