#mono.removed

@yxllowcoat to Mono about The Drop :,)

"it was my fault" prompts = accepting.

"it shouldn't have." mono quietly responds, nails digging into his palms. he stares her down with hidden reflective gray eyes. she... can admit that, at least. why does it hurt so much? it's been forever. or maybe it hasn't. he's all but lost his sense of time since getting out of that tower.

Six waved Mono over, and once he joined her, she pointed up at the sky. It was full of stars, cloudless, and dark, dark blue.

She sat down to admire the twinkling stars, smiling gently to herself.

It wasn’t often she got to see things like this… and she wanted Mono to see it, too.

@yxllowcoat :333

unprompted asks. = accepting!

mono tilts his head, setting his sewing kit to the side. he stands and brushes his coat off, meandering over to his friend. she points upward, and he tips his head back to follow her finger. behind his bag, his eyes widen. the sky is massive but not black. lots more lights than he could ever count hang inside it.

it spans over everywhere. no clouds are there to hide it. is this what the night is supposed to look like? he's only ever seen rain and clouds.

pokemon bd/sp starters. = accepting.

the boy gives a light, shaky chuckle. he tries to wipe some blood off his sleeve, but it doesn't come up easy. his heart is pounding, and his arm hurts --- still, six's remark brings him mirth. he sits down in the corner of their hidey-hole.

examine an item/person... = accepting!

she's mono's friend, or at least that's what he thought. he last glimpses her as he plummets, the shadows of her hood concealing her face wholly. mono wakes some time later, head spinning. flesh gurgles and churns under his feet as he stands. mono stares upward, calling out fruitlessly. six's hand must have slipped. there's no other reason. her scathing looks were a result of panic.

that's... fine. he can wait for her.

he's good at waiting for people.

they're friends. she'll come back.

examine an item/person... = accepting!

she is not a monster, despite looking mangled like one; she is his friend, and she is scared. she is hiding. he knows the feeling, but this is a terrible place to hide. who knows what this tower will do to her if she's left here for longer?

mono moves away, looking around with purpose.

the sounds of nightmares. = accepting.

the gap is wide, and he is not the most agile. she's leapt across with far more ease and much less hesitation than he. mono looks out over the gap, the city's warped height causing him to falter upon sight if the gaping alleys below. what if i fall? what if i fall-?

"we're in this together."

her voice is barely audible over the rain. he still hears her. soaked bag crinkles as he looks in six's direction ; she intends to help. trust, as warmth, blossoms in his chest. the boy steps a few paces back, breathing in. one foot forward, then another and another until he's running.

mono throws himself at the door as well, pushing with all his might. despite the combined strength of the kids, the heavy door doesn't budge. mono pauses to catch his breath, ruffling his own hair a little.