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[ room filter ]

[ gil hasn't been in his room lately, trying to get out more. fresh air and all that jazz. anything to keep him distracted with recent events and the fact elliot really knocked him around verbally earlier.

he pauses outside his door, feeling something is very wrong. slowly, he turns the knob and pushes the door open quietly and immediately spots a figure in the dark of his room-- in his bed? so, he reaches for his gun and points it at whoever or whatever it is-- flicking the light open at once ]

[ sometime later. or before elliot. OH PARADISA TIME. ]

[ allen ]

Are you available right now?

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That gives it more sense, then. You could have just said it in the beginning. [brb. going to kill something to see if that second statement is true.

...just kidding. he'd never do that.]

I'll be careful.

I don't really know much about them-- other than what Lenalee told me.

...good. [ because he'd feel even more guilty if something happened to elliot ]

I'll see what I can find out.

[way to go, Gil. now Elliot has to go find out more information than you so he can educate you. as usual.]

[and, of course, distraction was a go.

giving him a tug again, he started to try and pull him along once more.]

Now let's go. I'm tired and want to go back to bed.

[ he''ll let himself be guided but the land on elliot's shoulder instinctively goes up on elliot's head for a second. that'll do elliot. that'll do. ]

We can look for your room tomorrow then.

[good boy, Gil. you're learning. he'll let that small transgression pass for the time being.]

That sounds fine to me.

[don't worry, Gil. he'll let you tag along.]

[ nods. elliot's really good at making people feel bad-- and knocking some sense into them but it hurts. ;A; ]

Have you eaten at all since arriving?

[it's a finely honed skill of his that he has been learning to perfect. sometimes it takes a good dose of reality to kick someone out of their fantasy world.]

I'm not hungry.

[...that was a no.]

[ a heavy sigh. ]

You should always eat even a little to preserve some strength.

Then go get me something to eat.

[you were a servant, after all, Gil ♥.]

[ but we're equal when oz isn't around >O ]

Can I have some soup? [ ghost appears seconds later holding a bowl of hot soup ]

[you still have more experience in the role and a tendency to lapse right back into it when that boy appears.

in the meantime, he's still wal-]

WHAT KIND OF NONSENSE IS THIS?!

[ not phased by these ghosts anymore ]

There are ghosts who work here.

WHY WOULD I TRUST ANYTHING I EAT TO BE BROUGHT BY SOME UNDEAD SPECTRE?!

[pointPointPOINT.]

It's safe. Otherwise the majority of the residents would be ill or dead. They don't even prepare their own meals.

[he threw his orange at Vincent, Gil. don't make him cause you to wear hot soup. |: so for now, he'll just stare angrily.

...give him a few moments here.]

I can't exactly prepare anything in the middle of a hall, can I?

I KNOW THAT!

[...that wasn't what he needed. because now he's reaching out to smack the bowl right up at him.]

Hey! [ he takes a step backward but slips instead and that bowl goes flying in midair-- before landing on his own head ] Hot! Hot! Hot!

[that works for him, too, as he's really trying not to laugh. never change, Gil. never change. at least Elliot's kind enough to summon him a towel. for a moment, he thought about simply throwing it at him but, instead, he knelt down beside him (careful to avoid the spilt soup) and put it on the man's head, effectively patting it to try and soak up some of the soup.]

You need to be more careful, Gil.

[ once again caught off guard by elliot. his head sinks a little and he rubs the back of his neck ]

...thanks.

[he could have lectured him about being so careless (despite it being partly his own fault) but he had chose not to. maybe he had done enough lecturing for the time being. lessons never settled in if they were continually harped upon, one after another after another.]

You may-

[he was going to say 'socially awkward', 'a bit inept', or something else along those lines but he held it back for the time being.]

You would have done the same for me.

[ that warrants a tiny blush appearing on gil's face. perhaps all those he knows from home appearing in paradisa was hinting at him that he was forgetting about the ones he had let down or the ones who had always cared about him. vincent, ada, rufus (but that one was the odd one out), break, echo, stupid rabbit... ]

[what a mess you are, Gil. both literally and figuratively. it's like a trainwreck that's still in progress with no end of boxcars in sight. with a mentality like the one that Gil had, Elliot could see how easy it was to forget such things. it was much in the same way as Oz had felt before Elliot yelled at him about it back in the library at Latowidge.

there was a moment of a soft sigh before Elliot finally just leaned against him and wrapped his arms around the other's shoulders, hugging him close.]

I'll be your support, Gil. But you have to start taking off the blinders and seeing what is beyond that narrow point of view. Little by little, I think you'll finally be able to grow up and be someone to be proud of.

[ the things that happened back home-- and then in paradisa. gil felt uneasy about letting go so easily. he didn't want to let go, because the last time he did oz nearly fell into the hands of a murderer here. he did fall into her hands and it only caused gil to panic. every time he let oz go about he was getting hurt or into trouble. ]

I'm not blind as to what I see. Even Oz... Oz has pointed these things out.

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/dies of cute

/...necromance....

o-oh my

/wink.

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