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[onegreeneye]

Who: Hector and the Ryslig crew
What: Hector would rather not be left alone with no body.
When: Way backdated to August 24
Where: the Ryslig cottage
Warnings: disembodied skulls, v spooky

After calling his housemates, it doesn’t take too long for Ginko to get himself and Hector to the monsters’ shared cottage - it’s really just a trip to the mana pool away, after all.

He lets out a breath of relief when he steps inside, out of the morning sun that’s already starting to weigh on him, prickling at his neck and hands where his skin is exposed. “Hey. Any preference for where to sit, Hector?”

Not that they have a lot of seating, but, whatever.

Comments

[vagabone]

Pardon him for being somewhat subdued. It's going to be a very long day. "No, table's fine."

He really is a head, imagine that--not that either he or Ginko would joke about this. As pranks go, it wouldn't be very funny. He can't turn his head, he can't look around to see where the other two guys are. And that's terrible.

"...so, how is everyone?"

I'm SO sorry holy fuck

[conscientiousobject]

"The weather is nice." Epsilon's voice comes from behind Hector, but he's already coming around the table so Hector can see him. It's very casual, as Epsilon goes--actively bright rather than just politely friendly.

Where he's from, there's already an etiquette to this kind of situation--admittedly, the heads usually belong to robots and not the living dead, but it's almost always a similar matter of maintenance or repair.

With that in mind, the weather isn't a deflection. 'How he's doing' is pretty often just a weather report. The main difference between being a nymph and a robot is that rain is just as exciting as sunshine.

SHHHHH UR GOOD

[solperierat]

Edward shrugs from the corner he'd settled himself, frowning as he watches Ginko set Hector down. He'd gotten used to a skeleton wandering around after a while, it's hardly worse than some wendigos he'd seen around, but just the head...

Eesh.

[onegreeneye]

Got it.

[Ginko gets Hector settled, but he doesn't sit down right away himself. Instead, he just shifts awkwardly in place, glancing toward the entrance again. If people are coming back, more might need help, not to mention the chance of the clinic ending up with patients...

With his hands free, he rubs awkwardly at his neck, avoiding his bruises.] You going to be alright here? If... any of you need anything, I should be able to get it when I go back out. After--

[He almost says after stopping by the clinic, but he doesn't know if he should bring that up around Hector right now.] In a while, anyway.

[vagabone]

"Hola, Eps. Epsito. Pepsito?"

The trick is to act casual, cheerful and peppy, until it becomes real. However long it takes. A bit of mania in his tone is much better than panic! They can't do anything for him, there's no need to rub it in their faces.

"...you live here, Ginko, don't let me boot you out."

[conscientiousobject]

"Pepsito?" Epsilon echoes, looking (very briefly, fleetingly even) surprised. Then he smiles, openly embracing the new nickname.

He is already concerned about Hector, but not a lot he can do for the man. Not right now, anyway. He's holding the comparison--robots and skeletons--in reserve, but wuld it be more or less helpful to say it? Even he has no idea, so he's erring on the side of caution.

"No one is being booted out. Though I don't know why Ginko is offering to go when it's daylight. I'm right here, you know." His sense of humour has not actually gotten any less dry over time.

[solperierat]

Ed casts Ginko an annoyed look as well, crossing his arms and staring him down--or at least he does until Hector breaks out that nickname. He would have snorted in laughter, but sadly he hasn't gotten vocal noises back and, apparently, that includes side passages through the nasal cavities.

He casts Hector('s head) another quick glance before seemingly deciding something very abruptly and standing to head into his room and rummaging around for something.

[onegreeneye]

Ginko very consciously doesn't make eye contact with Ed, but he can almost feel the look he's giving him, anyway. Which, frankly, is all the more reason not to look.

Frankly, he kind of wishes they could have stayed on the nickname thing longer, if this is where else the conversation is going to go. He shrugs dismissively, tugging at his dumb protective poncho. "It's not like I'm going out unprotected."

Shit he wishes saying where he's actually going wouldn't be like storming into a minefield.

[vagabone]

Is this conversation as confusing for them as it is for him? No, it's just him. He's puzzled, brow furrowed, and he's straining to look between all three of them without being able to turn his head. So frustrating.

"Are you telling me this whole time sunshine has been bad for you? You never said that, Ginko. What's it do to you?"

[conscientiousobject]

Epsilon watches Ed go, considers calling after him to ask, decides against it.

His attention is reclaimed by the ongoing conversation, however, and--

"You didn't know?"

The surprise on his face is so immediate as to precede the actual words out of his mouth, and it turns to reproach and finally something that Ginko better hope is amusement as he turns to look at the troll.

"Ginko...."

He doesn't finish the thought, just shakes his head, fine gold hairs falling forward over his shoulders.

[solperierat]

Lucky for Espilon, Edward's intentions are made clear fairly quickly. He comes back out of his room with a piece of chalk in hand and starts drawing out an alchemical circle onto the stone floor. He did overhear Hector's confusion, but with his attention taken up for the moment whatever comment he might have had is left to be a mystery.

(Though his tired smirk might give hint to it.)

[onegreeneye]

"Why would I have talked about it?" The response, without Ginko thinking about it, comes out a little more snappishly than one might expect from him - even if that's not saying much. He even glances at Epsilon before looking away again.

His tail thumps against the floor, but he holds Hector steady as he addresses him; the irritation has drained from his voice again. "It makes me tired, basically. It can get pretty bad if I'm exposed to too much, but that's about it."

[vagabone]

Being in the hand of someone irritated and shouting at you is not a feeling he's enjoying one bit. He has that effect on people, with all his crazy stunts, lies, and 'borrowing' habits, of course, but usually he at least has a body. He's so helpless and it's terrible.

"Be...cause we don't want you to feel like garbage?" When will you learn, Ginko, people give a damn.