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[nobirdie]

Characters: Nageki Fujishiro and whoever!
Setting: The Library on the 3rd floor, room 2-06, or the hallways.
Format: I really REALLY prefer action I'm so bad with prose...
Summary: Nageki has finally acclimated to this "being human" thing. Kind of. So he's... hanging out in the library and wandering a little. Not very far, but you know.
Warnings: Nageki being adoradove and potential Hatoful Boyfriend BBL spoilers. Otherwise, nothing!

Library (floor 3):

[ Pipit had shown him the library, so he was quite pleased to get to work with a pile of books on a table, reading them all, absorbing all the information he can find.

Curiously, none of them seem to be on this Tower, though... if it weren't for the occasional page turn, you might not even tell there's a boy amongst this pile of books. But it IS hard not to notice the huge stack of them he's making with each new read one closed and put off to his left... bother the quiet boy? ]

Hallways:

[ He had come back from the library (reluctantly) because he had to eat, of course. Humans didn't just live on birdseed. He's slowly realizing he's no longer a ghost, but it's still a strange thing to get used to, people seeing him, so he's probably not expecting to run into anyone just yet. ... Given that, it'll probably be no surprise if he actually accidentally bumps into you, considering how lost in thought he is. ]

Room 2-06:

[ Nageki is in here laying in his bed, quiet. He seems to be overthinking something, and a copy of a book called "Night on the Galactic Railroad" is in his hands. Something is on his mind, and it seems to be more than just the book. ]

Comments

Hallways

[childhero]

[Link himself just finished eating and is going through the hallway on his way back when someone bumps into him.]

Ah -- Excuse me.

[... it's reflex, even though he's not the one who wasn't paying attention. But, oh well. Does it matter? Nope.

Is... this person okay, though? They seem awfully spacy.]

[nobirdie]

[ adkljshdg--!!

He hadn't even noticed... o-oops. Maybe he really IS alive. This is too weird. ]

...

[ Nageki is bad at this. I think that's where you say "sorry", dear. Aaaaaa please don't die on him random human he'll feel awful. ]

[childhero]

[... blink]

Are you okay?

[nobirdie]

[ ... Oh he's being spoken to, um. Picking up the book he dropped, now. ]

......... Fine. I'm fine.

[ Hello, I am Mister Antisocial. Nice to meet you. ]

[childhero]

Are you lost? I know my way around pretty well...

[nobirdie]

[ ... O-oh.

Um. ]

... I...

[ Am too stubborn to admit I'm new to both a human body and this place? Don't know how to ask for help? Am terrible with manners? Don't know how to socialize? Am worried you will drop dead any second? ]

No. ... No, I'm not lost.

[ He's not sounding too convincing. ]

[childhero]

[It's okay, Nageki. Link has dealt with many people who tsun harder than you do.]

Okay. [He'll pretend to believe him.] I'm Link. Is it okay if I ask where you're headed?

Hallways

[evokingfool]

[Thud.]

...! Excuse me.

[Reflex and politeness compel him to say it.]

[nobirdie]

[ ... Annnd he smacks into Minato, completely unaware. ]

... Sorry.

[ He dropped his copy of Night on the Galactic Railroad and the other books he had, though. Atlases, some sort of dystopian fiction piece, and a book about birds in Skyloft he'd gotten from Pipit.

He's. Not very good at this human thing yet, but he does manage to bend down to start picking them up without falling on his face. A mild success? ]

[evokingfool]

[Minato bends down to help pick up the books. Hm, interesting selections of them.]

[nobirdie]

[ Ah.

... A picture slides out of one of the books, showing two birds side by side. A small mourning dove, and some other bird--they seem pretty happy, actually. It's hard to say when this was taken, but it looks more like a photo of... two people, than two birds. ]

...

[ He hadn't... meant for that to be seen. ]

You... you're a human, right?

[evokingfool]

[He blinks at the question, before nodding.]

Yeah, I am. [Judging from the question, the other boy is probably not human. He picks up the photo as well, holding it out to him.]

You dropped this.

[nobirdie]

[ He takes the photo back quietly, putting it back in the book it fell from. He'd say thanks, except what is socializing. ]

You... haven't run into anybirdie... claiming to have been a bird, have you?

[ Because... he hopes. Against hope, that maybe Ryouta and the others will appear (except Shuu) and be like him, or be safe... ]

2-06

[biiirrrdsss]

[Yeah; Pipit's returning from doing something... that he'd be doing. Probably training on the meadow floor, or drawing pictures of the birds on the forest floor.

But either way, he sees Nageki resting on his bed, with that expression...]

Rupee for your thoughts, Nageki?

[nobirdie]

[ Nageki is silent for a long time, before he finally speaks. ]

Huh?

[ ... Totally paying attention, yeah. ]

[biiirrrdsss]

I'm wondering what's on your mind, Nageki!
You've got a very solemn look on your face.

[A pause.]

More solemn than normal, of course!

[nobirdie]

[ ... Is it okay for him to tell Pipit?

... He supposes it must be. ]

I was just thinking... about death.

[ He's such a cheery young bird. ]

[biiirrrdsss]

... Ah. A very serious topic, then.

[He sits on the edge of his own bed, unhooking the belt that keeps his sheath on his back and sliding it all into his trunk.]

What about it, friend? I'm sure there's many different things to consider, with a bit of a morbid topic like that.

[nobirdie]

... Oh, no, you misunderstand. I don't mean anyone else...

[ Only because Nageki has yet to explain his situation. But, still. After all, he should be dead, right? ]

You can see me.

[ It's said curiously, almost as though he's talking to himself. ]

... But you're alive...

Library

[hystericull]

[Okay. Admittedly, reading wasn't high on Gamzee's list of favorite pastimes, but exploring was! That said, he was busying himself around the library, collecting stern glares and varying degrees of shooshes of the non-conciliatory nature. Most of the people in here were no fun! Some seemed pretty intent on getting a good zone going, though, which he could appreciate. Like this boy here with the bright green hair! Such a bright green...!

(Almost) learning his lesson about being silent, he quietly made his way to the table where the smaller boy had piled a tower of books. His golden eyes peered through the cracks in between the stacks in observation. His position would have probably gone unnoticed if it weren't for the pair of giant horns that stuck out over the top of the books, however.]

[nobirdie]

[ Nageki notices the horns, but not immediately. It takes him until he's finished this book and sat it aside that he notes them, then blinks in confusion.

...

...

...

...

...

Then, experimentally, he tugs on one. What is it...? ]

[hystericull]

[Well, good job, Nageki. Yanking on his horn like that is a one-way ticket to a racket of fire-alarm proportions. He honks and flails, knocking a few books off of the precariously stacked tower and generally making a cacophony of noises you wouldn't want to hear in a library.]

[nobirdie]

[ Which sends Nageki into being startled, letting go, and then nearly falling out of his chair.

Well. ... ]

A-ahh!

[ What IS that?! ]

[hystericull]

[The crazy, gray alien boy flails around a little bit more, honking out the last of his alarmed honks and falling in a heap against the top of the desk. His super long arms and hair just tangle all around themselves, and he takes some time to pick his clownish face up from lying flat.]

Motherfuck, brother, why you gotta be getting to up and all snatch a bro by his fuckin' horns like that?

[nobirdie]

I... wasn't aware.

[ Oh dear god what are you ]

That they were... on somebirdie's head, I mean.

[ ... Kind of staring. And. Holding a book. Failing to look threatening. What IS this.... thing.......??? ]