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Characters: Rat, every Disney film ever, and YOU.
Setting: Floor 14
Format: Up to you.
Summary: Rat drowns out months-worth of his dead world by watching cartoons about talking animals.
Warnings: Dystopian angst and Lion King spoilers idek. Potentially boys kissing other boys if when Shion shows up.

[ He's been back for barely a day, and it's a nightmare. Eating is still off-limits, the idea of consuming anything more than a little soup makes him nauseated. He can't sleep, too jumpy to relax and too full of thoughts to close his eyes. He'll be forced back to his bed eventually, but he's resisting for as long as he can. So instead, he's reclined in a bean-bag chair on the media floor, watching an old film about lions. Animals are safe. He doesn't remember animal corpses.

And then a film about mice. Fairies. Dogs. Birds. Foxes. Cats. And then another about lions. He's never seen half of these animals in real life.

He's not going to move for a while. ]

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The pause before Rat nodded was long enough that he felt his pride remained intact, and he extended one hand for the remote.

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Shion nodded slowly and handed it to him before flopping back next to him in the beanbag.

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[ AN ENTIRE FILM ABOUT SINGING LIONS LATER ]

He honestly hadn't been paying attention for the last quarter of the film, intent as he was with keeping his eyes open and fixed on the screen. By the time everything had been resolved and the credits were rolling, he was slumped bonelessly against the arm of the chair behind him.

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[Well that was not half as tragic enough to actually be Hamlet. Shion turned to say this to Rat to find him fast asleep against the chair. Shion was glad he was finally getting some rest but he couldn't stay here. Monsters were a danger and for true bed you needed to be in bed for some reason Shion didn't yet understand.

So he lifted Rat, still quietly amazed that he could do that now, and carried him up to the dormitory floors, finding Rat's room and guessing which bed was his.]

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You know what they say, true bed is important. That's why Rat was uncharacteristically dead to the world for several hours, and luckily none of his roommates returned to the dormitory during that day, because Shion had chosen incorrectly.

The disorientation from waking up somewhere completely different was enough to have him tense - how had he gotten here? - but someone was at the foot of the bed, and he didn't move.

[savedbyasong]

"It's just me." Shion spoke softly before Rat could assume he was a trespasser and attack or something.

He shifted from where he had been sat crossed legged trying not to move too much in case he had woken Rat.

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"What time is it?" was Rat's first, grumpy acknowledgement as he finally sat up. He glanced around, absently running a hand through his hair to straighten it, and reoriented himself so he could move to his own bed. "Actually, forget it. It doesn't matter."

[savedbyasong]

"About time for dinner. Since you're asking." Said pointedly, he will drag you down to eat Rat.

Oh... was this the wrong bed... whoops...