[It's a horrible sick feeling in her stomach, a worry and panic and anger that all curl together in a tight painful ball. It drives her to search all over camp for Tsuna (why, why had she been assigned the morning guard on today of all days, why had he woken and left so early), only thinking to use the blackglass much later in the day.]
[ with such a sporadic and rushed day its been— they probably missed each other by moments. at least . . . he was easy to find, now. sitting up in his be, tucked away behind curtains: ]
[It's barely even three minutes after that text is sent that Lan Fan arrives back at the rover, slipping through the door before it even has time to open and running over to Tsuna's bunk with an expression of panic and worry. What, you think she's going to stop worrying before she's had a chance to see him whole and still breathing herself?]
it takes little movement and notice for tsuna to hear the approaching sounds, where from laying down he begins to carefully sit up, beginning to connect the two and almost waiting for lan fan to appear at the doorway ( you can call it a gut feeling, but in tsuna's case, gut feelings were frighteningly accurate ). soon enough— it's what he sees, breathing a quick sigh of relief, and . . . at her worry, he manages a soft smile. was that for him—? ]
Lan Fan—!
[ augh, that panic, the worry— he knows how it is. it's how he is with people, so, he offers a reassuring arm out. ]
[It takes a while to get back to camp when you've gone and run off to beat up trees in lieu of instructors.]
[She takes his hand without thinking, sitting down at the edge of the bed and trying to get words out past the lump in her throat. He's whole, and she doesn't see any scars or stitches, but with the CDC that means nothing and she damn well knows it. She looks down at their hands and...pauses, confused for a moment before squeezing it gently and looking back up.]
his cheeks flush, quick and bright when her hand grips his, lips slightly parted with surprise, with each moment coming a softer touch to the color. he shows no signs of pulling away, or flinching— his eyes are half-wide, blinking as he holds himself from looking down at the touch, though the concerned gaze settles easily on lan fan.
it's . . . warm.
he settles with the warmth that expands from the middle of his stomach, doing nothing to retreat, keeping his hand still and in her hold. with a few more lingering moments of hesitation, the teen swallows, and returns to squeeze with his own of reassurance. ( ah, are his palms a bit sweaty all of a sudden—? h-hah. ) ]
They turned our cuffs off for a few seconds.
[ he tries his best to grip back the direness of the situation, worried that he'd create alarm that— was no longer needed. alarm they'd do better without. nevertheless, the residue of the memory of what that pain felt like might show in his features. ]
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day 119
FROM: lanfan@cc.org
Where are you?
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lan fan!
[ with such a sporadic and rushed day its been— they probably missed each other by moments. at least . . . he was easy to find, now. sitting up in his be, tucked away behind curtains: ]
FROM: sawada.tsunayoshi@cdc.org
i'm back at the rover
it's ok
[ it'd be nice to see her— he hopes he does. ]
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Tsuna!
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it takes little movement and notice for tsuna to hear the approaching sounds, where from laying down he begins to carefully sit up, beginning to connect the two and almost waiting for lan fan to appear at the doorway ( you can call it a gut feeling, but in tsuna's case, gut feelings were frighteningly accurate ). soon enough— it's what he sees, breathing a quick sigh of relief, and . . . at her worry, he manages a soft smile. was that for him—? ]
Lan Fan—!
[ augh, that panic, the worry— he knows how it is. it's how he is with people, so, he offers a reassuring arm out. ]
I-It's okay! I'm okay now.
[ well. mostly. ]
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[She takes his hand without thinking, sitting down at the edge of the bed and trying to get words out past the lump in her throat. He's whole, and she doesn't see any scars or stitches, but with the CDC that means nothing and she damn well knows it. She looks down at their hands and...pauses, confused for a moment before squeezing it gently and looking back up.]
What...what did they do?
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his cheeks flush, quick and bright when her hand grips his, lips slightly parted with surprise, with each moment coming a softer touch to the color. he shows no signs of pulling away, or flinching— his eyes are half-wide, blinking as he holds himself from looking down at the touch, though the concerned gaze settles easily on lan fan.
it's . . . warm.
he settles with the warmth that expands from the middle of his stomach, doing nothing to retreat, keeping his hand still and in her hold. with a few more lingering moments of hesitation, the teen swallows, and returns to squeeze with his own of reassurance. ( ah, are his palms a bit sweaty all of a sudden—? h-hah. ) ]
They turned our cuffs off for a few seconds.
[ he tries his best to grip back the direness of the situation, worried that he'd create alarm that— was no longer needed. alarm they'd do better without. nevertheless, the residue of the memory of what that pain felt like might show in his features. ]