[Zexion closes his eyes, shakes his head, wishes he could roll over onto his side in the stirrups, because he's thoroughly exhausted at this hour, but it's difficult to sleep on his back with his legs spread and genitals hanging out.
It's difficult to sleep on just one flat pillow, too.]
I'm quite past the point where this is in any way funny, but at least I'm not crazy or the only poor soul this has happened to?
Y'know, like -- like those fruity gelatin dessert cups? They're crappy anyway, but some are crappier than others, like the green one, but the reds are mostly decent...
[He was rambling now.]
But like, I dunno if it's a hospital thing or a surgery thing or both because if yer gonna stock for surgery ya might as well just have jelly desserts...
That's what they give ya so, like, if you vomit it's no big deal, I think.
[He wasn't sure, maybe hospital staff were just sadists and enjoyed giving people crappy gelatin cups to eat. He wouldn't put it past them.]
[Oh fuck, he hoped there wouldn't be surgery necessary. But he was letting his own fears run away with him.]
No -- no, I'm sure yer fine, it's nothin'. I'm just thinkin', like, if they have gelatin on hand anyway, they'd probably just, like, y'know -- give it to you anyway.
Isn't it good for dehydration too? I mean, it's a lotta sugar water in there too... I dunno, fuck it, don't listen t' me.
There's been nothing like that. Don't try to scare me like that!
It's just been water, a saline drip in my arm, and this... barely flavored fruit punch drink, since I've been in here. [ Can you hear the pitiful misery in his voice, Reno? ]
(I wonder if my last hi-Potion would have helped with this at all. Probably not. Even Moogles don't prepare for restoratives to cure oversized balls.)
[Reno heard that. But he actually thought little of it, out of habit.]
Yeah, I don't really think potions do that... Maybe Cure?
Esuna -- if you could get yer hands on it, though. [He scoffed at the chance of that.] Nah man, we're just fated t' fuckin' struggle. An' watery fruit punch "drink" is just icin' on the sadness cake.
[He frowned as he thought. He was still achy himself, but...] Don't s'pose I could sneak ya in somethin' better?
Are you going to get all dolled up in orderly scrubs just for me, sweetheart? [ He teases cattily, and must really be drugs-loopy, because he definitely threw in a term of endearment, which is something Zexion absolutely never resorts to. ]
[Reno sighed, his balls throbbing as if to remind him what sneaking around would net him. Still, he felt weirdly flattered and warm to hear that Zexion actually just liked calling him.]
Yeah? Well... I mean, whatever helps. I ain't goin' anywhere anytime soon.
Genesis wanted me to call if there were any problems... but I didn't really want him getting upset and storming the hospital either, and I could hear it in his voice since I was in the waiting room.
[Genesis... After a moment of discomfort, Reno actually found himself smirking. It was an amusing image.]
Oh yeah. He would. Fuckin' disaster.
[An angry blur shouting nonsense from LOVELESS as nurses screamed and ran, dozens of city guard needed to subdue him. The destruction of trays upon trays of innocent gelatin desserts! Reno snickered, even though the jiggling made his dick dribble.]
I really don't need that kind of a big fuss, particularly when all my tender parts are exposed and I'm strapped down.
[he's a bit mopey, but otherwised unfased about very clinical vulnerability. After subjecting himself to experiments of darkness, after all, he could carefully subdue any outward aversion to being prodded at. Not that taking a numbing, draining needle to his pricked had been at-all fun]
[Once Reno had calmed himself, he sighed in agreement.]
Yeah, that'd be bad all around.
I wish you weren't, y'know, like this though, exposed an' tied down.
No fun at all. [Not that he was in any state to tie down and fuck anyone, but a man could dream of some normalcy -- even if it was just normal in how he might fantasize, we're they not constantly wet and in pain.]
It's hot and cold all at once. [ He sulks, trying to shift his hips again, but every movement makes him dully aware of the torturous fixtures below his waist. ] Detestable.
[Reno frowned. That sounded awful. He wanted to fix it, and knowing he couldn't was aggravating. But what else could he do, anyway? He wasn't "romantic" like Genesis.]
[What would he do if it were Rude?]
Drinks on me, when you're out? We can go back to Stems.
Why don't you hold on the night-out offers until anything at all sounds remotely palatable. [ Zexion laughs weakly, rustling his hospital gown and the sheets in efforts to cover himself up a little more.
Right now, anything going in or coming out of his own body holds the very least amount of interest. The illusionist turns his cheek against the pillows, looking out towards his hospital room's windows.]
Tell me more about your flying machine. Your first love, from the slam.
[If Zexion wanted a distraction, he picked the best subject. Reno smiled.]
The chopper? I'm surprised in all yer world-jumpin', you never saw a helicopter. [Or maybe he had. It didn't really matter.] She was beautiful -- dark gray, almost black. Big inside, two pilots with room for cargo.
[Often human cargo, either other Turks for combat or "recruits" for the SOLDIER program -- some willing, some rather coerced.
Mostly it was military transport, but sometimes? Nice t' just have an arsenal in the back with you.
I've seen gummi ships, mostly, a few aerial pirate ships... among other flying machines? Not all of them are built to cross the dark sea of worlds and stars.
I presumed yours was something along those lines, from what you spoke of 'her'?
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It's difficult to sleep on just one flat pillow, too.]
I'm quite past the point where this is in any way funny, but at least I'm not crazy or the only poor soul this has happened to?
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[He wasn't sure if that was the right word, but it was a relief not to be alone. If only just to commiserate with someone likewise miserable.]
Well, don't let 'em take advantage of you. Or let you get bedsores. Or give you the crappy jelly dessert cup.
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[ He blinks, thinking himself truly disoriented... did Reno just warn him about a jelly dessert?
Can you tell who has minimal modern hospital experience, here? Because here's Zexion, sounding squeamishly anxious.]
Why? Jelly cup? What's that about?
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[He was rambling now.]
But like, I dunno if it's a hospital thing or a surgery thing or both because if yer gonna stock for surgery ya might as well just have jelly desserts...
That's what they give ya so, like, if you vomit it's no big deal, I think.
[He wasn't sure, maybe hospital staff were just sadists and enjoyed giving people crappy gelatin cups to eat. He wouldn't put it past them.]
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And... they didn't... mention surgery?
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No -- no, I'm sure yer fine, it's nothin'. I'm just thinkin', like, if they have gelatin on hand anyway, they'd probably just, like, y'know -- give it to you anyway.
Isn't it good for dehydration too? I mean, it's a lotta sugar water in there too... I dunno, fuck it, don't listen t' me.
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It's just been water, a saline drip in my arm, and this... barely flavored fruit punch drink, since I've been in here. [ Can you hear the pitiful misery in his voice, Reno? ]
(I wonder if my last hi-Potion would have helped with this at all. Probably not. Even Moogles don't prepare for restoratives to cure oversized balls.)
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Yeah, I don't really think potions do that... Maybe Cure?
Esuna -- if you could get yer hands on it, though. [He scoffed at the chance of that.] Nah man, we're just fated t' fuckin' struggle. An' watery fruit punch "drink" is just icin' on the sadness cake.
[He frowned as he thought. He was still achy himself, but...] Don't s'pose I could sneak ya in somethin' better?
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Oh, what a charmer you are for so much as jokingly offering.
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[He'd never heard any form of endearment from Zexion, nor expected it, and he was getting the irritating sensation that he was being mocked.]
Fine, forget it. It was a stupid idea.
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Just calling up and hearing you is enough. Besides... I think I've lost all appetite anyway.
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Yeah? Well... I mean, whatever helps. I ain't goin' anywhere anytime soon.
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Oh yeah. He would. Fuckin' disaster.
[An angry blur shouting nonsense from LOVELESS as nurses screamed and ran, dozens of city guard needed to subdue him. The destruction of trays upon trays of innocent gelatin desserts! Reno snickered, even though the jiggling made his dick dribble.]
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[he's a bit mopey, but otherwised unfased about very clinical vulnerability. After subjecting himself to experiments of darkness, after all, he could carefully subdue any outward aversion to being prodded at. Not that taking a numbing, draining needle to his pricked had been at-all fun]
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Yeah, that'd be bad all around.
I wish you weren't, y'know, like this though, exposed an' tied down.
No fun at all. [Not that he was in any state to tie down and fuck anyone, but a man could dream of some normalcy -- even if it was just normal in how he might fantasize, we're they not constantly wet and in pain.]
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[What would he do if it were Rude?]
Drinks on me, when you're out? We can go back to Stems.
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....Have I told you about the tomato soup? And how it was full of pink water?
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[Maybe not, then. Ariel would be Ariel, regardless of location.]
I guess... I could make somethin'?
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Right now, anything going in or coming out of his own body holds the very least amount of interest. The illusionist turns his cheek against the pillows, looking out towards his hospital room's windows.]
Tell me more about your flying machine. Your first love, from the slam.
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The chopper? I'm surprised in all yer world-jumpin', you never saw a helicopter. [Or maybe he had. It didn't really matter.] She was beautiful -- dark gray, almost black. Big inside, two pilots with room for cargo.
[Often human cargo, either other Turks for combat or "recruits" for the SOLDIER program -- some willing, some rather coerced.
Mostly it was military transport, but sometimes? Nice t' just have an arsenal in the back with you.
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I presumed yours was something along those lines, from what you spoke of 'her'?
Do all Turks pilot them?
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