[ a low hum slid from the being at the realization of nick’s ignorance towards his own health, and eyes narrowed with furrowed brows. ]
right, [ he agreed, sounding tired. drеаm took a regen potion from his inventory and popped the cap with a thumb. ] sure can’t.
sleeping, [ drеаm echoed, voice warbled like a scratched record, peering at the brit with white slits of eyes. his mask was discarded, swirling void faced towards the other. ]
you do that a lot. thats the reason you keep missin’ me.
okay, yeah, i did. ( moving his clout goggles from over his eyes to the top of his head. his different coloured eyes showing. )
me? ive been .. sleeping. sleeping a lot. ( a small shrug, staring at the ground. his one hand sitting on the ground. )
[ the “no face under his mask” was partially true, intangible void hidden beyond porcelain. one hand cupped his opposite elbow, eyes to the floor.
guilt reeked off of him in waves. something abnormal to him. ]
thanks. how have— how have you been?
old? jeez, you befriend a god once, [ drеаm muses, running a hand through tangled hair, brows furrowing. ]
bah. whatever. what’ve you been up to? [ brushing himself off, he sits in front of him, criss cross applesauce. ]
yeah, idiot face. ( a small smile, he's happy. ) yes, it's old too.
( he laughs quietly, sitting on the ground. his knees up to his chin. a yawn comes from him quietly, but he won't sleep. not now at least. ) hope you do.
[ nimble steps inch forward whenever she stepped back, but he respectfully kept his distance. he knew he looked scary, to her no less.
his head cocked in inquiry. ] away. had to do some business elsewhere, nothing of your concern nor benefit.
sorry for not saying anything.
ah. right.
[ a hum slides through tense air with ease, settling nick beside him and gingerly moving his arm to rest on his shoulder so he could see his side.
he doesn’t need to ask permission and just peels darkened fabric away from the wound. ] didn’t mean to do that.
idiot face, [ he muses, rolling his eyes. ] this old thing? come oooon.
[ a hand rubs the back of his neck sheepishly and if there was skin across his countenance, he’d be flushed. ] missed yours.
psh. .. ( a small scoff. he rolls his eyes, but can't help the grin that sits on his lips. he stares at him, getting a good look of him. he's missed him a lot, actually. )
no. .. okay yes. i did. missed seeing your idiot face.