[ 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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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. ]