Good thing you can levitate too. [ This is a weird way of saying that even if she didn't, he thinks it'd work out anyway. It's along the same line of thinking as his charisma thoughts, in where that once he has faith in someone in a certain way, it's there to stay. ]
And yeah, it'll be fine for now, after tomorrow. [ Belatedly, he squeezes her hand back. ] It'll probably keep bein' like this going forward, but the technical stuff is mostly his thing. He's useful for that, at least.
Haha, yeah. [ She laughs at that, but accepts it without another word. Her thoughts on faith in others are the same anyway, so it's not like she'll discount anything Shigaraki says now. This is fine. ]
Good to know that helped a little at least. Can just leave the rest of the minute details then.
[ Her main motivation was to help Shigaraki's plan progress as smoothly to the next week as she can, so at least that part worked out. ]
More importantly... [ Still holding his hand, she turns to look at him with an almost mischievous smile. ] Had fun?
[ Alas, devious is hard for her. For someone who wishes to see society crumble, feeling true malice wasn't something she ever personally grasped. The definition is there, the feeling of anger is there, but something's in the way. Like some sort of glass between her and the world. Almost like looking through a television set. But she doesn't mind seeing that expression on Shigaraki's face, that's for sure. ]
I had a fun time. Skywarp's a good sport, so I wanted his rest to be something he enjoyed. [ She does genuinely like him after all. Truly the most hilarious robot she's ever met. They should've talked more before this. ] Hopefully I read him right. It wasn't like I could ask after the fact.
I think you did. He liked destruction, change, chaos, things like that—he was a pretty funny guy. You gave him a fight and took him seriously without preachin' to him or anything like that, and that setup at the end is exactly what he would have wanted.
Even the rest of 'em realized that, not that it helped 'em any. [ It probably confused them more tbh? ]
Somehow, yeah. [ She did what she did because of her own motives. That's all there is to it. ] And I never liked that preaching. No need to justify myself to him. [ Or them for that matter. ]
[ She starts laughing then backtracks a little more, because really, she can't help but comment on this. As expected of Skywarp. ]
Hehe, I really should've talked to him more. But I think we managed to say a lot to each other through that fight anyway.
[ Or them is right, or anyone; he squeezes her hand in agreement though he doesn't verbalize it, like many things. He does however laugh a bit, following her energy, or rather keeping in tandem with it. ]
Considerin' he only started to talk to me cuz I took his foot? Yeah, I'm sure of it. I doubt he'd take it personally either.
[ She returns the squeeze, sort of like a call and response. ]
Sure sounds like it. Too bad that stage is ephemeral for him...
[ Moravia is definitely assuming that Overhaul wants all that out of the way from his personality. But it's fine, she pulled all that off thinking it wouldn't last for long after. She even stayed up much later than usual for the finishing touches. ]
...Just like this day, now that I think about it. How long have we been sleeping lately?
[ He slows but doesn't stop, thinking and crunching numbers in his head. ]
I haven't slept in three days? Four? You slept a bit when you got back to the spa, yeah? [ This is where a normal person would have a clear look of concern, but she'll have to infer based on his tone which evens out. ]
Probably around an hour? Which means I got more time to snooze, even if it doesn't look like it. [ She slows down to match his pace, chuckling again. Him and his sleep crimes. (And hers at present, she supposes.) But at least they have this time now. ]
It's fine though. I don't feel like going to sleep yet.
Maybe you did leave the ribbon in the spa then. I don't even know where it went off to, and I could probably find out but— [ A shrug that is shared given their clasped hands. ]
I'll sleep after the execution. [ His Mondays are busy with Sleep. ] Anythin' else you wanna do now?
It's fine. [ She's about to shrug too anyway, so that works out. Considering her relaxed expression, the missing ribbon doesn't look like much of a concern to her at the moment. It'll be handled, no worries. ]
Hmm, another video game would be fun and all, but I know the cabana wants details sooner than later... [ So whatever it is shouldn't take too long. ] How about another run then? I'm pretty sure I can go even faster this time.
[ Somehow she feels a little less tired than she was earlier, so why not throw that out there? ]
[ Absolutely fair. And she'll reassess for a grand total of two seconds before deciding, nah, she's up for it. ]
Weirdly enough, I am. I'll start.
[ A few seconds later, she takes off running, heedless of their clasped hands. Why would she remember to? It's not like she ever thought he couldn't keep up with her speed. If anything, she's the one who has to. ]
[ Huh!?—he's hard to catch off guard given his reaction speed plus his general everything, but she succeeds here even if it only takes him a second to catch on. He wasn't expecting to hold hands for this, it wasn't even something he had considered to be honest, but he's...more than fine with it. Maybe it's good, actually?
Not that he's thinking about that, since he's focused on running. He can keep up with her, but given that he's never done something like this in tandem with someone (battle moves are similar, but not quite), it requires almost his full concentration. What else he can spare is taken by a sprig of laughter.
He doesn't have words right now but he doesn't need them. Not when he can feel what he wants to, in so many ways. ]
[ Running around may have been on a lark, but turns out she actually does enjoy moving side by side like this. Something about the breeze as they rush by feels refreshing, almost invigorating. She wouldn't change a thing about it. Keeping her balance is harder than she thought it'd be though. Still, she welcomes the challenge with a laugh. All they need to do is find a good rhythm.
They may have a lot to do after this, but for now, she wants to enjoy the feeling of mirth for a little longer. ]
[ That's what his life is about: the moment, what he wants to do, living free in every meaning of the word and then some. And in this now, that's running along the terrain of the island to who knows where, and for no specific reason other than following a whim. He'll go wherever she wants to lead, even if he can't levitate or fly, he can jump much like a cat if they want to attempt to reach new heights like the waterfall.
His speed is constant throughout once he adjusts, another reflection of who he is, steady in chaos, and destruction if such a notion can exist. ]
[ For a while, Moravia keeps running onward without a destination, content to swerve around the island like an obstacle course with him. But for all her incredible stamina, she does have her limits. Especially after all that prodigious usage of her psychokinesis.
Truly, a fleeting moment can't last forever. So she wants to focus and remember the sights of the island scenery flashing by her, the sound of their laughter, and the feeling of running with him hand in hand.
Around the waterfall, she starts winding down, careful to not let the speed drop too suddenly. Something about the cool air feels welcoming, despite still bearing scars of last night's aftermath. She almost feels compelled to take a deep breath. ]
Ahaha, maybe...maybe that was a little too much at once.
[ Despite her words, she doesn't sound sorry at all. She laughs again with a wide grin, even with her voice drowsy and eyes drooping. Her free hand instinctively covers her mouth when she's hit with the urge to yawn after that.
Logically, she knows she has a lot to do after this, but...suddenly she wants a breather. Even if this technically counts as one. ]
It's only too much if you say it is. Maybes don't count. [ Not that he minds slowing down, he just has no regrets either, his own grin lingering. Particularly as he looks around to see where they've wound up, which seems pretty fitting. He didn't get as good of a view as he would have liked considering he's supposed to stay out of the crime scenes, so this is nice.
Yawns really are contagious, though he doesn't have the manners to stifle his. His sleep debt is getting up there, even for someone like him. ]
Rest ain't bad either though. Overhaul got rid of the door and I can't be bothered to find it again but... [ There's absolutely zero reason why he sees the need to not follow his impulses, even if he knows that he's gotta be present eventually for execution. Eventually isn't now, though.
Now is not wanting to get wet by the spray of the falls (his hair is poofy enough already), so he's leading them over to the nearest rock face, free hand outstretched to the stone. In a few seconds, he's made them a little alcove that they can tuck themselves away in to take a breather from their breather. Plus no one should see them here either. ]
That so? I'd still do it again, if that helps. [ At least she's not exhausted enough to be unable to continue talking. Part of her wonders if maybe stopping at the scene of the crime was too reckless, but she quickly shrugs it off. Considering the previous weeks, she might as well take another look before it becomes a distant memory. Echoes of gunfire and the sound of harpoons sailing through the air fill her ears as she lets him lead her to what becomes an alcove.
Goodbye Skywarp, hope you had fun. She lets herself think that much before moving on. ]
Hehe, that's nifty. Looks like a great spot to rest.
[ Even saying the word is making her yawn now. Something tells her that once she sits down, she's probably not going to be able to get up for a while. Moravia still does it anyway, but before that— ]
[ He tucks that information away for the future, the one he doesn't put too much stake into but still listens to, given who he is and what this place is. For now he's too surprised by the shift, which obviously he has seen before, but it's different when he's holding their hand. Which still fits well within his own, just differently now.
But it doesn't take him long to recover, because this is who they are, and he accepts that so easily in a way that is also because of who Shigaraki is. A blink as he clears the confusion and drowsiness, right, that's what they're talking about. Honestly he was only intending for them to rest, to catch their breaths, but now that the topic of sleep has been brought up...
Yeah, he's tired. Of course he's tired. He's done more hours awake than this, but swinging down from mania adds some more exhaustion on top of it. If he sleeps now, will he be up again before execution? Maybe, because sometimes his sleep before this island has been in several hour chunks and not the pseudo-hibernation he's been doing on Mondays. Does he care? Nah. Overhaul knows how to prod him (like always) and anyone else, well, good luck. ]
Mmm, sure. Shouldn't be too cold? [ Since you know, hands. And body heat.
Another yawn as he tugs Ibuki down to the floor. Really he probably has more than enough control of his quirk now to make a stone bench or something, but he's used to sleeping on any part of a mountain which isn't pointy, so. ]
[ The joy of double meanings. I'd still do it again, if that helps. Both an offer to kill for his plan once more, or to go running hand in hand again. Two entirely different scenarios, but they mean it all the same. Why bother to distinguish them from each other?
All the sparkles from his transformation twinkle for only a few seconds before fading into the cool air. Speaking of which...ah, yes, what little cold there is: the main reason for Ibuki's appearance. Besides Ibuki's outfits being easier to clean, of course. ]
It's not fluffy, but I still have my coat, so...
[ One would think this is the part where Ibuki finally lets go of Shigaraki's hand, but he always wears his coat like a cape. Therefore, he sees no reason to have more than one free hand available to remove it from his own shoulders. He thankfully manages this before he's tugged down to the floor. Not that he minds; it would've just been an extra step in the coat removal process.
Almost unconsciously, he uses a bit of psychokinesis to roll out his coat like a blanket over them. Mostly over Shigaraki really, because he's actually used to napping outdoors with the other Vectors around. Then he closes his eyes, a relaxed smile on his lips. ]
This is fine for me. You?
[ Something about lying down accelerates his feelings of drowsiness. Thoughts about today still wander around his mind like mist, still there but getting more and more difficult to see through.
Maybe he should be a little more concerned about how long he'll fall asleep here, but it's hard to think it through properly with heavy eyelids. This wasn't in the plan at all, but what about today was? It almost makes sense that this would happen today of all days. He'll just have to bring snacks as an offering to the rest of the Toucans when he finally heads back after this. They still have time to talk things through then. Just got to take it one day at a time, like someone said to him a few days ago.
Without looking, Ibuki leans towards Shigaraki, somehow still holding onto his hand after all this time. ]
[ Shigaraki's layered like he always is, but the makeshift blanket helps; he'll sleep anywhere but he doesn't like to sleep cold. ]
S'good. [ Vaguely he's aware that this has to be Ibuki's coat, but his eyes have slipped shut sometime in recent memory and he's not opening them again. It's not like he needs to with his supernatural senses, or the sense of ease that's settled around them like their layers.
He is kinda greedy though if you can call it that, shifting slightly to curl into the warmth of their body heat. It's an unconscious movement, which is almost ironic considering all the other things he's consciously doing but--maybe that's not true. He only decays what he hates, though he can control his quirk now with enough thought. And he doesn't hate Ibuki, so really, there's no thought here at all with their joined hands, nor has there been this whole time.
Just a comfort and a warmth, a feeling he's enjoying since he knows how to do that now too. But now, in the immediate now, sleep. ]
Night. [ He doesn't need to say the good part, he said that already. ]
[ A part of Ibuki's mind doesn't want to sleep quite yet, exhaustion be damned. Maybe it's the piece of him closer to (but not quite) a Vector, the instinct to be lonely for people. Despite everything that's happened since then, the warmth here makes him feel even more at ease than he was last week. Maybe he really misses taking outdoor naps that much. Or perhaps being around Shigaraki, someone who he's come to an understanding with, is that calming for him. Could be a little of both, says one of his last conscious thoughts.
(A young girl's voice implores him to think harder on this, that there's more to it. He tells her she doesn't have to worry about him now, so please smile. It'll be all right.)
But he cannot win against his exhaustion for much longer. So before he drifts off to sleep, he lightly squeezes Shigaraki's hand once more. ]
G'night.
[ The words are hardly audible, but it's out there, enough to be discernible to someone close by. And right at that very moment, before his thoughts cut off, he's just happy he managed to reply in time. Simple as that. ]
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And yeah, it'll be fine for now, after tomorrow. [ Belatedly, he squeezes her hand back. ] It'll probably keep bein' like this going forward, but the technical stuff is mostly his thing. He's useful for that, at least.
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Good to know that helped a little at least. Can just leave the rest of the minute details then.
[ Her main motivation was to help Shigaraki's plan progress as smoothly to the next week as she can, so at least that part worked out. ]
More importantly... [ Still holding his hand, she turns to look at him with an almost mischievous smile. ] Had fun?
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Sure did. But whadya 'bout you? [ That's important too. ]
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I had a fun time. Skywarp's a good sport, so I wanted his rest to be something he enjoyed. [ She does genuinely like him after all. Truly the most hilarious robot she's ever met. They should've talked more before this. ] Hopefully I read him right. It wasn't like I could ask after the fact.
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Even the rest of 'em realized that, not that it helped 'em any. [ It probably confused them more tbh? ]
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[ She starts laughing then backtracks a little more, because really, she can't help but comment on this. As expected of Skywarp. ]
Hehe, I really should've talked to him more. But I think we managed to say a lot to each other through that fight anyway.
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Considerin' he only started to talk to me cuz I took his foot? Yeah, I'm sure of it. I doubt he'd take it personally either.
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Sure sounds like it. Too bad that stage is ephemeral for him...
[ Moravia is definitely assuming that Overhaul wants all that out of the way from his personality. But it's fine, she pulled all that off thinking it wouldn't last for long after. She even stayed up much later than usual for the finishing touches. ]
...Just like this day, now that I think about it. How long have we been sleeping lately?
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I haven't slept in three days? Four? You slept a bit when you got back to the spa, yeah? [ This is where a normal person would have a clear look of concern, but she'll have to infer based on his tone which evens out. ]
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It's fine though. I don't feel like going to sleep yet.
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I'll sleep after the execution. [ His Mondays are busy with Sleep. ] Anythin' else you wanna do now?
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Hmm, another video game would be fun and all, but I know the cabana wants details sooner than later... [ So whatever it is shouldn't take too long. ] How about another run then? I'm pretty sure I can go even faster this time.
[ Somehow she feels a little less tired than she was earlier, so why not throw that out there? ]
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[ The ribbon is already out of his mind, video games > most things. ]
Sure. You feelin' that good?
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[ Absolutely fair. And she'll reassess for a grand total of two seconds before deciding, nah, she's up for it. ]
Weirdly enough, I am. I'll start.
[ A few seconds later, she takes off running, heedless of their clasped hands. Why would she remember to? It's not like she ever thought he couldn't keep up with her speed. If anything, she's the one who has to. ]
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Not that he's thinking about that, since he's focused on running. He can keep up with her, but given that he's never done something like this in tandem with someone (battle moves are similar, but not quite), it requires almost his full concentration. What else he can spare is taken by a sprig of laughter.
He doesn't have words right now but he doesn't need them. Not when he can feel what he wants to, in so many ways. ]
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They may have a lot to do after this, but for now, she wants to enjoy the feeling of mirth for a little longer. ]
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His speed is constant throughout once he adjusts, another reflection of who he is, steady in chaos, and destruction if such a notion can exist. ]
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Truly, a fleeting moment can't last forever. So she wants to focus and remember the sights of the island scenery flashing by her, the sound of their laughter, and the feeling of running with him hand in hand.
Around the waterfall, she starts winding down, careful to not let the speed drop too suddenly. Something about the cool air feels welcoming, despite still bearing scars of last night's aftermath. She almost feels compelled to take a deep breath. ]
Ahaha, maybe...maybe that was a little too much at once.
[ Despite her words, she doesn't sound sorry at all. She laughs again with a wide grin, even with her voice drowsy and eyes drooping. Her free hand instinctively covers her mouth when she's hit with the urge to yawn after that.
Logically, she knows she has a lot to do after this, but...suddenly she wants a breather. Even if this technically counts as one. ]
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Yawns really are contagious, though he doesn't have the manners to stifle his. His sleep debt is getting up there, even for someone like him. ]
Rest ain't bad either though. Overhaul got rid of the door and I can't be bothered to find it again but... [ There's absolutely zero reason why he sees the need to not follow his impulses, even if he knows that he's gotta be present eventually for execution. Eventually isn't now, though.
Now is not wanting to get wet by the spray of the falls (his hair is poofy enough already), so he's leading them over to the nearest rock face, free hand outstretched to the stone. In a few seconds, he's made them a little alcove that they can tuck themselves away in to take a breather from their breather. Plus no one should see them here either. ]
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Goodbye Skywarp, hope you had fun. She lets herself think that much before moving on. ]
Hehe, that's nifty. Looks like a great spot to rest.
[ Even saying the word is making her yawn now. Something tells her that once she sits down, she's probably not going to be able to get up for a while. Moravia still does it anyway, but before that— ]
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I guess there's enough time for a nap...
[ Maybe the adrenaline is starting to finally wear off. ]
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But it doesn't take him long to recover, because this is who they are, and he accepts that so easily in a way that is also because of who Shigaraki is. A blink as he clears the confusion and drowsiness, right, that's what they're talking about. Honestly he was only intending for them to rest, to catch their breaths, but now that the topic of sleep has been brought up...
Yeah, he's tired. Of course he's tired. He's done more hours awake than this, but swinging down from mania adds some more exhaustion on top of it. If he sleeps now, will he be up again before execution? Maybe, because sometimes his sleep before this island has been in several hour chunks and not the pseudo-hibernation he's been doing on Mondays. Does he care? Nah. Overhaul knows how to prod him (like always) and anyone else, well, good luck. ]
Mmm, sure. Shouldn't be too cold? [ Since you know, hands. And body heat.
Another yawn as he tugs Ibuki down to the floor. Really he probably has more than enough control of his quirk now to make a stone bench or something, but he's used to sleeping on any part of a mountain which isn't pointy, so. ]
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All the sparkles from his transformation twinkle for only a few seconds before fading into the cool air. Speaking of which...ah, yes, what little cold there is: the main reason for Ibuki's appearance. Besides Ibuki's outfits being easier to clean, of course. ]
It's not fluffy, but I still have my coat, so...
[ One would think this is the part where Ibuki finally lets go of Shigaraki's hand, but he always wears his coat like a cape. Therefore, he sees no reason to have more than one free hand available to remove it from his own shoulders. He thankfully manages this before he's tugged down to the floor. Not that he minds; it would've just been an extra step in the coat removal process.
Almost unconsciously, he uses a bit of psychokinesis to roll out his coat like a blanket over them. Mostly over Shigaraki really, because he's actually used to napping outdoors with the other Vectors around. Then he closes his eyes, a relaxed smile on his lips. ]
This is fine for me. You?
[ Something about lying down accelerates his feelings of drowsiness. Thoughts about today still wander around his mind like mist, still there but getting more and more difficult to see through.
Maybe he should be a little more concerned about how long he'll fall asleep here, but it's hard to think it through properly with heavy eyelids. This wasn't in the plan at all, but what about today was? It almost makes sense that this would happen today of all days. He'll just have to bring snacks as an offering to the rest of the Toucans when he finally heads back after this. They still have time to talk things through then. Just got to take it one day at a time, like someone said to him a few days ago.
Without looking, Ibuki leans towards Shigaraki, somehow still holding onto his hand after all this time. ]
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S'good. [ Vaguely he's aware that this has to be Ibuki's coat, but his eyes have slipped shut sometime in recent memory and he's not opening them again. It's not like he needs to with his supernatural senses, or the sense of ease that's settled around them like their layers.
He is kinda greedy though if you can call it that, shifting slightly to curl into the warmth of their body heat. It's an unconscious movement, which is almost ironic considering all the other things he's consciously doing but--maybe that's not true. He only decays what he hates, though he can control his quirk now with enough thought. And he doesn't hate Ibuki, so really, there's no thought here at all with their joined hands, nor has there been this whole time.
Just a comfort and a warmth, a feeling he's enjoying since he knows how to do that now too. But now, in the immediate now, sleep. ]
Night. [ He doesn't need to say the good part, he said that already. ]
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(A young girl's voice implores him to think harder on this, that there's more to it. He tells her she doesn't have to worry about him now, so please smile. It'll be all right.)
But he cannot win against his exhaustion for much longer. So before he drifts off to sleep, he lightly squeezes Shigaraki's hand once more. ]
G'night.
[ The words are hardly audible, but it's out there, enough to be discernible to someone close by. And right at that very moment, before his thoughts cut off, he's just happy he managed to reply in time. Simple as that. ]