Ranboo awakens later, every inch of their body seeming to ache and burn in some way or another; it isn't until they move that they realize that they've been given some "company."
It's utterly baffling to them. Is Dirk trying to make fun of them or something...? Why the hell would he set them up with puppets like this...?
Their body aches too much to do anything dramatic, like picking one up and throwing it; Ranboo settles for knocking the one leaned against their arm over, and that satisfies them for now, anyway. He'll need a lot more rest before he can do anything more intense.
The days pass slowly, at first, and Ranboo spends much of them in a haze, sleeping and only awakening when Dirk forces them to; usually, it's to eat some kind of food, or to drag their aching body to the bathroom to tend to it however they're able. Dirk, inexplicably but somehow not surprisingly, "volunteers" to help with that aspect, whether Ranboo wants him to or not.
To Ranboo's surprise, though, he never tries to turn it into anything else; in fact, Dirk behaves himself far better than Ranboo's ever seen, at least sexually. They're quietly grateful for that fact-- for more than just the obvious reasons. Their body seems to've been very badly affected by the repeated deaths, the pain taking a lot of time, rest, and some very reluctant and borderline agonizing stretching to finally begin to fade from their muscles. Their breathing has taken on a touch of a wheeze at times, and they seem to get winded and dizzy easily; their heart and lungs are still in the process of healing, as well.
Their mind, likewise, recovers slowly; yet the days of hazy numbness gradually do give way to a more focused kind of misery, a depression and hopelessness that weighs almost physically on their body and mind. There's no escape from this-- not even death can free them. The first day that Ranboo's mind returns enough for them to fully process this realization, they lay in bed and weep, only stopping when they've exhausted their body's ability to create any more tears.
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Date: 2024-12-15 11:57 am (UTC)It's utterly baffling to them. Is Dirk trying to make fun of them or something...? Why the hell would he set them up with puppets like this...?
Their body aches too much to do anything dramatic, like picking one up and throwing it; Ranboo settles for knocking the one leaned against their arm over, and that satisfies them for now, anyway. He'll need a lot more rest before he can do anything more intense.
The days pass slowly, at first, and Ranboo spends much of them in a haze, sleeping and only awakening when Dirk forces them to; usually, it's to eat some kind of food, or to drag their aching body to the bathroom to tend to it however they're able. Dirk, inexplicably but somehow not surprisingly, "volunteers" to help with that aspect, whether Ranboo wants him to or not.
To Ranboo's surprise, though, he never tries to turn it into anything else; in fact, Dirk behaves himself far better than Ranboo's ever seen, at least sexually. They're quietly grateful for that fact-- for more than just the obvious reasons. Their body seems to've been very badly affected by the repeated deaths, the pain taking a lot of time, rest, and some very reluctant and borderline agonizing stretching to finally begin to fade from their muscles. Their breathing has taken on a touch of a wheeze at times, and they seem to get winded and dizzy easily; their heart and lungs are still in the process of healing, as well.
Their mind, likewise, recovers slowly; yet the days of hazy numbness gradually do give way to a more focused kind of misery, a depression and hopelessness that weighs almost physically on their body and mind. There's no escape from this-- not even death can free them. The first day that Ranboo's mind returns enough for them to fully process this realization, they lay in bed and weep, only stopping when they've exhausted their body's ability to create any more tears.
It takes a while.