AUDIENCE 🚀 GREGOR

[dropoffs]

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[bulls]

Yeah, it's a cold one instead. Great if you've been working outside, but...

[ burrows a little into the neck of his neck. ]

Still. How's everything looking?

[verminous]

Pretty good, I think? Feels like it's good.

[stretching out his legs, checking the carapace on his arm to make sure it's hardened back up...]

I think I just got so used to being injured and fixed that I kept forgetting.

[bulls]

Glad you made the time for it when it was quiet. Didn't want to have to throw you in again myself.

[ a huff. ]

[verminous]

I was trying to avoid that, yeah. Think if you didn't do it soon someone else would've.

[bulls]

I trust Rodya to carry you bodily before I'd ever have to, so.

[verminous]

Oh, I'm sure she would.

[he had the good sense to bundle up before getting in the pod, so he pulls his coat closer around himself as he takes a seat on one of the cots.]

But she probably figured I'd fix myself if I really needed to. I trust her to do the same for herself.

[bulls]

Good. Just grateful you have the sense to do so.

[ he yawns a little bit so a chilly cloud forms and gets up to go head over towards the cots. just sitting down and drawing a blanket a little over his bad leg. it's cold... ]

You have any plans for the rest of your day?

[verminous]

I sure don't after we woke up to this. Might go to the planet later just so I don't turn into an ice cube...

[the eudora is hot then it's cold it's yes then it's no]

[bulls]

Hopefully it'll pass... like the weird overgrowth in hydroponics the other week.

[ bleghhhhh ]

Here's hoping anyways.

[verminous]

It had better, or we're all gonna be sick by the end of the week just from the temperature changing up on us.

[bulls]

No thank you... Boddho... [ scrubs face at the thought. ] The amount of extra work that'd be. I'd have to rope in some help.

[verminous]

Well, I'm sure you could get it.

[though he does have to ask:]

...Boddho?

[bulls]

I mean, Kazuki's caught on quick. Perhaps it'd be a good practice - an influx of colds.

[ unless he catches one too. oh well. ]

A god of the Kin... she's the Earth. Where I'm from, you follow certain rules so as not to defile her... no digging, no cutting unless you're of a particular... [ searching for the word ] caste of the Kin.

[verminous]

... right. Think I get it, kinda.

[a bit. he's not a religious man and the city is not a religious place, but with the memories he saw-- he can fit things together.]

You know I'd help you out too, right?

[bulls]

[ a small nod, with a weary smile. ]

I know. I can count on you when things get tough.

[verminous]

When they're not too tough too, I'd hope.

[bulls]

Of course. That's easy - though I never did get to thank you for, ah, picking me up off the ground Sunday... so. Thank you for that.

[verminous]

Well, couldn't just leave you there, but-- are you all right, after that...? I know Callisto mentioned you guys said your augments hurt first.

[bulls]

Mmm... yeah. Had to take the weight off it for a bit. The port still hurt like hell, but...

[ pats leg a little. ]

Only thing making it hurt now's the cold. Feels normal for the time being.

[verminous]

...good, but... still worrying for almost all of you to go down from that at the same time.

[bulls]

Some of us are almost sure it was to keep us from preventing what happened. We were taking our turns, making the rounds. She wouldn't have...

[ a breath. ]

It wouldn't have happened if...

[ it's fine. just shuts up. ]

We're alright now. For the time being.

[verminous]

[...he reaches over to rest a hand on his arm, since they're both safely bundled up.]

Maybe not. Maybe she'd have just found another time and another way. It's-- what she wanted.

[bulls]

[ safely bundled. io just looks downwards. ]

It... it is...

[ they trail off. silence. unfinished thoughts as they just carefully pat his arm in turn. ]

... Shouldn't have had to. Sweet girl.

[verminous]

No. It wasn't-

[his fingers curl a little tighter around his arm.]

It wasn't right that it had to be her.

[sometimes all of it just makes him so--

...breathe, gregor.]

[bulls]

[ just. sliding his thumb through the hole in his jacket sleeve to cover his palm in fabric he just moves to hold his arm as well. he keeps his touch light in case too much pressure registers on rusted old wounds. ]

Easy... easy, my friend... breathe. With me...

[ steady... slow... but always steady. ]

I know...