@GODSEGMENT ( A huff. )
Youβve no idea
just how many cigarettes
Iβve smoked throughout this.
( That grin of his shifts
to something a bit more
genuine, perhaps concerned. )
Do you want to stand up?
Your skin is . .
extremely hot to the touch.
Are you sure youβre well?
( Awakened by the lack
of featherly warmth by his side
and amidst tumbles of gems that
scatter all around. )
Omegaβ?
( He rises to seeβ
ah.. not quite. )
Well, not quite, but I see
you have shed your feathers.
Are you awake?
How do you feel?
( A blanket is brought to him.)
He's laying against a wall,
The rest of his body,
Seemingly naked, shaded
By the broken pieces of
Furniture to the side.
His skin seemed to glow,
Only through the little lines
Coursing his limbs and face ;
He looked like Omega,
Unscathed, breathing
Loud and slow,
Grinning.
@GODSEGMENT I might even sayβ
almost /cute/.
( He does look pleased
by this, how can the banker not?
A small price for his dearest
to pay for the harm befalling his bedroom. )
Youβd do well not to
cause such stress to me in the future.
I had faith you would return,
butβ
` We live within a vast,
Endless universe, as
Insignificant beings,
With insignificant
Problems . Do stars
Out there worry about
The things we do .α£
It doesn't matter .
I only hope, since
You hadn't found your
Place here, that the
Stars had welcomed
You better .
#dottolone
@GODSEGMENT and destroy all
of my furniture.
And jewelry.
As for being in one piece,
I found you rather amenable,
perhaps even endearing
compared to interactions others
may have had with you.
(cough, Prime, cough)
Even so,
I am glad to see you.
I did miss hearing your
voice.
@GODSEGMENT ( That /would/ surprise him, indeed.
Sure enough, as fingers would
brush against flesh, his brows
would rise with concern.
Was he feverish?
This seemed worse than even that.)
No mess?
Hmph.
I will keep that in mind,
next time you decide
to become a giant bird
β
@GODSEGMENT ( He watched him with
quite a steady expression.
Would Dottore ever
truly surprise him after this?
Surely, heβd find a way. )
That it has.
You see the mess
youβve made in my bedroom, hm?
( Fingers would reach out
to rest against Dottoreβs hand,
almost to steady it. )
β