Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon did

[inblood]

[It's been a few days since the...incident with Kumagawa. Thanks to Sei things turned out better than they could have, but it still isn't something Touya could just recover from. He's spent these last few days in his room, avoiding contact with others as much as possible, not eating or talking, barely even responding to anything. Today, Audi finally kicked him out of the room to  eat something.

Flatmates can find him poking about for food and making a small and simple snack. He still isn't very hungry, but health is important.

Later on, he ventures out to the streets. With the seal back in its proper place, Bouffalant wasn't really conscious enough to follow Touya, so now Touya's out looking for the buffafro that's been meandering through the streets for days. They'll find eachother eventually, they always do.

Finally, after he's found his buffalo, Touya can be found in a park or other relatively peaceful part of London. He's sitting with his eyes closed, back against the large Pokemon, just listening to everything around him. His head's been ringing ever since that event, maybe if he focuses and listens he can find the cause. He's still too jittery for this to look like meditation though.]

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[hairpine]

[As if he needed more strains on his SAN, I guess.

Especially in such a delicate state as his, the presence he suddenly feels while resting is accompanied by a sense of dread, pure and gnawing. And the feeling he's being watched, of course, because he is.

Like, for real, she's right in front of him, but she's paying more attention to the buffalo. After a moment, he gets a more solid confirmation that there's someone there. He doesn't even need to open his eyes.]

-- It has hair!

[presages]

[AND ANOTHER.

While he's out fixing himself something, Margaret is sitting at the kitchen table of the flat, scrawling out notes on paper as usual. She hears him open his door prior to that, though, and was looking up, expectantly -- so when he walks in, she's staring directly at him.

Or maybe she's not. Little tough to tell with the glasses. But either way -]

You're alive. What amazing endurance...

[alethiological]

[He is probably used to hearing terrible things on the breeze and in his own head, but for one very odd moment, there's actually silence. Wonderful silence that's filled with nothing nightmarish or eldritch and is actually a bit comforting.

A second later, it's no longer at the forefront because there's a giant staring down at him.] Dimensionally lost loiterers tend to be arrested.

[screwreality]

[JESUS CHRIST HOW DOES HE APPEAR OUT OF NOWHERE LIKE THAT WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK--

There's a one-armed kid in a badly-made purple scarf and a medical eyepatch setting a fancy wrapped fruit basket in front of him. The fruits are carved into little buffalos and severed body parts. There's also a dime-story apology card hidden in the bottom somewhere, but you need to dig through like two kilos of strawberries to get there.]

「FEELING ANY BETTER, TOUYA-KUN?」

/placeholders like a WINNER

[leviathaned]

...Touya.

[Guess who's been looking for you? The aura of power from Sei has faded to a pleasant, mindless little him near him. The elevator music of the universe.

He mostly just sounds worried.]