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[reaperrabbit]

[Normally, Brook would be perfectly happy to make a video post. It'd just be like his weekly recorded updates for his blog back home. Given the state he's in, though, he doesn't want to risk putting his face on camera. What if he looks as bad as he feels?

Why does he feel bad in the first place? Nothing makes any sense.]

ok, i know that for whatever reason, everyone's powers and shit have been weakened since they got here.
but has anybody else been feeling... weird?
like wobbly or your head hurting. or your legs not working right.
or like you have to lie down for a while until your eyes go back to normal.
idk, is this smth else that just happens here like weeds trying to eat you?

((OOC: Brook just hasn't realized that nerfing means he has to eat and sleep now, so he's been wandering around on little more than a Starbucks cake pop and no rest for days. That said, once people help him figure that out, he'll likely react to the thought of eating with disgust. This might hit a little close to disordered eating patterns, so please keep yourself safe if that's a trigger! Brook also has a permissions page with a long list of content warnings and an opt-out form, because I'm the Grim Reaper is a minefield of common triggers, and I don't want to suddenly spring anything unwanted on anyone.))

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[scowlish]

[Onni watches Brook eat the stew, except whenever his head lifts and he might be looking in Onni's direction, in which situation he becomes very focused on his own stew, not wanting to put Brook off his meal by staring. It feels very important to make sure that Brook eats, and Onni finds himself mildly uncomfortable for just a moment with how quickly he's become attached to this boy.

Brook tries the bread and gravy in the stew, and then Onni finds himself pleased when Brook tries the vegetables as well. After a while, Brook finally finishes, looking groggy and sleepy, and hands the bowl back to Onni. Having finished his own stew, Onni takes his spoon and digs into the rest of Brook's, eating thoughtfully while he watches him.]

You're tired.

[He says it very matter-of-factly, with his mouth full, looking at Brook's sleepy face.]

After I finish this, I'll put the fire out and we can find a bed for you to sleep in. I'll keep watch.

[reaperrabbit]

[Brook squints at him through his exhaustion for a heartbeat or two, then lets out a long sigh.]

I'm getting the picture that there's no arguing with you.

[In the meantime, he pulls his knees back up, folds his arms on top of them, and rests his cheek on his forearms.]

Someone said they've just been using the benches to sleep on. I could do that. You don't have to bother.

[He already knows Onni will shoot that idea down, but it had to be said.]

[scowlish]

[Brook's assertion that there's no arguing with Onni has him smirking just slightly, the barest crook up of one side of his mouth. After what feels like a lifetime of experience at raising two very obstinate children, he's not one to be trifled with in that aspect of things. And Brook reminds him too much of Lalli not to fall in that category, at least so far. Stubborn, unwilling sometimes to do what's best for him.]

Not really.

[A shrug, and he watches as Brook folds himself back up on the bench and rests his cheek on his knees. For a moment, he just looks, feeling the unexplainable urge to protect this person.]

If there's beds, why would you sleep on a bench. If you're not comfortable going into the apartments, you can use my bedroll.

[Another shrug, and he's ignoring that he himself is sleeping outdoors on a bedroll instead of in one of the apartments.]

If it's your first time sleeping in a long time, you might as well be comfortable.

[reaperrabbit]

[After considering that for a moment, Brook concedes.]

Can't argue with that.

[He closes his eyes, apparently not uncomfortable huddled up in a ball like he is.]

When you're done, then. Don't hurry. Looks like neither of us has anywhere to be.

[scowlish]

No. There's not much urgency to this place, is there?

[Onni doesn't hurry, but he doesn't dilly dally while eating the stew either. He finishes it relatively quickly, then starts packing up his supplies while Brook apparently naps on the bench.

For a moment, once he's packed up, he's tempted to just go pick Brook up and carry him to a bed, because he looks so small and like he's sleeping. But he resists the urge because it's unlikely Brook would like something like that. Brook's theme seems to be that of a rabbit, and he's got the same skittish energy as a rabbit. It's another thing that reminds him of Lalli. He can remember his Aunt Tuulikki fawning over Lalli, her soft voice calling him 'mommy's little bunny' after she hadn't seen him in some time.

Shaking off the memory, he heads over to the bench and leans over.]

Brook. It's time to go get some sleep.

[reaperrabbit]

Mnnnnh.

[He isn't quite asleep, worn out as he is. It's not so easy to pick the knack of snoozing back up, after one hundred years of doing without. He's just been dozing a little, not drifting all the way off. When Onni comes back after packing up, he doesn't need any more prompting than that to stir and unfold his scrawny limbs.]

Yeah, all right. Fine. Let's go find a room to squat in.

[Up he comes, as bleary and cranky as a toddler.]