[ Part of him knows the guy has...probably had a lot of visitors. Not that he's surprised; with everything going on, the tensions are about as high as the panic and unease. He's not going to pretend he came away from it unscathed, either, what with the discomfort churning in his stomach that has yet to leave.
But that's another thing to put in the box he's emptied out recently, setting it on the shelf. This is both to distract himself as much as it is for everyone else.
So he's here right now, and he's going to knock on the door rather than barge in, because he's not an animal. Firmly, but not too loud. ]
[ He calls back to the knocking Shinji. He's right. There's been plenty of visitors, and he should consider turning people away, but it's Shinji, and he must be wondering what's become of the man he helped haul to the alchemy lab. ]
With that, the door opens, and a slightly damp Shinji steps in...he did have a brisk walk from the cafeteria to here, anyway. He's got a heavy looking bag in his hands, one which he deposits on the table when he walks in, and it's here to stops to actually regard Childermass.
He looks...not as half-dead as he did, at least. ]
Surprised you're not in bed sleeping.
[ He's not going to ask 'how are you feeling', because that's a stupid question with an obvious answer. ]
[ Childermass has gotten some rest, but only some. He could look better, but he also could look worse. He'll watch Shinji walk in from where he's spread out on the couch, and then carefully pushes himself up to sit. ]
I would rather deal with visitors here instead of having them sit at my bedside as if I were some dying grandmother.
[ He's watching carefully; he'll offer a hand if he seems like he needs it, but he knows being excessive won't help anyone. Instead, he'll reach in the bag he brought and pull out what he's brought while giving a snort. ]
So you wanna act like some dying grandma out here, instead? [ It's a small thermos! Yay. ] At least it'd be comfier in bed, but you do you.
[ He taps the thermos in front of Childermass, as well as (mercifully) just a spoon. No chopsticks for the englishman. ]
You don't gotta eat now, but you should soon or later.
[ Childermass will give a faint huff of amusement at that, choosing to act like some dying grandma out here instead, and he gives the thermos a curious look. He's about to thank Shinji when there's a pause, a moment where he freezes and grimaces, squeezing his eyes shut and bringing a hand to his head as if suddenly ill, but?
Then he straightens up again and smiles at Shinji. Oh, he'll still thank him, but the way he phrases it is... off? It seems off. ]
Not exactly a meal fit for a queen, but I thank you nonetheless. It's sweet of you to try.
[ He’s not really expecting praise or much thanks, but he’ll be satisfied if they at least the damn stuff. It is just as much for his peace of mind as it is their health.
Shinjiro pauses from where he’s standing, eyes narrowing at the grimace. He had said he’d been fine otherwise, but it figures these guys wouldn’t be entirely truthful.
…That being said, this feels…wrong, somehow. Just a bit, like something that triggers a vague sense of alarm. There’s a pause of silence as he digests that, feeling tension knot in his shoulder. Where is this coming from? ]
…Since when are you a queen? You ain’t that pretty, so don’t flatter yourself. [ Maybe this is a joke. Wouldn’t that be nice. ] If you’re still not feeling well, then say it. Don’t beat around the bush.
[ That only makes him laugh, and what a cheery little laugh it is, but it won't last. He'll stop suddenly, and his jaw will tighten. He looks down again, and what crosses his face is a barely restrained look of frustration. This just keeps... ]
...you are right. I am not well. [ Childermass sounds himself again, at least. He'll look up again, tiredly eyeing Shinji. ] Forgive me. I came back with someone else in my head. I cannot always keep her under control.
[ Shinjiro is...not too sure what he's watching, but once Childermass decides to open his mouth, the look on his face flips to utterly incredulous.
And he just...lifts a hand to face to drag it down. You know, if he weren't here surrounded by monster tranformations and ghosts, he'd be more disbelieving. But now? There's a series of strangled, garbled noises eliciting from his throat rn. ]
You came back possessed and decided to not say anything?! [ Jesus H Christ. ] Does literally anyone else know you're hoarding some creepy lady in your head?
She is obnoxious, but not actually a threat, so, yes, she is.
[ Saved from the wrath of a sad teenager, fantastic. He'll... laugh, however quietly, and reach for the thermos and its spoon. Once Childermass opens it, can he tell what it is? Anything familiar? ]
...So, what. We gotta get you an exorcist or something?
[ How else do you get rid of possessions...
It IS a japanese dish, if he's seen any of their sparse Japanese few munching here and there. The smell of pork will be familiar, but the miso probably won't. However, everything's been sliced a bit thicker, and the vegetables are definitely moreso ones he's used to. Somebody's been making alterations for all the foreigners.... ]
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Date: 2025-12-05 04:56 am (UTC)But that's another thing to put in the box he's emptied out recently, setting it on the shelf. This is both to distract himself as much as it is for everyone else.
So he's here right now, and he's going to knock on the door rather than barge in, because he's not an animal. Firmly, but not too loud. ]
...You awake?
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Date: 2025-12-05 05:52 am (UTC)[ He calls back to the knocking Shinji. He's right. There's been plenty of visitors, and he should consider turning people away, but it's Shinji, and he must be wondering what's become of the man he helped haul to the alchemy lab. ]
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Date: 2025-12-05 06:05 am (UTC)With that, the door opens, and a slightly damp Shinji steps in...he did have a brisk walk from the cafeteria to here, anyway. He's got a heavy looking bag in his hands, one which he deposits on the table when he walks in, and it's here to stops to actually regard Childermass.
He looks...not as half-dead as he did, at least. ]
Surprised you're not in bed sleeping.
[ He's not going to ask 'how are you feeling', because that's a stupid question with an obvious answer. ]
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Date: 2025-12-05 07:18 am (UTC)I would rather deal with visitors here instead of having them sit at my bedside as if I were some dying grandmother.
[ Still kinda feels that way, actually. ]
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Date: 2025-12-05 07:49 am (UTC)So you wanna act like some dying grandma out here, instead? [ It's a small thermos! Yay. ] At least it'd be comfier in bed, but you do you.
[ He taps the thermos in front of Childermass, as well as (mercifully) just a spoon. No chopsticks for the englishman. ]
You don't gotta eat now, but you should soon or later.
i'm so sorry
Date: 2025-12-05 05:31 pm (UTC)Then he straightens up again and smiles at Shinji. Oh, he'll still thank him, but the way he phrases it is... off? It seems off. ]
Not exactly a meal fit for a queen, but I thank you nonetheless. It's sweet of you to try.
WHEN I FUCKING GET YOU
Date: 2025-12-05 07:42 pm (UTC)Shinjiro pauses from where he’s standing, eyes narrowing at the grimace. He had said he’d been fine otherwise, but it figures these guys wouldn’t be entirely truthful.
…That being said, this feels…wrong, somehow. Just a bit, like something that triggers a vague sense of alarm. There’s a pause of silence as he digests that, feeling tension knot in his shoulder. Where is this coming from? ]
…Since when are you a queen? You ain’t that pretty, so don’t flatter yourself. [ Maybe this is a joke. Wouldn’t that be nice. ] If you’re still not feeling well, then say it. Don’t beat around the bush.
YOU DON'T GET TO SAY ANYTHING SHINJI JUST DIED???
Date: 2025-12-05 09:20 pm (UTC)...you are right. I am not well. [ Childermass sounds himself again, at least. He'll look up again, tiredly eyeing Shinji. ] Forgive me. I came back with someone else in my head. I cannot always keep her under control.
I GET TO SAY WHATEVER I WANT
Date: 2025-12-08 07:32 am (UTC)And he just...lifts a hand to face to drag it down. You know, if he weren't here surrounded by monster tranformations and ghosts, he'd be more disbelieving. But now? There's a series of strangled, garbled noises eliciting from his throat rn. ]
You came back possessed and decided to not say anything?! [ Jesus H Christ. ] Does literally anyone else know you're hoarding some creepy lady in your head?
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Date: 2025-12-09 06:04 pm (UTC)[ Motherfucker is possessed, and he's like "that's not the biggest deal here". ]
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Date: 2025-12-09 07:47 pm (UTC)[ Childermass, if you can feel the waves radiating off of Shinjiro right now....
...Thankfully, he decides to just groan and drop himself in a free seat. He doesn't even have it in himself to do much with that fury right now. ]
Shut up and eat before I decide to say more about it that you ain't gonna wanna hear.
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Date: 2025-12-10 10:49 pm (UTC)[ Saved from the wrath of a sad teenager, fantastic. He'll... laugh, however quietly, and reach for the thermos and its spoon. Once Childermass opens it, can he tell what it is? Anything familiar? ]
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Date: 2025-12-11 03:41 am (UTC)[ How else do you get rid of possessions...
It IS a japanese dish, if he's seen any of their sparse Japanese few munching here and there. The smell of pork will be familiar, but the miso probably won't. However, everything's been sliced a bit thicker, and the vegetables are definitely moreso ones he's used to. Somebody's been making alterations for all the foreigners.... ]
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Date: 2025-12-15 10:52 pm (UTC)[ Anyway, he'll dig into the soup, giving it a try, and once he has? He'll raise his eyebrows. Huh. ]
You made this?
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Date: 2025-12-16 06:31 am (UTC)[ Sorry, Hansa.
Shinjiro isn't exactly watching INTENTLY...but he is watching enough that he shoots Childermass a suspicious look at the question. ]
I did. [ His soup... ] What, don't like it?
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Date: 2025-12-16 05:49 pm (UTC)Do you always expect the worst? No. I think it is very good, actually. I would not have asked if I thought otherwise.
[ If it had been bad, but still edible, he would have just sucked it up and eaten without a word! ]