It was the only solution -- he was in pain, he would react violently, begging and pleading until Obikawa finally sunk his teeth in. Producing a replica wasn't difficult as it was passed among the God's like candy, their kin becoming addicted and sluggish until their bliss sealed them in the belly of a beast. He had to protect Vollof from that, but he also had to satisfy the withdraws; bite, swallow, hold.
What else could he have done? What path could he have taken then this one?
Endless scenarios he doesn't wish to imagine, because the loneliness that comes would ruin him. ]
Yeah. [ Because if he didn't kill him, Alula would have. That's his excuse. ] Besides... even if he's gone, he's still with me.
[ In his stomach, so close to his heart it hurts in knowing that he can't hear his voice again. ]
But I think -- there's another friend of mine... he says he's got anxiety. Panics a lot. Can't sleep. [ Obikawa is taken just before he eats his fingers, but there's also... that! ] How do people not get dependent on that crap?
While he doesn't know the vore lore, isn't it a nice thought? To still carry a piece of a precious person inside you, and not just the emptiness of their absence. But so often, the latter is louder—so much more present, encroaching outward, ready to swallow up what little is left of someone you love into its void.
At least it sounds like this man has someone else to worry about. It's a good distraction. Nehan's tone dips slightly, not exactly warm, but less barbed. A little more natural. ]
Some drugs are safer than others. Sometimes it takes trial and error, and a watchful eye from a doctor who monitors symptoms and manages dosages... [ He trails off briefly. ] But most people in a bad enough state get desperate. Take your friend, for instance. If he hadn't slept in a few days, and he's panicking, wouldn't he grasp at any relief he could?
[ ... ]
Some medication would probably help your friend. But it's rarely a cure, and as with anything, it can be difficult to manage alone.
Mm... Yeah, I've had a bunch of doctors who'd manage what they could take from me before. Always talking about trial this, trial that, I didn't know it was that difficult. [ Which may give off the impression that he's either ignorant or naïve, but anyone could guess that he's not familiar by his relaxed tone. ] But I dunno what to do, if he does somethin' like that...
Maybe if I just paralyze him and force him to rest, he'll stop being such a headache! He's not even here and I'm thinking of him, don't you think that's annoying? Especially when I'm supposed to be playing with dildos and whatever.
[ The way he talks about this—it is strange. Familiar with the subject, but flippant. This man is clearly around drugs plenty, maybe even—administers them? Yet he asks basic questions, too.
He sighs, smoothing his tone back over to something more impassive. ]
What are you, some sort of test subject...
[ He straightens up, back cracking lightly. ]
Anyway, it just sounds like you're attached. It happens. [ Sometimes people occupy your thoughts, no matter what you do. Dryly, ] Maybe you're in love.
Hm, huuuuuuuuuuuh... [ Well, he's managed to fool enough people that he was human despite struggling to fill a resume. It wouldn't hurt to be just a bit honest. ] Something like that. No better test subject than a man in his late twenties who doesn't smoke and eats well, right?
[ And to his suggestion -- ]
Nah! I'm pretty sure eggs are the only thing I love.
[ That sounds like a typical lab rat of a person. A man in his late twenties, who eats well, and loves— ]
...Eggs...
[ He repeats with a little disbelief. There's a pause, more bracing than before, before he sighs. ]
Well, whatever you're out here feeling, it's not so bad to have someone you miss. Why don't you just tell him you're worried about his condition? You won't be able to help what he's feeling unless he feels he can share the root cause of the problem.
[ That's the key with any diagnosis—not just managing the symptoms, but figuring out what's wrong. Also, it's how to be a... friend. It's what he'd want, if he were sick. It's what anyone would want, he thinks. ]
What he says is rational -- something a friend would do, but could Obikawa confidently claim himself anything but another contributor to Tokinaga's trauma? It brings him to pause in thought, the tight pain in his chest from when he last saw him months ago a familiar ache. ]
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[ The pills, the needle, or fangs.
It was the only solution -- he was in pain, he would react violently, begging and pleading until Obikawa finally sunk his teeth in. Producing a replica wasn't difficult as it was passed among the God's like candy, their kin becoming addicted and sluggish until their bliss sealed them in the belly of a beast. He had to protect Vollof from that, but he also had to satisfy the withdraws; bite, swallow, hold.
What else could he have done? What path could he have taken then this one?
Endless scenarios he doesn't wish to imagine, because the loneliness that comes would ruin him. ]
Yeah. [ Because if he didn't kill him, Alula would have. That's his excuse. ] Besides... even if he's gone, he's still with me.
[ In his stomach, so close to his heart it hurts in knowing that he can't hear his voice again. ]
But I think -- there's another friend of mine... he says he's got anxiety. Panics a lot. Can't sleep. [ Obikawa is taken just before he eats his fingers, but there's also... that! ] How do people not get dependent on that crap?
no subject
While he doesn't know the vore lore, isn't it a nice thought? To still carry a piece of a precious person inside you, and not just the emptiness of their absence. But so often, the latter is louder—so much more present, encroaching outward, ready to swallow up what little is left of someone you love into its void.
At least it sounds like this man has someone else to worry about. It's a good distraction. Nehan's tone dips slightly, not exactly warm, but less barbed. A little more natural. ]
Some drugs are safer than others. Sometimes it takes trial and error, and a watchful eye from a doctor who monitors symptoms and manages dosages... [ He trails off briefly. ] But most people in a bad enough state get desperate. Take your friend, for instance. If he hadn't slept in a few days, and he's panicking, wouldn't he grasp at any relief he could?
[ ... ]
Some medication would probably help your friend. But it's rarely a cure, and as with anything, it can be difficult to manage alone.
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Mm... Yeah, I've had a bunch of doctors who'd manage what they could take from me before. Always talking about trial this, trial that, I didn't know it was that difficult. [ Which may give off the impression that he's either ignorant or naïve, but anyone could guess that he's not familiar by his relaxed tone. ] But I dunno what to do, if he does somethin' like that...
[ He'd just feed someone else's addiction. Again. Again. Again. Again. ]
Maybe if I just paralyze him and force him to rest, he'll stop being such a headache! He's not even here and I'm thinking of him, don't you think that's annoying? Especially when I'm supposed to be playing with dildos and whatever.
no subject
He sighs, smoothing his tone back over to something more impassive. ]
What are you, some sort of test subject...
[ He straightens up, back cracking lightly. ]
Anyway, it just sounds like you're attached. It happens. [ Sometimes people occupy your thoughts, no matter what you do. Dryly, ] Maybe you're in love.
i thought i replied to this omg
[ And to his suggestion -- ]
Nah! I'm pretty sure eggs are the only thing I love.
what is rp if not losing tags and notifs!!
...Eggs...
[ He repeats with a little disbelief. There's a pause, more bracing than before, before he sighs. ]
Well, whatever you're out here feeling, it's not so bad to have someone you miss. Why don't you just tell him you're worried about his condition? You won't be able to help what he's feeling unless he feels he can share the root cause of the problem.
[ That's the key with any diagnosis—not just managing the symptoms, but figuring out what's wrong. Also, it's how to be a... friend. It's what he'd want, if he were sick. It's what anyone would want, he thinks. ]
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What he says is rational -- something a friend would do, but could Obikawa confidently claim himself anything but another contributor to Tokinaga's trauma? It brings him to pause in thought, the tight pain in his chest from when he last saw him months ago a familiar ache. ]
Are you a therapist?
[ Or he could just ignore it (he's not). ]
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Hah. [ He does not. Excel at mental health. ] I used to be a pharmaceutical manufacturer. Pretty ornate title for drug peddling.
[ He was part of the problem. ]
...I'm tired of hearing about people who are past the point of recovery, that's all.