LOCKED TO alchemicals

[deaftly]

[He doesn't remember anything. All he knows is that there's a bright light in his face and he just wants to sleep. After a couple of minutes of tossing and turning he finally opens his eyes and sits up. The room he's in is perfectly white, without any sort of interesting features. There's a desk and a chair, but nothing on either of them. They're as white as the walls and floor, and on closer inspection, the bed he's in is just as white and spotless as the rest of the room. The sheets are a bit on the stiff side even though he's been sleeping under them, and the bed is kind of hard for his liking, so he finally squirms out from under the covers and stands.

The clothes he's wearing strike him as being wrong, though he can't recall what the "right" clothes would be. They're white - like everything else - and they're very simple. He doesn't have anything to compare them to, but the material is soft and kind of thin and feels a little odd. He shrugs off his confusion about the clothes and starts for the door. Even the doorknob is white, which strikes him as strange for about half a second before he yanks the door open.

The room that he enters is spacious. Like the room he woke up in, everything is white. There's a sofa, a small table in front of the sofa, and a couple of plush chairs. There's a couple of doors leading elsewhere, and his first order of business is to see where they lead. One leads to a perfectly white kitchen which isn't interesting right now (though some part of him wonders if the food will be just as white) and the other door he comes to is locked. There should be a front door around here somewhere though, right? He doesn't want to be here. He can't remember why he's here (or anything, really) but being here doesn't seem right.]

Comments

[deaftly]

Well good! 'Cause I definitely would.

[He's not sure how, but he'd find a way.]

[alchemicals]

Hell, I'd do the same thing - you're probably better-suited to it than me, though.

[deaftly]

Well, I guess with the magical healing bullshit, yeah.

[alchemicals]

Yeah. I don't even know if I can fight or not, for all I know they'd just snap me in half.

[He's quiet for a moment after that's out there; the contact is still really nice, even if it's making him aware again that Naki is...really physically weird.]

You're going to be all upset if I don't eat, aren't you.

[It's not really a question.]

[deaftly]

...Yeah.

[Naki doesn't move because this is comfortable and as a result he sounds a bit muffled.]

I just don't want anything to happen to you.

[alchemicals]

...I'll do that in a bit, then. Don't worry so much.

[deaftly]

Well it's-- it's not like I want to worry, it's just something I can't turn off, y'know?

[alchemicals]

Not really, but I think I'm the kind of guy who doesn't worry too much about stuff in general.

[You're getting your hair messed with a bit, though, before he continues.]

This is really nice, though. Doing this kind of thing with someone.

[deaftly]

Yeah, it really is. I dunno if I've done a lot of this before. It doesn't really feel familiar.

[...]

Ah, but it's really nice! I really enjoy it!

[alchemicals]

I figured you would have moved by now if you didn't like it.

[So much cuddling right now.]

I don't know if it's familiar for me or not; I kind of get the feeling I don't touch people a whole lot.

[deaftly]

Same here, actually. I'm not sure why, since this is so nice.

[Huh. Well, it's probably not important!]

[alchemicals]

Yeah.

[...]

You feeling better, then?

[deaftly]

I am, yeah. Thanks.

[Just don't ask him to move!]

[alchemicals]

Good. I wasn't trying to make you all sad and everything earlier.

[He's okay for now!]

[deaftly]

I know you weren't! I mean if you were that'd just be awful, and I don't think you're that horrible!

[alchemicals]

You never know, I could have been the worst human being alive before I got locked in here.

[That's facetious, though.]

I don't like seeing you cry, though, so that's probably a point in my favor.

[deaftly]

Well even if you were the worst, you're not being awful to me.

[...That probably says something about your priorities, Naki.]

I'm glad though. I mean you've been really good to me.

[alchemicals]

[He just laughs a bit at that.]

Hey, as long as your priorities are in the right place, right?

[deaftly]

Exactly!

[...]

Was there something weird about what I said? I think there might have been...

[alchemicals]

What, just now?

[...are we on the same page]

[deaftly]

No, before-- you commented on my priorities? I mean that seems kinda familiar... people telling me my priorities are messed up or something, maybe?

[alchemicals]

...Yeah, it was probably kind of weird. I don't think it was bad, but most people probably wouldn't have said that.

[deaftly]

Oh. Well, I guess I'm not like most people anyway.

[He's kind of smirking when he says it, so at least it's meant as a joke.]

[alchemicals]

Damn good thing - it'd probably be pretty boring in here if you were.

[deaftly]

[Naki laughs at that, pleased with Kimbley's words.]

Yeah, well, I'm glad I'm with you too!