["what's up" he says, like people haven't been vanishing anD POPPING UP DEAD DAYS LATER.....
anyway he's looking a right mess, par for the course for Gilbert during event days, you know how it goes. he doesn't even notice the teeny amount of self-consciousness happening here - doesn't notice much about Garry at all, actually, since his gaze is nervously diverted and darting from the door frame to the end of the hallway.]
Ah, I just... —This isn't a bad time, is it? [wow it sounds like he's about to drop some VERY BAD NEWS.]
of course, his pleasant demeanor drops a bit when he notices just how frazzled Gilbert seems, and he immediately looks concerned. Of course, it probably has to do with what's been happening lately - that's Garry's first assumption. ]
N-no, it's fine, I'm just sitting here... [ also trying not to worry about what's going on. He takes a step back and holds the door open in invitation. ] Are you all right? You don't look good.
[oh good, they can both collectively fret over and vaguely try to ignore the crazy stuff that's been happening again... except Gilbert is not at all keen on trying to keep the worry at bay. he does know that he's run out of things to obsessively clean, though, and without that the worry would overwhelm him quickly.
when the door is opened he nods in gratitude before stepping inside.]
I'm fine. [somewhat curtly, though it's clear there's no rude intent behind it.] ...Has anyone you know ended up being tested?
His short answer only serves to make Garry more concerned, since Gilbert seems like exactly the sort of person who wouldn't tell if something was wrong. Or, at least, he probably wouldn't tell Garry. ]
Not yet, as far as I'm aware... [ so his guess was right. Garry closes the door behind him with a creased brow. His room looks about as it always does, save for Ib's bed looking less-used than the rest, should he glance into the bedroom - she's been sleeping with him these days - and what looks like sewing supplies set out, along with a half-dressed mannequin that looks like it's made of clay, courtesy of Al. Clearly, he's been making good on his earlier offer to sew things for people. ] I've been keeping a close eye on Ib, but -- I'm not sure there's much I can really do, you know... Ah, can I get you some tea? Miss Sharon loaned me some...
he hums in quiet acknowledgment when he gets his answer, grateful that at least some people have been spared by whatever sweeping mess is happening this month. he supposes he shouldn't be very surprised that those in his group had fallen prey to more misfortune than average yet again.
the second statement gets a quiet nod, too. he knows that sentiment well... "I don't know if there's anything that I can do" is something that's plagued him for a long time. it's only when the direct question is asked that he seems able to snap more fully out of his worry, glancing up toward Garry and then to the kitchen.]
—I can make it, if you want. [gilbert that isn't how being a guest works]
[ that offer gives Garry pause for a moment, and he can't help but utter a short laugh. ]
Oh, goodness... Don't be silly! You're my guest, aren't you? Please, sit down. [ He gives him a single quick pat on the shoulder before going to heat up some water right nearby. Of course, he's not sure why Gilbert actually came here (and he assumes there's a reason, because he doesn't often visit just to say hello), but he's pretty sure he could use a bit of relaxing. ] How about you...? Is Oz all right?
[he actually looks like he might protest that for a second because he truly is a dingus, but in the end he manages to stifle those protests. he even takes a seat! in a very nervous sort of way... the kind of sitting that implies he's ready to book it at any moment.]
Oz is fine... I've been keeping an eye on him. [A CLOSE EYE. a smothering eye...
ie probably part of the reason why Gilbert is here in the first place.]
[ he sure is edgy - Garry was certain something must have happened to Oz for him to be acting this way. Then again, maybe it was just the possibilty that something could happen to Oz. Knowing him, that could be enough to rile him up this badly. The poor man was going to worry himself into an early grave.
(which is a really ironic thing for Garry to think about someone else, but in this case, he really is the calmer one in the room.) ]
I'm glad. You two seem like you've gone through enough trouble... [ he leans back against the counter while the water warms, then seems to remember something. ] Oh -- thank you for coming to help me, by the way! You know, uh... back then.
[ he pales a little at the memory, but his gratitude is genuine. ]
[the calmer one for now garry the calmer one for now...]
No one's really gotten much of a break lately. [in their whole bigass group. he looks up in confusion at that, though, and it takes a few seconds for him to recall what Garry is talking about. that event had ended so terribly that the less concerning beginning was all but forgotten.]
Oh—! I never apologized for punching you. [or suggesting to lock him in the bathroom UH] ...I'm sorry about that.
Oh - [ that makes Garry laugh a little bit, despite of the sourness of the other memories. ] It's fine! I hardly remembered it. To be honest, I'm sure Ib would have tried that eventually even if you hadn't come... You've got quite a right hook, though, I've got to say!
[ he's teasing you, Gilbert, if you can't tell!! In a moment or two, he's poured out two slightly-chipped-but-usable mugs of hot water and put a teabag in each, holding one out cordially to the other man as he sits down across from him. ] Here. You probably want to let it sit for a bit, though...
Thanks. [a nod as he gratefully accepts the mug! it's nice just to have something hot to hold, really; it gives him something to focus on - a way to ground himself.
he's looking PRETTY EMBARRASSED THOUGH. that was an embarrassing moment, even if Garry is joking about it now...]
We really weren't sure what might work, so... we thought it would just be best to try everything that we could think of. [...] Did she ever wind up locking you in the bathroom?
[ OH GILBERT you punching him is but a fart in the wind compared to Meryl filling his respiratory organs with living cockroaches... don't be embarrassed. ]
Well, it's worked before, so it was a fine guess. And -- no, thank goodness for that! We figured out after a while that I was just saying things, not doing things, so she just had to try to ignore me... Although, come to think of it, I remember some sort of horse coming into the room and casting a spell on me at some point... [ he's not crazy really IT WAS PRINCESS LUNA... ] Anyway, was there something you wanted to talk about?
[wow it's good that there are other, greater horrors that he can rank under(???)
what the heck though, Garry, that makes no sense.]
A what? [...] What sort of spell? [what is your life. that question has him looking vaguely sheepish!] —Oh, not... Not really. Sorry, I just - I ran out of things to do, so...
[ wow... Gilbert ran out of things to do and actually came to visit him?? HE'S LEARNING!! Learning how to do normal friend things!! Garry is tickled, and the smile he shows is just a bit wider and more appreciative, in spite of the rather heavy atmosphere in the apartments these days.
(we'll just ignore the pony thing. clearly it was nervous rambling that led him to blurt that out...) ]
Oh, it was just some sort of sound-blocking spell, I think... But anyway, there's no need to apologize for that! I'm happy to see you, Gilbert. Although I'm not sure how much I've got to do, either. I've just been working on some sewing I promised I'd do...
[a magical pony that soundproofed Garry, wow... well he's heard stranger things before so he will just sort of uneasily accept that at face value. ...ish.
MOVING ON. sewing is something he could get behind! yes, give him more busy work, he will never have quite enough.]
All sorts of things. You remember how I offered to mend some things a while ago? There are still a few things I haven't been able to finish up... Diva asked for an entire dress, for one thing.
[ he laughs, sounding slightly exasperated. but in a fond way, really. ]
[now that he actually knows who Diva is thanks to Izumo, he kind of tenses a little at hearing her name. NEVER FORGIVE NEVER FORGET the saltines were one thing okay but Oz's precious hand...]
I remember. ...Did you still need any extra thread or fabrics, by the way?
[ it's funny how none of his other friends like diva!! i wonder why that is!! ]
No, so far, so good. A lot of people gave me scraps, and she might have asked for this whole thing, but she's brought me all the materials, too. [ absently, he goes to sip his tea, and immediately winces as he burns the heck out of his tongue. Too impatient... ] Ow, ow--! ... Anyways, thank you for offering, though - I appreciate it. If you've got nothing to do, I don't mind if you want to use some of my things, too.
Do you need some ice? [he'll call one of those freezy ice powers guys up!!
that actually sounds like a good distraction, though. exactly what he needs.] —Ah, but... if you wouldn't mind, sure. I can bring a few things that I was working on over.
Hah... Where are you going to find ice around here, Gilbert? I know I've said it before, but you really worry too much. [ and he knows that he needed a distraction - that's just why he brought it up. ] Please, go get them, then. I'll wait for you here!
There are... [PEOPLE WHO DO THE ICE THING but he's realizing at least how dumb that sounds. "hi good sir could you please provide me with one single cube of ice, my dingus friend has burnt his tongue."
rather than embarrass himself further he just lets the sentence die off where it is, standing soon after.] I'll be right back, then. [AND AWAY HE GOES...
he will return in a few minutes with his tiny sewing kit in tow and a little bag of Stuff.]
[ what a dork... Garry just chuckles to himself a little, somewhat charmed, and nods to Gilbert as he flees the room to get his materials (and some lost dignity, probably.) This might be the first time they've actually sat down and chatted without any particular reason or need to do so. Disappearances aside, of course.
He'll still be sitting there as promised when Gilbert comes back, although he's gone back to his work; he's wearing an exceptionally ratty (but usable!) pincushion on his wrist, undoubtedly scrounged up somewhere in Haven, and is sewing up something out of a long, pale blue piece of fabric. But he's polite enough to put that down for a second and glance back up when he re-enters. ]
Ah... you really do have a lot! Is that a sewing kit? It's so small and cute...
[small and cute I THINK YOU MEAN.... no okay that's pretty much it. he glances down at the box, shifting his weight to his opposite foot in his usual restless way.]
It's... Well, it isn't exactly a kit, but it has most of the things I need to do small repairs or small sewing jobs.
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anyway he's looking a right mess, par for the course for Gilbert during event days, you know how it goes. he doesn't even notice the teeny amount of self-consciousness happening here - doesn't notice much about Garry at all, actually, since his gaze is nervously diverted and darting from the door frame to the end of the hallway.]
Ah, I just... —This isn't a bad time, is it? [wow it sounds like he's about to drop some VERY BAD NEWS.]
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of course, his pleasant demeanor drops a bit when he notices just how frazzled Gilbert seems, and he immediately looks concerned. Of course, it probably has to do with what's been happening lately - that's Garry's first assumption. ]
N-no, it's fine, I'm just sitting here... [ also trying not to worry about what's going on. He takes a step back and holds the door open in invitation. ] Are you all right? You don't look good.
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when the door is opened he nods in gratitude before stepping inside.]
I'm fine. [somewhat curtly, though it's clear there's no rude intent behind it.] ...Has anyone you know ended up being tested?
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His short answer only serves to make Garry more concerned, since Gilbert seems like exactly the sort of person who wouldn't tell if something was wrong. Or, at least, he probably wouldn't tell Garry. ]
Not yet, as far as I'm aware... [ so his guess was right. Garry closes the door behind him with a creased brow. His room looks about as it always does, save for Ib's bed looking less-used than the rest, should he glance into the bedroom - she's been sleeping with him these days - and what looks like sewing supplies set out, along with a half-dressed mannequin that looks like it's made of clay, courtesy of Al. Clearly, he's been making good on his earlier offer to sew things for people. ] I've been keeping a close eye on Ib, but -- I'm not sure there's much I can really do, you know... Ah, can I get you some tea? Miss Sharon loaned me some...
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he hums in quiet acknowledgment when he gets his answer, grateful that at least some people have been spared by whatever sweeping mess is happening this month. he supposes he shouldn't be very surprised that those in his group had fallen prey to more misfortune than average yet again.
the second statement gets a quiet nod, too. he knows that sentiment well... "I don't know if there's anything that I can do" is something that's plagued him for a long time. it's only when the direct question is asked that he seems able to snap more fully out of his worry, glancing up toward Garry and then to the kitchen.]
—I can make it, if you want. [gilbert that isn't how being a guest works]
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Oh, goodness... Don't be silly! You're my guest, aren't you? Please, sit down. [ He gives him a single quick pat on the shoulder before going to heat up some water right nearby. Of course, he's not sure why Gilbert actually came here (and he assumes there's a reason, because he doesn't often visit just to say hello), but he's pretty sure he could use a bit of relaxing. ] How about you...? Is Oz all right?
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Oz is fine... I've been keeping an eye on him. [A CLOSE EYE. a smothering eye...
ie probably part of the reason why Gilbert is here in the first place.]
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(which is a really ironic thing for Garry to think about someone else, but in this case, he really is the calmer one in the room.) ]
I'm glad. You two seem like you've gone through enough trouble... [ he leans back against the counter while the water warms, then seems to remember something. ] Oh -- thank you for coming to help me, by the way! You know, uh... back then.
[ he pales a little at the memory, but his gratitude is genuine. ]
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No one's really gotten much of a break lately. [in their whole bigass group. he looks up in confusion at that, though, and it takes a few seconds for him to recall what Garry is talking about. that event had ended so terribly that the less concerning beginning was all but forgotten.]
Oh—! I never apologized for punching you. [or suggesting to lock him in the bathroom UH] ...I'm sorry about that.
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[ he's teasing you, Gilbert, if you can't tell!! In a moment or two, he's poured out two slightly-chipped-but-usable mugs of hot water and put a teabag in each, holding one out cordially to the other man as he sits down across from him. ] Here. You probably want to let it sit for a bit, though...
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he's looking PRETTY EMBARRASSED THOUGH. that was an embarrassing moment, even if Garry is joking about it now...]
We really weren't sure what might work, so... we thought it would just be best to try everything that we could think of. [...] Did she ever wind up locking you in the bathroom?
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Well, it's worked before, so it was a fine guess. And -- no, thank goodness for that! We figured out after a while that I was just saying things, not doing things, so she just had to try to ignore me... Although, come to think of it, I remember some sort of horse coming into the room and casting a spell on me at some point... [ he's not crazy really IT WAS PRINCESS LUNA... ] Anyway, was there something you wanted to talk about?
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what the heck though, Garry, that makes no sense.]
A what? [...] What sort of spell? [what is your life. that question has him looking vaguely sheepish!] —Oh, not... Not really. Sorry, I just - I ran out of things to do, so...
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(we'll just ignore the pony thing. clearly it was nervous rambling that led him to blurt that out...) ]
Oh, it was just some sort of sound-blocking spell, I think... But anyway, there's no need to apologize for that! I'm happy to see you, Gilbert. Although I'm not sure how much I've got to do, either. I've just been working on some sewing I promised I'd do...
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MOVING ON. sewing is something he could get behind! yes, give him more busy work, he will never have quite enough.]
Oh... What are you sewing?
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[ he laughs, sounding slightly exasperated. but in a fond way, really. ]
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I remember. ...Did you still need any extra thread or fabrics, by the way?
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No, so far, so good. A lot of people gave me scraps, and she might have asked for this whole thing, but she's brought me all the materials, too. [ absently, he goes to sip his tea, and immediately winces as he burns the heck out of his tongue. Too impatient... ] Ow, ow--! ... Anyways, thank you for offering, though - I appreciate it. If you've got nothing to do, I don't mind if you want to use some of my things, too.
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god though garry cool your jets!!] Oh! Are you okay? [looking concerned... does he need to get your sorry ass some ice cubes to stick in the tea.....]
—Er, I... have my own things, really, but thank you.
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[ still, he just waves a hand dismissively. ] But I meant my sewing equipment! I recall you saying you wouldn't mind joining me in it sometime.
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Do you need some ice? [he'll call one of those freezy ice powers guys up!!
that actually sounds like a good distraction, though. exactly what he needs.] —Ah, but... if you wouldn't mind, sure. I can bring a few things that I was working on over.
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Hah... Where are you going to find ice around here, Gilbert? I know I've said it before, but you really worry too much. [ and he knows that he needed a distraction - that's just why he brought it up. ] Please, go get them, then. I'll wait for you here!
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rather than embarrass himself further he just lets the sentence die off where it is, standing soon after.] I'll be right back, then. [AND AWAY HE GOES...
he will return in a few minutes with his tiny sewing kit in tow and a little bag of Stuff.]
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He'll still be sitting there as promised when Gilbert comes back, although he's gone back to his work; he's wearing an exceptionally ratty (but usable!) pincushion on his wrist, undoubtedly scrounged up somewhere in Haven, and is sewing up something out of a long, pale blue piece of fabric. But he's polite enough to put that down for a second and glance back up when he re-enters. ]
Ah... you really do have a lot! Is that a sewing kit? It's so small and cute...
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It's... Well, it isn't exactly a kit, but it has most of the things I need to do small repairs or small sewing jobs.
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