[They might be shifting again. And despite all best reassurances (sans any effort to be, as most would say, best) Chara still sounds alarmed, grip on her tightening substantially, almost as if they're afraid she might let go.
Please don't let go. This isn't how it's supposed to end.]
[They're both shifting; Rin's certain of that at the last second, holding Chara's hand so tightly and refusing to budge that when they fall through the... whatever this not-floor is, Rin is pulled along too.
There's not enough time to mumble reassurances, I got you and it's okay. Just fingers laced together, I'm here, I'm here as the world fwooshes past to who knows where next but down, down, down.
[A whoosh of air; like colliding with solid ground but not. They fall- the both of them, Chara clutching Rin's hand so hard it's surprising they haven't cut off the circulation- before ending in a suspended sensation, legs kicking uselessly beneath them, before they go still. They can see-
Their face is half clipped through the wall. They can see a bedroom, with no idea as to whose it could be. Keeping their eyes closed seems to be the better course of action.]
...I suppose we may just fall out of the world completely, if this keeps up.
[This is somehow more disturbing than the last position they were in. Rin winces; not only at the smell of the bathroom, but Chara's grip on her hand. It's starting to hurt.
She doesn't dare let go.
Rin takes deep breaths, calming herself and trying to assess the situation. Clipped like this... It hurts to look between the bathroom and the side of nothingness they're split between, but they should have an easier time with their cellphones like this now, shouldn't they?]
We'll just have to stop it before then, right?
[Because she doesn't want to die, or whatever this ridiculous fate might be; wholly from herself and the bottom of her heart does Rin feel that, dipping into a pool of optimism that's a bit wider than usual.]
Such as to keep most of our bodies together, or at least able to access what we need?
[Last time they were caught at the waist, cut in half from top to bottom, and this time it's side to side. It's hard to say if they can time that just right, but...]
Possibly... If we concentrated on what we were doing and didn't look away once.
Mm. [In all sides of her, it's easily agreed.] The next time we feel ourselves shift, then.
[Drop everything and get ready, is the natural conclusion to that; it's typical for Rin to explain things thoroughly, but there's no need to say something Chara already understands. The'll do it, the next time that sense of falling strikes.
Whenever that might be.
And here they are again, in a lull that waits for that moment.]
[The lull is unnerving. They suppose that shifting, currently, is not the answer, lest they want to drop suddenly and without qualms. The blank, nervous buzz of their mind doesn't have the words to pick up a new conversation; whatever they could say would just be inane, irrelevant.
So Chara hums. They do so unthinkingly, lesser restraint on doing something relatively soothing than usual, a tune they know off by heart.
[When they fall again, if she made hers and Chara's body lighter, would she be able to slow their descent? It's another thing to consider trying, and she wonders why she didn't take of it before.
Hm. Possibly because it's second nature to her, but not to them. That person who thinks so strongly of people over things, reaching out with her hand to their heart.
She's fond of Chara, but that's not like her. Is it? This is a crisis, so she needs to get a grip on herself; what she would do instead of they.
Her hand won't let go. That's alright.
Closing her eyes to push back the disorientation, Rin fumbles through options in her head and listens to Chara's quiet humming. The song is sweet. A lullaby, maybe? It feels familiar, but Rin focuses on the part of herself that says she doesn't know it at all.
...Just two weeks ago, the two of them had chatted on the phone. It was probably the start of this mess with everyone's souls; she remembers thinking after she had bonded with Wade, no wonder Chara had been so frightened then. At that time when they were still trying to work things out, Rin remembers advising them to do something to distract themselves. Clapping, singing, humming. Is that what'd they done then?
Is that why they're doing it now, or are they just afraid?
Waiting a bit to get a feel for the melody, Rin begins to hum lightly as well. Instead of a audible mess timed with no consideration, she manages to faintly harmonize the second song with Chara's.]
[The great thing about children is the fact that they are, in essence, highly influential. Even a child such as Chara, with little love for the world and even less to provide to their own species, was susceptible.
Don't hurt yourself badly, that brings your awareness back inside you.
Focus on the physical sensations.
Very little of their history has ever been geared towards putting on the proverbial brakes, nevermind the concept of healthy outlets. It would be funny, almost hilarious, if they took the time to tell her she was the first to ever let them know- hurting themself is bad. Hurting themself means being stuck with themself even more. No piteous attempts at being told how much it would hurt her- just that it would hurt them. That it would continue placing them in a space they don't want to be.
There's every chance they picked up this habit from her. If they did, Chara's hardly about to admit to it, eyes opening as they go quiet, listening to the foreign tune with an almost absent sense of direction. Something is always better than nothing.
The moment they feel their body begin to fall again is almost welcome.]
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But somehow it's expected too. She almost goes to clap before — haha whoops, only one arm. Rin settles for whistling appreciatively instead.]
No way. You nailed it! We should—
[Er, wait. Are they shifting again?]
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[They might be shifting again. And despite all best reassurances (sans any effort to be, as most would say, best) Chara still sounds alarmed, grip on her tightening substantially, almost as if they're afraid she might let go.
Please don't let go. This isn't how it's supposed to end.]
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There's not enough time to mumble reassurances, I got you and it's okay. Just fingers laced together, I'm here, I'm here as the world fwooshes past to who knows where next but down, down, down.
At least they're together, right?]
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Their face is half clipped through the wall. They can see a bedroom, with no idea as to whose it could be. Keeping their eyes closed seems to be the better course of action.]
...I suppose we may just fall out of the world completely, if this keeps up.
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She doesn't dare let go.
Rin takes deep breaths, calming herself and trying to assess the situation. Clipped like this... It hurts to look between the bathroom and the side of nothingness they're split between, but they should have an easier time with their cellphones like this now, shouldn't they?]
We'll just have to stop it before then, right?
[Because she doesn't want to die, or whatever this ridiculous fate might be; wholly from herself and the bottom of her heart does Rin feel that, dipping into a pool of optimism that's a bit wider than usual.]
Can you see your phone?
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[They can, after a brief, cursory glance, see what they think is Rin's foot; part of her elbow. Not all that helpful, if morbidly fascinating.]
Do you think we can attempt to position ourselves, should we continue dropping lower?
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[Last time they were caught at the waist, cut in half from top to bottom, and this time it's side to side. It's hard to say if they can time that just right, but...]
Possibly... If we concentrated on what we were doing and didn't look away once.
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[It does matter, actually. The latter is a necessity- the former a need. It's very possible that they're both simply weighing each other down.
They never were good at letting go.]
Unless you have another idea, then I suggest we at least try.
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[Drop everything and get ready, is the natural conclusion to that; it's typical for Rin to explain things thoroughly, but there's no need to say something Chara already understands. The'll do it, the next time that sense of falling strikes.
Whenever that might be.
And here they are again, in a lull that waits for that moment.]
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So Chara hums. They do so unthinkingly, lesser restraint on doing something relatively soothing than usual, a tune they know off by heart.
It is relatively soothing, at least.]
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Hm. Possibly because it's second nature to her, but not to them. That person who thinks so strongly of people over things, reaching out with her hand to their heart.
She's fond of Chara, but that's not like her.
Is it?
This is a crisis, so she needs to get a grip on herself; what she would do instead of they.
Her hand won't let go. That's alright.
Closing her eyes to push back the disorientation, Rin fumbles through options in her head and listens to Chara's quiet humming. The song is sweet. A lullaby, maybe? It feels familiar, but Rin focuses on the part of herself that says she doesn't know it at all.
...Just two weeks ago, the two of them had chatted on the phone. It was probably the start of this mess with everyone's souls; she remembers thinking after she had bonded with Wade, no wonder Chara had been so frightened then. At that time when they were still trying to work things out, Rin remembers advising them to do something to distract themselves. Clapping, singing, humming. Is that what'd they done then?
Is that why they're doing it now, or are they just afraid?
Waiting a bit to get a feel for the melody, Rin begins to hum lightly as well. Instead of a audible mess timed with no consideration, she manages to faintly harmonize the second song with Chara's.]
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Don't hurt yourself badly, that brings your awareness back inside you.
Focus on the physical sensations.
Very little of their history has ever been geared towards putting on the proverbial brakes, nevermind the concept of healthy outlets. It would be funny, almost hilarious, if they took the time to tell her she was the first to ever let them know- hurting themself is bad. Hurting themself means being stuck with themself even more. No piteous attempts at being told how much it would hurt her- just that it would hurt them. That it would continue placing them in a space they don't want to be.
There's every chance they picked up this habit from her. If they did, Chara's hardly about to admit to it, eyes opening as they go quiet, listening to the foreign tune with an almost absent sense of direction. Something is always better than nothing.
The moment they feel their body begin to fall again is almost welcome.]