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

[alchemicals]

Of course I'm not - we can go wherever the hell you want.

[deaftly]

Hey, you get to choose too! I kinda want to see if we can find this desert of yours. I'm not sure how badly I'll want to be in a desert, but we might as well try, right?

[alchemicals]

[...Oh.]

...You'd want to do something like that?

[deaftly]

Of course! If we don't magically get our memories back then what better way to try to get 'em than to visit the places we were drawing? I mean there are a fuckton of cities so I'm not sure that'll help me, but there probably aren't as many deserts!

[alchemicals]

That...that'd be great, I...

[...DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY RIGHT NOW APPARENTLY SO HAVE SOME MORE GODDAMN CUDDLING, YOU ASSHOLE, THAT WASN'T FAIR.]

[deaftly]

[WHAT DID HE DO???]

Hey, you don't have to get so worked up about it!

[He's teasing though and Naki leans into Kimbley's touch again. After a moment he reaches out to play with Kimbley's ponytail, though he's not pulling on it or anything.]

[alchemicals]

Yeah, shut up...

[YOU KNOW HOW HE SAID SOMETHING NICE TO YOU EARLIER AND YOUR FEELINGS WENT ALL STUPID BECAUSE YEAH

...that said though, that hair-playing feels really nice? Ooh. That. That might get a pleased sound out of him.]

[deaftly]

[Naki laughs, though the sound is surprisingly gentle and not... shrieky like it normally would be.]

I'm flattered though! I haven't seen you get worked up about anything, so this is a first!

[He'll keep playing with Kimbley's hair both because it's fun and because it got such a cute sound!]

[alchemicals]

[Ugh, it wasn't cute.]

Please. My reputation suffers.

[Not like either of them know what that reputation is, but that isn't the point. Just let him press into your touch a bit, okay.]

[deaftly]

[It was very cute!]

Aww, but you'll let it suffer for me? I'm touched!

[He certainly doesn't mind! This is really nice, being able to cuddle like this.]

[alchemicals]

Yes, yes, you're very special and the prince of Fucklandia grants you his blessing.

[It really is, goddamn.

...You...might get some nuzzling, okay.]

[deaftly]

I'm honored, your princeliness!

[Oh no it's really cute what does he do??

Naki's content to laugh it off though, continuing to mess with Kimbley's hair gently.]

[alchemicals]

[Shit it is not cute

...clearly you just sit there and let him do it some more, though

that is the one option you have here]

[deaftly]

[How are you so cute???

He's certainly not complaining because this is fucking adorable.]

[alchemicals]

[HE IS NOT CUTE WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU

this just feels really nice, okay

...has it been a while since someone played with his hair? He thinks it might have been; he sort of gets that weird...not-familiarity thing Naki was talking about earlier. It's not exactly something he recognizes but it's really nice, and he's sure as hell not going to discourage it.]

[deaftly]

[WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT YOU'RE SUPER-CUTE

That's good because Naki's really enjoying this! Kimbley certainly seems happy so he's definitely not going to stop messing with his hair. It's strangely comforting in some way, even though he doesn't really need to be comforted right now. It's not familiar, but it's a great feeling.]

[alchemicals]

[He's definitely happy, okay.]

...Hey, can I tell you something weird?

[That's...a little muffled and generally pleased-sounding but it's still audible.]

[deaftly]

Yeah, sure. I mean it can't be any weirder than some of the shit we've talked about!

[He's definitely not bothered by the idea of talking about weird things at least! Naki also doesn't stop with the hair-playing, though his attention is on Kimbley's words.]

[alchemicals]

[He laughs a bit at that, actually.]

Yeah, that's true, I guess.

[God, you're getting more nuzzling for a moment, hang on.]

...I don't know, this situation is really fucked up and I want to get the fuck out of here as much as the next guy, but I'm sort of glad it happened? I mean, shit, we wouldn't know each other at all if it hadn't.

[deaftly]

[So cute...]

I don't think that's weird!

[...wait.]

Well, okay, it's kinda weird given the situation, but I agree with you, that's what I meant! I'm really glad we're friends! I don't like being trapped in here, but I can't think of a better person to be trapped with!

[...the impact of that is sort of lessened since he can't remember anyone, but that's not the point!]

[alchemicals]

[...NAKI...]

I'm glad we're friends too - you've been really good to me and everything.

[Just let him mess with your hair some more, okay?]

[deaftly]

Well of course! I really enjoy your company!

[That gets a soft, pleased sound out of him and he immediately leans into Kimbley's touch.]

[alchemicals]

[...Ah, that's cute, though...]

Well, good, you're going to be putting up with it for a long time.

[deaftly]

I don't mind! I wouldn't have it any other way, actually.

[It's not cute, what's wrong with you??]

[alchemicals]

[That actually gets him to pause for a moment.]

Really?

[...Look, that was really nice and he doesn't know what to do with it, hang on.]