[closed]

[blitzcheer]

WHO: Tidus & others
WHAT: just some closed starters
WHERE: around
WHEN: during january!
WARNINGS: will be hecking added if applicable

tidus

& arkady: link; mention of drug use (in the past)
& harry du bois: link; mentions of drug use, alcohol consumption
& crazy jane: link
& harry du bois, arkady: penguins
& nida nomura: vroom vroom

Comments

[blitzcheer]

[ Harry agrees, and for all that Tidus wanted him to, joy doesn’t exactly succeed it, but a feeling akin to a buzzing in his chest, or stomach. Somewhere in there.

But -- what will he find? Anything? Music from Zanarkand? Trinkets, any signs that his home used to once … be. Existed. A life he was ready to forget. ]

Yeah.

[ His reply as lightheaded as the rest of him, Tidus untucks his legs from under himself, a small ache in his calves as his feet meet the ground. There’s a stiffer ache in the rest of him, and it takes a second for his blood to circulate in all the right places, his mind to figure out some string of words. ]

I should get going. I… thanks for this, Harry. Our chat. You, uh… you can tell me what’s a good day for everything. [ His nods his head aside, remembering somehow to lower his voice; remembering maybe a little too late. ] The other thing too.

[ --The feeling, it's ether apprehension or anticipation.

Both similar, but he can't tell which. ]

[hobocop]

[It doesn't take much for Harry to put himself in Tidus's shoes, and guess why his tone changed all of the sudden. Not now he's had a moment to think, anyway.

Although he sees his heraldic bird as a cockatoo of all things, a magpie might better represent the man he's become. At least in that he's arrived here having hoarded every piece of shrapnel that struck him as interesting. Tidus likely didn't have the fortune of coming in with a jacket overstuffed with books, reels and useless plastic figurines.

Yet for all he can sympathize on that particular score, he still gets an unpleasant lurch as Tidus announces his departure.

INLAND EMPIRE — He's leaving?

Harry simply stares for a moment, jaw set firmly. Then he nods, because object permanence is a thing and he's an adult and people leave all the time. That's normal.]

Sure. [Casual. Cool. He's not a co-dependent piece of shit.] I'll call you.

[He pushes himself away from the wall and gives a wide, sweeping gesture as he approaches the door. A come on, hop to it.]

You look after yourself, okay?