Kotetsu T. Kaburagi (
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[Open Post, backdated to November 1st] The Rising
Kotetsu wakes up.
...which is a little surprising, considering he hasn't actually slept in a month.
He wakes up, flat on his back in the gardens. The grass is warm beneath him, the breeze is crisp around him. For a moment, he just enjoys it. Even when memories of the past month start to filter back, he lets himself entertain the idea that it was all just a bad dream.
But then he remembers the monster. He remembers being...twisted and transformed. He remembers everything he heard, everything he did. And no, there's no way it was all a dream. He's never been that lucky.
Kotetsu lays a hand against his chest, but...no, there's no denying that whatever Asriel had taken is back where it belongs. Right now, it mostly feels like a heavy weight on his chest. A heavier weight, at least. All of him feels pretty heavy and clumsy now, after a solid month of being insubstantial and invisible.
There are people he needs to see. That knowledge forces its way through to the front of his mind. Kotetsu braces his hands on the ground to try and get up...and immediately gets distracted by the feel of the ground. Such a simple thing that he wants to never, never take for granted again. He laughs out loud to feel it, laughs just to be sure he's not going to sob.
It's been a long month. He kind of wants to get drunk until the next one. But...the grass just feels so nice right now. He's not ready to stand up.
So those of you who are out, about, and reacting to your newly normalized states might come across Kotetsu in the gardens, laying on the ground, pulling up blades of grass a few tufts at a time and watching them be carried away on the breeze. He's smiling like he doesn't have a care in the world.
He has plenty, though, and they eventually become impossible to ignore. So when Kotetsu does get to his feet, he immediately starts running. As he runs, he calls out: "Bunny? Toshi? Where are you?"
Though if he passes by anyone he encountered as a ghost - whether or not they knew he was there - he's definitely going to slow down and hesitate for a moment, wondering what to say. If he should say anything.
...which is a little surprising, considering he hasn't actually slept in a month.
He wakes up, flat on his back in the gardens. The grass is warm beneath him, the breeze is crisp around him. For a moment, he just enjoys it. Even when memories of the past month start to filter back, he lets himself entertain the idea that it was all just a bad dream.
But then he remembers the monster. He remembers being...twisted and transformed. He remembers everything he heard, everything he did. And no, there's no way it was all a dream. He's never been that lucky.
Kotetsu lays a hand against his chest, but...no, there's no denying that whatever Asriel had taken is back where it belongs. Right now, it mostly feels like a heavy weight on his chest. A heavier weight, at least. All of him feels pretty heavy and clumsy now, after a solid month of being insubstantial and invisible.
There are people he needs to see. That knowledge forces its way through to the front of his mind. Kotetsu braces his hands on the ground to try and get up...and immediately gets distracted by the feel of the ground. Such a simple thing that he wants to never, never take for granted again. He laughs out loud to feel it, laughs just to be sure he's not going to sob.
It's been a long month. He kind of wants to get drunk until the next one. But...the grass just feels so nice right now. He's not ready to stand up.
So those of you who are out, about, and reacting to your newly normalized states might come across Kotetsu in the gardens, laying on the ground, pulling up blades of grass a few tufts at a time and watching them be carried away on the breeze. He's smiling like he doesn't have a care in the world.
He has plenty, though, and they eventually become impossible to ignore. So when Kotetsu does get to his feet, he immediately starts running. As he runs, he calls out: "Bunny? Toshi? Where are you?"
Though if he passes by anyone he encountered as a ghost - whether or not they knew he was there - he's definitely going to slow down and hesitate for a moment, wondering what to say. If he should say anything.
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He's being so vulnerable right now. It's not a side of Kotetsu Toshi has seen much. He can count the number of times on one hand. He feels honored to be so trusted, especially by this Kotetsu who hasn't been through hell and back with him, at least not that particular hell. He will cherish this trust that Kotetsu has placed into his care, and hope beyond all hopes that he won't break it this time.
His only comfort when Kotetsu steps away is that it means he isn't crying anymore. Though he could probably stand to let himself be a mess for a little while longer, and though Toshi is more than happy to be here to support him through that, he understands the sense of urgency that cuts Kotetsu off. So he doesn't try to pull him back in, as tempting as that is. He simply rubs a gentle hand on Kotetsu's upper arm. Letting him know in that way that Toshi is still here to support him.
He nods, and then looks away, frowning. "Right. You should. He surely needs you. But I... haven't seen a sign of him anywhere."
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Okay. Okay focus, Kotetsu. Barnaby has to be around here somewhere. Unless he's not, unless he's gone from this place, but...no, Kotetsu won't let himself believe that. Not yet. He can't.
Barnaby has to be around here somewhere. Probably trying to cope alone like the idiot that he is. They need to find him. Better that they try to find him together.
He squeezes Toshi's hand in a gesture of appreciation, even as Kotetsu looks up and then back down the hallway. "Want to help me look for him?"
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Toshi forms a small smile as his hand is squeezed. Of course Kotetsu is offering. Protests rise up, and he swallows them back. Kotetsu would argue, and they don't need that right now, none of them. "If you think that's a good idea. He might not be keen to see me, just yet, though. I'd rather you talk to him first, when we find him." There's only the slightest hint in there of the thought that maybe Toshi himself isn't quite ready to face Barnaby, either. Even if he wants to hug it better. It's confusing and complicated.