[ Everything here feels like a fever dream, but without guidance, Takaki suffers from an indecisiveness about how he should try to go home. Or if he can go home at all. So much has happened, he realizes it might be impossible. Maybe this is the afterlife. But, if it is, where have those that he hoped to see here gone?
He's never been somewhere so cheerful and exciting. He wishes he could have Fuuka here, or Ride and Yamagi or... but he's alone, aside from his Pidgey, which he's decided to carry cradled in the crossing of his arms against his chest. It's calm, like him, swiveling its head around as if monitoring the world around it, but making no sudden movements. And Takaki has come to feel more calm with it in his arms. Pokemon just don't seem any weirder to him than regular animals, given his lack of familiarity of Earth's flora and fauna, so he's taken to them easily.
He, like the rest of Tekkadan, never had a childhood. While he's always forcing himself into responsibility, he can't help but... pause at a stall with... particularly nice looking sweets. ]
Ah... they smell good...
[ He remembers the sweets Orga had bought the kids when they got their first big paycheck. Instinctively, he wants to buy some and hoard them in case any of the little ones arrive, but maybe... just a few for him? Was that okay?
His Pidgey ruffles and makes a sound of protest and Takaki looks down, noticing that its trying to shake off some saliva that'd dripped onto its feathers. Oh gosh, he's drooling. ]
O-Oh, I'm sorry!
[ He adjusts it in his arms and brings his arm up to wipe his mouth before patting his pants pockets for a tissue. ]
B: Video - Who you gonna call?:
[ By force or by nature, Takaki Uno is usually pretty sunny. He's got a sunflower's disposition and he smiles for almost anyone, kind-handed and eager to help.
But he seems incapable of lifting the corners of his mouth as he speaks, hugging himself as his Pidgey roosts on his shoulder, tucked up against his neck. He can't turn his head with it there, luckily, and he won't let the feed see more than a fraction of what's standing behind him. All that peaks out is an arm, a green coat sleeve and a gripped fist. He's breathing like something's gripping his lungs. ]
Please... please tell me how to make it go away.
[ He brings his hands up and covers his face. He doesn't want to explain. He doesn't want to answer questions. He doesn't have the capacity for it right now, or he doesn't think he does without losing composure. He's trying so hard to hold it together. ]
I-I don't care how, just... please, someone tell me how to send it away. It won't stop following me.
Takaki Uno | Gundam IBO
[ Everything here feels like a fever dream, but without guidance, Takaki suffers from an indecisiveness about how he should try to go home. Or if he can go home at all. So much has happened, he realizes it might be impossible. Maybe this is the afterlife. But, if it is, where have those that he hoped to see here gone?
He's never been somewhere so cheerful and exciting. He wishes he could have Fuuka here, or Ride and Yamagi or... but he's alone, aside from his Pidgey, which he's decided to carry cradled in the crossing of his arms against his chest. It's calm, like him, swiveling its head around as if monitoring the world around it, but making no sudden movements. And Takaki has come to feel more calm with it in his arms. Pokemon just don't seem any weirder to him than regular animals, given his lack of familiarity of Earth's flora and fauna, so he's taken to them easily.
He, like the rest of Tekkadan, never had a childhood. While he's always forcing himself into responsibility, he can't help but... pause at a stall with... particularly nice looking sweets. ]
Ah... they smell good...
[ He remembers the sweets Orga had bought the kids when they got their first big paycheck. Instinctively, he wants to buy some and hoard them in case any of the little ones arrive, but maybe... just a few for him? Was that okay?
His Pidgey ruffles and makes a sound of protest and Takaki looks down, noticing that its trying to shake off some saliva that'd dripped onto its feathers. Oh gosh, he's drooling. ]
O-Oh, I'm sorry!
[ He adjusts it in his arms and brings his arm up to wipe his mouth before patting his pants pockets for a tissue. ]
B: Video - Who you gonna call?:
[ By force or by nature, Takaki Uno is usually pretty sunny. He's got a sunflower's disposition and he smiles for almost anyone, kind-handed and eager to help.
But he seems incapable of lifting the corners of his mouth as he speaks, hugging himself as his Pidgey roosts on his shoulder, tucked up against his neck. He can't turn his head with it there, luckily, and he won't let the feed see more than a fraction of what's standing behind him. All that peaks out is an arm, a green coat sleeve and a gripped fist. He's breathing like something's gripping his lungs. ]
Please... please tell me how to make it go away.
[ He brings his hands up and covers his face. He doesn't want to explain. He doesn't want to answer questions. He doesn't have the capacity for it right now, or he doesn't think he does without losing composure. He's trying so hard to hold it together. ]
I-I don't care how, just... please, someone tell me how to send it away. It won't stop following me.