sleepless

[not-a-pet.livejournal.com]

[he's sitting at the kitchen table, looking absolutely exhausted. there's a blanket thrown over his shoulders, probably because he's topless, and a large mug of coffee resting on the table between shaking hands. his head is slightly bowed, mussed hair falling into his face, dark circles under his eyes. the collar around his neck and cuffs around his wrists haven't withered at all; still as fresh and green and strong as they had been when he first showed up here, despite the lack of their Master's care.]

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[winter-blast.livejournal.com]

[sits down next to him with another mug of coffee]

Rather uncomfortable, aren't they? [gestures to the vines]

[wearenottwins.livejournal.com]

[oh look, a newbie trying to memorize the layout, and stopping dead in her tracks at the kitchen door.]

[not-a-pet.livejournal.com]

[shrugs lightly, dislodging the blanket. with a quiet sigh, he tugs it back over his shoulders properly.]

Nothing I can do about them.

[not-a-pet.livejournal.com]

[doesn't notice her, staring down at his coffee.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

... hey, you got your shirt off!

*yes he always points out the obvious*

[not-a-pet.livejournal.com]

[glances up tiredly.]

Once the cuffs decided I wasn't taking the shears to them, yes.

[which would explain the somewhat hidden, half-healed wounds covering his wrists.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*frowns at your appearance a bit*

Are you... well, you really look like shit.

[not-a-pet.livejournal.com]

Observant of you.

[sneers at him briefly before letting the expression drop. he's too tired to be snarky and rude.]

I haven't slept.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

Why haven't you? I helped you find a room. Is it too noisy where you are or something?

[not-a-pet.livejournal.com]

[snorts.]

If only. No, it has nothing to do with others.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

Then why don't you go to sleep instead of sit here in the kitchen?

[not-a-pet.livejournal.com]

Because I can't. Every time I get close to sleep this damn thing in my chest starts to hurt!

[frustrated.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*is startled*

You mean those vines go into your body, too?!

[not-a-pet.livejournal.com]

[facepalm.]

No. Because I couldn't work on the Replica properly with Marluxia watching my every move, the body died. As punishment, the bastard made me put the Heart into myself.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*................*

... y-you've... got an Artificial Heart...?

[not-a-pet.livejournal.com]

Indeed.

[attention back on his coffee now kthx.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

But... but why would having one stop you from sleeping? I sleep just fine most nights.

[not-a-pet.livejournal.com]

Because it hurts. I'm a Nobody, I'm not supposed to have a Heart, especially one that wasn't made for me.

[clutches his mug tightly.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*and a little bitterness rises up the back of his throat, and he narrows his eyes at you*

Oh, right. Because being a Nobody is so much better than being Nothing, yeah? You don't need Artificial Hearts because they're below you, but you don't mind chucking them into a nice pliable Replica. Oh boo hoo. Too bad your Replica died. Maybe it'd be the one getting fucked over by Marluxia instead of you.

[not-a-pet.livejournal.com]

[flinches back a little, because if the other chose to attack, he was pretty much screwed.]

What I was saying was that it isn't compatible, so it's causing me pain. It would have worked better with the Replica, since it was made to have a Heart, and this Heart was made specifically for it.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*snorts*

Is it physical pain? Because I don't see your body rejecting it. You're just not used to having emotions.

[not-a-pet.livejournal.com]

[forces his annoyance down, face settling in a grimace. after a moment, he takes a sip of his coffee before staring back down at it.]

I do still remember what having emotions is like, and this is far, far more painful than anything I remember.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

That's because your experiences changed. The last time you had emotions, you weren't a... slave to Marluxia.

[not-a-pet.livejournal.com]

I am not a slave!

[snarls, glaring up at him- oh, constricting pain in chest, hi. hastily shoves the coffee mug away as he doubles over, forehead hitting the table. one hand moves to his chest, fingernails digging into the skin above his Heart, while the other fists in the fabric of his pants.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*just watches you spasm, not moving to help you yet*

... looks like your Heart can't handle an overload of emotion. I have that problem, too.