can you write "shoyo has a nasty lunge and i paul sensei can vouch rsrsrs trench 2024" on paper and show it to me next to your face
[ shoyo sends a selfie of himself in a few seconds as an example; he has a paper up and something about paul written on it but the shot is . . . blurred. especially around the face and arms. ]
[If there was anyone who seemed immune to things like blurring, it was Paul's ever-eager, smiling student. Paul doesn't allow himself to stay with that sense for long, though - he has a note to transcribe, dutifully, and photograph next to his sunglasses-wearing face.]
[Another person who wants to meet in person, but Paul expected this one more than most.]
No squid parts I know about. I'm breathing fine, no allergies. I'm not high. I'm wearing sunglasses because my eyes aren't right, but they will be, and it's nothing to worry about.
i can be at cellar door innnnnn seven minutes in front of earworm (but we don't have to go in i've been there for days) six if i run fast enough lets go with this: i'll race you
[ concerning! they were all under very concerning circumstances. shoyo had been worse, with his corruption. much worse. paul will see him with his remnants: restless, aching and painful— and despite the hurt to come if he were to give anyone a hug, he says to hell with it and lifts this lanky teen wonder off the ground to smother into his chest whether he's won or lost the race. or, well. wherever paul stood because he was a god damn baguette. he might not be at shoyo's chest, but maybe his torso is. squeeze.
paul, there's tears. there's snot. there's an acute case of restless leg and arm syndrome that might as well just be complete of the body, but shoyo is glad to see you, buddy. ]
[Paul assents to the smothering readily, winding his arms around his student-friend's back and pressing himself back close and snug. It's easier, like this. It's not so much a hardship to just be held, to hold in return. If there is anyone that isn't going to make this difficult, it's Shōyō.
Paul doesn't cry, but he does produce a handkerchief and gentle, nonsense words to go with it that demonstrate his understanding - that it's all right, that he's all right, that there is nothing to worry about.
And if he's half-talking to himself, that's all right, too.]
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can you write "shoyo has a nasty lunge and i paul sensei can vouch rsrsrs trench 2024" on paper and show it to me
next to your face
[ shoyo sends a selfie of himself in a few seconds as an example; he has a paper up and something about paul written on it but the shot is . . . blurred. especially around the face and arms. ]
like this but clear
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Like this?
I will vouch for that.
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no squid parts i’m not seeing, right? breathing fine? are you high? is that why you’re wearing sunglasses indoors?
anyway where and when
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No squid parts I know about. I'm breathing fine, no allergies. I'm not high. I'm wearing sunglasses because my eyes aren't right, but they will be, and it's nothing to worry about.
Where are you? I can come there.
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six if i run fast enough
lets go with this: i'll race you
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[Only a little concerning, but Paul will take what he's given.]
I'll see you soon.
Thank you.
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paul, there's tears. there's snot. there's an acute case of restless leg and arm syndrome that might as well just be complete of the body, but shoyo is glad to see you, buddy. ]
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Paul doesn't cry, but he does produce a handkerchief and gentle, nonsense words to go with it that demonstrate his understanding - that it's all right, that he's all right, that there is nothing to worry about.
And if he's half-talking to himself, that's all right, too.]