[Number 6 sees the teen laying there in the middle of the sports deck and, well, he can't resist going to investigate that. But, because it's Nastuno, he has to be somewhat sassy about it.]
[As soon as the words leave his mouth, Natsuno feels even more tired. Really, what's the point of squabbling with this guy? A few moments of petty vindication won't make him feel better. He's made himself nuisance enough already - the ruined, gore-covered supply closet is proof of it.
Natsuno sighs quietly and casts a glance to Mr. Smith.]
Were you going to use the court? I'll go be a nuisance somewhere else.
[But there's something in this lethargy from Natsuno that begs him to alter his plans. His expression is far gentler now, and his tone laced with obvious concern.]
[Natsuno died twice before arriving on the Serena Eterna. It was never death that upset it him, it was the waking up and getting slapped with the consequences.
Even now, his decision to take better care of himself is for his friends' sake. He never wants to upset them like this again, he should be worthy of how much they care about him.]
Jinx? I know she has her penchant for explosives, but why would she be stalking you? And why wouldn't she have blown you up herself instead of having you do it? That seems unlike her.
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come_sailaway2022-10-03 09:51 pm
5th sports deck
Is this a new type of sport I'm not aware of?
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Yeah. It's called "how long before someone asks a dumb question." Current record is...
[His right hand moved lazily to get his phone.]
Fourty-six minutes.
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Must be a new record for this ship, eh?
Are you planning to make a nuisance of yourself here all day?
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[As soon as the words leave his mouth, Natsuno feels even more tired. Really, what's the point of squabbling with this guy? A few moments of petty vindication won't make him feel better. He's made himself nuisance enough already - the ruined, gore-covered supply closet is proof of it.
Natsuno sighs quietly and casts a glance to Mr. Smith.]
Were you going to use the court? I'll go be a nuisance somewhere else.
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[But there's something in this lethargy from Natsuno that begs him to alter his plans. His expression is far gentler now, and his tone laced with obvious concern.]
Is there something troubling you?
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[Natsuno turns to look at the sky again, squinting at the fake sun. He's so tired but sleep won't be coming any time soon.]
Fucked up and died. People got angry. Usual ship bullshit.
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[As someone who also recently died, he can't pretend to be shocked about that part.]
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[Natsuno died twice before arriving on the Serena Eterna. It was never death that upset it him, it was the waking up and getting slapped with the consequences.
Even now, his decision to take better care of himself is for his friends' sake. He never wants to upset them like this again, he should be worthy of how much they care about him.]
Revival takes three days now, by the way.
[So you know. Don't fuck up and die.]
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[Says the man who died last month on a raft.]
I wasn't aware. Since when has it been that way?
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He doesn't have the energy for venom. At best he can do dry sarcasm that's not even really aimed at Smith.]
If I do anything like that again they'll kill me so bad I'd wish I never came back.
Anyway, it was on October first. And the Moon Freak took three days to come back as well so it's not just me.
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[In fact, that statement could apply to the "They" as much as the "Moon Freak"]
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[Should admit that so freely, and in this flat tone? Eh, who cares. Caring sucks. He wouldn't be feeling like this if he hadn't cared.]
The Moon Freak exploded too, apparently. Ebalon. White hair, does magic, smiles like a serial killer.
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Yes, I know who Ebalon is. Him too? How on earth...?
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[This deadpan statement is accompanied by the laziest hand gesture.]
Don't know how Ebalon did it though. Probably magic bullshit. Maybe he tried to fit the moon in his cabin.
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[He closes his eyes. Admitting this to a relative stranger is surprisingly painless.]
My turn to ask a question. Which is worse: one moment of pain or months of looking over your shoulder?
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If you leave them alone. We're square now and I'm not starting anything.
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I suspect I share your same opinion. I would take the moment of pain over the extended dread.
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Anyway, it was Jinx. But like I said, that's over and done with.
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