maybe there's nothing

[yougotthatwrong]

Characters: Makoto Naegi and OPEN
Setting: Dorm Floors
Format: bracketspam!
Summary: He's tired, he just wanted to sleep.
Warnings: Suicidal thoughts, possible death.

[Spring // Everywhere]
[Maizono-san left.

Again.

To him, this chilling rain fit his current mood all too well as he just stood there in the hallways, trudging through silently as he did nothing of sorts to even protect himself. In fact, he was too tired that the only thing he could do was to walk on and try to get his bearings together. February and March at this point, could go to hell for all he care- but that'd be too strong a word for him, hell.

But it's really fitting, since this tower could be comparable to that.

His thoughts were interrupted as he collapsed on a heap, exhaustion, hunger and the cold finally getting to him as he just lied there on the ground, looking as if he's about to die.]

Comments

[prayed]

Sure. It's gotta be better than just moping around.

[She smirks.]

Plus, the sooner you figure something out, the sooner I can quit carrying you around.

[Not that she minds, not really. He's light enough that it's not much of a problem, but he seemed pretty flustered about it before.]

[yougotthatwrong]

[He was about to answer, before he realized no thanks to her second sentence that he's still being carried.

BY A GIRL.

So don't mind him returning back to spaz mode for a while.]

A-ah! I'm alright now! You can put me down!

[prayed]

[Kyoko snickers at his sudden embarrassment. She's not particularly object to the idea of setting him down, but she's not quite looking forward to the possibility of having to lift him back up if he falls flat on his face again, either.]

You sure? It'd probably be easier if I just carry you the rest of the way now, y'know. The way you are now, you'd probably just wind up slowing me down.

(ooc: I'm so sorry this tag is so late! I've been sick, so I haven't been able to tag. I'll totally understand if you want to drop it, though!)

[yougotthatwrong]

I'm sure, positive even!

[no he really won't fall flat on his face again you gotta believe him!!!

But no, his tone is really suggesting that he's still a bit mortified that someone had to exert themselves for him while they're not supposed to.]

[prayed]

Tch. You say that, but I bet you'll lose your balance the second you're on your feet again.

[Still, after a moment more of deliberating she ultimately settles on setting him down on the floor. She's not particularly confident that he's not just embarrassed about the unexpected help, but it can't hurt to give him the chance to prove himself.]

[yougotthatwrong]

Oof.

[That's the sound he made as he tried to regain his footing with the flooded floor.

Well, at least he's not falling over yet.]

[prayed]

[She starts to move forward to catch him out of habit, but ultimately decides to just watch him for a few moments more. He's still standing, at least.]

What were you laying on the ground for anyway? You can't just tell me that it was just 'cause you didn't feel like getting up, y'know.

[Or rather, he can, but she has no intention of accepting that answer.]

[yougotthatwrong]

A friend of mine left.

[it's simple enough, really. But considering the last time they parted was in a bad way, it's only natural for him to be filled with guilt right now.]

[prayed]

So what? It's not like you'll never see them again.

[yougotthatwrong]

I won't.

[he sounds so certain, it's as if she's—]

She's not supposed to be alive.

[prayed]

So like, nothing's changed. She just got put back down. From the very beginning you should've known that things would turn out this way.

[She shrug. For once the earnest confidence that usually colors her words is absent, giving way to a quiet, uncertain bitterness. She doesn't quite meet his gaze, her mind wandering elsewhere for the briefest of moments. Naegi's words managed to hit a nerve and it shows.

After all, his friend isn't the only one who should be dead.]

[yougotthatwrong]

Even so...

[Over something that was entirely his fault right before he had the chance to resolve it.]

Wouldn't it be the right thing to do to the things you wanted to do with them before they fade again?

[prayed]

[Kyoko shrugs. She knows well what it's like to have a friend die before they could patch things up, but...]

It's not gonna make them any less dead, so what does it matter? Things like that're just for your own satisfaction.

[A beat.]

No matter how much you say or do, once they're gone you're just gonna find yourself wishing for more time. That kind of of ending's inevitable, y'know.

[yougotthatwrong]

I know.

[there's a moment of silence as he pondered over her words, facing the ground rather than her eyes.]

Doesn't make it hurt less, though.

[prayed]

[...

This place really is making her soft. She pulls a small, plastic baggie of chocolates out of her pocket, holding them out to Makoto with a slight smile.]

You learn to live with it.

[yougotthatwrong]

[He blinked at the gesture, but gave her a small smile in reply as he took it from her.]

...thanks, by the way.

['for being a friend'.]

[prayed]

[She chuckles.]

C'mon. I haven't done anything you'd need to thank me for, y'know. You were just in the way.

[She knows he's probably not referring to her carrying him (he seemed too flustered about it for that,) but that won't stop her from trying to tease him a little.]

[yougotthatwrong]

And if you didn't find me, I'd probably have lost.

[just saying that you're really appreciated by him okay...]

[prayed]

[Stop it Makoto, you're embarrassing her.]

Jeez. You're really starting to cramp my style now, y'know! If you really wanna thank me, just make sure I don't wind up having to do it again.

[yougotthatwrong]

Y-yeah, I promise, no more mental breakdowns in the future.

[#irony.]