[ after the trial, crea has been...mostly keeping to himself.
he wakes up early and comes back late, like a cat that has decided to run away from its home in order to nurse its wounds. reopening psychological wounds is not part of his ability nor is it healing them. if he could heal them, he would never reopen them the way that the trial and the later fallout have.
he's at the beach, late at night, working with something. it looks like he has a couple tools, a spoon and a sharp knife, as he tries to do some sort of precision work on this...specifically, carving out a hole on the top, as if to hang it from something. perhaps the drawstring bag next to him might be some clue. ]
Edited (forgot we had no execution bruh) 2023-06-05 04:26 (UTC)
[Even though he's up and about rather fast, Beel stays mostly in the cabana, slipping out only twice - once to take some time alone on the beach, and once to rummage through the mess left at the buffet and grab enough food for himself to last until the morning.
It also means he's not seeing much of Crea. At all. And when the sun goes down and there is STILL no Crea, Beelzebub slips out from the cabana to go looking.
Thankfully the beach keeps Crea easy to spot, so Beel doesn't rush his pace, quietly swinging by one of the drink bars once he knows where his roommate is before circling back.
A lidded cup of something cold and full of ice is tapped against one of his shoulders. Beelzebub doesn't move to sit just yet, simply holding out the cup in silence.]
[ in his focus, crea completely forgets the rest of the world. he’s at his happiest now, working with wood and nature, even as difficult as it is to work without a proper tool to chisel with. he has to be gentle so as to not damage the wood in an irreparable manner. this is too precious for him to ruin. maybe if he returns, he can make it into a proper pendant and give it to sii-tan! maybe he would like that!?
by the time that beelzebub gets to him, he’s made some progress. there’s an indentation where the hole will be, and he’s about to use the knife to dig when…
oh.
after a small jolt, crea turns around, looking up at beelzebub. he’s wearing different clothes now. it’s his uniform.
he smiles. ]
Hey! [ setting down his knife on the sand, he uses his newly-freed hand to take the drink. ] What did you make this time?
[ there's a moment of hesitation, as crea considers his answer. the answer that he almost blurts out is 'no', in a measly attempt to push the other away. he recognizes that he wants the company, but what point is there in searching for it? what point is there in wanting it, when he knows that eventually they'll have to part ways?
...
he takes a sip of his lemonade, the smile melting away into a neutral expression. ]
I'd hate to keep you here if you're busy, but if you don't mind...I wouldn't mind either.
[ he sets the drink down on the sand, using his newly freed up hand to... also hold the amulet. he holds it like it's something precious, as if it were something rarer than gold. ]
Zelkov gave this to me. [ the uniform he's wearing, too. ] Y'know what this is?
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he wakes up early and comes back late, like a cat that has decided to run away from its home in order to nurse its wounds. reopening psychological wounds is not part of his ability nor is it healing them. if he could heal them, he would never reopen them the way that the trial and the later fallout have.
he's at the beach, late at night, working with something. it looks like he has a couple tools, a spoon and a sharp knife, as he tries to do some sort of precision work on this...specifically, carving out a hole on the top, as if to hang it from something. perhaps the drawstring bag next to him might be some clue. ]
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It also means he's not seeing much of Crea. At all. And when the sun goes down and there is STILL no Crea, Beelzebub slips out from the cabana to go looking.
Thankfully the beach keeps Crea easy to spot, so Beel doesn't rush his pace, quietly swinging by one of the drink bars once he knows where his roommate is before circling back.
A lidded cup of something cold and full of ice is tapped against one of his shoulders. Beelzebub doesn't move to sit just yet, simply holding out the cup in silence.]
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by the time that beelzebub gets to him, he’s made some progress. there’s an indentation where the hole will be, and he’s about to use the knife to dig when…
oh.
after a small jolt, crea turns around, looking up at beelzebub. he’s wearing different clothes now. it’s his uniform.
he smiles. ]
Hey! [ setting down his knife on the sand, he uses his newly-freed hand to take the drink. ] What did you make this time?
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[He's got one of his own in his other hand, though it's untouched for now, not meeting Crea's easy smile.]
Do you want company?
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[ there's a moment of hesitation, as crea considers his answer. the answer that he almost blurts out is 'no', in a measly attempt to push the other away. he recognizes that he wants the company, but what point is there in searching for it? what point is there in wanting it, when he knows that eventually they'll have to part ways?
...
he takes a sip of his lemonade, the smile melting away into a neutral expression. ]
I'd hate to keep you here if you're busy, but if you don't mind...I wouldn't mind either.
[ he really wouldn't. ]
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[It's his usual borderline monotone, just a little more tired than usual, plopping to a seat down onto the sand.]
It's late, though. I wanted to make sure you were okay.
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in his other hand, he fidgets with the wooden carving. ]
Do I not look okay to you?
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I don't know. I don't know what "okay" feels like for you, Crea.
All I know is that you've been missing all day. It's weird for you. So I got worried.
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[ ...
in a soft, dull tone: ]
Sorry 'bout that. I guess I've just had a lot on my mind.
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Do you want to talk about it?
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[ he sets the drink down on the sand, using his newly freed up hand to... also hold the amulet. he holds it like it's something precious, as if it were something rarer than gold. ]
Zelkov gave this to me. [ the uniform he's wearing, too. ] Y'know what this is?
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I don't recognize it. Is it something from your home?
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[ sorry beel, he was just bullying you. a smile flits across his face as he thumbs the insignia. ]
Because I carved it myself as a child. This is something that I made for Sion when we were children.