he must be willing to agree, because he requests her identity first and foremost while searching for his head. lacking such an important part of him is, one of many reason, uncomfortable. the weight of the body feels unrealistic without it, and he'd hate for anyone to try and look into the empty abyss through his neck.
second, knowing who he's partnered with will help the previous reason. she seems reasonable enough to the point that she wouldn't, and he'd even accept that she's already uncomfortable with the affair herself considering how she's already wet, and screamed due to his antics.
to apply a name to that person, it'd come in handy— please, no puns!
as for her request, the body registers that there's a pool and its connected to a school. it figures, something that striked him as odd because the attire that he's dressed in doesn't match the typical suit and tie.
he takes a step forward, another couple of taps in morse:
colder.
warmer, colder sounds like a fun little game, the colder they are, the longer they stay together. ]
It's only fair to introduce herself given their situation, isn't it? She doesn't hesitate as she answers with a few taps of her heel on the floor.
Inaba. You?
She's lucky that her name is short. And even more so that she doesn't usually use her first name in introductions any longer. She's never liked it - Himeko, that first name of hers with the silly meaning of 'princess child'. There was only ever one person that she'd allow to refer to her by that name, and they're not exactly here.
Nevertheless.]
Colder, huh. Okay, yeah. That means we should get out-- [She pauses in sudden realization, letting out a breathy laugh to herself.] Oh, right.
[Out?
Simple words, enough to convey the deeper meaning. She doesn't need to say more, she hopes.]
[ oh, how cute, hope she says something embarrassing thinking he can't hear.
he taps himself, giving off part of his name equally with hers.
thank you, miss inaba. hiyori.
midori, actually, but for the time being, keeping things simple may work in his favor. it's because of her taps that he knows where she is, and following alongside her, he stops to tap his foot on the ground.
you'll get sick from being wet, dry off first.
that's to say he doesn't need to find his head as quickly, but it'd he nice if it was found along the way. there's nothing about this that terrifies him, he's water proof, and he can detect if someone tries to look into his body from the top.
he'd just rather not have his head missing for so long.
knowing that it's cold, he modified himself to beat sickness, but he doubts that she has if she's worried about the temperature. he's still someone who loves humans, and so their well-being is still a concern. ]
[Hiyori, huh. She doesn't say anything more aloud--not because she suspects anything, but rather because it's pointless for now.
Don't have towel. I'd have to grab clothes from locker.
That is, if she wanted to prevent herself from getting sick.
Although that does beg the question of why people would even get sick in the afterlife. But then again, if people can die here, then sickness might as well exist. There is a nurse, after all.
Doesn't make it any less bullshit, however.
Ironically, though all of this...she sneezes.]
Shit.
[That's the only word you're getting out of her from here on out.
But okay, no more stalling. Let's walk out of this dumb pool area before she gets sick. Time to head outside in the cold snow.]
she's getting sick, he heard it, but he skips over excusing, or blessing, and walking by her side as they venture outside. it's the crunch under his heel that's loud to him, digging his shoes into the substance to get an idea of how slick it is. it doesn't feel like gravel, no, or just wet grass, and it puts him into the mind of snow rather than mud. that, his body feels the cold, also confirming his thoughts on the matter.
footsteps will be left exiting, but other will enter so it doesn't matter what trace of himself is left here. it'll be hard to do morse on the ground here, and so it's best to make their way to the main building faster. if inaba isn't paying attention to him, she'll find that the body seems to go a completely different direction of where she's going only because he has no head. he'll start gravitating towards the forest, and the last thing they need to do is get lost in there.
[Inaba herself doesn't mind; it's just a minor inconvenience.
And besides, if she can manage to dry herself, she can probably work through it. She's worked through worse, that's for certain. And she's sure that even worse things will happen even after this.
She lets out a sigh, seeing her breath in the snow--she doesn't usually venture out like this.
But she's paying attention. Of course she is, as someone who prides herself in her analysis and looking at fine details. So when he seems to start walking towards the forest, she hurries her footsteps before forcefull grabbing him by the arm and tugging him back, towards the school.]
Not that way.
[She says, aloud, even though she doesn't know that he can hear her.
Time to head right in the direction of the school.
We're not doing this today. It truly is unfortunate that she has to be dealing with mister headless man without a horse.]
[ not that way she says, but what's there? curious, midori begins to move his fingers slow because he doesn't know how good her sign is. must be difficult when he has no face, but she should know the basic make-up to make heads or tails of his expressions.
what's there?
even without her voice, actions speak louder than words as he's pulled away, and he allows himself to be tugged. one step after the other, not tripping over his own feet as they make their way properly to the school.
if she still has her hand on him, she can tell that he's relatively warm despite his clothes being drenched, just like a normal human body would be if they regulated their own warmth. yep! ]
[Mostly a note to herself rather than her saying anything to him, specifically as she tries to grab his hand, specifically to open his palm. She can probably use this method to communicate as well, even if it's a little more intimate than she'd like
If he lets her, though, she'll switch gears to writing on his palm.
[She pouts a little bit, thankful that he can't actually see before sighing raggedly. Okay, fine, this works out. She'll deal with it. That's when she pulls him towards the school. Let's at least get back inside. It's freezing out.]
[ as they're walking, he brushes his thumb in the center of her palm to speak. at least she doesn't have to start it first to embarrass herself, but midori's body is pretty much that in itself.
your clothes aren't in a bedroom?
cute of him to draw the question mark as well, curious as to why they're going to a locker. that normally isn't the staple of keeping clothes, perhaps if she said closet... ]
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he must be willing to agree, because he requests her identity first and foremost while searching for his head. lacking such an important part of him is, one of many reason, uncomfortable. the weight of the body feels unrealistic without it, and he'd hate for anyone to try and look into the empty abyss through his neck.
second, knowing who he's partnered with will help the previous reason. she seems reasonable enough to the point that she wouldn't, and he'd even accept that she's already uncomfortable with the affair herself considering how she's already wet, and screamed due to his antics.
to apply a name to that person, it'd come in handy— please, no puns!
as for her request, the body registers that there's a pool and its connected to a school. it figures, something that striked him as odd because the attire that he's dressed in doesn't match the typical suit and tie.
he takes a step forward, another couple of taps in morse:
colder.
warmer, colder sounds like a fun little game, the colder they are, the longer they stay together. ]
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It's only fair to introduce herself given their situation, isn't it? She doesn't hesitate as she answers with a few taps of her heel on the floor.
Inaba. You?
She's lucky that her name is short. And even more so that she doesn't usually use her first name in introductions any longer. She's never liked it - Himeko, that first name of hers with the silly meaning of 'princess child'. There was only ever one person that she'd allow to refer to her by that name, and they're not exactly here.
Nevertheless.]
Colder, huh. Okay, yeah. That means we should get out-- [She pauses in sudden realization, letting out a breathy laugh to herself.] Oh, right.
[Out?
Simple words, enough to convey the deeper meaning. She doesn't need to say more, she hopes.]
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he taps himself, giving off part of his name equally with hers.
thank you, miss inaba. hiyori.
midori, actually, but for the time being, keeping things simple may work in his favor. it's because of her taps that he knows where she is, and following alongside her, he stops to tap his foot on the ground.
you'll get sick from being wet, dry off first.
that's to say he doesn't need to find his head as quickly, but it'd he nice if it was found along the way. there's nothing about this that terrifies him, he's water proof, and he can detect if someone tries to look into his body from the top.
he'd just rather not have his head missing for so long.
knowing that it's cold, he modified himself to beat sickness, but he doubts that she has if she's worried about the temperature. he's still someone who loves humans, and so their well-being is still a concern. ]
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[Hiyori, huh. She doesn't say anything more aloud--not because she suspects anything, but rather because it's pointless for now.
Don't have towel. I'd have to grab clothes from locker.
That is, if she wanted to prevent herself from getting sick.
Although that does beg the question of why people would even get sick in the afterlife. But then again, if people can die here, then sickness might as well exist. There is a nurse, after all.
Doesn't make it any less bullshit, however.
Ironically, though all of this...she sneezes.]
Shit.
[That's the only word you're getting out of her from here on out.
But okay, no more stalling. Let's walk out of this dumb pool area before she gets sick. Time to head outside in the cold snow.]
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she's getting sick, he heard it, but he skips over excusing, or blessing, and walking by her side as they venture outside. it's the crunch under his heel that's loud to him, digging his shoes into the substance to get an idea of how slick it is. it doesn't feel like gravel, no, or just wet grass, and it puts him into the mind of snow rather than mud. that, his body feels the cold, also confirming his thoughts on the matter.
footsteps will be left exiting, but other will enter so it doesn't matter what trace of himself is left here. it'll be hard to do morse on the ground here, and so it's best to make their way to the main building faster. if inaba isn't paying attention to him, she'll find that the body seems to go a completely different direction of where she's going only because he has no head. he'll start gravitating towards the forest, and the last thing they need to do is get lost in there.
he thinks he's going the right way. ]
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And besides, if she can manage to dry herself, she can probably work through it. She's worked through worse, that's for certain. And she's sure that even worse things will happen even after this.
She lets out a sigh, seeing her breath in the snow--she doesn't usually venture out like this.
But she's paying attention. Of course she is, as someone who prides herself in her analysis and looking at fine details. So when he seems to start walking towards the forest, she hurries her footsteps before forcefull grabbing him by the arm and tugging him back, towards the school.]
Not that way.
[She says, aloud, even though she doesn't know that he can hear her.
Time to head right in the direction of the school.
We're not doing this today. It truly is unfortunate that she has to be dealing with mister headless man without a horse.]
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what's there?
even without her voice, actions speak louder than words as he's pulled away, and he allows himself to be tugged. one step after the other, not tripping over his own feet as they make their way properly to the school.
if she still has her hand on him, she can tell that he's relatively warm despite his clothes being drenched, just like a normal human body would be if they regulated their own warmth. yep! ]
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[Mostly a note to herself rather than her saying anything to him, specifically as she tries to grab his hand, specifically to open his palm. She can probably use this method to communicate as well, even if it's a little more intimate than she'd like
If he lets her, though, she'll switch gears to writing on his palm.
It's much faster, anyway.]
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thinking that she wants to lead him in this way, at least he's not going to slips his fingers between her own. ]
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[She pouts a little bit, thankful that he can't actually see before sighing raggedly. Okay, fine, this works out. She'll deal with it. That's when she pulls him towards the school. Let's at least get back inside. It's freezing out.]
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your clothes aren't in a bedroom?
cute of him to draw the question mark as well, curious as to why they're going to a locker. that normally isn't the staple of keeping clothes, perhaps if she said closet... ]