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Post by Tino Väinämöinen on May 14, 2012 22:41:33 GMT -5
Tino watched Toris walk away. He looked pretty shaky, but hopefully the nurses were paying attention. He frowned, but reluctantly left to go to his room.
When he returned a few minutes later, sketchbook in hand, he didn't see Toris laying on the floor, so hopefully he'd made it to the common room without collapsing. He padded down the hall, found the door he wanted, and peeked in.
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Post by alchemicmelody on May 14, 2012 22:48:21 GMT -5
Toris was quite happy to have made it safely to the common room. He was sitting on a couch, a hand resting lightly against his chest, eyes closed as he caught his breath. He seemed to be having to do that a lot lately, but he didn't think it was anything to be too concerned about. The nurses didn't seem to have really done much to help him, even though they were sort of supposed to help patients and stuff.
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Post by Tino Väinämöinen on May 15, 2012 18:04:08 GMT -5
It took him a moment to see Toris, engulfed in a couch. For a minute he wasn't even sure the man was still breathing, and was relieved to see the rise and fall of his chest as he walked closer. He sat gingerly next to him, not sure he was awake. "Toris?" he asked, and put a hand on his shoulder, shaking gently. "Look. Look what I brought."
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Post by alchemicmelody on May 15, 2012 19:07:59 GMT -5
Toris opened his eyes, lowering his hand so that it rested in his lap with the other. He gave the other male a curious look, tilting his head in a questioning manner. He wondered what Tino's puppy looked like. Was it fluffy? What color was it? Puppies were always cute so he didn't really wonder about that.
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Post by Tino Väinämöinen on May 15, 2012 21:14:05 GMT -5
Tino beamed. "Good! You're awake!" He opened the sketchbook and several photos fell on the floor from between the pages. "Oops..." He bent to pick them up, sorted through them quickly, then handed two to Toris. One showed a small, fluffy, white ball curled on what appeared to be someone's lap. The other, a small fluffy white ball, this one recognizable as a dog, sitting with one paw up and her tongue sticking out, eyes bright and black. "Isn't she just the most adorable thing? Her name is Hana." Tino smiled down at the picture. "I love her so much."
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Post by alchemicmelody on May 15, 2012 21:18:51 GMT -5
Toris carefully held the photos, knowing that they were precious to Tino. He peered at the shots of the little white puffball, a small smile appearing on his face. She was so cute! "She's so little..." he murmured, wondering if she was a small breed dog or just young. Maybe both. "And very, very cute." He carefully handed the photos back to Tino. "How old is she?" he asked, curious about this adorable fluffy critter.
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Post by Tino Väinämöinen on May 16, 2012 4:10:42 GMT -5
"Um..." Truthfully, he didn't know. But she hadn't grown much since he'd found her, and she seemed young, so, "two-ish?" He smiled down at the picture of the curled-up fluffball, and stroked it fondly. "Oh, I have drawings, too." He started flipping through the sketchbook, stopping every few pages to show a sketch of his dog in various cute poses. "I really miss her..." He was starting to feel a little weepy. He didn't want to be weepy. Nobody liked it when he was needy.
He tucked the photos back in the book, and the book between his legs, and turned to Toris. "So. What do you do when you're not.... here?"
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Post by alchemicmelody on May 16, 2012 8:25:59 GMT -5
"She looks like she's very sweet and fun to be with," Toris murmured as he examined the sketches of the little dog that Tino had drawn. He glanced over at the other when the question was presented. "Do you mean...when I'm not in the hospital?" he asked. He'd been here for three months already so he had honestly started to forget a little bit of what life was like outside the grounds. He wasn't sure if this was a good thing or not.
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Post by Tino Väinämöinen on May 16, 2012 18:46:08 GMT -5
"Er... yes, then. How long have you been here, anyway?" He looked Toris over. "Maybe you should be in a regular hospital? They don't seem to be doing much for you here..." Not that he wanted Toris to leave. He was probably not a useful friend, but he was a safe one, and he didn't seem too put off by Tino's occasional unthinking bluntness. He was starting to feel comfortable around him.
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Post by alchemicmelody on May 16, 2012 20:13:44 GMT -5
"I've been here three months..." Toris murmured. "I didn't really do much before I was put here....I wasn't allowed to..." He fell silent and didn't say anything further, looking down at his hands. His hands looked so frail and small, just like the rest of him. "They don't really do much in a regular hospital...not for mental problems or eating disorders..." he commented, letting out a little sigh.
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Post by Tino Väinämöinen on May 18, 2012 19:25:16 GMT -5
Tino didn't know what to say to that. His new friend seemed kind of depressing, actually. He wondered what it would take to cheer him up or show an interest in... oh, he'd seemed to like Hana. He picked up the sketchbook again... he wanted to draw something cute and fluffy, but he had no pencil. He was going to have to "borrow" something from the art room or nurses' station pretty soon. For now, he selected one of his many sketches of his dog, and carefully removed it from the book, and handed it to Toris. "Here. You can have this."
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Post by alchemicmelody on May 18, 2012 19:57:12 GMT -5
Toris' eyes widened as the other offered him the sketch. "R-really?" he murmured. Sadly, this was honestly the first 'gift' that he could remember ever receiving. It made him feel...really happy, actually. "Th-thank you!" He carefully held the sketch, wanting to take really really good care of it. He wondered if he could maybe make a frame or something for it in the art room, depending on what they offered patients.
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Post by Tino Väinämöinen on May 18, 2012 21:40:51 GMT -5
"... You're welcome." Tino was surprised and touched at the other's obvious gratitude. It wasn't even a very good sketch. Maybe he wasn't used to getting presents? People gave Tino things all the time. Well, he usually had to give something in return, but... nothing of any value.
He leaned over and hugged Toris gently, disturbed again at how thin he was. He didn't say anything about it, though. He stood up and took a step towards the door. If people liked his silly little drawings as gifts, he should make more. He really needed to find a pen or pencil. "I'll see you later, Toris. Was nice talking to you."
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Post by alchemicmelody on May 18, 2012 22:14:03 GMT -5
Toris had been rather deprived of simple joys, it seemed. He stiffened just a little when the other hugged him, but thankfully didn't freak out or try to shove the other away. He gave a shy wave as the other left the room, the momentary shock from getting a hug rendering him speechless. The poor thing was trying not to have a mini-panic attack from such a gentle touch.
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