[ here is dad with a cigarette lit between his lips, a bag of takeout and a big cup of tea from the food court. he looks pretty tense, but looks over lavi before holding up his offering. ]
[hi space dad... Lavi's fortunately more cleaned up now. Bandages wrapped around his right shoulder and arm, and another one around his upper thigh. He cracks a smile, quiet and pained, as he holds up his good hand.]
...Just tea's fine, thanks.
[his voice is hoarse though, like he's spent hours screaming.]
[ yaywon im going to throttle you please turn on your location immediately.
lin jingheng sets the food down on the small desk and brings the tea over, putting it down where lavi can grab it when he wants. with that done, he can now drag over the desk chair and just frown unhappily, definitely noticing the rasp to his voice, and just. ]
[ he's nodding bc he knows nameless as cosmos. he does immediately frown tho because that's like. a kid who was just born basically and two injured people? hello????
lavi starts coughing and lin just immediately grabs whatever wastebasket it nearby and holds it under him, a hand immediately on his back to just rub carefully because maybe it's impulse maybe it's that he doesn't know what to do and feels oddly helpless because what's caring about someone else this much?
he's unfortunately wordless until it eases up, focused on just trying to soothe as best he can. weird feel. ]
[DON'T SAY UNFORTUNATELY WORDLESS sometimes all you need is that comforting back pat. thankfully, Lavi stops coughing almost as quickly as it started, gripping the edges of the wastebasket as he pulls himself back up to sitting,]
anyways, he'll still support the bucket if he needs and kind of stays closer now, hovering a little unhappily. is he... worried? wow. he's worried. and it's like etched in his brow so uncharacteristically. a bitch has forgotten how to be stoic as shit. ]
How often?
[ hand does not leave back. it stays, steady with care. ]
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w2, thursday
Hungry?
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...Just tea's fine, thanks.
[his voice is hoarse though, like he's spent hours screaming.]
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lin jingheng sets the food down on the small desk and brings the tea over, putting it down where lavi can grab it when he wants. with that done, he can now drag over the desk chair and just frown unhappily, definitely noticing the rasp to his voice, and just. ]
Where'd you end up?
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Lavi picks up the tea and looks down at it, rotating the cup slowly with his good hand,]
Ship took us to a castle. Felt like Earth. Didn't realize until later that it was Gideon and Harrow's world.
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he furrows his brow ]
The planet Harrow is from?
... What happened to your voice?
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. . .]
...There was some kinda ritual. It was pretty painful.
[therefore, the screaming]
It didn't feel like a puzzle this time.
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Just flat out torture this time.
[ they all came back in such a state, he's pretty concerned, and it's actually visible for once, etched in his brows. ]
You have someone to stay with tonight?
[ dad is making sure you are Protected. ]
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Tuuri, and Cosmos. Nameless --
[he doubles over suddenly, gasping, and then starts coughing out like a metric ton of blood, it's fine]
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lavi starts coughing and lin just immediately grabs whatever wastebasket it nearby and holds it under him, a hand immediately on his back to just rub carefully because maybe it's impulse maybe it's that he doesn't know what to do and feels oddly helpless because what's caring about someone else this much?
he's unfortunately wordless until it eases up, focused on just trying to soothe as best he can. weird feel. ]
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Sorry. [grimace] It keeps happening.
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anyways, he'll still support the bucket if he needs and kind of stays closer now, hovering a little unhappily. is he... worried? wow. he's worried. and it's like etched in his brow so uncharacteristically. a bitch has forgotten how to be stoic as shit. ]
How often?
[ hand does not leave back. it stays, steady with care. ]
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Lavi does look guilty at the obvious worry he can read in Jingheng's expression,]
...Maybe three -- four times so far? [probably four,] It comes and goes, but it never stays long.
[the hand is nice, even though he's half-expecting a nice knock to the head. like his gramps would.]
Did you have anything like that from your journey? Like an effect or something.