#( trad. “red. orange. blue. purple... beautiful... it's beautiful... it's it beautiful jona?” / “what?” / “not the hospital!” )

[diicha]

He was supposed to receive his favourite happy pills after the test. "It will take only a moment.", he was told by the men that took him from his tent, while transporting him in the car. "You take the test, have a few hours of fun, we jot down what happens to you, and then happy pills. A bag full of them. Deal? " An entire bag. All for him! He could have smiled, if he wasn't so bad in withdrawal, slumped in the back seat and trembling like a leaf in the wind. He just nodded, desperately so. Anything, anything, anything. He didn't hesitate to sit on the chair in the middle of the dirty room, he didn't even flinch when the two men grabbed his arm and thrust a needle in it, injecting him with something that burned into his veins and made his head immediately spin. He didn't even notice he fell from the chair, and none of the men helped him. They just stared, jotting down notes, watching him being prey of spasms and tremors.

And then, the room's grey aspect suddenly coloured. It was rainbow, and shiny, and ever moving, and everything became a blur all of a sudden.

He was in the streets soon after, staggering around alone, without understanding how he got out of the room nor where the men even were. He knew he didn't have his bag of happy pills, because they couldn't give them to him, but he has no clue of why. He can't really understand - not even where he's going, with the walls coloured and ever moving, and the sky becoming a huge rainbow of shifting shades. He fell in the alley, and from that moment he just stared at the sky, muttering. « Rojo. Naranja. Azul. Púrpura... Hermoso… ». A broken chuckle. « Es hermoso... ¿No es hermoso, Jona? »

He doesn't know how long he stays there, but he's still muttering at the sky when he feels being picked up. He makes a surprised sound halfway through the vigilante's gesture, and finds himself on her shoulder without really having the time, or even remotely the lucidity, to think of doing something to stop her. The alley has even more colours than the sky, and for a moment it is more interesting than the person moving him. « ¿Qué? » he asks when she talks, his voice drawn out, the different language clicking late into place. « Ah... wha...? » he starts, only to get lost again in the colours.

It takes her to name the hospital to finally get him to hold his attention a few seconds longer, though he understands the sentence late, translating it mentally with difficulty. When he does, though, he's suddenly rigid and jumpy on her shoulder, his breath already irregular getting even worse.

« ¡El hospital no! » he exclaims - almost screams -, forgetting again to talk in English and more focused for a moment in the attempt to get down her shoulder. So high on drugs, he can barely even recognize what's the ground and what's the sky at this point. « N... no hospital! Hospital, ahh, b-bad! I good here, I can walk home! I can walk home!! ». He grasps to her, so weakly trying to get down to feel pathetic. Everything is spinning so hard, he can't even make the right movements to actually get away from her grip. It's probably evident as well how bad his lie is - even if that broken tent he found can actually be considered a home, he doesn't have any idea of where he is right now. Yet, he still insists, despite the head spinning and the injected arm almost unable to move by how badly it hurts. « P-put down me! Okay? I can wa-walk! I walk, I walk!! »

[ Over the shoulder // Still Accepting! ]

@ghostories asked:

HI ISII :3c from @diicha , if you feel like it! / Like a Bag (he's underweight and really easy to pick up sjfkh)

Send “Like a Bag” for my muse to suddenly pick up yours

Schatten definitely would never call herself a hero. But that didn't meant that she wouldn't help someone! ... At least if she thinks they needed help, and she could provide this help. Like right now. She had found this man in an alley, that the vigilante had just been passing through. And she was... pretty sure he wasn't really... there. He was awake but... not really in the right mind... Actually, Lilli was wondering if he was on some kind of drug. Which one, no idea. There were way to many, and she isn't exactly an expert.

And she can't let this man just stay here. Not like this. So. Why not bringing him at least to a hospital? Or, if she can get it out of him, while on her way to a medical facility, his home. So the woman simply tries picking him up... and hesitated when she noticed how light he is. For a grown man he was way to light. Still, she continued, and now puts Gillspie over her shoulder. Much easier to carry him around like this! It's still concerning that she can pick him up though... Without even using her powers!

" Seriously Mister! Zhat's totally not a place to spend zhe night, don't you zhink? "

She wonders if he could even hear or understand that she is saying.

" If you ain't telling me vhere your home is, I'm going to bring you to a hospital! Can't leave you just here like zhis, eh? "