So long as Keigo isn't absent when the doctors are in his room and inspecting him, Touya's mostly cold and callous to the medics. He seems to tolerate them more than anything else, eyes lidded and expression wavering between tired and annoyed. Despite his flames being weak right now thanks to the damage ravaged across his body, his attitude suggests that if pushed too hard, he'd ignite with little care to the outcome. One final burst to try and finish what he started.
But none of those things happen. Apparently the destruction and death's Touya had wrought on his rampage had cast enough of a ghost around the staff to avoid it. Probably to no one's surprise, he's more awake and alert whenever it's just him and Keigo visiting in the hospital room. Still, his exhaustion and recovery take a toll and Touya ends up sleeping most of the time as the days tick on. The scars and regenerative tissues go hand-in-hand on his body, that T-shaped rictus grin permanently etched into his face. At least everything's the same color, though Touya heard one of the nurses say "for now" in regards to his body's ability to stay in its current state. What would happen if he tried to use his flames like this?
... just how useless is he going to be now ..
As Keigo leads him away from the medical wing, Touya's eyes wander about the halls and passing rooms. He holds his friend's hand, not minding the way their shoulders bump against each other's as they go. Feels like it's been forever since he saw this place; it's been three years after all. Oh, Keigo's saying something.
"We're going to change it?" Touya sounds confused about why they'd bother doing that. Most of the rooms are the same, little in the way of personality unless it's somehow required. But he pauses upon seeing their room again. Particularly the bed with two pillows on it. The scene brings back memories and feelings, causing a quiet well of the sensations in Touya's chest. Soft, but weak. Enough that his expression relaxes, but a smile fails to appear.
"But my pillow's on your bed." Touya takes a seat on the bed's edge, resting his hands on the rim for a few seconds before smoothing his fingers and palms across the surface. The sensation's faint, numb, in that he can feel it's soft, but not anything like he could still remember. So he stops doing that and simply rests his hands on his lap instead. Magazines? Touya lifts his head and glances at Keigo again when he mentions new places to live. Right, they had... talked about that before. What to do when they left this place.
"Mh." That's the only response he can (or wants) to give, since Keigo's already scooting over to him with the magazine. Turquoise eyes linger on the pages as they flip across the book, dropping as the document flops on his lap. A mall? He hasn't been to one of those... ever. But he focuses on the placement of Keigo's finger instead, noting the door and the hallway, followed by the skim to the exit door. For a few seconds, he seems to simply take it as Keigo means it. But after the bit, his eyes lid and a different kind of focus wanders through his mind. "Later at night. Goin out with all those people's annoyin."
"We can change it, if you want. But we can worry about that later, when you're feeling better." Though he doesn't plan on sticking around long enough to need to now that Touya is awake and can mostly move around on his own. All he needs is for Touya to be strong enough to get out of here and to the place he's found for them to bed down for a couple days. If he needs to rest after that, he can. But he has to play the part here. To seem like the doting best friend excited to have his roommate and friend back. Not someone preparing to bring down a storm of sharpened quills if it means getting the pair of them out of here. And, more importantly, he's not sure if Touya's ever really going to 'feel better' after everything he's been through. Even now, he feels like such a hollow shell of his best friend that Keigo feels his own anger burning through whatever is left of his compassion for anyone in this place.
The people here did this to Touya. Enji Todoroki did this to Touya. And despite the bright smiles and carefree demeanor, Keigo will never forgive any of them for taking a part of Touya away from him.
He feels those familiar creeping thoughts, but instead of focusing on them, he tips his head gently against Touya's shoulder once it seems the other is understanding what he's saying. He wishes they could talk more freely, but he's sure they're being watched. They can't have their prized bird harmed, after all.
"Later sounds good." There's a soft hum of approval, and he's quiet for a moment as lets himself enjoy the moment. There's lots he wants to ask as they sit there, but he's not sure where to start. Instead of speaking right away, he starts with neatly sliding the magazine away before letting one of his hands slide under Touya's, letting the other teen decide if he wants to hold it properly or not. "Hey, Touya," he wonders after a moment, voice soft where his head is perched on the other's shoulder. "Do you remember what happened?"
It's a dangerous question to ask, and Keigo knows it. But he needs to know what's going through Touya's head, how much of that rage is still simmering under the surface, and just what might be the spark to ignite another inferno.
"Yeah." Touya doesn't sound like he's up for doing any kind of planning. It took a while for his brain to even grasp that Keigo was talking some kind of code for getting out of the facility. Getting out... huh. The idea seems like a vague shape in the clouds, potentially there, but is it worth going for? He thinks it might be only so since he's weak right now. Leaving this place behind would be amazing. While Touya's strong enough to move around and recuperate after the surgeries and efforts placed on getting his body back to as recovered as possible, there's little strength in his limbs to actually make for breaking out of the would-be-fortress. But hearing Keigo talking about such a thing and knowing his friend has the intention to leave makes the idea not an impossibility. Touya wants to... but he wants to be able to and not fail trying to make it happen. A few more days, a little bit of patience, wouldn't hurt him any more than it already has. He can bide his time and ensure they make out it. That's worth the wait. Enough to recharge. Heat up. Ready.
A soft bump against his shoulder pulls Touya from his thoughts and he glances down towards the feathered sandy blonde head he's grown up with. So many times he's felt this sensation and seen this sight. A little boy holding onto his hand, a smile on his face after Touya encouraged him that they'd get stronger. Now it seems the roles are reversed, with Keigo being the one to encourage him to stay strong and smile for him. Mah, smiling doesn't seem like a possibility right now, but at least he's calm and willing to rest without medication or antagonism towards the medics tending to him.
Touya's hand is moved rather than moving his hand himself. Lifted up, fingers curled a bit at the tips as Keigo slides his hand underneath his own. Once it's in his grip, however, the burned teen slowly closes his digits around the winged teen's. Whether it's 'proper' or not is up to Keigo to decide; Touya doesn't care. He cares more about the question leveled at him. For a while, he's left to think on his own. How much does he remember? There's a lot, actually.
"Depends on where ya want me to start." Does he remember the time away from Keigo? Does he remember the training he went through after Endeavor abandoned him? Does he remember getting the news Keigo would never be in his life again? Does he remember rampaging through the halls as his flames raged around him without control, incinerating people and scorching walls black, heedless of the damage he caused? Does he remember waking up and finding out how much of himself he'd destroyed? The answer is... yes. He remembers all of that. If asked to grab details right now, he probably could, though he's likely too tired to want to give Keigo a big report. "But I remember most of it."
Might be better to ask him what he doesn't remember... which is a stupid request.
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Date: 9/18/23 21:49 (UTC)But none of those things happen. Apparently the destruction and death's Touya had wrought on his rampage had cast enough of a ghost around the staff to avoid it. Probably to no one's surprise, he's more awake and alert whenever it's just him and Keigo visiting in the hospital room. Still, his exhaustion and recovery take a toll and Touya ends up sleeping most of the time as the days tick on. The scars and regenerative tissues go hand-in-hand on his body, that T-shaped rictus grin permanently etched into his face. At least everything's the same color, though Touya heard one of the nurses say "for now" in regards to his body's ability to stay in its current state. What would happen if he tried to use his flames like this?
... just how useless is he going to be now ..
As Keigo leads him away from the medical wing, Touya's eyes wander about the halls and passing rooms. He holds his friend's hand, not minding the way their shoulders bump against each other's as they go. Feels like it's been forever since he saw this place; it's been three years after all. Oh, Keigo's saying something.
"We're going to change it?" Touya sounds confused about why they'd bother doing that. Most of the rooms are the same, little in the way of personality unless it's somehow required. But he pauses upon seeing their room again. Particularly the bed with two pillows on it. The scene brings back memories and feelings, causing a quiet well of the sensations in Touya's chest. Soft, but weak. Enough that his expression relaxes, but a smile fails to appear.
"But my pillow's on your bed." Touya takes a seat on the bed's edge, resting his hands on the rim for a few seconds before smoothing his fingers and palms across the surface. The sensation's faint, numb, in that he can feel it's soft, but not anything like he could still remember. So he stops doing that and simply rests his hands on his lap instead. Magazines? Touya lifts his head and glances at Keigo again when he mentions new places to live. Right, they had... talked about that before. What to do when they left this place.
"Mh." That's the only response he can (or wants) to give, since Keigo's already scooting over to him with the magazine. Turquoise eyes linger on the pages as they flip across the book, dropping as the document flops on his lap. A mall? He hasn't been to one of those... ever. But he focuses on the placement of Keigo's finger instead, noting the door and the hallway, followed by the skim to the exit door. For a few seconds, he seems to simply take it as Keigo means it. But after the bit, his eyes lid and a different kind of focus wanders through his mind. "Later at night. Goin out with all those people's annoyin."
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Date: 10/11/23 21:50 (UTC)The people here did this to Touya. Enji Todoroki did this to Touya. And despite the bright smiles and carefree demeanor, Keigo will never forgive any of them for taking a part of Touya away from him.
He feels those familiar creeping thoughts, but instead of focusing on them, he tips his head gently against Touya's shoulder once it seems the other is understanding what he's saying. He wishes they could talk more freely, but he's sure they're being watched. They can't have their prized bird harmed, after all.
"Later sounds good." There's a soft hum of approval, and he's quiet for a moment as lets himself enjoy the moment. There's lots he wants to ask as they sit there, but he's not sure where to start. Instead of speaking right away, he starts with neatly sliding the magazine away before letting one of his hands slide under Touya's, letting the other teen decide if he wants to hold it properly or not. "Hey, Touya," he wonders after a moment, voice soft where his head is perched on the other's shoulder. "Do you remember what happened?"
It's a dangerous question to ask, and Keigo knows it. But he needs to know what's going through Touya's head, how much of that rage is still simmering under the surface, and just what might be the spark to ignite another inferno.
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Date: 10/16/23 00:07 (UTC)A soft bump against his shoulder pulls Touya from his thoughts and he glances down towards the feathered sandy blonde head he's grown up with. So many times he's felt this sensation and seen this sight. A little boy holding onto his hand, a smile on his face after Touya encouraged him that they'd get stronger. Now it seems the roles are reversed, with Keigo being the one to encourage him to stay strong and smile for him. Mah, smiling doesn't seem like a possibility right now, but at least he's calm and willing to rest without medication or antagonism towards the medics tending to him.
Touya's hand is moved rather than moving his hand himself. Lifted up, fingers curled a bit at the tips as Keigo slides his hand underneath his own. Once it's in his grip, however, the burned teen slowly closes his digits around the winged teen's. Whether it's 'proper' or not is up to Keigo to decide; Touya doesn't care. He cares more about the question leveled at him. For a while, he's left to think on his own. How much does he remember? There's a lot, actually.
"Depends on where ya want me to start." Does he remember the time away from Keigo? Does he remember the training he went through after Endeavor abandoned him? Does he remember getting the news Keigo would never be in his life again? Does he remember rampaging through the halls as his flames raged around him without control, incinerating people and scorching walls black, heedless of the damage he caused? Does he remember waking up and finding out how much of himself he'd destroyed? The answer is... yes. He remembers all of that. If asked to grab details right now, he probably could, though he's likely too tired to want to give Keigo a big report. "But I remember most of it."
Might be better to ask him what he doesn't remember... which is a stupid request.