[ Even if the username is Omori, it’s still Sunny! Omori is kind of a figment of his imagination as well and he associates himself with him. It doesn’t happen often that he switches. It’s okay, Shoyo. ]
[ it's not frequent that shoyo keeps to his bed, not unless he's there for sleep or feeling ill because he'd otherwise be at volleyball practice with the guys and an ever-budding volleyball club, or jogging around outside, or hanging around sunny more like an eager puppy than their actual cake hound. his head feels like it's splitting from the inside. his ears are tingling, but it's the headache and earache that keeps him bedridden and stuffing his head beneath his pillow. he forcibly even wraps it around his temples to see if it would help somehow, and it doesn't. he curls there, takes tiny inhales in, and exhales his tears until he's barely breathing— just this shivering, hiccuping lump with a pillow for a head.
it's hurting. it's hurting so much, and it's worse than the month before. it's even worse when it feels like . . . something's crawling inside ever so often, and no amount of squeezing his head would make it stop.
[ Sunny is always in bed in contrast to Shoyo’s active lifestyle. He knows, now, they are going to have to go through these changes every month, but unlike last time, it looks like the change is affecting Shoyo first.
Sunny has woken up from one of his many naps and has sat up, curling his legs into a fetal position as he simply watches the lump of Shoyo in his own bed. He can’t forget how much Shoyo helped him when he was in pain last month, and after much contemplation, Sunny shrugs out of his bed and makes his way over to Shoyo’s, crouching down until his big, black eyes fixate on the other boy.
Silently, Sunny places his hand on the shivering limp in some awkward attempt to comfort 🧍♂️ ]
[ no attempt is awkward for shoyo . . . he does startle at the touch, but he knows who it is without having to look. it’s sunny’s paws and claws on his arm, and grasping for air until he found the other’s hand—
he holds it tight against the pillow keeping the side of his face covered. sunny? the muffled whisper hushes— perhaps only looking for confirmation that his presence was really there rather than his mind scrambling.
it’s not as bad, he thinks— but his hearing isn’t coming from the sides of his head. it’s focused on the crown and it’s weird. he’s not ready to see what’s up, so he keeps curled into his own fetal positioning and waits it out.
[ Oh, okay, we're going to hold hands. That's fine. Sunny is careful to curl his little claws around the hand that holds his and he tilts his head, trying to get a good look at what might be changing / has changed about Shoyo.
Everything will be okay. That's a phase that pops into his head that he hasn't heard in awhile. ]
[ and just like that, the worst of it is gone. like pulling out a nasty splinter from somewhere, wherever, and leaving behind an ache. shoyo breathes through the ending waves, a phantom pain that throbs all around his head and into his ears but is now so much more bearable. after all of that? a little headache wasn’t so bad.
the squeeze he keeps on top of sunny’s hand and into the pillow loosens over his head. finally, his voice isn’t so muffled. ]
It was . . . Phew.
[ the air he breathes is cooler, much better than anything as suffocating as breathing through pillows.
slowly, the redhead pulls himself away from the mount he’s created over his head, and sits up, using sunny to stabilize his balance. he doesn’t have human ears anymore.
he has these cute little burgundy teardrops close to the top. ]
My hearing’s a little funny though—?
[ where’s his own voice coming from. like, he hears better so it doesn’t make much of a difference . . . but the source should, and because of that— those little ears are starting to move. one curves sideways, then the other goes the opposite. shoyo touches the side of his head where his ears should be,
and they’re not there. he starts to cold sweat. ear. gone.
[ Shoyo is a new friend, but he's certain he never thought he would see the ginger like this. Sunny keeps a gentle hold on Shoyo as he emerges from his little blanket pile and.. well, he can't stop staring at those adorable pony ears on his room mate's head. It's hard not to stare! Shoyo might be cold sweating for awhile before Sunny registers something is troubling Shoyo and..
With his other hand, he reaches up to gently pet one of the pony ears. There, there. It's okay, buddy! Softly, he speaks, just under his breath: ]
[ cute— wait, him? cute? shoyo can easily feel a warm heat beneath his grass-tainted cheeks and cold-sweat shine, a sudden dip in his chest and these wide, blinking brown eyes stare ahead trying to assimilate that. that,
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it’s a weird feeling, both what he’s still trying to make sense of and what he’s literally sensing. it’s as if part of his head had extended upward and he could feel it, but it wasn’t his scalp, and also he could hear the strokes of skin to fur especially loud. they twitch and flip against the hand. like his ears were—
right there.
shoyo can’t see them no matter how hard he tried to look up, but it did serve as an acceptable distraction. opposite sunny’s hand, he lifts his own and touches the other ear. lo and behold, actual ears. ]
L-like— Cat ears? Or dog ears?
[ he can’t tell— only that they were kind of triangular. ]
[Basil wakes on the 20th to the feeling of sun on his face. It's something he could never experience as a Gargoyle, but as a Waldgeist/Nymph hybrid, he's able to keep the blackout curtains on his windows open. It's better for the plants, certainly...and it keeps him on a more diurnal schedule, which the Nymph in him craves. It's going to be miserable going back to being nocturnal and having to readjust, but he isn't thinking about that right now.
He lays in bed staring at the underside of his canopy bed, his arms spread out along either side of himself, and feels a sense of deja-vu wash over him. For every year, for the last four years, he's remembered Sunny's birthday, even if he's not been able to really do anything for him for it. 13. 14. 15. 16...
He remembers being covinced to do something for his own by Max, even if he wasn't sure it really counted since that week of time had been lost, and it had only been a short time after his arrival. It hadn't felt like he'd grown or aged at all. But the idea wasn't to reflect on a year passed, but to do something for him.
Basil doesn't think Sunny is doing that. Or maybe has ever done that.
When he finally turns his head to look at the windowsill, spotting a few of his plants resting along it basking in the sun, he's struck with the feeling that this year...he can do something. He can.
Whether or not he should remains to be seen.]
Sunny?
Hi. This is Basil.
I know you probably don't want to talk to me
I don't want to bother you
I hope this isn't a bad time
It's your birthday today, isn't it? I thought about it when I woke up this morning, and...I wanted to bring you something. If you rather I didn't come by, that's okay. I can send it with Shoyo when I see him next.
I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday, and that...I hope you have a good day today.
[ Funnily enough, Sunny is completely unaware it’s his birthday. When he turned 13, he knew, and 14.. he knew too. But as he kept aging and feeling more ill, the more times and days started to blur together and the more he forgot what day it was and didn’t care to notice. Especially with all the shock of arriving here and turning into a monster, he especially had forgotten the date.
He’s been on his laptop, either in bed or on a small computer desk in his apartment with Shoyo. He’s online quite a bit since he has nothing better to do.
When he reads who is messaging him, he swallows thickly. Basil seemed to act non threatening at Shoyo’s party.. it was just.. weird. He didn’t really want to continue his friendship with Basil, but deep down.. he missed Basil so much.
[After sending that message, Basil had closed his laptop and laid back down. He wasn't sure if he was going back to sleep, but...it made him nervous. Browsing the Network right now didn't feel like such a good idea.
But then he hears his laptop make a sound. A message returned.
His heart skips a beat and he sits bolt upright, yet he doesn't grab his laptop immediately. He stares at it for a long moment or two, like he's afraid of what he might see when he opens it back up.
[ The shock and awe of Basil being here and also being a monster has mostly subsided, but there's that nagging thing that is telling him to stay away from Basil; blot him out of his life and out of his memories.
And yet.. there as the kind words and thoughts associated with Basil that are nice. Did Sunny want to salvage those things at least? Once thing is certain, though, he does like birthday celebrations and he is curious about what the gift is.
It's a bit too blunt, but he just asks: ]
what is it?
[ This sounds a bit more like curious and sweet Sunny like Basil remembers. ]
[It's such a...Sunny response that Basil actually smiles, and if he were alive currently, his heart would seize in his chest. Instead, he's sitting there feeling hollow and conflicted as he replies.]
I guess it wouldn't be too much of a surprise coming from me, huh?
It's a potted flower. I've been growing some here, so...I wanted to give you one. To brighten up your room, you know?
[ And this response is especially very Basil-like. Sunny still doesn't have a lot of confidence in regards to he and Basil's relationship right now, and neither does he have confidence in taking care of a flower. ]
It probably won't live long with me. Is that okay?
That's okay. As long as it brought you a little happiness, then it's done its job.
I accidentally burned a lot of my plants when I first changed, because I had fire powers I couldn't control. I don't think you could do worse than that.
[Sunny, being the sadistic little shit he is, can't help but stifle some laughter at Basil's words. Okay, that was the wrong time to laugh, but he's always kind of been like that. Just comes with his mentally ill package.
Surprisingly enough, he sends Basil his address (?!?! which means welfare check in the future!?!?) without any other words. ]
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btw
do you like cake??
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delicious.
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do you like
dogs??
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cats.
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puppies?
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sorry i don't have a cat
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me either.
[ somehow this message sounds Sad… ]
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it's hurting. it's hurting so much, and it's worse than the month before. it's even worse when it feels like . . . something's crawling inside ever so often, and no amount of squeezing his head would make it stop.
the best he could do is to stay silent. ]
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Sunny has woken up from one of his many naps and has sat up, curling his legs into a fetal position as he simply watches the lump of Shoyo in his own bed. He can’t forget how much Shoyo helped him when he was in pain last month, and after much contemplation, Sunny shrugs out of his bed and makes his way over to Shoyo’s, crouching down until his big, black eyes fixate on the other boy.
Silently, Sunny places his hand on the shivering limp in some awkward attempt to comfort 🧍♂️ ]
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he holds it tight against the pillow keeping the side of his face covered. sunny? the muffled whisper hushes— perhaps only looking for confirmation that his presence was really there rather than his mind scrambling.
it’s not as bad, he thinks— but his hearing isn’t coming from the sides of his head. it’s focused on the crown and it’s weird. he’s not ready to see what’s up, so he keeps curled into his own fetal positioning and waits it out.
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Everything will be okay. That's a phase that pops into his head that he hasn't heard in awhile. ]
... Does it hurt?
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the squeeze he keeps on top of sunny’s hand and into the pillow loosens over his head. finally, his voice isn’t so muffled. ]
It was . . . Phew.
[ the air he breathes is cooler, much better than anything as suffocating as breathing through pillows.
slowly, the redhead pulls himself away from the mount he’s created over his head, and sits up, using sunny to stabilize his balance. he doesn’t have human ears anymore.
he has these cute little burgundy teardrops close to the top. ]
My hearing’s a little funny though—?
[ where’s his own voice coming from. like, he hears better so it doesn’t make much of a difference . . . but the source should, and because of that— those little ears are starting to move. one curves sideways, then the other goes the opposite. shoyo touches the side of his head where his ears should be,
and they’re not there. he starts to cold sweat. ear. gone.
help him out here sunny ]
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With his other hand, he reaches up to gently pet one of the pony ears. There, there. It's okay, buddy! Softly, he speaks, just under his breath: ]
Cute...
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it’s a weird feeling, both what he’s still trying to make sense of and what he’s literally sensing. it’s as if part of his head had extended upward and he could feel it, but it wasn’t his scalp, and also he could hear the strokes of skin to fur especially loud. they twitch and flip against the hand. like his ears were—
right there.
shoyo can’t see them no matter how hard he tried to look up, but it did serve as an acceptable distraction. opposite sunny’s hand, he lifts his own and touches the other ear. lo and behold, actual ears. ]
L-like— Cat ears? Or dog ears?
[ he can’t tell— only that they were kind of triangular. ]
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He shakes his head lightly, still petting the ears (even if they might be bloody?? is he bleeding?? ) ]
No.. like.. pony. Pony ears. You’re gonna be a horse?
[ Sunny pulls his hand back and tilts his head slightly. ]
Say neigh.
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7/20th; <daisy>
He lays in bed staring at the underside of his canopy bed, his arms spread out along either side of himself, and feels a sense of deja-vu wash over him. For every year, for the last four years, he's remembered Sunny's birthday, even if he's not been able to really do anything for him for it. 13. 14. 15. 16...
He remembers being covinced to do something for his own by Max, even if he wasn't sure it really counted since that week of time had been lost, and it had only been a short time after his arrival. It hadn't felt like he'd grown or aged at all. But the idea wasn't to reflect on a year passed, but to do something for him.
Basil doesn't think Sunny is doing that. Or maybe has ever done that.
When he finally turns his head to look at the windowsill, spotting a few of his plants resting along it basking in the sun, he's struck with the feeling that this year...he can do something. He can.
Whether or not he should remains to be seen.]
Sunny?
Hi. This is Basil.
I know you probably don't want to talk to me
I don't want to bother you
I hope this isn't a bad time
It's your birthday today, isn't it? I thought about it when I woke up this morning, and...I wanted to bring you something. If you rather I didn't come by, that's okay. I can send it with Shoyo when I see him next.
I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday, and that...I hope you have a good day today.
[He's not expecting a response, particularly.]
baby boy… <OMORI>
He’s been on his laptop, either in bed or on a small computer desk in his apartment with Shoyo. He’s online quite a bit since he has nothing better to do.
When he reads who is messaging him, he swallows thickly. Basil seemed to act non threatening at Shoyo’s party.. it was just.. weird. He didn’t really want to continue his friendship with Basil, but deep down.. he missed Basil so much.
Maybe a birthday visit wouldn’t be so bad. ]
a gift?
<daisy>
But then he hears his laptop make a sound. A message returned.
His heart skips a beat and he sits bolt upright, yet he doesn't grab his laptop immediately. He stares at it for a long moment or two, like he's afraid of what he might see when he opens it back up.
But eventually...just a short while later:]
Yes. If that's okay?
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And yet.. there as the kind words and thoughts associated with Basil that are nice. Did Sunny want to salvage those things at least? Once thing is certain, though, he does like birthday celebrations and he is curious about what the gift is.
It's a bit too blunt, but he just asks: ]
what is it?
[ This sounds a bit more like curious and sweet Sunny like Basil remembers. ]
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I guess it wouldn't be too much of a surprise coming from me, huh?
It's a potted flower. I've been growing some here, so...I wanted to give you one. To brighten up your room, you know?
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It probably won't live long with me. Is that okay?
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I accidentally burned a lot of my plants when I first changed, because I had fire powers I couldn't control. I don't think you could do worse than that.
<OMORI>
Surprisingly enough, he sends Basil his address (?!?! which means welfare check in the future!?!?) without any other words. ]
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