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"Do you not like cake?"

-> Lyric can't recall if Tesla made Nnoitra a birthday cake some time ago when they came to deliver his present. If he had, it hadn't been finished or accessible when Lyric was there with the two of them during their forced attendance to lunch. ( and Lyric thinks they are lucky fajitas seemed to be a hands-on food, because whenever Ulquiorra catches them eating with their fingers he admonishes them with a firm call of their name, but that didn't mean Lyric had grown out of the habit. ) Earnestly, Lyric thinks it's nice that the princess does something personally for you at all considering she is a princess, and her schedule is likely very full. Most heroes don't go into rescuing anyone because they expect something, but instead do it for other reasons and because it is right. That ideology may not last long here in Hueco Mundo, but if Lyric has heard correctly, was that not the very reason that boy came to rescue to the princess in the first place? Because it is right. Because he cared about her safety.

"She does have guards, they're just ... little mushroom guys. ——and besides, it's not like it's impossible for someone to get the jump on her, right? He basically blows a hole in the wall to snatch her up!"

-> One of their hands gestures sharp and broad to the air and to their side, as if the wall next to them will explode to make a point about how easy it is. Their brow is furrowed and pinched right at the top of their nose bridge with the lump from where it got broken one too many times, and their mouth is frowning more openly at the game screen. They want to say he's reading into it too much, but the line of questioning sits uncomfortably with them; a heavy knot in their stomach begs them to pull on it and ask: was someone supposed to come for them?

"Well———if you don't like it, don't watch."

-> It kicks up at the beginning like they're going to start getting snappy with him but dies quickly. Instead, they again turn over onto their side with their game tucked close to their chest and their back to him. Their tail curls closed to their body in a long half-moon shape as the light of the screen casts a sickly blue-white glow over their skin, scales glittering in the artificial dark.

It was difficult to say what exactly he wanted to see from them. Strength and confidence, or to rollover and obediently submit, there really wasn't much to go by. It wasn't like Nnoitra was one to tell others what he needed for emotional connection, nor had Tesla spelled it out for Lyric just yet.

Maybe that was part of it. Maybe they both believed if that if things were going to work out with whatever the hell Tesla saw in the two of them, that Lyric would be capable of working things out on their own. Maybe Tesla thought both Lyric and Nnoitra needed to work this out together, and believes they can even do that in the first place.

They were both stunted, emotionally and socially in their own ways. Nnoitra just didn't fully understand why that was a problem.

But still, here he was, trying. It seemed that was all he could do, with anything, always, all the time; try.

"Cake? Mh, I guess that's better than nothing."

Lyric makes excuses for peach, and Nnoitra lets out a judgemental grunt.

"She let herself get kidnapped. You mean t' tell me in a world with walking talking mushrooms and whatever those weird shelled things are, and jumping three times yer height and being able to stomp shit to death with ease, that she has no guards, no armor, no weapons, she doesn't have some kinda anti-mushroom or anti-shell-guy chemicals or poison to protect herself?

There's no way she didn't know she's a target, she's royalty! And even if she's not strong by nature, where the hell are her guards and army to protect her?! Why is it just you, where's the rescue team and all that bullshit?

I jus' don't think the hero should waste his time on someone who didn't care if she got kidnapped or not."

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every time i see the word "lyric" in a post I have to do a double take

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-> They don't return a sound to him even when he expresses his displeasure, and instead the end of their thumps once on the tile floor as a sign of their stubbornness. It's all they could do without pushing further his boundaries and temperament; they almost hope some show of it will reflect differently off their cowardice and indecision, which he seems to dislike the most from them. Too prideful to save themselves, too weak to fight back——Lyric didn't understand it. Wasn't it better to face your death stalwartly than to flee? Though, they suppose acting that way always seemed retaliatory and prepared for him to cleave them in two. Against his good will.

"Ummm... she gives you a cake. Is that good enough?"

-> Lyric wants to say because that's the point of the game and because you're the hero but doesn't feel like Nnoitra would care about either of those answers. They haven't quite finished the game, so they couldn't even give a complete scope of the story, since they were learning as they go. She was a princess——of course she got kidnapped. When could she be expected to prepare herself to fight something as big as Bowser? How Lyric ended up in Hueco Mundo wasn't too different. Snatched off the street and stolen away. But Lyric was not a princess. So, no one comes for them.

"I don't think she let herself get kidnapped... He's got a bunch of henchmen and bombs the castle and steals her... and so you have to go rescue her. That's what the hero does.

You have to do it to win the game."

He's probably hit a sore spot, judging by the look on their face, but really, when isn't he? Lyric seemed to be entirely made of open wounds, and Nnoitra was a mass of barbed wire. Lyric was a caged bird given toys to keep them from flying out the open gate, and Nnoitra was a hungry cat that came and left as he pleased.

Why the hell does Tesla want them to try to get along so badly? Clearly all he'll do is hurt and upset them.

They gripe under their breath, and he thinks little of it, until they mention his presence. He squints, scoffs; it's not so much a compliment of his strength so much as it is Lyric dropping the responsibility of their very life into Nnoitra's lap and telling him Ulquiorra will rip him to shreds regardless if he's the last one to see them alive.

In his mind's eye, he tackles Lyric, rips their skin off and eats their lungs, just for being cheeky. In reality, he lets out a mantis-like hiss, sharp and short.

He watches them kill the little mushroom looking things, and hop around pipes and jump on more things to kill them. Lots of killing in this game. Not enough blood and guts, he notes.

"Hm. Forced t' save some chick who couldn't fend for herself... Why would I wanna save her? I dunno her, and why's it my job to get her back? Why'd she let herself get kidnapped?"

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-> Lyric does not succeed in preventing themselves from recoiling from him, the hard backwards jerk of one shoulder as their leg follows suit, trying and failing to put just an inch of space between them which he seems to anticipate. Too close for comfort: Lyric can feel the buzzing in their skull and the pressure on their teeth as their systolic pressure rises under stress——no matter how graceful it may seem, a beast is still a beast. A predator still a greater predator than them, barely used to not cutting themselves on their own teeth. There is, they think, but don't say it when they inhale through their teeth. There is. This man would not be considerate of them as others are.

-> They think they should speak nothing more of it to him. That it is dangerous to say too much, and dangerous to say too little, and their heart beats like a jackhammer in their chest. They're unable to take their eyes off him no matter how much they want to look away: the reserved but gentle expression he holds bares an inescapable snare that has Lyric's fingertips trembling and they can't explain——

"... ... I was brought here by someone, Sir."

-> Where was here? Soul Society? Hueco Mundo? They did not elaborate for him; the answer was the same either way. Lyric could not come here alone, and they could not leave alone. Their chest begins to burn without air, but their breaths are too shallow to satisfy them. They have lived their whole life in a small box, closed up in steel and stone out of sight, but now they are being looked at too closely. Their ears can barely understand the words he is saying to them now, cotton-filled with mind to escape.

"——to be studied."

One. Two. Three.

Instantaneously within a few strides, in a rapid modus he brought himself in close proximity with the other individuality, consequently being graced with a better view of their existence, in preparedness to be anatomized and bestowed with the unveilment of their actuality. He stood with poise, almost looming towards the other, as a thorough scrutiny has yet to cease.

❛ Now, there is no need for such rush, now isn't there? ❜

Despite indisputable sophistication in a combination with courtesy, such was only a mere scratch of pragmatism lurking underneath the surface of the stratosphere, that only few could comprehend. They were nothing but a specimen added in his collection to dissect mentally and physically, and descry every minute detail, every reaction from a distance, right outside their cage. Undoubtedly, the world is full of surprises for him to explore. The sentiment of fear emitting from them was enough to illustrate their understanding to a mere extent as to what capabilities his own otherworldly entirety could reach.

❛ I must admit that I did not expect for Shin'ō Academy to engage in such practices. However, that is not the case. What intrigues me to learn is how an exchange student like yourself, ended up in this realm. ❜

❛ Depending on how satisfactory your answer will be, I may consider allowing you to leave and reuinited with the one that awaits for you. ❜

However, such conceptualization was far from becoming a reality, as his mind was already diving deep in their existence, hurling attempts to figure out their wholeness. Trustfulness was presented like a piece of food placed atop a mousetrap, in readiness to capture the prey. And those who believe in such aspect would face their inevitable doom.

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"Unlike most humans, I have a relatively functional Jacobson's organ ( by some amount of comparison. ) Most draconids do, as well as nagas and other types of reptile species…"

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do any of u want to hit me

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Do you wanna ride .ᐣ

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❛　you’ve been awfully quiet lately ⸻ are you focusing, or simply fretting about something　?　❜

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-> Their fingers fidget back and forth with a pen, rotating it in half circles one way and then back again, spinning it atop their knuckles as they stare out the wide picture window behind the couch. Their fingers pick and fidget with the edge of a cushion squashed into their lap, and for a moment they almost don't register him speaking to them. His voice is much softer in the comfort of his own home——not their home but his home, which Lyric sometimes visits on breaks and weekends and after long jobs ( which they are only being allocated with scarcity. Mirage's priority is Lyric's education, even if their unprecedented arcane knowledge is an area even the syndicate hasn't begun to touch. ) Lyric pauses their motions and turns their head slowly towards him. They look too different for someone to mistake them as being related, and Lyric thinks even in his house in cashmere sweaters and button up shirts and pressed slacks they still don't quite fit in. A little too rough around the edges to ever be sanded down enough to fit into place.

"... ... I've just been thinking, I suppose."

-> Lyric slumps back further into their seat on the couch, wedged tight into one corner as they sometimes do when they're anxious. They try not to grind their teeth or chew on their tongue; they can't smoke in the house, either.

"About what I'll do. Or where I'll go, when I'm done, if I can't stay here."

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existential fear of being sick with something they missed in the ER that will kill me in my sleep, and I never get to talk to my friends again really overwhelming tonight

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"Ummmmm..."

-> Lyric mock muses, drawn out as they roll their head along their neck and come back to him. If they flinched in the face of such malignance, they would be cleaved down before they know it. So, they keep their extraneous expressions to their self; clench their jaw and flatten their tongue along the backs of their teeth instead as they think.

"Well, I suspect it has something to do with eating people. Though I guess you had to be human at one point, based on the legends...

I think most people only steal if they have to, and if things were provided equally, they wouldn't have to be held at fault for that."

@malxshrine from ask.

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"You bloomed through the darkness... ♪ Climbing over blackened walls... ♫"

"Those hues of gleaming stardust... ♬ In your eyes, they stretch so far... ♫"

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ekg looked normal. oxygen was normal. blood panel basically came back normal. they said based on the PERC chart or something they ruled out the potential of clots without needing visual imaging ( but idk. I'm still wary and suspicious because clots can be so dangerous. I asked the nurse to do a d dimer test w the blood panel to check but idk if she did. )

they sent me in for a CT scan that didn't show anything as far as like. hemorrhaging or brain clots.

they said it looks like theres some narrowing in my spine ( which could be causing the nerve / arm pain issues ) and they can't find other major or life threatening reasons for why im just consistently dizzy and nauseous and having headaches. They said there's no reason to admit me because I'm not really having muscle weakness or paralysis, and even if they did to get an MRI i might not get one within the next day or so because the schedule for it is really tight.

so they said to follow up w my physician and go see a neurologist and an orthopedic spine doctor, but all that has to wait until after February 1st when my insurance kicks in. so I'll be doing this shit for at least 2 more weeks and hope its not something that kills me teehee.

Went to the dentist. it's not my teeth causing my symptoms as there's no sign of significant or systemic infection.

so I guess we're going to the ER tomorrow! yippie!

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Went to the dentist. it's not my teeth causing my symptoms as there's no sign of significant or systemic infection.

so I guess we're going to the ER tomorrow! yippie!

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hey. what's up.

things really suck right now and I hope everyone is holding the people they love close.

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"no trespassing" "restricted area" "private property" bro im literally curious by nature

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Lyric obtaining a pet crab with an attitude problem: :)

not me giving tamatoa a twst verse just to annoy @lunarscaled

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i am NOT a bite risk. do not listen to them