"I don't think it matters what it is in your world, only what is in this world." Lust raised an eyebrow at Prince. What was he so upset about? They were just engaging in the time honored inebriated tradition of armchair philosophy.
"It's a nice world, though. I like it, I like being here. No matter the why or physics of it all. I want to stay here."
"Me too." Henry hardly went a day without thinking about what was waiting for him if he wound up taking one of those long naps. Going to sleep was sort of unnerving sometimes. His eyes suddenly go wide. Uh oh. The edges of things were getting all weird and thread-like.
NO. NO BAD TRIP. NOT DOIN' THIS TODAY.
Henry pressed his heels of his palms against his eyes.
The pleasant evening looked as though it were turning less than pleasant for Henry. Lust leaned forward slowly, expression concerned, reaching over Prince to hover her hand over her housemate's shoulder. She didn't actually touch him, not just yet. Just in case.
"Nnnnnn," was all he said at first. The weird threads ALWAYS started bad trips. He could change it. He'd learned how. "Can you find my 'gear?"
Prince was also worried because he had not been a part of the household long enough to know what his trainer wigging out was like. He whined and started patting Henry's face with his ribbons.
Lust had to take a moment when she stood, to orient herself. There was an odd sensation of being upside down, and the room swam and blurred. The fresh stuff was strong.
But she managed to get her feet and the room all sorted out in relation to each other, and began the search for Henry's 'gear. Luckily, it didn't take long. It helped that currently, non-moving objects seemed to have a very distinct outline in Lust's eyes.
She came toddling back on careful steps, the 'gear cradled carefully in her arms lest she drop it. She didn't quite trust her reaction time right now.
Henry removed one hand form his eyes and squinted. Yup. His gear. He reached for it. Then came the seemingly long and fumbling process of scrolling through his files. Finally he found it.
A recorded video of what looked like a hotel television played. The recording had been flipped on just as soon as a commercial had started playing. It had an annoying jingle and a bunch of overly happy trainers and their pokemon advertising some chain restaurant. When it ended, he played it again. And again. By the fifth time, his shoulders had un-bunched.
Lust shook her head and tried to recall the discussion, but she couldn't quite grasp it. It was like slippery little fish between her fingers.
"....Pokemon toys?" That...sounded possibly right. She had resumed her place on the couch and was swirling her wine glass idly. The liquid changed colors inside the glass.
For good measure, Henry played the annoying commercial again. The jingle reminded him so much of a commercial from home--somewhere before all the ghosts and monsters and pokemon and crazy things.
"I think you're right." He nodded once, now a little too dizzy to put on the bobblehead act again. "This summer we should have a memorial for the Not Lapras."
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"It's a nice world, though. I like it, I like being here. No matter the why or physics of it all. I want to stay here."
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NO. NO BAD TRIP. NOT DOIN' THIS TODAY.
Henry pressed his heels of his palms against his eyes.
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The pleasant evening looked as though it were turning less than pleasant for Henry. Lust leaned forward slowly, expression concerned, reaching over Prince to hover her hand over her housemate's shoulder. She didn't actually touch him, not just yet. Just in case.
It felt like she was moving through thick water.
"Henry? What's wrong?"
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Prince was also worried because he had not been a part of the household long enough to know what his trainer wigging out was like. He whined and started patting Henry's face with his ribbons.
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Lust had to take a moment when she stood, to orient herself. There was an odd sensation of being upside down, and the room swam and blurred. The fresh stuff was strong.
But she managed to get her feet and the room all sorted out in relation to each other, and began the search for Henry's 'gear. Luckily, it didn't take long. It helped that currently, non-moving objects seemed to have a very distinct outline in Lust's eyes.
She came toddling back on careful steps, the 'gear cradled carefully in her arms lest she drop it. She didn't quite trust her reaction time right now.
"I think this is yours."
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A recorded video of what looked like a hotel television played. The recording had been flipped on just as soon as a commercial had started playing. It had an annoying jingle and a bunch of overly happy trainers and their pokemon advertising some chain restaurant. When it ended, he played it again. And again. By the fifth time, his shoulders had un-bunched.
"Better. What were we talking about?"
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Lust shook her head and tried to recall the discussion, but she couldn't quite grasp it. It was like slippery little fish between her fingers.
"....Pokemon toys?" That...sounded possibly right. She had resumed her place on the couch and was swirling her wine glass idly. The liquid changed colors inside the glass.
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"I think you're right." He nodded once, now a little too dizzy to put on the bobblehead act again. "This summer we should have a memorial for the Not Lapras."