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[onlyasign]

Who: Sufferer and everyone crashing at Dualscar's hive this week
When: throughout the curse week
Where: Dualscar's hive, which he's now sharing with two freeloading holy bros
Style: whatever
Status: pretty open

Freshly equipped with new hands--new hands with thumbs!--Sufferer finds himself taking care of multiple trolls who have been turned into animals, including but not necessarily limited to multiple cats, an aquatic hoofbeast, an Alternian bee, and a mute penguin. Of course, this being the party hive that it is, others drop by during the course of the week as well.]

[OOC: mingle, start threads with each other, have fun! Just let everyone know in subject header if it's closed or open or what.]

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[onlyasign]

Yeah, the constant reminder of his torture and death is not exactly fun, either.

Sufferer looks up at her. "Do you remember the curse where you were some kind of electric furbeast? You liked that one a lot." They cuddled and he scratched her belly and it was lovely.

[feralfanatic]

"Yeah, but having you there really helped. Nobody else could really talk with me or come withing a foot of me. You could do both, it really made that week." That week had started off awkward and lonely, then she met the embodiment of death, and he made everything okay. He had a habit of doing that to her.

"It really was a strange week. I am never sure what to think when they throw one of these transformative curses at us."

[onlyasign]

"I don't know." Sadly, he was gone from the bubble when Sollux made his discovery about emotional manipulation powering the coral, so he has no idea that is what's going on here. "There must be some reason behind it, but it is beyond me."

[feralfanatic]

"It just makes no sense." Disciple shakes her head resignedly and sighs. She always wondered how whatever gained from the curses could outweigh whatever it is they spent to physically alter an entire city's inhabitants, or swap their minds, or any number of seemingly impossible feats. She was now also wondering why she was sitting here forcing small-talk with her matesprit. They used to talk for hours on end about anything, even if a lot of the time it was just her listening to him speak. Disciple could happily listen to him speak forever.

There is a brief, hesitant silence as she stops to take a sip of her tea. Not really sure where to go next she stares at her drink. Finally, though, the burning ache sitting in the pit of her stomach overcomes her anxiety and forces itself to the surface.

"I missed you... I... I am glad you returned."

[onlyasign]

"I don't know."

The problem is, Sufferer can't think of why she'd want to hear anything he has to say right now. Everything he said was wrong, and led them down a path of ruin and destruction. They would have all been better off if they'd never listened to him in the first place.

He looks up though, at her comment, and his eyes are wide and damp. He doesn't deserve her, he doesn't deserve any of them. "Th-thank you, I... I m-missed you too..." Then he has to hide his eyes with his forearm, to hide the tears that are threatening to fall.

[feralfanatic]

Disciple wears a slight, fixed smile on her face. She was having a harder time watching him deal with seeing him like this then she cared to admit.

She cannot read thoughts so she does not know just how badly the failure of the movement had damaged him. It was a mournful loss she had gone through, and never really recovered. That is, at least until recently, when she found out about the Neophyte and the other small ways which his words had managed to live on. Even if it was not a full recovery, just having that knowledge made it seem worthwhile to her.

Caught off-guard when he speaks, and ultimately hides his face, Disciple hesitates once again. He was hiding his face and stumbling over those words, she grew frustrated with her own inaction. She was up from her chair, and around to the other side of the table before she really conscious of her own movement. Sliding in behind him, she wraps her awkward cave-beast arms around him, pulling him close. As of yet, saying nothing, just wanting to hold him.

[onlyasign]

He doesn't deserve her comfort; he doesn't deserve what she's giving him. But he'll take it, all the same.

Sufferer turns against her, hiding his face against her shoulder and clinging to her with his metal hands.

[feralfanatic]

Signless/Sufferer has an extremely long way to go before he runs out of comfort he 'deserves'. Then again, she may be a little biased.

Nothing else needed to be said at the moment. She stands there holding him, like he did for her. Disciple just wanted him to be alright; to protect him, no matter how. Her tender embrace, a warm blanket, meant to keep out the world. As long as they had this, everything could be okay.