[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'?
There will always be hearts passionate about venturing out into the black, exploring other worlds, wanting to know what lies in the Out There.
[ Zexion murmurs, sighing, a little more subdued into this subject. ]
...It might be better off for your world at large, though, to stay isolated within itself. Many which open themselves to the darkness quickly fall to it.
Hmm. Do you miss it? I wonder if there's anything in Ariel that flies. I imagine they wouldn't want anyone going too far.
[ That's the longing of the heart, certainly. He barely remembers when his colleagues spoke that way, but it seems like the sort of sentiment that pushed their experiments past acceptable parameters. Perhaps they should have taken up apprenticeships under Cid and studied engineering flying contraptions instead. ]
That didn't stop Zack or Sephiroth... although they certainly don't encourage making it easy to just leave.
I wonder what Ariel would look like, bird's eye. You know... aside from the maps.
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Voice
Date: 2015-03-19 12:46 am (UTC)And... they didn't... mention surgery?
Re: Voice
Date: 2015-03-20 08:10 pm (UTC)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.
Voice
Date: 2015-03-20 10:32 pm (UTC)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.)
Voice
Date: 2015-03-23 04:04 am (UTC)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?
Voice
Date: 2015-03-23 04:09 am (UTC)Oh, what a charmer you are for so much as jokingly offering.
Voice
Date: 2015-03-23 04:15 am (UTC)Voice
Date: 2015-03-23 04:28 am (UTC)Voice
Date: 2015-03-23 04:40 am (UTC)[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.
Re: Voice
Date: 2015-03-23 04:45 am (UTC)Just calling up and hearing you is enough. Besides... I think I've lost all appetite anyway.
Voice
Date: 2015-03-23 04:55 am (UTC)Yeah? Well... I mean, whatever helps. I ain't goin' anywhere anytime soon.
Voice
Date: 2015-03-23 05:01 am (UTC)Voice
Date: 2015-03-23 05:19 am (UTC)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.]
Re: Voice
Date: 2015-03-23 06:10 am (UTC)[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]
Re: Voice
Date: 2015-03-23 06:23 am (UTC)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.]
Voice
Date: 2015-03-23 07:00 pm (UTC)Re: Voice
Date: 2015-03-23 09:37 pm (UTC)[What would he do if it were Rude?]
Drinks on me, when you're out? We can go back to Stems.
Voice
Date: 2015-03-23 11:01 pm (UTC)....Have I told you about the tomato soup? And how it was full of pink water?
Voice
Date: 2015-03-23 11:10 pm (UTC)[Maybe not, then. Ariel would be Ariel, regardless of location.]
I guess... I could make somethin'?
Re: Voice
Date: 2015-03-23 11:31 pm (UTC)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.
Voice
Date: 2015-03-24 12:39 am (UTC)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.
Voice
Date: 2015-03-24 02:11 am (UTC)I presumed yours was something along those lines, from what you spoke of 'her'?
Do all Turks pilot them?
Voice
Date: 2015-03-24 04:07 am (UTC)So, as of now, our airships are just that -- local airspace.
All the Turks are given training, but only a few of us ever pilot regularly. The best, y'know? An' I was definitely one a' the best.
[In fact, it had become rare for him not to be the primary pilot when flying was required. It was an honor he'd worked his ass off to get.]
Voice
Date: 2015-03-24 04:29 am (UTC)[ Zexion murmurs, sighing, a little more subdued into this subject. ]
...It might be better off for your world at large, though, to stay isolated within itself. Many which open themselves to the darkness quickly fall to it.
Hmm. Do you miss it? I wonder if there's anything in Ariel that flies. I imagine they wouldn't want anyone going too far.
Voice
Date: 2015-03-24 04:40 am (UTC)[He sighed wistfully.]
There is nothin' like the freedom of bein' in the air -- nothin'.
[It was cleaner up there. The sun seemed like it was within his grasp. The sun was so warm...]
It's like yer suddenly limitless, y'know? You could do anythin'. You can see everything.
[His smile twisted as he was brought back to the present. Ariel.] Tch, I doubt it. Can't have anyone go beyond the walls an' all.
Voice
Date: 2015-03-24 04:59 am (UTC)That didn't stop Zack or Sephiroth... although they certainly don't encourage making it easy to just leave.
I wonder what Ariel would look like, bird's eye. You know... aside from the maps.
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