shadowdive | 6 // accidental audio + video

[The sound opens up into some state of alarm, footsteps clattering around, birds squawking in concern, a nurse paging a doctor... and a flat sounding heart rate monitor. It's honestly just a lot of audio chaos for a good minute, some static even interrupting a nervous, higher pitched chirping from a bird. More rushed footsteps, and a sharp zap sound... well. Electricity always did prompt noise out of him. Vanitas lets out a yell, but it sounded slightly muffled, followed by harsh coughing that was also muffled. The monitor picked up again just before that yell at least, so it's at least apparent he's not dead?

Some hushed voices were speaking just too inaudible to pick up, but the Gear was getting shoved and moved around again, until the video feed flickered on from in the bed-bound kids bed, a little Swablu fluttering to snuggle under Vanitas' chin as carefully as she could. He was stuck with a breathing tube and mask over his nose and mouth, giving the doctor across the room quite the groggy, nasty look. Unaware of the video feed going on in his lap, showing him in such a state, his expression soon relaxed into something quieter until he seemed to spot something off screen, making a gruntish noise.

It caught a nurses attention, since one stepped over to see what the problem was. Lifting his hand slowly, he gave a disgusted look at the IV in the back of his hand before pointing at something off screen again.]

Oh, those? They were dropped off for you earlier, but you were still sleeping.

[Furrowing his eyebrows, he turned his head just slightly with an honestly confused look. Working his mouth a little around the tube, Vanitas just looked cranky again in that when he tried to talk, words just didn't work today -- does he even realize he has a tube in his mouth? He just seems that out of it.]

They're Valentine's day chocolates, sir!

[Yeah, his previously confused look is returning, but he's too tired to care anymore outside of that, with his eyes drooping closed again. Swablu gives a soft, worried chirp when she sees this, but the nurse thinks he's satisfied with those answers and walks away as the feed times out.]

(ooc: FEEL FREE TO YAK AT HIM. He's not really supposed to go to sleep again so soon after that hurr BUT IF ANYTHING, his pokemans will warble at you. Swablu is the only one light enough to be allowed to hang out literally ON him right now is all.)

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[Rolls his eyes slightly with something of a 'duh' sound, but then he half points at him, something akin to a questioning look on his face.]

You really should stay still, your ribs got hurt.

[Which might give him an idea of how Sora felt, he supposes, but...ouch]

[Hey, Sora only got bruised, his are broke! Insistently points again.]

[Alright, alright, he'll look over his shoulder...

Only there appears to be nothing there, so he looks back to Vanitas quite puzzled]

What is it?

[Vanitas is pretty sure he hates this thing called not speaking. He's going to try and talk around the tube in his throat now but it's just coming out mildly garbled and absolute gibberish...

yeah. Pointing again, then glancing down and patting at his PokeGear. TEXTING, IT HAS A USE?!]

[Ping! He jumps before tugging the device out of his pocket, mulling it over, and typing a reply]

[Giving him quite the deadpanned look here from his place in bed.]

[But Vanitas he really doesn't want to talk to you about girls]

[It's not talking, it's typing! And it's probably better he doesn't find out about this.]

[Yeah, he still looks deadpanned, but snuffs quietly as Swablu under his chin shifts and makes herself comfortable again. Looking down the best he could, Vanitas could only catch a wing out of the corner of his eye. Dropping his gear back into his lap, he lifted a hand and carefully touched one cottony wing, as if just making sure she's there.]

[Setting his 'gear aside then, he can't help a small smile]

Your team sure likes you.

[He's honestly quiet for a few moments, just carefully stroking that wing with his fingertips. Glancing up then, he adverted his eyes a moment later with a soft grunt, simply acknowledging that comment.]

Maybe you're just better with animals than people.

[Some folks are like that, aren't they? His tone suggests he's not sure whether saying that might be a bad idea though]

[He still winds up with a mildly sour expression, gently pulling one wing to extend and rubbing his thumb along the very fragile bone... then ease it shut again.]

[He tried not to visibly tense at that, half afraid Vanitas'd hurt the little thing, but he relaxes when nothing awful happens]

...You know, you should take better care of yourself. Didn't look like you were doing all that great in Ilex.

[That makes his expression more cranky looking, turning his head slightly away and relaxing his hand over the small blue bird tucked against his neck.]

Mhhngg. [Hhhh screw this lack of speaking all over again >( He's not making the effort to type out his 'whatever' this time though.]

I don't think there's a good reason to just give up like that. Like I said before, you could be something else if you tried.

[Rather than Xehanort's tool, y'know]

[Curling his lip in irritation, he just keeps his head turned, but his hand is patting for the gear again.]

Who says that's all you can do?

So because he says so, that's all there is to it?

I haven't, but I'm not gonna sit around and watch you destroy yourself either.

[Gesturing with a point straight at Ven's heart, an odd expression on his face that certainly isn't distaste, like one may expect. He's been sensing it all along, but with this sliver in his chest having issues like this, Vanitas knows with even more certainty how this body was not made to last very long.]

Yeah, back home...you're a part of me again.

I've always thought being here was kind of like a vacation. You can do other things here, if you want to. Back home, all I can do is sleep right now, but in this world...

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