[IC] Misc. Open Post

[curriculum_fictae]

For various overflow, misc. threads that don't fit on the comms they're for, etc.

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[hijoperdido]

[Every meal, day in and day out, for nearly a decade now. Bruno setting up his own portions brought by Casita and the rats and listening to their conversations through the wall...

He doesn't see the hug coming, still just as stiff and unsure as the first one.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Sorry Bruno, he's not letting go. In fact ... is he crying? Yes, he's crying just a little bit. ]

That's miserable.

[hijoperdido]

Oh boy...

[He's not used to people besides Pepa crying on him, and definitely not recently. Bruno awkwardly pats at Martin's arm............ And then is immediately not sure what to do.]

It's, I mean, sure. But it's been like this for a long time now. I-i'm used to it.

[curriculum_fictae]

That's - that's even worse. That it's gone on this long and you're just numb, because what else can you do?

[hijoperdido]

There isn't anything else I can do. Okay? So. So it's all right. This is better than it used to be, and better than it could be.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ He sucks in a breath. ]

It can be better, Bruno. It doesn't have to stay like this.

[hijoperdido]

It- I mean, it probably won't be like this forever. Just. Until whatever that vision I had about Mirabel happens. Dunno what it'll be like after that.

[curriculum_fictae]

… how long until then?

[hijoperdido]

[He shrugs.]

No sé. But she's starting to look like she did in my vision of that time, so soon. Probably.

[curriculum_fictae]

Stilll. That. That’s too long. It’s been too long…

[hijoperdido]

[He's quiet for a second. His voice is low.]

What would you have me do, then?

[curriculum_fictae]

I -

[ His voice breaks a little. ]

I don't know. Leave, I'd say, but I know it isn't that simple, I just.

[ He sucks in a thick breath. ]

You deserve better than this.

[hijoperdido]

[A nod. A gentle pat on the arm.]

So do they. So do you.

[curriculum_fictae]

And I have better. I've found better. Through - through so much suffering.

[hijoperdido]

Well. Sorry to hear it took that, but. Y-y'know, sometimes. Sometimes you work hard for a miracle. And you have to keep working at it to keep it going.

[curriculum_fictae]

Yeah.

And you work just as hard to make it so other people don't have to go through the same thing.

[hijoperdido]

[He nods, patting Martin's shoulder and opening the little door to his very obviously way better new room.]

Exactly. So.... So it's fine.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ God. That just makes his heart break all over again. ]

Bruno ...

[hijoperdido]

Hm?

[Sorry, he's already busy gathering up all his rats and giving them affection, cooing a bit. Just absolutely ready to settle down with them and forget everything from the last few hours.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Heartbreaking AND cute, god. Martin watches for a moment. ]

Nothing, um. I think I may be here overnight.

[hijoperdido]

Uuuuuhhhh well. We'll grab you some blankets or something. Casita's great, but tiles aren't great for sleeping on

[curriculum_fictae]

No, I imagine not. Um.

... Please tell me you have a bed at least?

[hijoperdido]

Oh yeah definitely.

[He just pats what. Looks like a storage chest with blankets and pillows piled on top of it.]

Perfect bed.

[curriculum_fictae]

.......

My back hurts just looking at that.

[hijoperdido]

Eh, sometimes a bed's a little too soft, sometimes it's a little too hard, can't ever sleep too much, right?

Don't worry, we'll get you something better to sleep on, way better, way nicer. Just need a little bit.

Or if you don't wanna wait, you could take the chair? Either way.