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Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [11/18].

As far as the sort of tomfuckery this island liked to throw around all over the place, the last weekend actually hadn't been too bad, but that didn't stop Wayne from just feeling glad to have woken up that morning back to his proper age again and having things get back into their usual swing of things, just in time for Monday Morning ~~Brek'est~~ Breakfast as normal.

Even if his reasons for being glad for this were about a good 50/50 split between just liking things to stay as normal as possibe around here and the fact that he'd run around calling his girlfriend Thuri.

And, oh, sure, he'd get over the lisp just fine. He'd done it once, he'd do it again. But it wasn't himself he was worried about getting over it, it was more other people, but if they had a lick of sense to 'em, they'd just forget about it and move on with their lives.

But that was usually the problem.

Either way, there was breakfast that morning, like pert'near every Monday morning, with all the usual things because somehow the island managed to provide enough in the fridge for it even if Wayne hadn't exactly had a chance to do his usual Sunday breakfast shopping that weekend.

[[ and of course, if it's brek'est, it's open! ]]

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Nina had… gravely considered just hiding under her bed or in her closet and, perhaps, never coming out but then realized that if she did so, people might come looking for her and while a part of her would be thrilled at that a greater part of her would be mortified.

But she was not at all in the mood to say good morning as she moped into the common room and flung herself dramatically upon the couch, so done with life.

The worst part was she wasn't sure if she was mourning her ruined date or her big mouth as a child more.

Ugh.

Edited 2019-11-18 14:16 (UTC)

Now that was something so markedly un-Nina-like that Wayne almost had to wonder if they'd hopped right into some new sort of strangeness and it just managed to skip him. Brows lifted, his gaze tracked Nina from her silent entrance all the way over to her dramatic decent onto the couch.

Then he gave her a second, a bit of a pause, before venturing, "Nina....how are ya now?"

Nina heaved a sigh that was positively doom-laden.

There. That was how she was, Wayne.

"Tell me how you are?????????????" she sighed instead, not making one single jot of effort to move from her dramatically supine position.

And, in normal circumstances, Wayne would have responded to that question with a solid and dutiful not so bad, but this was clearly not exactly...normal circumstances.

So what Nina got in response instead was a drawling, "Better'n you, apparentleh," and a concerned frown. He finished up his current pancake and added it to the pancake pile, before shutting off the burner he was using and setting aside the pan because this felt like something that might need an undivided attention. And, to prove to Nina that she had it, he turned around in his stiff fashion to face her on the couch. "What's the frequency, Kenneth?"

Now, Nina would think that was sweet of him, truly, to give her his full attention when he could be doing breakfast instead. But what he said, even through her fog of despair, made her furrow her brow.

The meaning was clear enough, but…

She raised her head, just slightly. "Who's Kenneth????"

Curiosity was a terrible, terrible thing and Nina always had a Need To Know.

Wayne sighed, realizing a bit after the fact that he should have fuckin' known better.

"It's a reference," he explained, "to a 1994 song of that name by American alternative rock band R.E.M."

Then he turned his head for a moment, something softening behind those squinting eyes as he seemed to just look somewhat longingly into the distance as he murmured, "No one here understands my references..."

But then he was right back to squinting with concern back at Nina. "So's in this instance, you're Kenneth, and the frequency is what's up with you this morning, when you come in here all sighs and swoons instead of shouting 'good morning's like there was a blow-out sale at the T&C on vowels and punctuation marks!"

"I seem to recall that you didn't like my shouting this weekend," she replied, rather dismally, even though this weekend was, in fact, proof that she'd gotten quieter with age.

Ish.

… She no longer shouted every sentence at the top of her lungs.

"And the dear man who owns T&C has worse punctuation than I……………"

Mostly because she hadn't yet figured out how to fling hearts about the way he did.

Look, addressing these things meant she didn't have to full-on cope with the fact that Wayne was actually concerned about her. She hadn't really expected that? She'd thought it would be more 'oh, yes, Nina is at it again…'

"I know Apu's accent is a bit strong, Nina," said Wayne, who had no reason to believe that Apu wasn't the owner of the T&C, since he was always there when he'd come in, and he hadn't had the distinct pleasure of meeting the actual owner yet, and, if he knew who the actual owner was, he would be perfectly fine with that fact, "but that's no reason to disparage the man by suggesting he's guilty of crimes against punctuation through vocalization alone up to and exceeding transgressions of your own!

"And don't change the subject!" he added, which was, of course, the important part. "If you're going to come waltzing in here without so much as a how-d'you-do, then something must be wrong."

And everything was exposed to be back to right today, so he didn't take too kindly to the idea that something might still be wrong, least of all with Nina.

"Apu doesn't own T&C," she complained, "Shunsui does and he's just lovely………….."

And…

Honestly, now that she thought of it, he might be the best person to bemoan her fate at.

Apu would probably like to argue that Shunsui's ownership was merely a technicality, but Wayne was not here to discuss that.

"Not the answer to my question, Nina," he said firmly.

You see, Nina, you might have a big brother now, but Prompto was a goddamn lightweight. Wayne had more Big Brother in his pinkie finger than that weird skid had in his whole skinny skid body.

To be fair to Prompto, Nina was a much lighter sleeper than he was and much better at crawling out of bed early, so when she'd woken up wrapped around his kitty pillow and no longer a child, she had done the only sensible thing and fled before he'd even had a chance to begin to wake up.

She doubted he was even awake yet.

… She was probably going to have to return the kitty pillow at some point soon though. Nina hadn't meant to, but it had come with her and was currently keeping her moogle doll company.

"You'll think it's silly," she complained, instead, and a bit sulkily.

[What's that? Me? SHAMELESSLY MODDING THINGS? :o]

"More'n likeleh," Wayne agreed, easily and without a moment's hesitation, because he knew he was talking to. "But you tellin' me about it now's gonna be a whole lot better'n you sighin' and mopin' about it the whole time we're tryin' to talk about somethin' else."

[[ :o :o :o Howdareyou. ]]

She Sighed. Ugh. He was, like, probably right.

(But only probably.)

"I didn't like being a kid around all of everyone here," Nina muttered sulkily, with a touch of resentment. "And it ruined my date…………….."

Her first date!

Wayne squinted a little bit at that first part, figgurin' they could get to that later, especially since that one was probably a bit more complicated than what he had in regards to the first.

"Ruined how?" he demanded. "Can't you jus' reschedule?"

See, this was why she hadn't wanted to tell Wayne. No sympathy whatsoever.

"I probably will," she admitted pathetically, "but, like, it won't be the same……………. all that energy and anticipation just, like, totally ruined……………"

Not even a little, because she was right. He thought this whole thing was being a bit silleh, but, at the same time, Wayne sort of expected as much out of Nina.

Right down to the squint-and-quirked-brow combo she was getting for that probably.

"On the contrary!" he countered brusquely. "If anything, you've only got time now to build up more, though I don't see why you'd wanna go an' do that in the first place, fuck, pitter-patter, Nina! Why's you gotta build up all that energy and anticipation in the first place?"

Tisarwat almost thought about skipping breakfast that morning. After a weekend of having a mind again that was distinctly her own, of being reminded of just who that Other Tisarwat had been when she'd practically forgotten her by now, having her head stuffed with thousands of years of memories that weren't even her own again hit her like a brick. Her head was throbbing, as if it forgot just how to hold all those memories, burning especially hard at that spot where her implant used to be. It would take a whole lot more than some tea to fix this kind of pain, which is part of the reason why she did eventually wander upstairs, because at least she knew a couple people now who might be able to heal it...or at least lessen the pain a little with their healing.

"G'morning, everyo--" she started, trying to keep the pain out of her voice and her expression and failing, but then she stopped and blinked, somewhat confused, because her usual spot on the couch was taken up by a flopped Nina.

Her eyes moved distractedly over to consider a chair, but for now she just weakly offered, "Anyone for tea?"

"I'd have some tea," said Wayne, almost automatically, but just like his response with Nina, there was a pause for the distinctly unusual way that Tisarwat came in to offer up her usual tea. Maybe there was something else going on that had skipped him over just now, and he frowned a moment before downing the last of his coffee and holding out the mug for Tisarwat to fill.

"Tisarwat," he eyed her a little suspiciously, perhaps putting a bit more meaning into the question than just going through the motions today. "How are ya now?"

"I've been better," Tisarwat admitted, a bit weakly, mildly, though she tried to smile a little through it, instead of just grimacing as usual about the remnants of coffee in Wayne's much, as well as the gruffness of his usual greeting for today in particular. "But I hope some food will help. How about yourself, Wayne? Did you have an interesting weekend, too?"

Nina gave a plaintive sort of wave vaguely in Tisarwat's direction, content to be collapsed, though she did have to take a long pause before that wave but after Tisarwat's words to wriggle her hands into gloves before she waved.

That was not really an answer about the tea but, really, she always took tea.

Even if she was currently in the Throes of Dismay.

And maybe pondering if the pain in Tisarwat's voice was, like, a hangover or something more.

Not only did Nina always take tea and always wear proper gloves for it, but Nina looked like she needed the tea just about as badly as Tisarwat did that morning. So putting aside her own pain at the moment (which was definitely something thousands of times more than a hangover), she pulled out one of the nice cups from her tea set, dutifully poured, and went to join Nina over on the couch, with the tea ready for whenever she was prepared to sit up for it.

"What's the matter, Nina? You're not your usual cheerful self this morning..."

And, truly, Nina deeply appreciated the effort but between more words and coming closer, it was pretty clear that…

She shaded her eyes (unnecessarily) with her hand to peer at Tisarwat.

"My dreadfulness," she said, "can wait………….. you're in pain."

And, really, despite her theatrics, Nina knew which was more important.

Tisarwat thought about brushing aside her pain for the moment, but Nina was one of the people she knew could actually help her with that pain, so, wincing slightly, but still with a faint smile, she merely postponed it, because, theatrics and pain aside, there was still something more important to take care of...

...if you were Radchaai, anyway.

"Tea first," she insisted gently, holding out the cup. "And then we can discuss all of our various aches and pains."

Physical or otherwise.

Tea, first?

Nina blinked at Tisarwat, then at the cup, and considered arguing but, really, Tisarwat didn't appear to be bleeding out, and so…

"Well," she said, sitting up and wriggling over so that there was plenty of room for Tisarwat to sit. "If you insist………………"

Then, because she couldn't help asking, even as she reached for the tea, "Thank you, but would you have said the same if you were in imminent danger of dying?????????????"

"I do insist," Tisarwat said with her faint smile growing a little bit as she handed that cup over, "so it's a good thing that I'm not in imminent danger of dying. Would you believe me if I said yes, though?"

Nina wrapped herself around that tea cup, breathing in the steam with an appreciative sort of sigh.

"Well………..," she said, "I suppose, if you're ever bleeding around me, that we'll find out for sure……………"

And that sort of reaction was exactly why it was tea first.

"Hopefully it'll never get to that point," Tisarwat noted, "but, at least I know if it does, I'll be in good hands."

Words that, as Tisarwat poured herself some tea now, made her smile fade just a little, because, if she remembered, hands would be a crucial part in how Nina did her healing, if she were to ask. It made her sort of wish Lana had been here instead of Nina, since her method of healing seemed far less...complicated, despite that fact that she knew Nina was almost always at breakfast and Lana rarely was.

"But now that we've got tea...," she prompted, once her own tea was poured, her flask set aside, and she'd had a long sip.

"It's time to deal with our pains and hurts??????????????" Nina suggested, taking a sip of her tea before also setting hers aside even as she slanted a considering look Tisarwat's way.

"What's wrong?????????????"

"It's my head," Tisarwat offered with another faint, weak smile, before buring a wince in another sip of tea and sort of curling both her hands and her shoulders around the cup a little. It might have been a posture she might have taken just to illicite sympathy in most situations, but today it felt much more genuine as she thought of how to explain, or even if she should have to. "A headache...or a migraine, probably, it's that bad. I get them sometimes, but I think the switch back from being a kid really triggered it this morning..."

Nina's eyes narrowed speculatively.

"I can fix the headache," she said, though really, it was probably a ridiculous usage of her magic and yet, really, it wasn't like she was doing anything more important… "Though, like, if it's a reoccurring thing, I probably can't fix what's causing it so it would be just a 'treat the symptoms, not the cause' thing???????????????"

Tisarwat closed her eyes for a moment, shaking her head marginally, which was just as much as she was comfortable with moving it unnecessarily. "I know you can't really fix that," she said, "and I wouldn't even ask if it wasn't so bad. This is probably the worst one yet, and the meds here are practically useless."

She almost hated the fact that she felt like she'd do just about anything for some good, strong Radchaai drugs about now.

"Then we'll heal that," Nina said simply. "Unless, like, you got any questions or anything first???????????????"

Tisarwat considered a little caution, thought about asking, because she thought she remembered Nina mentioning her healing had something to do with hands, but the awful pounding and that burning sensation was enough that she firmly decided it didn't matter.

She'd put herself through worse, after all. And remembered even worse things than that.

"No questions," she said, closing her eyes again because that somehow made it easier. "Just gratitude." She smiled a little. "I really appreciate it, Nina."

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