[He's glowing... It's so strange. Sunny's seen so many bizarre things since coming here, but never someone glowing... The sound of pencil on paper is familiar, and Sunny feels a weak pang of longing for it. He inches closer through the darkness, unsure of how to announce his presence without startling the other boy. He tries to thud his socked feet a little more solidly against the wooden floor, even though his approach is slow. He won't get too close...]
[The soft announcement works. The scratch of graphite stops, and he glances up from his drawing. He's met everyone who lives here. Everyone except for...
'Sunny'.
That's what he thinks the name was. That's right. It's dark, but his eyes have adjusted to the room, and he cannot help but see an uncanny familiarity to... Ivan. He reminds him of Ivan when he was younger.
Till doesn't want to surprise him in turn, so he scribbles in his notebook again, before lifting it up. Hopefully, the kid can see it in the dim light. Or read in general.]
Hey.
Are you Sonny?
[He doesn't know which way he spells it, but he assumes it's close enough.]
[It's a common enough mix-up. Sunny won't bother correcting. He points to the page and nods his head. It's rare to "talk" with someone who also doesn't actually talk, but it's almost a comfort. The pad of paper will help. Sunny gestures toward the boy, hoping the message is clear enough - and you?]
[Exactly who Sunny suspected then - Till, a friend of Ivan's. The fact they're from the same world surprises him, though he can't be sure why. Maybe it's the idea of other "worlds" existing at all. Even after a month in this place, Sunny still assumes most of what's happening must just be part of his own never-ending nightmare. Till and Ivan could just as soon have been conjured from Sunny's own mind...
[Sunny's eyes flicker back to where 'Ivan' is now written on the page, and he hesitates for a few long seconds...
[Then, he offers Till his hand for a shake, a 'nice to meet you'. Till is being friendly, so...there's no reason not to be friendly too.]
[He stares at the hand for a moment, not too familiar with it. Certainly, no one has ever wanted to shake HIS hand, before. But he does recall his guardian having done it with others over deals and business.
This isn't supposed to be a transaction, though, he doesn't think. After a moment, he holds out a hand to shake.
[The hesitation makes things...a bit awkward, but...only for a second or two (or so Sunny hopes...)! He shakes Till's hand, and it's the most pitiful, wet napkin of a handshake this or any world has ever seen. It's a wonder this kid can pick up a pencil with his grip strength.
[He inclines his head, polite, then lets go. A glance at the page Till had been scribbling on catches his eye again ("Ivan"). He points to the drawing, not the writing ("Ivan"). Then he looks at Till with slightly raised eyebrows. Maybe he'll show him more.]
[The picture? Oh- maybe he wants to see it? Or perhaps something more? Pulling the notebook back to him, he flips through some of the pages to a sketch of children. A short-haired girl, another one with glasses, one that looks surprisingly like Sunny, in all honesty, and of Till. They're all in plain clothes, but look happy.
He hands the notebook to Sunny, before drawing another out of his bag to write with. He is PREPARED.]
[Sunny views the drawing, somehow quieter than usual. His fingers hover right above it, but he doesn't dare touch the paper, lest he smudge the happy image. They children here all look like friends. One of them looks like Till, and...another...
[Sunny points to Ivan on the page, then looks at Till - This one?]
[He nods, and points out Ivan himself. Then, he points to another and at himself. 'This one is me'.]
Ivan didn't use to look like he does now.
I'm super pissed at whatever's responsible for fucking with him. He was probably so scared going through such a weird change.
[Anyone would have been. Even now it boils his blood. He shows Sunny the note, before jotting a bit more down.]
Ivan always wears that stupid smile like he's okay or something. There's a lot of pain inside, beneath it, though.
[. . . Till's feeling it for the first time, and he wishes there was an easy method of just soothing it over. After years of pain, no one heals overnight, though.]
[That confession, silent as it is, conspicuously written down on paper, makes Sunny feel lightheaded.
[He already knew, didn't he, that Ivan didn't always look that way? Till is right. Anyone would be terrified, going through something like that. All Sunny offered him was his own fear. If only Ivan knew Sunny was a monster too, maybe he'd also be afraid...
[Sunny isn't sure what to say. He hasn't been lovely to Ivan. He avoids him like the plague. He...
[Felt so much like his prey. Ivan had insisted he'd only been trying to help...
[When Sunny nods his head, he looks guilty. He feels it. He isn't a good friend, a worse enemy. He feels anxious, like their many-legged roommate might come into the room at any moment...
[Maybe...they should talk about something else.
[Sunny points again to the piece of paper, this time to one of the little girls next to Till and Ivan. She's wearing glasses.]
[He smiles a bit when he moves to Mizi... a little sad but fond.]
The girl with the glasses is Mizi. She's probably the prettiest, kindest person you could ever meet. She's like an angel.
[The last time he saw her, for those split seconds before the gunshot dropped him, he can recall she looked a little different, though. She had short hair.
His finger shifts to the final remaining child in the picture after he holds up the note for Sunny, and then scribbles out another message.]
And the other girl is Sua. She was kinda scary, but she was important to Mizi. She wasn't a bad person, either. A lot of kids really admired her.
[Just... a little awkward to be around if left alone with her.]
[Mizi. Ivan's classmate, Sunny thinks he called her. She did look pretty, and she did look kind; pink-haired, still sweet. Sunny's eyes shift to Sua. Till only speaks about her in the past tense.
[He doesn't want to ask what happened, and of course, he wouldn't (he wouldn't ask anything). He could use the pencil just as easily as Till does, but he doesn't. He just admires the picture as if it were a photo...
[Ivan had been so baffled by his polaroid.
[Sunny's eyes meet Till's again, and he nods toward the paper, giving the other boy a thumbs up, just slightly trembling (because Sunny is always just slightly trembling).
[He studies Sunny for a moment. He seems kinda frail. Not that Till can talk right now. He's lost weight and looks like shit. Sunny just looks delicate to him. He can't really place how old or young he is, either.
He scribbles in his notebook and gives Sunny a dry expression.]
[Sunny's eyebrows shoot up, and he raises both his hands, shaking his head. No, no, no. No falling in love here. He doesn't even know Mizi (Is she here too?), he shouldn't be thinking of Aubrey, and Lortel is probably just over in the next room (whatever that means).
[There's a little sigh of relief when Till doesn't continue to needle him. At his offer, Sunny carefully pulls the sketchbook into his lap and begins flipping through. Scrawled up on the pages are memory after memory, or so Sunny assumes. Really, it's such a special thing that Till let him in to see it...
[Once he's done, he holds his hand out for Till's pencil, brows slightly raised. Is it okay? Can he write something too?]
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'Sunny'.
That's what he thinks the name was. That's right. It's dark, but his eyes have adjusted to the room, and he cannot help but see an uncanny familiarity to... Ivan. He reminds him of Ivan when he was younger.
Till doesn't want to surprise him in turn, so he scribbles in his notebook again, before lifting it up. Hopefully, the kid can see it in the dim light. Or read in general.]
Hey.
Are you Sonny?
[He doesn't know which way he spells it, but he assumes it's close enough.]
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Pulling the notebook back to himself, he answers.]
Till.
[Simply. Before pulling it back to write another message quickly.]
I'm friends with Ivan from the same world.
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[Sunny's eyes flicker back to where 'Ivan' is now written on the page, and he hesitates for a few long seconds...
[Then, he offers Till his hand for a shake, a 'nice to meet you'. Till is being friendly, so...there's no reason not to be friendly too.]
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This isn't supposed to be a transaction, though, he doesn't think. After a moment, he holds out a hand to shake.
Maybe this is a common custom on other plants?]
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[He inclines his head, polite, then lets go. A glance at the page Till had been scribbling on catches his eye again ("Ivan"). He points to the drawing, not the writing ("Ivan"). Then he looks at Till with slightly raised eyebrows. Maybe he'll show him more.]
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He hands the notebook to Sunny, before drawing another out of his bag to write with. He is PREPARED.]
You look kind of like Ivan when he was younger.
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[Sunny points to Ivan on the page, then looks at Till - This one?]
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Ivan didn't use to look like he does now.
I'm super pissed at whatever's responsible for fucking with him. He was probably so scared going through such a weird change.
[Anyone would have been. Even now it boils his blood. He shows Sunny the note, before jotting a bit more down.]
Ivan always wears that stupid smile like he's okay or something. There's a lot of pain inside, beneath it, though.
[. . . Till's feeling it for the first time, and he wishes there was an easy method of just soothing it over. After years of pain, no one heals overnight, though.]
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[He already knew, didn't he, that Ivan didn't always look that way? Till is right. Anyone would be terrified, going through something like that. All Sunny offered him was his own fear. If only Ivan knew Sunny was a monster too, maybe he'd also be afraid...
[Sunny isn't sure what to say. He hasn't been lovely to Ivan. He avoids him like the plague. He...
[Felt so much like his prey. Ivan had insisted he'd only been trying to help...
[When Sunny nods his head, he looks guilty. He feels it. He isn't a good friend, a worse enemy. He feels anxious, like their many-legged roommate might come into the room at any moment...
[Maybe...they should talk about something else.
[Sunny points again to the piece of paper, this time to one of the little girls next to Till and Ivan. She's wearing glasses.]
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The girl with the glasses is Mizi. She's probably the prettiest, kindest person you could ever meet. She's like an angel.
[The last time he saw her, for those split seconds before the gunshot dropped him, he can recall she looked a little different, though. She had short hair.
His finger shifts to the final remaining child in the picture after he holds up the note for Sunny, and then scribbles out another message.]
And the other girl is Sua. She was kinda scary, but she was important to Mizi. She wasn't a bad person, either. A lot of kids really admired her.
[Just... a little awkward to be around if left alone with her.]
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[He doesn't want to ask what happened, and of course, he wouldn't (he wouldn't ask anything). He could use the pencil just as easily as Till does, but he doesn't. He just admires the picture as if it were a photo...
[Ivan had been so baffled by his polaroid.
[Sunny's eyes meet Till's again, and he nods toward the paper, giving the other boy a thumbs up, just slightly trembling (because Sunny is always just slightly trembling).
[It's good work. Good job.]
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He scribbles in his notebook and gives Sunny a dry expression.]
No falling in love with her or anything.
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[Oh, man...]
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I'll believe you this time.
[Hee hee. Till at least looks cheerful and amused.]
You can flip through the pages if you like.
[The notebook is full of drawings. There's lots of Mizi, some of Ivan, and plenty of flowers or trees from around the area.]
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[Once he's done, he holds his hand out for Till's pencil, brows slightly raised. Is it okay? Can he write something too?]
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we can move toward a lil wrap if u wanna
[He writes:]
thank you
Works for me!