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[dreamtaker_noah]

[Well, the Dressing Room hasn't seen this in a while. A room full of dead bodies - mostly Finders and other unfortunate NPCs that usually get the short end of the stick when Noahs go on a rampage. Though strangely enough, the room is lacking the usual blood and gore that usually accompanies a Noah having too much fun. Just quiet lifeless bodies

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[besomeothername]

[Lavi spots him from a mile away and crouches down in front of him, placing a hand on his shoulder]

Lavi. Lavi, it's me.

[write_silence]

[the hand on his shoulder makes him flinch violently at first, and for a moment he doesn't seem to register Lavi's voice or words, looking up to gaze at him uncomprehendingly - then he realizes who he is and chokes back a sob, hiding his face again]

[besomeothername]

[Puts his other hand on his other shoulder]

Let's get out of here, okay? To somewhere you can calm down.

[write_silence]

[he's hardly going to object to that - but he can't bear looking at the bodies, the images are already burned permanently into his memory. So he keeps his eye tightly closed - Lavi will have to help him up and lead him carefully to the exit]

[besomeothername]

[In that case, Lavi will just pick him up bridal style and carry him out of the room. That's probably the fastest way to get him away from this mess]

[write_silence]

[he'll be so ashamed of this later, but right now, it's all he can do to keep down his earlier meals, and he just curls in on himself, trying to block out everything around him]

[besomeothername]

[Lavi will carry him all the way to his study. That's probably the best place for him to calm down. Sets him gently in the chair that he was sitting in previously when he was writing his letters]

Lavi...

[write_silence]

[slowly looks up - which turns out to be a mistake, as his memory superimposes the image of all those dead, staring faces onto his friend's face, and he turns away, grabbing blindly for the trash can and sinking to his knees as he violently throws up]

[besomeothername]

[Gently rubs his back and mumbles soothing words. He's not sure what he's saying as long as it seems to be working]

It'll be okay. Just... relax, all right.

[write_silence]

[it takes him a while, but finally he's done - stomach emptied of anything that had been in it - and he just bows his head, pushing the trash can away and closing his eye. He feels so overwhelmed right now that he's just numb, unsure what to think or do.]

[besomeothername]

[Goes to get a towel for him in case he wants to wipe his face and a glass of water to rehydrate him]

Lavi...?

[write_silence]

[takes the towel and wipes his face, then drinks the entire glass without stopping to breathe - and finally, he looks up at Lavi, looking a bit more composed but no less haunted]

[besomeothername]

[Leads him to his feet and tries to get him to sit down in his chair]

Just try to breathe, yeah. Think happy thoughts.

[write_silence]

[happy thoughts... he tries, but all he can see are all those dead, staring faces]

I've never seen... a dead person before. Outside of books and movies.

[besomeothername]

... They'll be coming back to life soon.

[Which doesn't make it any better. But... it is something]

[write_silence]

Will they... remember? Dying? [and in a way, what he's asking is 'will I?']