After(life) Party--

[soylentprotag]

[Lenka isn't talking much, though he spends most of the time after the execution either expressionless or frowning, moving among the ones still left at the campfire to check on people and try to make sure none of them are trying to either follow Boa or possibly throw literal or metaphorical stones at each other. Probably everyone's too exhausted for any of that at this point.

At some point he disappears for a little bit and comes back with an entire table and supplies -- not from the kitchen, but from the stash he'd accumulated in Cabin 2. It's not much, but it feels better than eating anything from the kitchen right now. Nobody wants that.

There's just some crackers and fruit snacks and some cheese with them. A few baggies to take them to go since most people aren't hungry right this moment. Once that's set out, he'll idle at one end of the table, staring out into the lake.]

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[linearcrash]

[ Nine has only moved to be on his knees, but his gaze isn't really focused. He's not home at the moment please leave a message. ]

[seekingsunrise]

[There's blood splattered over that cute Chocobo hat and still on his hands, staining him all the way up to the elbows when he comes over to sit beside him. And of course, he offers his hand out to Nine to hold.]

[linearcrash]

[ Nine almost takes it, but then something kicks in and he sees the blood. Nine is up and moving away. ]

I can't... I can't Tal...

[ He chokes back a sound as he shakes his head. He can't do this. He's just going to leave. Bye everyone. ]

[seekingsunrise]

[He moves away so quickly and Talcott was settling in to lean against his boyfriend so he tilts sideways, catching himself in the sand and looking up at Nine, a flicker of hurt in honeyed eyes before it's gone in an empty haze.]

Darlin~?

[Softly after him... and then he's shrugging it off, righting himself and doodling in the sand.

9♡TH]

[lovecolored]

[ sits down next to him

puts her hand on his shoulder

She doesn't say anything but she's Here ]

[linearcrash]

[ He'll be quiet, and eventually just leans against her. Hi Marisa. ]

[lovecolored]

[ Okay, he's getting a tight one-arm hug, too

She doesn't have any comforting words, so this is...basically the best she can do. ]

[bladeisme]

[Wordlessly, Ichigo comes over and sits next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

After a long moment of silence, he finally speaks up.]

...You can hit me, you know.

[The same words Nine said to him, when Kon died.]

[linearcrash]

[ He registers the hand on his shoulder as a steady pressure. It's the words that kind of actually draw him out of where his mind. ]

Only just hit?

[ His voice probably sounds like crap right now after all of the screaming and crying. ]

[bladeisme]

...A hug's fine too, you know.

[He notices that - and wonders if he should get Nine a glass of water, but -

Maybe just being like this'll help, in the end.]

[linearcrash]

[ Squeezing his eyes shut to keep from seeing anything else. After a moment, he'll just lean into his side. ]

Yeah, that'll be good...

[bladeisme]

[Ichigo slings an arm around Nine's shoulders, drawing him in closer.

A moment of silence passes.]

...I'm sorry, Nine.

[linearcrash]

[ It's anchoring in it's own way. Something solid that he can feel is real and actually there. ]

How do you deal with it?

[bladeisme]

...I'm still not sure I am dealing with it.

[There's a small laugh at that - as if his inability to deal is somehow hilarious - but he shakes his head.]

I...just refuse to leave them behind. And - I've had a lot of experience in getting used to death.

[There's a moment of silence, stretching out between his words.]

....Too much experience.

[linearcrash]

[ He'll shift a little to get his own arm around behind Ichigo. ]

I thought I was used to it. It's what you have to do to survive, but I never saw myself doing anything else.

[ He means fighting and all the death. ]

Did you have a team back home?