fictionalized | log; and then everyone died

[ welp, the number one indication would be that you can run them over.

like right now, for example--

honestly, at this point, celandine is just very used to waking up in strange places. while he's admittedly never woken up dead before (this tends to be a once in a lifetime experience, probably), it's something that he came to terms with about five minutes after his rather rude awakening in the middle of the scramble crossing.

everyone dies. what he's more curious about is if the frogs really were graffiti come to life, or if he's just looking at this entirely the wrong way. it's when he's simply walking down the street, vaguely amused at the fact he can pass through people any way he pleases, that he's suddenly run over by a person who's very obviously running away from something.

before he can even look surprised, he finds himself getting bowled over.

ow. ]

[Yeah, 'ow' kind of sums it up. After hissing in pain, he stands up, brushing dirt off his clothing.

... Ah.

Right. He ran into someone. That's probably not good and he should apologize.]

... I apologize for the accident. Are you... unhurt?

[It actually does not occur to him what this implies yet—]

[ yes, you ran into someone. and that someone is currently staring at you with his glasses knocked half-askew. let's see now, today's checklist includes....

1) waking up dead
2) getting run over by someone, also presumably dead

he thinks about this for a moment, and decides that it's probably a bad thing he can't even muster up a single iota of surprise to go along with it all. what catches his attention is the other boy's usage of language. he amends his list quickly:

3) said dead individual talks as though he swallowed a 19th century dictionary

he snorts with a little laugh, and gets up. glancing behind the other boy for a brief moment, his slightly mismatched eyes refocus on the boy's face. ]

I'm not hurt, yeah. But weren't you running from something?

[... he is not sure why he just got laughed at but okay.

And oh yeah, he was—]

Ah... correct.

[yeah, he should return to doing that.]

... You should also take care to flee. They appear to be dangerous.

[and he really should be running now but he should probably make sure this guy runs too...]

[ haaa... must be one of those martyr types. his sister was one of those. so was his best friend. it makes him wonder just what part of his non-sacrificial personality tends to attract people of that sort, even in the alleged afterlife. his eyes narrow slightly at the approaching killer frogs, vibrant in their colours of doom, and he grins. ]

Yeah, they do. And since they're probably gonna target us both, we might as well run together.

[ welp, time to grab your hand without particularly caring for your protests and/or your sense of personal space. he'll suddenly take off and drag you with him!! ]

Hey—

[and now his thoughts are somewhere along the lines of 'what the hell DON'T JUST TOUCH ME LIKE THAT' but he's not going to voice that because that's just rude. He's also cutting off his own protest because that's probably also rude. Or inappropriate. Or breaks some kind of unwritten rule somewhere.

Dragged—and wait wait wait it's finally clicking...!]

Wait, you're de—!

[Dead too! Except phrasing it like that sounds too stupid, so.]

... Your life has ended as well?

[HE TRIED VERY HARD TO KEEP HIS VOICE CALM and you can probably tell.

He also does not understand why you are grinning. ?_?]

[ it's okay, jiros, he gets that a lot. probably more than he should, really, but since that didn't stop him while he was alive, he doesn't see any reason to change it now that he's dead. unfortunately, he's pretty good at reading people's vibes (comes from years of reading a partial tsundere) and therefore figures that you're probably pretty fun to mess with.

except running from frogs takes priority. his voice sounds a little absent-- ] Well, yes, I'd assume so. Life flashing before my eyes and all.

[ since in movies, people's lives are always shown flashing before their eyes when they died. he actually saw no such thing, but he sees no reason to say that. ]

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[no. NO HE WOULD NOT BE FUN TO MESS WITH PLEASE DO NOT TRY.]

You would... assume so?

[that does not sound like a proper yes but whatever.]

... My apologies for your loss, then.

[you should apologize to someone if they died, right...

also have you let go of his hand yet—]

[ ... okay, that's surprising. he actually takes a moment to look back momentarily, eyebrow poised in the arch of a perfect question mark. ] Why? It's not like you killed me.

[ and it's not like he's lost anything. really, his life was never his in the first place, so from his perspective, nothing of value was lost. this boy's formality, however, kind of amuses him a little. he almost reminds him of Eithri.

out of the corner of his eyes, he spots the frogs again. his hold on your hand will tighten!! you are not getting your hand back anytime soon jiros so dealwithit.jpg ] Ahhh, it looks like they're gaining on us. Any bright ideas?

[god just let go his hand already you creeper]

Shi—

[wait, no, swearing is bad. He really has to stop doing that.

But hmm. These creatures—]

... To reaffirm—you are deceased, correct?

[ ah, he notices your bit-off swearing there. maybe you just have weird scruples? but it looks like you're on a good train of thought, there. while he's not particularly proactive, he knows that that's probably their best shot of getting out of this alive.

haha, 'alive'. ]

If I weren't, would I be able to hold your hand right now? [ a teasing answer, even as he tugs them around a bend. being out in the open is not a strategically sound move-- he knows of a small hideaway underneath a bridge, but they'll need to make it in one piece, first. AKA DON'T ASK STUPID QUESTIONS JIROS AND BE PROACTIVE LIKE A MAN!!! ]

[IF IT DOESN'T INVOLVE HIS FAMILY, HE'S NOT VERY GOOD AT BEING PROACTIVE. why do you think his dad and not-mom don't like him much—]

... I would appreciate it if you were to... release me.

[and that was probably the most awkward-sounding request ever but please??]

[ JIROS NO DON'T BE LIKE THAT and he just chuckles breathlessly because you are really too funny, fellow dead kid. ]

Well, I'd appreciate it if you could suffer it through until we get to a safer place.

'less you have a better idea?

[no. He is not funny, thank you very much.

Also, thinking! They're dead, these frog things are only chasing them and not the presumably not-dead people, and therefore they are chasing them because they're dead. Huh.]

Forgive the... intrusion on your privacy, but I must ask: have you found a partner yet?

[half of him is hoping no because he needs one, and the other half of him is hoping yes because dear lord he doesn't want you as his partner—]

[ no, seriously, you really are the funniest thing in the known universe. he really needs to stop laughing at you, but he can't help it. ]

Thought you'd never ask.

[ and taking that as a sign that you don't have a partner yet either, he'll drag you around another bend, right under the bridge. by the way, to make it extra awkward and hilarious, the river under that bridge is famous in the area for being the place to confess your love to your crush. the hilarity is not lost on Celandine, who just tilts his head. ] Contract?

[... fortunately, that bit flies right over Jiros's head but if he ever learns about it he will be incredibly embarrassed. Belatedly.

Have a bow of his head!]

If I have your permission...

Relax. [ TEASING ] It's not as though we're getting married.

[ aaaaand suddenly let's have that light show that all new contracts are bestowed with. PRETTY LIGHTS GO ]

[alskdjalsdjasda hnnnnnnnnngrrrrk okay he looks visibly startled and embarrassed at that before quickly covering it up.

PRETTY LIGHTS OOH]

[ ... welp, it's official. even if it weren't, this should at least deserve an honorary mention. you are now on his to-tease list, jiros. hope you enjoy the ride.

when the light show subsides, leaving in its wake the general dreariness of reality permeated by the staunch gurgling of the river, the first thing celandine does is to peer around in the direction of the frogs. ] Still there? They're annoying persistent.

[nooooooooooooooo.

Also peering—]

Should we... continue to flee?

If our friendly neighbourhood game supervisors aren't filthy liars, they shouldn't pursue us any further.

[ he says this in a way that clearly conveys his opinions on said friendly neighbourhood game supervisors, but that's probably just his cynicism showing. ]

Our frie... ah.

[Speak normally, gosh you.]

Would you prefer it if I were to test the validity of what they said?

[ says the person who talks like he swallowed a 19th century dictionary!!! he arches another eyebrow. ]

I'd be in a lot of trouble if you died on me. [ and because of the situation, he quickly amends-- ] Well, died again.

Then... should we have faith in what we were told?

[YOUR CALL.]

[ HE'S GETTING THAT FEELING and he snorts. ] Why, did you really want to fight?

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