ugh body, staaaahp

[letsplayalovegame]

Well isn't your life just a perfect mess right now. [That's complete and utter sarcasm on his part, if his Mun isn't feeling well that means that he -- and his other headspace companions -- will be beyond uneasy and uncomfortable until it passes. Mostly for the fact that his Mun tends to get vile and vicious when ill and is more than willing to turn it on them.]

Are you sure it isn't just stress screwing you up? I mean, it could just be a really mean cold too. You seemed to jump to the conclusion that it was an ear infection right off the bat when it might just be-- ah, I think you might want to lay down, child; you're looking a little green... Okay, maybe it is something more than the flu or a cold... This sure as hell feels like life wants to fuck your "graduating on time" plans over, huh?

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[miseratti]

You know Julian.

[The boy's voice is soft and melodic. When looking at him, it's easy for anyone to tell that something's off about him-- skin too pale, body too motionless to be fully alive. His eyes are a strange icy blue, pale like Julian's are, though the hue is different. He regards this stranger with a slow, polite bow. He is graceful, even though it seems that perhaps his limbs don't quite suit him somehow.]

I... I hope your mun gets well soon.

[letsplayalovegame]

[Ros blinks, surprised to hear Julian's name out of someone else's mouth.] You know Julian...? [An odd look crosses his face quickly before he shakes his head.] Nevermind that. She's hopes so too, the sore throat she's gotten has managed to worsen since this morning. Can barely drink water without dissolving into pain, the poor thing.

[miseratti]

We work at Club Wisp together. I'm called Miseratti.

[He says by way of answering the question. The second part of what the stranger says make his delicate features slowly twist into confusion. He can't remember what pain like that feels like, and in this incarnation-- he cannot get sick or die. Miseratti himself cannot remember for how long this has been the case.]

That sounds terrible, though. I can't imagine it at all.

[He pauses then, mulling it over and forgets to move or breathe. Miseratti looks rather unsettling and more like a doll than human in those rare moments when he is lost in thought.]

[letsplayalovegame]

[Wait, Jules had talked about a Miseratti before. He simply nods after a second, rubbing his nose a bit.] I do believe Julian has mentioned you in one of our conversations. And yeah, she isn't handling it well; won't stop grimacing and making wounded animal noises.

[miseratti]

[Julian talked about him? There was a burst of warmth in his chest at that. It was something altogether foreign to him-- but many things were ever since Julian's music had somehow affected his makeup. It was that that had made his heart start beating somehow, after he had been cold for so long.]

I keep looking for him, you know but...I can never find him. Just like he's always looking for Leo. It's like I'm always just a bit late.

[Distracted a bit, he shifts and seems to remember that he should be breathing and moving; going so still often frightens or unsettles people.]

I'm sorry, I didn't ask your name. I'm being impolite. I didn't mean to.

[letsplayalovegame]

[He smiles a bit at that, muting the chuckle that came with it.] I can always pass a message along the next time I see him, if you want.

[Oh, he noticed the moment the other had stopped breathing, but he wasn't at all phased by it -- he's had friends of all sorts of species, and plenty of them could go long periods of time without needing to breathe.]

Not rude at all, actually. Well... not to me, anywho. M'name's Rosier.

[miseratti]

Rosier. That's a pretty name.

[With that childish look on his face and a sage nod, Miseratti looks very young, somehow.]

It's nice to meet you. Ahh, if I'd have forgotten my manners like that and father had caught me, I would have been in trouble. He tells everyone that he made me perfect, but sometimes I think there's probably few things loose up here.

[Feeling chatty, he points to his head with his index finger, slightly disturbing his meticulously styled blond tresses.]

[letsplayalovegame]

[Funny enough, that's not the first time he's heard that his name is some sort of pretty. He grins a bit, amused.] You don't have to worry about being formal with me. I can't say I ever am, so if you want to be lenient with it around me, go ahead. [His eyes follow the hand movement and he chuckles lightly.] That could be true, but I think everyone has some sort of problem, one way or another.

[miseratti]

[This time, Miseratti actually smiles. It's a very strange expression that doesn't seem to quite fit his face.]

I think my problems are many. Ah... your world must be very different, huh? Where I'm from, most people aren't very interested in me if I'm not servicing them. You're very kind, Mister Rosier. Thank you.

[letsplayalovegame]

[Ros hums lightly.] Some have more than others, I suppose. But that can also make them stronger too. [The 'thank you' astonished Ros a bit, stunning him into silence for a second before he found his tongue once more.] It's common courtesy to at least be interested in someone who starts a conversation with you. Then again...

[He trails off, tapping his fingers rhythmically against his leg. Ros stays like that for a moment before realizing that, oh, right, he's talking to someone. He curls his fingers against his thigh and clears his throat, returning his attention to Miseratti.] Sorry 'bout that. Thoughts tend to get away from me sometimes.

[miseratti]

[All along, Miseratti juts watched him in a content silence.]

I've been complemented on my ability to converse before. Most golems and homunculi can't.

[He tilts his head slightly, still watching the other man.]

[letsplayalovegame]

[Golems... Homunculi... He'd heard of those but he'd never think he'd actually get to meet one.] Some have the gift of speech, some don't. [He pauses a moment, then shrugs.] No matter the species, honestly.