IC Contact

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WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, NOBORI.

FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 17.128.903.472

*** NOBORI has joined 17.128.903.472

<NOBORI> Hello! This is Ingo!
<NOBORI> How may I help you?

Other Handles: Wayward [anon]

Comments

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I - yes. Yes, they are. I am...glad that you can...feel close to them as well. Clan is important.

[His words are stilted. Both because he's trying to keep any of his negative emotions out of his voice (he presses the bottom edge of the frame into his stomach, a silent reminder to himself to shut up for once) and because...well, he isn't exactly sure how to verbalize what he feels, about Emmet and the Clan together. He's not sure what he does feel.]

They were my family for a long time. It is...nice to imagine my families meeting. Though of course it will never happen.

[For...any number of reasons, really.]

[i_am_emmet]

[Emmet looked down again and moved to sit on the couch. Just hearing Ingo brush it off as never happening- just stung.]

[offtracks]

[Ingo sees the reaction, but doesn't quite follow the cause. He's not wrong.]

Well - with any luck it will not. I would not wish for anyone to come here.

[And there's really no other chances for it. Ingo might return to the future, in some hypothetical reality where they all get to go home one day, but he certainly won't be dragging the entire Clan behind him.]

[i_am_emmet]

[While Emmet was thinking if Ingo didn't come to the future, you could bet your last Pokedollar Emmet would go to the past.]

[Again, a case of Emmet thinking too much.]

[offtracks]

[Ingo would love if Emmet came to the past temporarily! But he'd never ask him to stay there long-term.]

In any case...let me put this downstairs where it will be safe. We can hang it later.

[You wanna come with? He's literally just going to go put it up on a shelf, where none of the Creatures are going to jump.]

[i_am_emmet]

[Emmet nodded and moved to follow Ingo.]

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[Once it's set up carefully, Ingo looks around the room for a moment. Since Emmet's here and all, he will have to hang it up, however little he's done to earn such a thing...]

Perhaps over the bed. But some other time.

[He doesn't really have the energy to go find tools and do that right now. Back upstairs!]

[i_am_emmet]

[See this, this is Emmet staying within arms reach of Ingo.]

[offtracks]

[Back to the couch! Ingo sits down heavily, ignoring the food and drink that he set out; it was all for Emmet anyway. Except the tea he poured himself, which even then he doesn't especially want.

Wordlessly, he gestures for Emmet to join him.]

[i_am_emmet]

[And without a further word, Emmet is already on the couch trying to twist himself around Ingo.]

[offtracks]

[Back to the way they were, then!

...which means Ingo is probably supposed to talk again. Dangit.]

The moon still isn't back. I don't know if anything is happening with that. I have not looked at the network for some time.

[i_am_emmet]

[Emmet expected Ingo not being on the network. He sighs and signs something against Ingo about how he bets next month a giant creature will come from the sea and attack Bavan or something.]

[offtracks]

Ah, perhaps it will. Why not?

[Ingo doesn't even care if it does, at this point.]

[i_am_emmet]

[Emmet starts to pick at some of his own fur.]

[He knew he should try and perk up some, sit up, place his hands on his hips and try and make it fun. Or silly.]

[Be he didn't want to.]

[offtracks]

[No problem! That's Ingo's job, regardless of how much he's falling down on it at the moment. He takes a breath and tries to rally.]

It has been difficult to take the dogs out, or let Gliscor go hunting, because it has been raining poison! I hope that will stop soon, at least. But whatever else might be happening in town does not seem to be reaching this far, this time - I'm sure there is more to it than the rain.

[i_am_emmet]

[It had hardly registered to Emmet about the rain.]

[LET. IT. STAY. THERE.]

[Emmet just wanted some peace. Emmet just wanted to forget about everything outside of the perimeter of the couch right now.]

[offtracks]

Yes, yes. I quite agree.

[He goes quiet again. It seemed like such a simple plan when he was coming back from the site of his own death: going forward, have no further feelings about any of it and just behave normally for Emmet. In practice, it isn't quite working out. But then, what did he expect? He's failed at everything else.]

Do you want to take a nap here? I'm rather tired.

[It's like early afternoon at best but sure]

[i_am_emmet]

[Emmet decided to change into travel form then, so they could just stay there and if Ingo wanted to nap, he could, and if Emmet just wanted to lay on his brother's chest and look down at him like a weird cat, he could.]

[offtracks]

[Ingo stretches out and closes his eyes.






He's absolutely not actually sleeping he's just laying there failing to sleep, just like he fails at everything else]

[i_am_emmet]

[Emmet just moves enough so he could watch Ingo. After a small period of time, Emmet curls up on Ingo's chest then stretches out so his head could be right underneath Ingo's chin.]