[ What an awful endcap to a truly terrible month. Mako sucks in a sharp breath through his nose, shoving down the rush of absolutely misplaced guilt. ]
When did you wake up? Today? Do you need anything? I have soup that I'm making for Wu.
I didn't, but when we were dealing with Wu's ghost (you might want to look into that for yourself) he did something to my friend Raleigh Becket. Raleigh saw the whole thing, start to finish.
It's better than what we have at home, but I've heard that from a few people.
I have something from the pharmacy that's been helping Wu, and I have a few pills from October that helped me sleep. When I had the death flu I could barely sleep all month.
[HAS EVERYONE HE MET HERE DIED IN SOME HORRIBLE FASHION. WHY. THIS IS THE WORST. feeling like shit is bad enough but now knowing other people have done so or are currently in similar states is worse!!!!!!!!
[ PRETTY..... much. Mako's not too thrilled that so many people are dead or have died, recently. It's like another weight on the slowly-collapsing pillars of the town. ]
He has been making a lot of food in general, a lot of things that can be frozen, so he pulls a tub of miso soup from the freezer, grabs a few tea leaves, the Nyquil, and some of Korra's sleeping pills and piles it all into a bag.
They're lucky that the roads are still intact. Mako can navigate them on his bike still, and Manabu isn't actually that far away.
Dying and waking up in a river sounds... awful. Mako remembers the fog of confusion and pain crowded around his head all month, the heat of the death flu, the memories flickering in and out of his head.
Hopefully the sleeping pills help.
He pulls up outside the house with a roar of the bike's engine, which cuts out a second later, and heads up to knock at the door, frowning sightlessly at the wood. Hopefully Manabu can keep the soup down. Hopefully he's not too disheartened from dying. Mako died pretty shortly after getting here, and it was a rude awakening. ]
[it takes a bit for any substantial response — a second round of knocking at the very least before there’s distant sounds, slow and heavy footfalls down some stairs within. some unintelligible mumbling and rattling near the door before—-]
Uoh... You stopped by? [Manabu blinks blearily and looks Mako up and down with gradual surprise, looking at least half the groggy mess one could expect to be. after a beat, he moves out of view, the door moving with him to allow Mako entry. mind the blanket half-hanging off the hat rack.
peeking out from behind the door:] Did something come up? Something new?
[ Trying to tamp down on his growing concern, Mako waits, and is very glad when he finally does hear footsteps and the muttering. At least Manabu's alive.
Or something like it. He keeps his expression neutral as the door opens, hoping his concern doesn't show. It's not really working. ]
Medicine.
[ Mako holds up his little bundle like Manabu needs proof, somehow, before he takes a single step into the house and, very carefully, past the blanket. ]
And food. Frozen soup. I'll heat it up for you, if you want some now—believe me, eating something will feel awful but it'll help.
[right -- he'd mentioned stopping by at the end of that string of messages, right? Manabu dozed off at the tail-end there, so more's the quiet surprise of being visited at all.
once Mako's made further movement inside, Manabu closes the door, revealing that he is not an entire mess, but a fairly realized one: messy hair, undershirt, and jeans that are baggy to the point of making him look shorter than he already is (the guy really needs to get another set of fitting clothes)...clearly he's not in a hurry to make any pretenses that he's ready to run laps or fix the world's problems.
he's only vaguely aware of his state of near-entire-mess now that there's company, and rubs at the back of his head, frowning.]
Oh, I...I know how to cook, you don't have to go that far. Aren't you looking after Wu, too...?
That kind of makes you an outlier here. People are either great at cooking or shouldn't be allowed near a kitchen.
[ He holds out the bag for Manabu anyway, ignoring that quiet protest. ]
Still. It'll help, trust me. There's only so long I can be in a house with Wu and a reindeer and a raccoon. And... someone did this for me, after I died.
I needed it. Even if I didn't want to admit it, so.
[as Mako makes his case, Manabu slowly reaches and accepts the bag, peering down at its contents absently before looking back up, just missing that "reindeer and a raccoon" part (and thank goodness for that; it'd just confuse him on the spot like this).
rather, the more important thing to focus on is what follows, and when it properly registers in his head a couple seconds late, Manabu's expression grows grim.
everyone just...dies here? all the time? and it's just...people just...deal with it? he's been very insistent on not adjusting or getting used to anything weird here, but...how does he keep up with this without going crazy? estranged from everything he knew, all the people he trusts with his life, left to try and understand it all with folks just as lost if not more...
his head starts to hurt again, but he doesn't speak to it, instead just nodding, accepting Mako's offer.]
...Y-you might be right. So--yeah. You can stay if you like. I'd just--I mean... [his eyes wince.] I don't like being bad company, is all. There's a whole lot of that already.
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What’s the last thing you do remember? Before you woke up there? Are you hurt?
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Yes. There is. It lasts for a month, the worst part lasts for a week. I don’t recommend it.
Why?
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He does not like the answer. ]
Manabu. Did you die?
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i dont remember it
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When did you wake up? Today? Do you need anything? I have soup that I'm making for Wu.
The same thing happened to him.
The death. Not the river.
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Some kind of demon. We think.
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did you see it? any toher accounts?/
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Do you have any idea what happened, or is it all fuzzy? Do you need anything?
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MMedicine isnt realy good here?
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I have something from the pharmacy that's been helping Wu, and I have a few pills from October that helped me sleep. When I had the death flu I could barely sleep all month.
I can bring them over.
[ Along with, almost certainly, some food. ]
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uh anyway:] sure
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Address? I'll come over ASAP.
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[ And true to form, Mako is.
He has been making a lot of food in general, a lot of things that can be frozen, so he pulls a tub of miso soup from the freezer, grabs a few tea leaves, the Nyquil, and some of Korra's sleeping pills and piles it all into a bag.
They're lucky that the roads are still intact. Mako can navigate them on his bike still, and Manabu isn't actually that far away.
Dying and waking up in a river sounds... awful. Mako remembers the fog of confusion and pain crowded around his head all month, the heat of the death flu, the memories flickering in and out of his head.
Hopefully the sleeping pills help.
He pulls up outside the house with a roar of the bike's engine, which cuts out a second later, and heads up to knock at the door, frowning sightlessly at the wood. Hopefully Manabu can keep the soup down. Hopefully he's not too disheartened from dying. Mako died pretty shortly after getting here, and it was a rude awakening. ]
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Uoh... You stopped by? [Manabu blinks blearily and looks Mako up and down with gradual surprise, looking at least half the groggy mess one could expect to be. after a beat, he moves out of view, the door moving with him to allow Mako entry. mind the blanket half-hanging off the hat rack.
peeking out from behind the door:] Did something come up? Something new?
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Or something like it. He keeps his expression neutral as the door opens, hoping his concern doesn't show. It's not really working. ]
Medicine.
[ Mako holds up his little bundle like Manabu needs proof, somehow, before he takes a single step into the house and, very carefully, past the blanket. ]
And food. Frozen soup. I'll heat it up for you, if you want some now—believe me, eating something will feel awful but it'll help.
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[right -- he'd mentioned stopping by at the end of that string of messages, right? Manabu dozed off at the tail-end there, so more's the quiet surprise of being visited at all.
once Mako's made further movement inside, Manabu closes the door, revealing that he is not an entire mess, but a fairly realized one: messy hair, undershirt, and jeans that are baggy to the point of making him look shorter than he already is (the guy really needs to get another set of fitting clothes)...clearly he's not in a hurry to make any pretenses that he's ready to run laps or fix the world's problems.
he's only vaguely aware of his state of near-entire-mess now that there's company, and rubs at the back of his head, frowning.]
Oh, I...I know how to cook, you don't have to go that far. Aren't you looking after Wu, too...?
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[ He holds out the bag for Manabu anyway, ignoring that quiet protest. ]
Still. It'll help, trust me. There's only so long I can be in a house with Wu and a reindeer and a raccoon. And... someone did this for me, after I died.
I needed it. Even if I didn't want to admit it, so.
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rather, the more important thing to focus on is what follows, and when it properly registers in his head a couple seconds late, Manabu's expression grows grim.
everyone just...dies here? all the time? and it's just...people just...deal with it? he's been very insistent on not adjusting or getting used to anything weird here, but...how does he keep up with this without going crazy? estranged from everything he knew, all the people he trusts with his life, left to try and understand it all with folks just as lost if not more...
his head starts to hurt again, but he doesn't speak to it, instead just nodding, accepting Mako's offer.]
...Y-you might be right. So--yeah. You can stay if you like. I'd just--I mean... [his eyes wince.] I don't like being bad company, is all. There's a whole lot of that already.
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