empatheias | ( closed ) i see you dashing through the wind just like a hero.

[ It's with a few books tucked under his arm that he makes his way down the various halls of the hospital, looking for a particular room as he goes.

He's a little more adjusted to being back in Verens here and, after having been doted on and the like by his mom, he's finally out and about with the intention of reconnecting with a few people who he's been wanting to see since his memories of this world came back to him.

One of those people is in this hospital and it's when he finds the particular room of said person, that he stands outside it, suddenly feeling... nervous? Anxious? Uncertain? It's strange and he sighs to himself as he rubs at his forehead. He's already dealt with his family and friends from back home being surprised, shocked, confused, and a bunch of other things with his sudden increase in age over a matter of days (for them) and so now, it's time to see how others he knows here will react to this.

No time like the present, right?

Chewing over his bottom lip, books still tucked under an arm and a familiar looking pebble wrapped in a leather cord dangling from his fingers, he makes his way inside the room and stands a little ways from the doorway, smiling then when he catches sight of the daemon. ]

Wow, you're still in here, huh?

[At some point Rokurou has acquired one of those pressure balls he can squeeze in one hand. It was mostly as part of the rehab process for his broken arm to help keep his grip and other muscles working since he couldn't do much otherwise. But right now he was using his free hand to toss it up and down into the air in a steady, rhythmic pattern of catch and toss, catch and toss. It's come to the point where he can do it without looking, so he's staring up at the ceiling so extremely bored that he barely even notices when the door opens.

He looks towards the voice in mid-throw...and then just kind of furrows brow and stares a bit at the guy standing there, his hand open as the ball lands in his palm. He looks...familiar. The hair definitely reminds me of a certain someone, so he's kind of wondering if he's Trunks's relative or what. But the familiarity of question kind of throws him off.]

Yeah, until the end of the week.

[Another second. And another.]

...Sorry, do I know you?

[HE FEELS LIKE HE SHOULD......]

[ Well... that's maybe a typical reaction from those who haven't been around him all his life? Maybe? The age thing is definitely throwing people off so it's not like he can fault anyone for not immediately connecting the dots with who he could be. However, that doesn't mean he's about to let Rokurou off the hook for that and, as he walks over to grab a chair, he spins it around backwards closer to the bed and drops himself down onto it, books set on the back of the chair as he rests an elbow over the stack. ]

Wow and here I thought we were friends.

[ And he's just going to sit there.

And stare.

And smile a bit, chin resting in his palm.

Waiting for it to finally click for the daemon. ]

[Staring.

....Staring.

............................WAIT.]

Hold up—Trunks!? [And now he's really sitting up now as he turns to face him.] But—wait—how???

[He is actually going to reach over and pull at his cheeks because what the fuck.]

[ Um, how about oww?? Ok, maybe he now knows how it feels to have your cheeks pulled but still. ]

Hey! Watch it, will ya?!

[ To which he pulls back a little so he can escape the daemon's fingers. ]

Guess this means you didn't know I went missing then.

[It was real. BUT WAIT.

He's actually going to pull on his own cheek and wince. Okay, yeah, this is not a dream. So back to looking at Trunks and just... Don't mind how flummoxed he's going to be for a while.]

Uh... Well I did notice you hadn't stopped by despite promising that you would, but I figured you got distracted or had something else to do. [Plus it wasn't that long ago, so not enough time for him to really too much about it.] The last time I talked to you was around, what, a week ago?

Yeah, sounds about right.

[ Sighing, he looks down to the books his elbow rests on before he takes them into his hand and holds them out for the daemon. ]

I was going to bring these to you. You know, before I left here. They're not comics but...

[ Oh boy. ]

...I... sorta looked all over for something you might like to read. You know, about knights and stuff.

[ Cue the rubbing to the back of his neck. Man, was he an embarrassing kid. ]

[....This is so bizarre. Like, really bizarre. He's still trying to wrap his head around how Trunks got a sudden growth spurt, but he can take a few guesses with the whole "missing" and mentions of "leaving" bits.

He'll take a book off the top of the pile to look over and manage to open and flip through it before before he sets it on his lap and takes the rest (one or two at a time depending how big each book is), looking through the covers. Yeah. He's cracking a smile and definitely amused.]

Somehow I'm not surprised—and you know what I'm going to say next. Giving a daemon something about knights it's pretty funny.

[But he's not dismissing them, instead picking one that seemed interesting and flipping through it.]

Still, I am surprised you actually remembered. I'm guessing you went back to your world and you're... How old are you now?

[ Yeah, bizarre is a pretty good way to phrase it, especially since it still feels like it's been years for him since he left this world and not a matter of days. Add that with the whole memories of this world forcing their way back into your head and yeah, it's been a wild few days since he came back. ]

Twenty-five.

[ He says that as he sets the last couple of books near the daemon's leg on the bed. ]

So... kinda aged about seventeen years.

[ Again, a little bizarre, yeah. ]

It's... been an adjustment, coming back here.

[Annnd he's just going to almost drop the book he was looking through.]

Twenty-five? Wait, you're older than me now?

[...]

Yeah, I'm just going to pretend that didn't happen and you're still the dumb brat who liked to chase me around.

[ Well THAT'S sure going to get a reaction from him and have him STARE to Rokurou with his mouth dropped open. ]

I didn't chase you around! Ugh!

[ Cue burying his face in his hand because why was he like that as a kid, goddammit younger self. ]

Uh huh, if I recall I remember you bugging me about wanting your sword and flying around—oh, and the time you just decided to ride on my shoulders.

[Even though they hadn't been together for a long time or even all that much, Trunks just gave Rokurou a gold mind of crap to mess with him.]

[ ROKUROU PLEASE. ]

Yeah, well, I was a kid, ok? I'm not anymore.

[ Huff puff, rubs at his temple for a moment. ]

Which, by the way, I'm still holding you to your promise.

So long as you don't try to hitch a ride on my back.

[NNNEEEEEVVEEERRR LEEETTTIIINNNG IIIITTTT GOOOOOO.]

And you made me promise a lot of things, so you're gonna have to tell me which one you're thinking about right now.

Edited (what are words) 2018-09-04 02:21 (UTC)

[ THE LOOK he gives the daemon. It's one that is very much all "don't you try and play this game with me, boy." Yeah, boy, cause... you know... two years older now. Deal with it? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ]

How about the one we made before I left?

[ You know... about discussing things with him PRIOR to his running off and doing something that's bound to get him into trouble. ]

Or are you gonna go back on that?

[Two years older, still forever young brat in his mind.

But okay fine. He thinks back on that conversation ~~should seriously keep a list of these promises~~ and grins a bit.]

Something like always talk to you first?

That would be the one.

[ And he smiles a little before he comes to cross his arms on the back of the chair and drops his chin to them, staring down to the floor. ]

I'm glad you're still here. Even if it's been a few days technically, it feels like years for me.

[Well now instead of cute it sounds like he has to report to his mom or something.]

Would you have been crushed if I wasn't still around?

Let me guess, that's real hard for you to believe 'cause you're a daemon, right?

[ He might huff a little at that before he straightens up some and slouches over the back of the chair, arms dangling there with his pebble wrapped in the leather cord held between his fingers. ]

I just... wanted to make everyone was still here.

[ And yeah, that includes you, Rokurou, you big dummy. ]

Partly. And because it has been a while—I wouldn't hold it against you if you didn't even remember me at all. [Especially since that's apparently what happened with him.

But he sees that pendant and a small almost fond smile plays at his lips.]

So, what have you been up to? Since you're this old now, take it you didn't actually die back then.

[ YEAH ABOUT THAT... ]

Oh, I died. Pretty much as soon as I got back.

[ To which he smiles a little as he looks up to the daemon. ]

But I was revived after along with everyone else.

[ Resting his chin on the back of the chair, he hums a little then. ]

Things were better after that for a long time. It was nice.

[ Especially since things are really bad back home now and it's pretty much game over but, hey, this world brought him here right before he was to die again maybe? ]

Wait—wait wait wait what!?

[NO REALLY WHAT—]

Okay you can't just say all of that and not explain. What the hell happened?

[HE HAS SO MANY MIXED EMOTIONS RIGHT NOW?? AND MOST OF IT CONFUSION???]

[ He probably said that a little too nonchalantly, right?

He laughs a little and hangs his head for a moment, strands of purple falling in front of his face before he looks back up and brushes them back. ]

Yeah, that guy I was telling you about before I left here? He sorta the blew the planet up and I was on it when it went.

[ Holding the back of the chair, he looks up to the ceiling. ]

I don't really remember it because I was unconscious when it happened. But they brought my dad back to take out the guy alongside Goku and then we were all revived after they destroyed him.

Blew...up the plan...what...

[Rokurou is just going to stare at Trunks wide-eyed, the light from a nearby lamp flickering in a haphazard fashion as his mind tries to wrap around this until a bulb actually pops. Yes, that's right. That was a symbolic gesture of his brain exploding trying to comprehend this.

But it does snap him out of his daze and he just rubs his forehead.]

So...there was someone who destroyed an entire planet...and then everyone was someone revived.....?

[ Glancing over to the exploding light bulb, Trunks blinks at first then comes to smile a little as he looks over to Rokurou. ]

Yeah, I know it sounds pretty crazy.

[ Softly, he allows a bit of laughter to leave his lips before he sighs again and comes to stand, feeling like he needs to walk a little around the room. ]

Back where I'm from, we have these things called dragon balls. You collect all seven of them and a dragon appears [ oh is this where his love of dragons/Thras comes from? maybe... ] to grant you a wish. Well, those ones kinda blew up with the planet when that happened but they were able to get the original dragon balls from Namek and use those to revive everyone who had lost their lives because of this guy.

[ Which? Included him and he stops at the foot of the bed, arms crossed. ]

It's... not as complicated as it sounds. Then again, I'm used to it so maybe it just makes sense to me.

ROKUROU, after the 3rd

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