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somekindofspaceuncleHis search for a way home brought him nothing at first, for hours, for days, but then, he desperately called out to the Black Lion. And whether his a bit weak Quintessence right now, his very frayed spirit, was heard or not, he knows this: he's found a way home, if just for a few moments.
And then he's back. He looks shaken, but differently than just days prior. He knows things now.
And he looks around, making sure he's in Nexus. He is. Possibly near a library, possibly near a hotel, or a bar, or a restaurant.
He bites his lip and plays with his hair with white tufts and with black, still there, and rubs at his eyes, as if to make sure everything's still there and his own, not lost to him. He is...
Well, he is, is here, let's leave it at that. He laughs a little, mirthlessly, then stops upon hearing himself. No, this is... he musn't have regrets. He has no rights to those, ever. He has no right, none, not after everything's he (gave in and) done (if he struggled more, and more, more, could he have helped-- he thought he struggled as much as he could've, but how could that be true, if he still gave in, even in front of-
Katie, Lance, Keith, everyone, and whoever that new Altean girl was, and, Lotor-
So, no, he has no rights to any going back, none-
He knows that, now. He thinks so. He's here because-- he promised, a few people. Can't just go away if he has swore.
"Am I dead?" he mutters, under his breath.
(He's very much alive as far as the Nexus is concerned.)
"I'm probably dead," he adds, still under his breath.
He shakes his head, as if checking that he can still do so, with his own head. The important thing was, is, that apart from the Castle, everyone and everything was safe, for, huh, his definition of safe. He should be celebrating that right now. He should. Maybe he will, soon. It did no one any good to get caught on petty, selfish details.
Yeah.
He stretches a bit. Since he still apparently has own muscles, here, might as well use those to get less tense. Accidentally, he yawns. Just, outright.
Er.
And then he's back. He looks shaken, but differently than just days prior. He knows things now.
And he looks around, making sure he's in Nexus. He is. Possibly near a library, possibly near a hotel, or a bar, or a restaurant.
He bites his lip and plays with his hair with white tufts and with black, still there, and rubs at his eyes, as if to make sure everything's still there and his own, not lost to him. He is...
Well, he is, is here, let's leave it at that. He laughs a little, mirthlessly, then stops upon hearing himself. No, this is... he musn't have regrets. He has no rights to those, ever. He has no right, none, not after everything's he (gave in and) done (if he struggled more, and more, more, could he have helped-- he thought he struggled as much as he could've, but how could that be true, if he still gave in, even in front of-
Katie, Lance, Keith, everyone, and whoever that new Altean girl was, and, Lotor-
So, no, he has no rights to any going back, none-
He knows that, now. He thinks so. He's here because-- he promised, a few people. Can't just go away if he has swore.
"Am I dead?" he mutters, under his breath.
(He's very much alive as far as the Nexus is concerned.)
"I'm probably dead," he adds, still under his breath.
He shakes his head, as if checking that he can still do so, with his own head. The important thing was, is, that apart from the Castle, everyone and everything was safe, for, huh, his definition of safe. He should be celebrating that right now. He should. Maybe he will, soon. It did no one any good to get caught on petty, selfish details.
Yeah.
He stretches a bit. Since he still apparently has own muscles, here, might as well use those to get less tense. Accidentally, he yawns. Just, outright.
Er.
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Date: 2020-06-23 05:38 pm (UTC)Oh!
"It's Hiroki. Ziggy gave that name to me. So that I can be myself. He's the greatest."
So much affection there.
"I'm Hiroki Shirogane. Hey..."
Hm.
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Date: 2020-06-23 09:26 pm (UTC)There's an eyebrow that creeps up along with a smirk. "Sounds like you made a new good friend too."
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Date: 2020-06-23 10:58 pm (UTC)His heart's beating a bit faster, now, and also, he
...he so hopes that the plea doesn't offend Matt Holt. Because, no, be real, who'd want to be real friends with a facsimile?
And then, Matt comments on... another matter... and Hiroki relaxes completely.
"I love him. Her. Uhm..."
He shakes his head.
"I love Ziggy," he finally says, with feeling. "I will introduce you to Ziggy, soon! Rockstar. Half-alien half-human. So gorgeously beautiful and kind, you'll wish you've met before I have, though... well."
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Date: 2020-06-23 11:49 pm (UTC)His expression softens just a bit. "I am so glad for you. I'd love to meet Ziggy." Really, Matt doesn't mind. He's so glad that Hiroki has something of his own, rather than something that came from Shiro in the first place.
Cloney will ramble all about his new beloved, sorry in advance. XD
Date: 2020-06-24 01:37 am (UTC)Hiroki Shirogane's overjoyed.
"I'm grateful. I'll try to, to, uhm, be a dependandable friend. If I can help you with anything!"
To justify own continued existence.
Also... also!
"Yes! You'll like his songs, I know it!"
As says, with a pure and unaltered conviction that will know no protest, a very young man purely in love.