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]

[Cute, though...

He's quiet for a moment, though, thinking; he...doesn't like trying to put things like this into words, it's difficult, but.]

...I shouldn't have said that shit to you earlier. About what they might want and stuff.

[deaftly]

[Naki is silent for a moment while he tries to put his thoughts into words, but he isn't upset.]

No, it's... It sucked, but it's probably better to talk about it, right? I'm not gonna pretend that it was a good thing to discuss but... it's better than having shit suddenly sprung on me, I guess? It could've been worse is what I'm saying.

[alchemicals]

Well, yeah, but it's...

[...not quite what he meant, hold on...]

...it's like saying I don't trust you, you know?

[deaftly]

Ah...

[That gets Naki to fall silent while he considers Kimbley's words. He reaches up to run his fingers over his left ear while he thinks and his expression is anxious.]

...Do you trust me?

[That's the biggest concern here, isn't it?]

[alchemicals]

[That's just going to get your hair played with a little again, you.]

Well, since I'm talking about fucking off to parts unknown with you after this is over, I'd better.

[deaftly]

Y-Yeah, well you... you could've been clearer about that!

[He's grinning though and now that that's confirmed, Naki's relaxing again.]

...I'm really glad, alright?

[alchemicals]

Good.

[...]

You do have a point, though, we need to keep talking to each other about stuff, even if it's not good. Keep each other updated about what's going on and everything.

[deaftly]

Yeah. We don't want anything like that coming up at a really bad time. It's better to get shit like that out of the way so we can figure out what to do with it instead of ignoring it or pretending it doesn't exist.

[alchemicals]

...I'll try to keep that shit in mind, then.

[deaftly]

I really hope there's nothing else we're gonna have to discover...

[alchemicals]

...I'm having a hard time seeing it get any weirder than what we've already found out, if we're going to be fair.

[deaftly]

Well yeah, but would it really be all that surprising? It's like... "how can this possibly get worse? Oh I know, cannibalism" or something.

[alchemicals]

Cannibalism is usually some sort of hard line, though, right? It's sort of hard to top that.

[deaftly]

Well yeah, I guess so. I'm not really sure how they could top that...

[alchemicals]

[Just. Let him nuzzle you again.]

Hey. We shouldn't work ourselves up over it - if something happens, we'll handle it, but there's no point in making a mess of ourselves for no reason, right?

[deaftly]

...You've got a point there. I don't wanna freak out for no reason!

[Naki relaxes again, smiling easily.]

[alchemicals]

See, there you go.

[This is really nice; he's not...entirely sure what to do with how nice this is. For the time being he's okay with just enjoying it, though.]

You want to go draw some more, or do you want to just stay here for a while?

[deaftly]

Mm... I'll probably go draw some more in a bit, but this... I like this.

[He doesn't want to leave right now. This is comfortable and warm and it'd probably be weird to do this later.]

[alchemicals]

[Heh.]

You're cute, you know that?

[Not like he's going to stop with the cuddling either, but still.]

[deaftly]

Ah-- No, I'm--!

[WHOA DON'T CALL HIM OUT ON THIS]

There's nothing cute about me!! You're the cute one!!

[alchemicals]

[...wow what no]

No, I'm pretty sure you're wrong on that.

[deaftly]

No way, not at all! You're adorable!

[alchemicals]

How the hell am I adorable?

[...Honestly, he seems more confused than annoyed.]

[deaftly]

Because you're being so good to me and your response to this was to hug me, not push me away and that's really cute! I mean, it worked so I guess you did the right thing, but it's just... really sweet, you know?

[alchemicals]

[...And that's another thing that does feel familiar, though he sure as hell can't say why - really, he...probably should have shoved Naki away, shouldn't he? Moving toward someone who could possibly be a threat to him isn't really a normal response, is it...

He'll worry about it later, right now this is...awkward, shut up.]

Yeah, well. I just don't like you being all upset like that.