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text; one of the earlier days, around midnight or so - 1 / 2

[unathletic]

Are you still awake?

[unathletic]

[ --hardly even a split second later. ]

Who am I kidding. This bastard sleeps day and night.

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[only about a minute or so after heung soo sends that second message, he'll get a response.]

Do you really think I can sleep when you're spamming me? It keeps making noise, you bastard.

Important!!! Please Read!

[deathbysnusnu]

gorg0n.cre

[deathbysnusnu]

Thank you for signing up for CERES Date!

[deathbysnusnu]

We've found you a match! Click here to see who it is!

don't look at this it's embarrassing aly made me do it i'm innocent

[unathletic]

[ Sure, Heung Soo may already - along with some annoyed groaning once he saw the content - have read his device, but it leaves another annoying beeping device here. And it's not exactly like he can go on with sleeping while that sound is constantly present, so he pushes himself up with another groan until he's standing up, wandering over to Nam Soon's device.

And noticing that, of course, Nam Soon is still completely asleep. Of course, what wouldn't that lazy bastard sleep through. Not that it isn't more convenient, considering everything is still.. awkward (to say the least) after what happened before. It's quicker to just check the message himself so the beeping will stop.

So he opens the message, and.. yup. Just like his own. Just stupid dumb spam about blind dates, except he recognized the girl on his own spam - not this one. Some girl Nam Soon knows, maybe? It's hard to imagine, given the way Nam Soon is and all, but still..

He lets out a sigh, sliding his back down the wall there until he's just sitting, Nam Soon's device still idly held in his hands. ]

Aigoo.. [ Of course this had to happen with the worst timing possible. That weird stuff happened when the power went out, and then he and Nam Soon-- well. ... and of course they get lame blind date spam messages with girls after that.

As awkward as the whole deal was and as much as he has zero idea of how to deal with it other than avoiding it as much as he can for now, there's something about these messages that still pisses him off despite them just being spam, and he lets the CereVice drop to the floor. THANK YOU GET_U_WET... ]

wow don't blame me i didn't hold a gun to your head!!!!

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[he's mostly able to tune out the sounds of the cerevice going off. both the first time and the second time. knowing their luck... well, it's probably spam anyway.

but the sound of the cerevice crashing to the floor is enough to wake up a napping bastard. it's only a couple of seconds before he sits up, squinting at heung soo with some annoyance.]

What are you doing, you clumsy bastard?

[mermaiding]

what is a naruto

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[someone's retention of the dating match results is short, because he's totally confused as to who this is and why they're asking him.]

? Why are you asking me this.

...Who are you?

[mermaiding]

Oona.

The thing paired us. Or wanted to? Should have gotten message.

text;

[unathletic]

Did Naruto just post on the network.

[ DID YOU SEE THE THING.. IS HE HALLUCINATING. IS THIS REAL LIFE. He's supposed to be the sensible one here, you tell him!! ]

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[he didn't see the thing yet, so he checks the network after reading this and stares. so hard.

give him a couple of minutes and there'll be a reply.]

If it was anywhere else, I'd say cosplayer.

This place, though. [everything's so damn anime that he could be really. could that like, really be legitimate real naruto? does he even want to know? nam soon's not about to go ask the guy on the network post, but... still. still.

how do they even deal with that?]

You've got mail!

[deathbysnusnu]

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[this is nam soon hoping that ki deok really isn't here, because this sounds exactly like something he would say.

why this, spam mail. why this.]

action; backdated until after the ghost event....

[unathletic]

[ Once Heung Soo actually regains his body - well, there's only one priority here, obviously. The past while has just been sheer agony, being unable to do anything but watch as his best friend freaked out like that.. no matter how much he called out Nam Soon's name, he didn't answer, as if he really couldn't notice at all that he was right there, just invisible. It took him going around and asking other people to actually find someone who could even inform Nam Soon that he was there at all before it would even get worse. Heung Soo is well aware of just how much Nam Soon can flip out because of him. Even if at first he had believed the other didn't care, he knows better by now - with the way he freaked out when Jung Ho attacked him, both back home and the fake one here.. of course Nam Soon would then flip out as well if he thought Heung Soo had disappeared from this place.

(If not just because he would have done the same if Nam Soon really left, if the tables had been turned around - even if it might have been in a different way, it still definitely would have been flipping out, Heung Soo isn't even bothering to deny that to himself.)

But that just means he has to get back as soon as possible the moment he notices that he can actually touch stuff again, that he has an actual body again. The out of body experience had been weird as hell enough in itself, but honestly, Heung Soo didn't have time at all to focus on it. From the very beginning after the intial surprise all of his thoughts had been about Nam Soon, especially once he saw the other freak out.. and inbetween watching over the other guy without being able to do a single thing and going around trying to find help to contact Nam Soon on one hand and try to find a solution for all of this on the other hand (because there's only so long he can watch his most important person like this before he feels like he's threatening to crumble as well) there has hardly been time to think about himself and his condition on a more personal level.

So he tries to not think about it now either. This isn't the time to feel weird about that, or freak out about that. Instead Heung Soo runs back over to their apartment as soon as possible, convinced that Nam Soon hasn't moved an inch from the way he left him only a little bit ago. He doesn't even think about his leg - after days of not feeling anything at all, he'll take the sharp pain to the knee that he feels whenever he overexerts it, thanks - there's only Nam Soon right now. Because he was already reluctant to leave the other alone just in case something might happen, or he might do somethng stupid, but he really did want to find a way to solve this mess until this mess somehow solved itself.

So honestly? He doesn't give much of a shit that he's completely out of breath by the time he's ran to the building and up the stairs, that he probably looks dishevelled as hell putting his card through the reader at their door so quickly that he's practically slamming it into the device, pulling the door open -- ]

Nam Soon-ah!

[ That's the tone of "you've better been alright in the five minutes I took my eyes off you, you bastard." Definitely.

Because it's the tone that means he's been worried as all hell, and without any real way to have been able to express it all this time, it just all comes out at once now instead. ]

[unpresidential]

[this has been nothing short of the scariest—or maybe second scariest—experience of nam soon's life.

the feeling of sound leaving his ears had been scary enough; that alone put him into an instant state of panic, having called out heung soo's name over and over without actually being able to hear it. but when he was met with nothing more than the sight of heung soo smiling and walking out the door without ever looking back? it was terrifying in every regard. it reduced nam soon to practically nothing in an instant—seeing the person most important to him leaving without looking back in what felt like his darkest hour...

well, he can't say it didn't feel deserved, but that doesn't mean it hurt any less. in that moment, nam soon had been able to feel exactly what heung soo must have that night, three and a half years ago, and he could feel nothing but a crushing weight on him as a result. he'd felt sick and simultaneously dead, as if that catatonic state he'd allowed himself to live in following that time.

the silence would have been deafening if not for the fact that nam soon couldn't hear anything but his own thoughts. the world was silent, and as far as he knew, he was completely alone. he couldn't even understand it. why had heung soo left? why then, at that moment, and why with no explanation? what had happened? much like a lost little kid, he'd sat in the corner of the room with an endless stream of hot tears rolling down his cheeks, but completely silent, otherwise. he couldn't hear heung soo's voice—or anything else, for that matter.

when he finally was informed of what was happening, it didn't change all that much. sure, he was able to calm himself a bit, the crying subsided, though the anxiety didn't. he spoke words to heung soo that he couldn't even hear, and waiting for responses that he couldn't hear. it was absolutely hell, even when he knew that heung soo was probably right there with him, the fear never left. so it wasn't of any comfort at all when the sounds slowly found their way to his ears again. buzzes, humming, the mechanical whirring of the kitchen appliances...

...and his own voice calling out for heung soo. he's now met with silence though, and it doesn't make things any better, not in the least. had []he been lied to? had heung soo really not been there all along? he isn't sure at all, and nam soon finds himself pulling his knees to his chest, resting his forehead atop them as he takes in deep and quiet breaths. this is absolutely traumatizing in ways that nobody but heung soo could understand.

so when he hears the frantic sound of the door opening followed by an equally frantic heung soo—a tone he hasn't heard since the day they got locked in the storage shed—it grabs his attention immediately.]

Heung Soo-yah... [he says it in a barely audible tone, shock coming before anything else. after getting his hearing back to silence, it's the most welcome, necessary sound for nam soon. he can hardly even bring himself to stand; he's weak from having barely eaten or slept (strange enough for him, but when the world is in a terrifying silence, it's hard to sleep), and maybe a bit from the surprise. nam soon is shaky on his feet as he drags himself in line of sight with the entrance of the apartment, and the shock hasn't subsided at all yet.]

Heung Soo-yah.... [he repeats again, louder. everything about it screams out all the vulnerabilities nam soon always tries to hold back. it's how much he worries about heung soo leaving, how much he hates being alone, and how relieved he is to see and hear heung soo again. but he doesn't move, he just stands there on shaky legs, staring from across the room and somehow managing to feel guilty from the sound of worry in heung soo's voice alone.

yeah, this has definitely been one of the worst weeks in his life, and that's saying a lot with all the shit he's been through these last nineteen years.]

voice;

[immobileyes]

... H-Hello? Is this Nam Soon...??

[ this is an awkward message from Mary, because his voicemail message confounded her. ]

If it is, I was wondering... if you would let me show you-- um, food! Like I promised.

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[he didn't make a message because he too, is awkward. they've got this. a few minutes after he hears the message, he'll call her back, just ask awkward.]

Mm, it's me, Mary-yah. I'm not busy... we can do that, if you want. [he naturally assumes people don't really want to do things with him. but she's offering and he's got some free time.]

voice;

[madhatted]

[ A message pops up in your inbox from an anonymous source. How strange! If you don't delete it immediately, you'll be greeted with an audio message that's quiet, at first. In fact, it's quiet enough that just in time for you to turn it up, it starts to speak. It sounds suspiciously like Xerxes Break if you know him, but at the same time, there's a totally stupid voice being used, since it's not like Break would send this message along. Emily, though? Of course. She's such a gossip. ]

Had an x-ray done today. Guess what they found? It was you, safely tucked away in my heart! They said my heart is fine with a friend like you in it. Send this to all the people you love and care for, because if you don't, then something preeeetty bad might happen to them! Heart failure is pretty serious~! Kehehehehehe!!!

(( ooc note ; break is sending this to literally everyone in the game, so I'm sorry... Feel free to figure out he caused it, since it's not like he's trying that hard to hide it. ))

elcia overflow 2: the overflowening

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[to that, he nods.]

I don't know what you'll find. But it probably won't hurt to look around when you can. [she's already more anime than him, so she may have some weird tricks up her sleeve, right?]

That kind of stuff isn't anything I'm good at.

[compossible]

Huh.

[Why's he here, then... at least Elcia has a little bit of experience with time travel and the like...?]

What are you good at, then?

not-here; ic 12/24 I KNOW IT'S LATE GOMEN

[immobileyes]

[ Outside of his door, Nam Soon will find a white box with a note on lined paper tucked into the flap. Inside the box is a homemade cake, white, frosted in dark blue with a large N and S in red on the top.

The note reads: Happy Birthday. I wanted to do more, but cake is important for birthdays, right?

- Mary ]

1/2 it's never too late lbr

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[this... is definitely not something he expected at all. he didn't even expected heung soo to make seaweed soup—hell, he hadn't even remembered it was his birthday at all. so the fact that mary knows about it can mean only one thing... that heung soo told her.

she's too nice to him, he thinks. he hasn't done much to deserve such a nice looking cake, especially not one that just fits his aesthetic oddly well. which isn't to say he doesn't like it, or he doesn't think highly of the fact that she did this. but nam soon definitely thinks mary is too nice to a punk like him. it'll definitely be a bit before he actually responds, because he doesn't even know what to say.]

text;

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[eventually, he'll settle on a text. it's easier than trying to articulate it out loud, even if it lacks tone. (does that matter, when he's usually pretty even-keel?)]

Heung Soo-yah told you, huh.

You didn't have to do anything. But... thanks. It looks good.