SATURDAY NIGHT FOOTBALL (The World)

[gluttoning]

[FOOTBALL NOISES

aka this for IRL football watching or any communications outside Fragment. Yay football. :)]

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cw: anxiety, mild emeto

[trashtier]

[For anyone who makes it to the waiting room, Levi can be found there curled up in one of the chairs away from everyone else. His eyes are red and puffy, and he looks absolutely sick to his stomach in worry. He even has to get up a few times to rush down to the nearest bathroom.

But as time passes, and the doctors announce to the family that Barrett is in stable condition and will be okay, Levi finally starts to calm down a bit. He might be more willing to talk at this point, but he buries his face in his phone or games for the most part. Occasionally he'll have Booker snuggled up against him to commiserate. Or just to nap. Both of them could use it at this point.]

[tablescraps]

( Mithrun has been physically restrained by different people across the span of the day since the incident mid-match, and, even now, it's Cael (a soft gentleman in a wheelchair who looks very much worried and out of his depth) who's on duty holding onto Mithrun's hand; in part out of comfort, in part to make sure he stays. There isn't even really any reason for him to need to run off right now; clearly, he understands Barrett is unconscious but stable. There's nothing to see. But still, he looks liable to jet if not held onto.

At some point or another he's fixed his gaze on Levi, and at some point it looks like he's boring holes into him. He'll speak up if Levi doesn't, but he may also just be looking at him with such intensity his gaze might qualify as psychological torture under the Geneva convention. )

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[Levi's in the middle of trying to distract himself with a game, but he suddenly can't shake the feeling that he's being watched. Lo and behold, he catches Mithrun's intense gaze and practically jumps in his seat.]

M-Mithrun...?

[He hasn't really stopped to talk to any of those who got brought up to the waiting room, simply sparing glances at the drama unfolding in something of a fugue state. But this person has to be Mithrun. That much he can guess.]

[tablescraps]

( ...

Mithrun's voice falls a little lower, though not by much. Can't be that secretive in a waiting room. )

... Was there anything else about his leg you noticed?

( Yesterday, when you were gaming. )

[tinged]

Did you tell her?

[ at any other time… any other time, hani would have messaged kara themself but. ]

[trashtier]

[Levi of course knows who Hani means, so he nods solemnly.]

...Yeah. While I was on the way here. We're, um...we're gonna talk over the phone later.

[Who knows when that'll be. Probably sometime in the middle of the night when they finally have to go to a hotel and get some sleep.]

[tinged]

I see… Will you make sure she’s alright? [ a little more quietly: ] She’s only… only recently become happy…

And please let her help you be alright, too.

[trashtier]

[At first, it feels like Hani's asking something impossible of him. He barely has himself together. How can he help Kara in this state? When he can't even go be with her in person?

...but he reminds himself that sometimes, just someone's general presence is more than enough. Getting to talk to Kara—just hearing her voice—would help him feel better. Hopefully he can do the same for her.

He nods again.]

I know. I'm- I'm not gonna let that happiness disappear.

[Not when she was the one who brought happiness back into his life too.]

[tinged]

Not just “that” happiness.

[ they touch him on the arm, just gentle comfort, nothing more. you’ll be okay, they think. we’ll be okay.

he needs to be okay. ]

Her happiness is you, so try to take care of yourself. He’s - Bear-kun… doesn’t ask. But I think you should if you need help.