Title: Do not eat
Fandom: [Dot]Hack//G.U
Rating: SFW
Warnings: None.
Summary: Sometimes Haseo really hates the voices in his head.
Notes: Inspired by a mix of yesterday's ficlet and a further conversation with![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
scythesxroses about it.
Ever since he reached Xth form, Haseo has had to deal with a voice in his head that is and yet isn't his own. Skeith's thought processes (if it could be called that) were close enough to his own that he could kind of see where he was coming from, but often they took a left where Haseo took a right and both were staring at each other from across a lake wondering how the other got there. For instance:
"We should eat that," Skeith says as Haseo considers a mushroom in the dungeon, wondering if it would be worth the effort to break it or if he's going to get another trash item that he has ninety of stuck in storage (because not even Gaspard can sell them).
"What?" Haseo demands of the air before he can stop himself, physically recoiling away from the mushroom. Kuhn doesn't even look up from where he's messaging some girl, this wasn't the first time Haseo had argued with himself. Pi is idle, expression blank and staring at a wall.
If she hadn't suddenly gone afk (she was screaming something about a cat and not eating the curtains), then Haseo would not have been contemplating mushrooms and Skeith would have been laughing maniacally in the corner of his mind. Because that is what Skeith does best, being creepily hyperactive like a ten year old's first rp character.
In both the real world and the game world, Haseo rubs the bridge of his nose. "We do not eat strange mushrooms," he says, that being the only bit of survivalist knowledge he had obtained in his entire life. Skeith giggles. "First off, how would -you- even eat it? Never mind I don't want to know." There are some things he doesn't want to contemplate too hard, because if he thought about it, Skeith had eaten all of his G.U friends at one point or another.
"No," he says again when Skeith's mental expression shifts from amused with himself to contemplating the deaths of others. "No," he repeats, visualizing Skeith being locked in a box with something bright and entirely too cheerful for its own good (Atoli?). "No," he says as Skeith visualizes back himself gleefully reducing said cheerful thing to bloody bits of data (can data even bleed? That's a question for another time).
"We do not eat anything if we do not know where it's been," Haseo says firmly, crossing his arms and glaring into empty air. Skeith laughs.
"We ate Magus though," he retorts, sulking and Haseo about breaks something trying to keep back the laughter. He ends up making a long snorting-choking sound that does finally capture Kuhn's attention before finally succumbing into a fit of giggles that would put any of the teenage girls he knew to shame. Kuhn raises an eyebrow and thankfully does not comment, flicking back to his messages with an air of someone who does not even want to know.
Skeith hovers in the back of Haseo's mind, smug and full of himself. "So, can we eat it?" he asks plaintively, voice tinged with edges of hunger, but even more of 'I want to annoy Haseo by doing the most random things I can think of'.
"I'm back," Pi announces before Haseo can even start to formulate a response. "What did I miss?"
'No,' Haseo says mentally, striding back into formation as Kuhn fills her in (Nothing but a giggle fit). He rolls his eyes when Pi stares at him, it's not his fault Skeith is the quirkiest out of the bunch.
(Except it really kind of is).
Fandom: [Dot]Hack//G.U
Rating: SFW
Warnings: None.
Summary: Sometimes Haseo really hates the voices in his head.
Notes: Inspired by a mix of yesterday's ficlet and a further conversation with
scythesxroses about it. Ever since he reached Xth form, Haseo has had to deal with a voice in his head that is and yet isn't his own. Skeith's thought processes (if it could be called that) were close enough to his own that he could kind of see where he was coming from, but often they took a left where Haseo took a right and both were staring at each other from across a lake wondering how the other got there. For instance:
"We should eat that," Skeith says as Haseo considers a mushroom in the dungeon, wondering if it would be worth the effort to break it or if he's going to get another trash item that he has ninety of stuck in storage (because not even Gaspard can sell them).
"What?" Haseo demands of the air before he can stop himself, physically recoiling away from the mushroom. Kuhn doesn't even look up from where he's messaging some girl, this wasn't the first time Haseo had argued with himself. Pi is idle, expression blank and staring at a wall.
If she hadn't suddenly gone afk (she was screaming something about a cat and not eating the curtains), then Haseo would not have been contemplating mushrooms and Skeith would have been laughing maniacally in the corner of his mind. Because that is what Skeith does best, being creepily hyperactive like a ten year old's first rp character.
In both the real world and the game world, Haseo rubs the bridge of his nose. "We do not eat strange mushrooms," he says, that being the only bit of survivalist knowledge he had obtained in his entire life. Skeith giggles. "First off, how would -you- even eat it? Never mind I don't want to know." There are some things he doesn't want to contemplate too hard, because if he thought about it, Skeith had eaten all of his G.U friends at one point or another.
"No," he says again when Skeith's mental expression shifts from amused with himself to contemplating the deaths of others. "No," he repeats, visualizing Skeith being locked in a box with something bright and entirely too cheerful for its own good (Atoli?). "No," he says as Skeith visualizes back himself gleefully reducing said cheerful thing to bloody bits of data (can data even bleed? That's a question for another time).
"We do not eat anything if we do not know where it's been," Haseo says firmly, crossing his arms and glaring into empty air. Skeith laughs.
"We ate Magus though," he retorts, sulking and Haseo about breaks something trying to keep back the laughter. He ends up making a long snorting-choking sound that does finally capture Kuhn's attention before finally succumbing into a fit of giggles that would put any of the teenage girls he knew to shame. Kuhn raises an eyebrow and thankfully does not comment, flicking back to his messages with an air of someone who does not even want to know.
Skeith hovers in the back of Haseo's mind, smug and full of himself. "So, can we eat it?" he asks plaintively, voice tinged with edges of hunger, but even more of 'I want to annoy Haseo by doing the most random things I can think of'.
"I'm back," Pi announces before Haseo can even start to formulate a response. "What did I miss?"
'No,' Haseo says mentally, striding back into formation as Kuhn fills her in (Nothing but a giggle fit). He rolls his eyes when Pi stares at him, it's not his fault Skeith is the quirkiest out of the bunch.
(Except it really kind of is).
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