[It's been a busy day for Saki, even if Nora's just now waking up. By the time he does, there's the distinct smell of food from the kitchen. In fact, it's... dare I say it...
bacon.
Saki herself is a bit zoned out as she thinks, but not so much as to burn anything. It's possible the house is aiding her in this.]
[PLEASE HOLD WHILE NORA RUNS INTO THE KITCHEN AND ALSO ALL THREE PONYTAILS ARE ON FIRE AND HE'S FLAPPING HIS HANDS USELESSLY AT THEM AND ALSO HIS CLOTHES ARE SMOKING PLEASE AID]
OUTTA THE WAY!!
[Is the sink free can he just dunk his head under the faucet pls]
[He's already reaching for the faucet when somewhat unexpectedly cold water splashes all over him and down his face and the back of his neck and Nora yelps and promptly hits his head on the faucet -- but at least the fire on his head is going out with a funny hissing sound and he makes a few coughing and splashing sounds when the water gets into his mouth.]
Ughh...
[Eventually he settles from his flailing and just kind of. Flops on the counter with the water still going because UGHHHH.]
[He at least perks up a little bit now that he's got the attention span and the lack of flaming locks to really catch the smell of bacon, but stays kind of flopped on the counter with his head hanging in the sink. He does turn it to pout at her, though.
There's traces of soot and bruises on his face, also.]
I was just tryin' to get those stupid penguin things to tell me what Dazai's up to! His weaknesses and stuff! He's got to have some if he's working for the Foundation and with that face of his and everything so--
[This rationale made less and less sense as it went on....]
[He throws out his hands as though imitating the boom-boom problem here. 'Cause like, that sure was a boom bird he had to deal with just now. Also:]
And I tried opening one and they're empty and it's totally creepy, and you can stick like, apples into them! There's nothing there! It's like we're surrounded by GHOST PENGUINS.
[Let's call this post-afterparty because we need to make sure Nora attends that in his full scribbled-upon splendor, so this ends up being later at night once everyone's settled down and gotten their poison debuffs removed and generally grappled with the events of the day. The week. Their first real death week.
Nora, for his part, is scrubbing some food from his face because he did eventually recover an appetite despite being prodigiously poisoned and also all the other bullshit that happened and that he managed to pull. It's also possible he was avoiding the people who would super yell at him.....
So he blinks and freezes for a moment when he sees Saki. The red eyes super don't help. Uh. Um. He definitely considers just turning around and booking it but.]
[Nooooo don't give him the judgmental look he's remembering all the bacon threats and everything now and also like, she was also one of the ones who almost fuckin' died so it's unfair?? This whole encounter is unfair and he would like to redo the last five minutes already.
(The last five minutes, but not quite the whole day. The day itself he'll take as is, despite everything.)
No but wait. There's a confused tilt of his head very much like Cerberus did when it was totally surrounded by people trying to contain it and get its attention. Delicious magical people. Anyway--]
[He reaches up reflexively to scrub at his face again -- it's definitely still a little red and shiny-looking from getting scrubbed real good because seriously, the marker was all over it was almost as bad as the time he tried graffiti on the profile poster in the living room. But actually it might have been worse.
He couldn't even figure out what all of the shit on his own face was???? There's a loud grumpy noise about it because he's extra salty, okay.]
Of course they did, it's like people are all the damn same anywhere, can't sleep in peace-- [hang on, he stops in the middle of his angry muttering] Wait, everyone? Who's everyone?!
[He's crossed his arms grouchily by this point and stopped looking like he's going to bolt, but he's also not looking at her?? Loud sigh on his end, anyway.]
Bet you just don't wanna rat them out.
[Or she just doesn't want to list a zillion people but it's fine. He grumbles to himself for a bit longer just because he can never shut up when he's supposed to and his salt is truly overflowing, but it seems a little aimless at this point.]
[He actually starts answering automatically, like it's a reflexive response to the snappishness in her tone more than anything -- it's always been such a bad habit of his, the tendency to just crack and go before anything even moves thoughtwise. Though, oddly enough, it's also served him more often than not. Who knows how that works out.
This time, Nora manages to put on what brakes he has because like. Today was a lot and continued to be a lot and continues to be a whole lot of bullshit; his temper has been at a low simmer since (the death) (the deaths) the games wound down. It's still better than it could be.]
... Hm. I wasn't awake for most of that, but everybody after was fine, right?
[He does somehow manage to remember all the people coming after. (Oda) It's better that he's already seen most of them at the afterparty.]
[There's a brief stumble there somewhere between a release of tension and something tetchier and darker. It's hard to know what to feel at this point, when he's still piecing everything together even if he remembers each of the deaths themselves clearly. Cerberus is still necessarily at the forefront, crowding his thoughts like it's still whispering in them.
He should be used to this particular bundle of joy by now, and Nora shakes his head like he's shaking off flies for a moment.
The important people are still here. At least there's that.]
And those -- those better be the stupidest deaths we get. It was like something out of a bad movie...
[Judging by the way he's muttering he probably means something else entirely by his comments but it's not like Nora's ever been good at actually using his words.]
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Week 1
Sunday
bacon.
Saki herself is a bit zoned out as she thinks, but not so much as to burn anything. It's possible the house is aiding her in this.]
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AARGH WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT, WATER, WATER, WATER--
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OUTTA THE WAY!!
[Is the sink free can he just dunk his head under the faucet pls]
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She turns to see him, jumping when she sees the fire.]
What-
[Well, the good news is, the faucet is free! She even has the presence of mind to imagine a hand turning on the cold water with her cantus.]
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Ughh...
[Eventually he settles from his flailing and just kind of. Flops on the counter with the water still going because UGHHHH.]
This is the worst...
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What did you do?!
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There's traces of soot and bruises on his face, also.]
I was just tryin' to get those stupid penguin things to tell me what Dazai's up to! His weaknesses and stuff! He's got to have some if he's working for the Foundation and with that face of his and everything so--
[This rationale made less and less sense as it went on....]
How was I supposed to know they explode?!
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They explode?!
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[He throws out his hands as though imitating the boom-boom problem here. 'Cause like, that sure was a boom bird he had to deal with just now. Also:]
And I tried opening one and they're empty and it's totally creepy, and you can stick like, apples into them! There's nothing there! It's like we're surrounded by GHOST PENGUINS.
[????????]
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??????
?!?!?!?!]
Did you stick an apple into one?!
[That's. That's the only thing she can manage to grab onto right now.]
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I stuck TWO APPLES. I could've stuck a whole basket of apples 'cause the whole penguin was just this big empty bag of wind!!
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[Stopping herself. Calm down, Saki. Focus here.]
He... He did say they were from hell...
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Week 2, Post-Game
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Nora, for his part, is scrubbing some food from his face because he did eventually recover an appetite despite being prodigiously poisoned and also all the other bullshit that happened and that he managed to pull. It's also possible he was avoiding the people who would super yell at him.....
So he blinks and freezes for a moment when he sees Saki. The red eyes super don't help. Uh. Um. He definitely considers just turning around and booking it but.]
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She frowns in a very judgmental fashion because hey, guess what Nora, you are super not her favorite person right now.]
So you finally noticed.
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(The last five minutes, but not quite the whole day. The day itself he'll take as is, despite everything.)
No but wait. There's a confused tilt of his head very much like Cerberus did when it was totally surrounded by people trying to contain it and get its attention. Delicious magical people. Anyway--]
Hah...? What was I noticing...
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The drawings everyone did.
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He couldn't even figure out what all of the shit on his own face was???? There's a loud grumpy noise about it because he's extra salty, okay.]
Of course they did, it's like people are all the damn same anywhere, can't sleep in peace-- [hang on, he stops in the middle of his angry muttering] Wait, everyone? Who's everyone?!
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[He's crossed his arms grouchily by this point and stopped looking like he's going to bolt, but he's also not looking at her?? Loud sigh on his end, anyway.]
Bet you just don't wanna rat them out.
[Or she just doesn't want to list a zillion people but it's fine. He grumbles to himself for a bit longer just because he can never shut up when he's supposed to and his salt is truly overflowing, but it seems a little aimless at this point.]
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No, it's because I had other things to focus on.
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[He actually starts answering automatically, like it's a reflexive response to the snappishness in her tone more than anything -- it's always been such a bad habit of his, the tendency to just crack and go before anything even moves thoughtwise. Though, oddly enough, it's also served him more often than not. Who knows how that works out.
This time, Nora manages to put on what brakes he has because like. Today was a lot and continued to be a lot and continues to be a whole lot of bullshit; his temper has been at a low simmer since (the death) (the deaths) the games wound down. It's still better than it could be.]
... Hm. I wasn't awake for most of that, but everybody after was fine, right?
[He does somehow manage to remember all the people coming after. (Oda) It's better that he's already seen most of them at the afterparty.]
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[Her answer is reluctant, and it's obvious she's still not feeling great about losing two more to the "games."]
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[There's a brief stumble there somewhere between a release of tension and something tetchier and darker. It's hard to know what to feel at this point, when he's still piecing everything together even if he remembers each of the deaths themselves clearly. Cerberus is still necessarily at the forefront, crowding his thoughts like it's still whispering in them.
He should be used to this particular bundle of joy by now, and Nora shakes his head like he's shaking off flies for a moment.
The important people are still here. At least there's that.]
And those -- those better be the stupidest deaths we get. It was like something out of a bad movie...
[Judging by the way he's muttering he probably means something else entirely by his comments but it's not like Nora's ever been good at actually using his words.]
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