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[wroughtandtempered]

"...This is Eve. Leave a message if you want. Or just fucking text me, I get those fast."

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un: abnormalitylover, text - after heart game

[abnormalizes]

How are you feeling?

[wroughtandtempered]

[ like an hour later ]

fucking ow

[abnormalizes]

Yeah I can imagine people wandering around in your head would leave you with like a killer migraine or something. Anything I can do?

[wroughtandtempered]

feel like fucking
soup

mindfuck was almost better than this

no clue I don't think painkillers are gonna touch this when it's not physical

[abnormalizes]

Oh geeze. Uhhhh I've got scritches if you want them? Or should I just let you try to like, nap it off?

[wroughtandtempered]

[ give her like five minutes to laboriously ponder that one ]

scritches good
if you don't mind me whining both literally and not the whole time
ugh

[abnormalizes]

I'll be over in ten minutes to Scritch.

[And indeed, in ten minutes she's knocking on the birdtile house's door.]

[wroughtandtempered]

[ she gets another text. ]

upstairs on the left
think the door's not locked
sorry soup doesn't have legs

[abnormalizes]

[Inside and up the stars she goes! Headed to the left room.]

Searching for a bowl of Eve soup... highly nutritious with plenty of iron...

[wroughtandtempered]

[ faintly ]

'm so fucking watered down. No nutrition.

[ she is, in fact, a literal bowl of Eve soup— she's noodled in a bed shaped like a ramen bowl, chin resting on a pillow shaped like half a boiled egg. ]

[abnormalizes]

[Settling down next to her.]

I probably should be drinking more water regularly anyway. Where's the best place for scritches?

[wroughtandtempered]

Uh.

[ very intelligible, Eve. she wrinkles up her nose a little bit, and then slowly rolls her head toward Evangeline. ]

Between my eyes's where it hurts worst. I think. Fuck.

[abnormalizes]

[Can do, very gentle scritches for Eve.]

-Thanks for letting me help you.

[She isn't talking about the scritches.]

[wroughtandtempered]

[ squinting her eyes open ]

...you did something.

[ she sounds a little unhappy— oh. probably because she feels a little unhappy, somewhere under the slip and slide that is trying to get her thoughts in any sort of order. ]

[abnormalizes]

Well, yeah, that was the point, right? Put the pieces of you back together and return them where they belonged?


[She's not wearing her flower, incidentally.]

[wroughtandtempered]

...don't really remember.

[ she's still squinting dubiously—the lights are dim but they are still killing her a bit—but after a moment she shuts her eyes again and just. oozes partly out of the bowl-bed into Evangeline's lap. hi. ]

[abnormalizes]

[Hi, scritch scritch scritch.]

That's fair, it was pretty metaphorical in there. -I heard you calling to me for help, so I did my best.

[wroughtandtempered]

[ BIG SIGH ]

That shit's always like that. ...Don't know whether I'm curious or if that feels too... Shit. What's the— navel-gaze-y.

[abnormalizes]

If you want to know later, I'll tell you? Right now it would probably just make you More Soup.

[wroughtandtempered]

Yeah.

—wait, shit—

[ said as she tries to sit up, which she obviously immediately regrets a whole lot, judging by the immediate swearing and the way she re-flops ]

[abnormalizes]

What is it?

[Concern!!!]

[wroughtandtempered]

[ give her another second— okay. okay headache go get fucked ]

You didn't— was there any bad shit in there?

[abnormalizes]

Ummm. I mean, I saw the memory of you leaving home, sorry? But in terms of like, anything actively dangerous, not really.

[wroughtandtempered]

[ time to become Liquid ]

Oh thank fuck. [ ... ] That's... not a great memory or anything, but.

I don't mind talking about it. It doesn't involve maiming. Good e-fucking-nough.

[abnormalizes]

Oh, yeah, no. No maiming. Mostly Big Feeling stuff.