[After the weekend, Kaveh is going to do his best to come find Eiden to spend time with him!!! He is not a cute snake, but he will do his best to keep him company and cheer him up.
Except then there is PIG and Eiden gets to have this memory.]
[ you know, eiden was really trying to start the week out right and the minute he sees kaveh, he really does think that hey! this week is gonna be great!
except they get equal amounts of pig'd. the memory that slams into eiden's mind is something that he didn't quite expect, but that picks up on a chat he and kaveh had a while ago. he remembers the name, sachin. eiden is no philosopher, he's no scholar, but he can follow the line of thinking, and there's a faint smile that curls at the corner of his mouth. ]
Hah. Three times... he's a weird guy.
[ there's something that's almost apologetic for seeing something that feels... kind of personal. a conversation of varying ideologies somehow still coming together, not in a sense of clashing, but in a sense of sharing, even if there is no agreement. ]
But it sounds like you two have an understanding of each other... he... it sounds like he did a bit of digging for you, huh.
[ just a hunch. the mention of kaveh's father, the somber turn. ]
It's truly so disorienting, getting thrust into someone's head. He watches Eiden's life play out before him, lives through all the emotions--the anger, the pain, the hurt--in the span of a few seconds, and it takes him a moment to catch his breath as he does.
There's a complicated twist of emotions, after experiencing all that; his heart aches for everything Eiden's been through, even though he understands, in many ways. But there's a warmth there, too--a fondness, and a sense of relief, knowing that Eiden has people who care for him. He already knew that, of course, but it's nice to see it confirmed.
But--ah. Eiden's asking about his memory, so he draws his attention back, and grimaces.]
More like he happened upon it while pursuing his own interests. That man never does anything if it doesn't benefit himself in some way.
[But there's something ever-so-slightly insincere about his tone; a bit like he's saying it because he thinks he should, more than anything else.]
...But I did appreciate it. We didn't have answers about what happened to him, my mother and I. Even if it took twenty years... it's good to understand a little more.
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Week 4, Monday
Except then there is PIG and Eiden gets to have this memory.]
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except they get equal amounts of pig'd. the memory that slams into eiden's mind is something that he didn't quite expect, but that picks up on a chat he and kaveh had a while ago. he remembers the name, sachin. eiden is no philosopher, he's no scholar, but he can follow the line of thinking, and there's a faint smile that curls at the corner of his mouth. ]
Hah. Three times... he's a weird guy.
[ there's something that's almost apologetic for seeing something that feels... kind of personal. a conversation of varying ideologies somehow still coming together, not in a sense of clashing, but in a sense of sharing, even if there is no agreement. ]
But it sounds like you two have an understanding of each other... he... it sounds like he did a bit of digging for you, huh.
[ just a hunch. the mention of kaveh's father, the somber turn. ]
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It's truly so disorienting, getting thrust into someone's head. He watches Eiden's life play out before him, lives through all the emotions--the anger, the pain, the hurt--in the span of a few seconds, and it takes him a moment to catch his breath as he does.
There's a complicated twist of emotions, after experiencing all that; his heart aches for everything Eiden's been through, even though he understands, in many ways. But there's a warmth there, too--a fondness, and a sense of relief, knowing that Eiden has people who care for him. He already knew that, of course, but it's nice to see it confirmed.
But--ah. Eiden's asking about his memory, so he draws his attention back, and grimaces.]
More like he happened upon it while pursuing his own interests. That man never does anything if it doesn't benefit himself in some way.
[But there's something ever-so-slightly insincere about his tone; a bit like he's saying it because he thinks he should, more than anything else.]
...But I did appreciate it. We didn't have answers about what happened to him, my mother and I. Even if it took twenty years... it's good to understand a little more.