Guess you're a part of Hiyori if that's how you wanna do it!
( then he's bending down to fish around in his pockets. there's a poorly made friendship bracelet there. he loosens the frayed string and places it around the mon's neck. )
I think I know what you are. I'm not sure, but you're part of Hiyori anyway so I think. . . you should hold onto this for me. You'll keep it safer than I could.
[ OOC: RETROACTIVELY changin this mon from hawlucha to riolu which does make ic sense but i can't explain it here & now ]
[ RIOLU is now holding the item FRIENDSHIP BRACELET.
for a moment, nothing seems to happen, but then... a feeling of intense warmth overtakes you and bright shining light engulfs the blue dog. when it fades away...
Nor does that friendship bracelet look so shabby anymore. the once-frayed strings show no signs of wear and the colors have changed to tightly-braided green and pink. You can't help but feel extremely happy. ]
[ The menorah may not be so bad. As you touch the menorah, you experience a memory. As it ends the thought, This is the last time I saw him, crosses your mind. But at least it was a good party. You feel only slightly heavier holding it.
The tea, however, may pose a much larger problem for him, and the dog hovers close nearby as Yukine picks it up.
As you touch the tea bag, you experience a memory. As it ends, the thought, This is the last time I saw him, crosses your mind; I never did manage to help him find his missing shard… You feel shockingly heavy holding it. ]
( he needs a moment because he is weak and stupid. he can't help but cradle the teabag like it's something precious because he didn't get to send off shoelace with a proper goodbye either.
his face feels. . . wet? is he crying? )
I have his shard. I still have it. Even now. It scared Kong and it still scares me, but. . . Shoelace couldn't see it. Not yet. We talked about it and he promised me that I could give it back when he was ready for it. But then he. . . fell asleep.
I'm waiting for him to wake up so he can remember more. So he can be ready for it. If he saw it. . . He'd hate himself.
( then he laughs to himself. )
I know that he loved Kong. No matter how he feels about his past. I loved Kong too. He was—I should have—
( pressing his hands, with the teabag, to his face. )
[ welp. only one thing to be done about a teary face when there's a doge around.
PUPPY KISSES on your teary-wet face
and a solid hug around your middle.
with the gestures comes a feeling of deep empathy, understanding--and yukine will find that both his own feelings of burden and that of the heart's are being lessened by the sharing. ]
( resting his face against the doge because his heart always hurts whenever it concerns kong or shoelace. )
I guess these need to go up too.
( so he's standing up. he presses a kiss to the teabag before putting it into the cabinet, followed by the menorah. )
I remember. . . When Shoelace found out about Yuu. He was so upset that I hadn't picked you, Hiyori. It's weird. A few people on my team thought it'd be inevitable, but nobody actually understood. They just didn't get it. You deserve better than a spirit.
( rubbing his face. )
Not saying that Yuu didn't either but. Yuu's dead. At least it'd be the same for both of us. I even got him to agree to come home with me. Before.
[ this is a much more complicated conversation than this part of the heart is prepared to handle through an avatar that can only bark / say its own name. :| HOWEVER, the 'mon is paying very close attention to the words he's saying, and in particular, it's ears seem to perk wit interest at the last full sentence.
You feel better with both the menorah and the tea bag safely tucked away. ]
( somehow it's easier to talk like this? when there's no feedback. )
After my heart was visited, I don't know. I felt different. I was able to see things a little bit more clearly, I guess? I mean, I think with you too that I was able to stop deciding how stuff should be? I think. . . For Yuu, while I still love him and I'll always love him . . . I can't burden anyone with these feelings. It's too much, right? So, I've been. . . keeping it to myself. But it's still sad because I'd like a reality where we'd work and things could be happy. He was a good boyfriend. He stayed with me at night most of the time and I'd just listen to the sound of his heart beat. It was nice. He made me feel special all the time.
( laughing a little. )
But. I was holding him back. He needs to do some dangerous and scary stuff with no fear or remorse and I just wanted to keep him safe. It's so stupid. He wanted me to come back home with him and even if I could leave everyone behind—and you know I couldn't—I'd always try to hold him back and stop him from who he needs to be. His world was falling apart and he's an important part of fixing all that even if his mortality is questionable. I can't damn his entire world just because I want to hold onto him for as long as I can. And I don't know.
I'm not sure if this is something I should tell you. You're holding in so much hurt already. You don't need mine.
[ there is no judgment, no freak out. no extra heaviness or coldness to indicate that the heart has been hurt. if anything, there's a feeling of warmth, heady and nourishing, as the dog-mon reaches out and holds your hand at the end--a quiet, soothing kind of presence of simply being there ]
[ it's not a waste of time!!! the room's temperature fluctuates wildly at that remark, but nothing impedes him from doing what he's setting out to do.
each object, however, is going to produce a memory, and a feeling of heaviness: As the pen, less so. (At least I was able to tell him how I feel.); with the tiny bricks, the weight is joined with confusion(What happened? They seemed fine...), but worst is the innocuous, tiny hat, which leaves you feeling exceptionally heavier, perhaps a little distraught, even: I wish he hadn't gone back to that. Was there something more I could have done? Offered him a home? ]
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Guess you're a part of Hiyori if that's how you wanna do it!
( then he's bending down to fish around in his pockets. there's a poorly made friendship bracelet there. he loosens the frayed string and places it around the mon's neck. )
I think I know what you are. I'm not sure, but you're part of Hiyori anyway so I think. . . you should hold onto this for me. You'll keep it safer than I could.
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[ RIOLU is now holding the item FRIENDSHIP BRACELET.
for a moment, nothing seems to happen, but then... a feeling of intense warmth overtakes you and bright shining light engulfs the blue dog. when it fades away...
RIOLU has EVOLVED into LUCARIO!
Nor does that friendship bracelet look so shabby anymore. the once-frayed strings show no signs of wear and the colors have changed to tightly-braided green and pink. You can't help but feel extremely happy. ]
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AWESOME!! )
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the dog nods its head YES ]
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( time to get the silver menorah and bag of tea. he pauses before the tea briefly wondering who it belongs to. )
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The tea, however, may pose a much larger problem for him, and the dog hovers close nearby as Yukine picks it up.
As you touch the tea bag, you experience a memory. As it ends, the thought, This is the last time I saw him, crosses your mind; I never did manage to help him find his missing shard… You feel shockingly heavy holding it. ]
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his face feels. . . wet? is he crying? )
I have his shard. I still have it. Even now. It scared Kong and it still scares me, but. . . Shoelace couldn't see it. Not yet. We talked about it and he promised me that I could give it back when he was ready for it. But then he. . . fell asleep.
I'm waiting for him to wake up so he can remember more. So he can be ready for it. If he saw it. . . He'd hate himself.
( then he laughs to himself. )
I know that he loved Kong. No matter how he feels about his past. I loved Kong too. He was—I should have—
( pressing his hands, with the teabag, to his face. )
I should have protected them better.
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PUPPY KISSES on your teary-wet face
and a solid hug around your middle.
with the gestures comes a feeling of deep empathy, understanding--and yukine will find that both his own feelings of burden and that of the heart's are being lessened by the sharing. ]
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I guess these need to go up too.
( so he's standing up. he presses a kiss to the teabag before putting it into the cabinet, followed by the menorah. )
I remember. . . When Shoelace found out about Yuu. He was so upset that I hadn't picked you, Hiyori. It's weird. A few people on my team thought it'd be inevitable, but nobody actually understood. They just didn't get it. You deserve better than a spirit.
( rubbing his face. )
Not saying that Yuu didn't either but. Yuu's dead. At least it'd be the same for both of us. I even got him to agree to come home with me. Before.
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You feel better with both the menorah and the tea bag safely tucked away. ]
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After my heart was visited, I don't know. I felt different. I was able to see things a little bit more clearly, I guess? I mean, I think with you too that I was able to stop deciding how stuff should be? I think. . . For Yuu, while I still love him and I'll always love him . . . I can't burden anyone with these feelings. It's too much, right? So, I've been. . . keeping it to myself. But it's still sad because I'd like a reality where we'd work and things could be happy. He was a good boyfriend. He stayed with me at night most of the time and I'd just listen to the sound of his heart beat. It was nice. He made me feel special all the time.
( laughing a little. )
But. I was holding him back. He needs to do some dangerous and scary stuff with no fear or remorse and I just wanted to keep him safe. It's so stupid. He wanted me to come back home with him and even if I could leave everyone behind—and you know I couldn't—I'd always try to hold him back and stop him from who he needs to be. His world was falling apart and he's an important part of fixing all that even if his mortality is questionable. I can't damn his entire world just because I want to hold onto him for as long as I can. And I don't know.
I'm not sure if this is something I should tell you. You're holding in so much hurt already. You don't need mine.
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( letting go of the dog's hand to pet him appreciatively on the head. then he's going for the last items: legos, a pen, and a blue fez hat. )
Let's get all this stuff up.
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each object, however, is going to produce a memory, and a feeling of heaviness: As the pen, less so. (At least I was able to tell him how I feel.); with the tiny bricks, the weight is joined with confusion (What happened? They seemed fine...), but worst is the innocuous, tiny hat, which leaves you feeling exceptionally heavier, perhaps a little distraught, even: I wish he hadn't gone back to that. Was there something more I could have done? Offered him a home? ]