[ it's more than contagious-- while not as intense as initially ( though that will change when they meet face to face ), Enma still has a smile brightening his bandaged face, nodding with enthusiasm at Jack's animated exclamations. it's the whole display, it's the energy that Jack is passing on to him-- it's hard, difficult to keep a straight expression at a time like that; he didn't even want to feel that other way.
and with his eyes, he tries to follow, keep up as the camera shifts and turns-- it's intense and awaiting until Jack pops into view once more, having Enma shuffle up to his feet, the view of the crammed bunk beds behind him. ]
I'm down here, but-- [ it was pretty stuffy in here, honestly speaking. he's been in here for days now-- in his world time, he's been gone for nearly a month. a change in scenery might-- no, will do him some good. ]
Can I go up?
[ while he's managed to change his gloomy aspect, more or less-- he's still the shyer type. that one timid boy who, deep down is a strong, selfless kid; that, despite the ( now smaller ) insecurities, he wanted a friend here. he only ever ( and had only recently noticed ) had but a few selected friends back in his home world. he would like to have Jack as a friend, very much, in fact-- and while that territory is still fairly new to him ( the reason why he's asking, really ), he just wanted to avoid stepping on as many toes as possible, even though in a situation such as this one, with a person such as this one, there was really nothing to step on. ]
[No toes to tread on here indeed, not in the least--Jack wouldn't have minded even on a normal day, on a day when he hasn't just spontaneously gained a brand new believer-converted-from-non. And so the question only earns another laugh and a bouncing of the feed as he easily leaps up onto a part of the rail circling the deck and balances there. All this energy and nowhere to direct it, for now, but--]
Yeah, of course you can! Even better! Loads better than those rooms, especially if you've been sleeping for awhile, like you said--
[An offhand remark, working absently off a bit of recent memory of the conversation earlier without really thinking about it, but as soon as the words are out he does remember the earlier topic (a pressingly important topic, for certain, even if the more selfish parts of him rank it infinitely below the subject at hand now)...but yes, they'll address that soon enough. They'll address it once they're both on the deck, and face to face...]
[Not to mention a simple room, even as large as they are now, probably wouldn't be enough to contain Jack entirely unscathed at the moment.]
You can come up, and we can talk! I'll be waiting right up here, so, so don't worry-- [be quick as you can] --take your time.
[ this was-- let's not lie, this was exciting. Enma's final expression to the hurried feed is a positive one, a bright one, before he fumbles with the compass enough to slip it in his pocket. there's movement, lots of movement-- the teen forgets to shut it off during the rush, thus Jack probably being greeted with shuffling darkness, the ups and downs of someone in motion.
a series of short tumbles, a heavy thud, and a soft crash all in one suddenly sound, though. ]
Ow--
[ well Jack, you've witnessed one of his infamous little falls, thanks to his very own balance ( and feet ). for a few seconds it all seems to cease, the movement-- but there's no use, how can he not rev right back up? all his shin needs is a quick rub, which comes as the sound of ruffling fabric, before the redhead sets out on a fast-walk.
the walk turns into a jog as he arrives on deck, head and body twisting around sporadically for any sign of the winter spirit. he comes to a stop around the middle of the ship, breathing heavy, but eyes darting, following up the shadow of the tallest crane. he must be up there . . . !
Enma's there, a smile just ready to break free-- it was a nice feeling, the comings of a smile, despite everything that's happened and despite where they were, here and at home ( home being the better change, the reason for his personality tweak ). i pleasant feeling that was a welcomed change compared to the hopelessness and chaos. among the differences is physically, that the video feed probably didn't catch very well at all, is a rather striking visual for one not waiting for it-- and that's the absence of his left arm, the empty sleeve of his jacket sown ( with his own hand, mind you! you can probably tell, with the quality . . . ) up to the shoulder. ]
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and with his eyes, he tries to follow, keep up as the camera shifts and turns-- it's intense and awaiting until Jack pops into view once more, having Enma shuffle up to his feet, the view of the crammed bunk beds behind him. ]
I'm down here, but-- [ it was pretty stuffy in here, honestly speaking. he's been in here for days now-- in his world time, he's been gone for nearly a month. a change in scenery might-- no, will do him some good. ]
Can I go up?
[ while he's managed to change his gloomy aspect, more or less-- he's still the shyer type. that one timid boy who, deep down is a strong, selfless kid; that, despite the ( now smaller ) insecurities, he wanted a friend here. he only ever ( and had only recently noticed ) had but a few selected friends back in his home world. he would like to have Jack as a friend, very much, in fact-- and while that territory is still fairly new to him ( the reason why he's asking, really ), he just wanted to avoid stepping on as many toes as possible, even though in a situation such as this one, with a person such as this one, there was really nothing to step on. ]
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Yeah, of course you can! Even better! Loads better than those rooms, especially if you've been sleeping for awhile, like you said--
[An offhand remark, working absently off a bit of recent memory of the conversation earlier without really thinking about it, but as soon as the words are out he does remember the earlier topic (a pressingly important topic, for certain, even if the more selfish parts of him rank it infinitely below the subject at hand now)...but yes, they'll address that soon enough. They'll address it once they're both on the deck, and face to face...]
[Not to mention a simple room, even as large as they are now, probably wouldn't be enough to contain Jack entirely unscathed at the moment.]
You can come up, and we can talk! I'll be waiting right up here, so, so don't worry-- [be quick as you can] --take your time.
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[ this was-- let's not lie, this was exciting. Enma's final expression to the hurried feed is a positive one, a bright one, before he fumbles with the compass enough to slip it in his pocket. there's movement, lots of movement-- the teen forgets to shut it off during the rush, thus Jack probably being greeted with shuffling darkness, the ups and downs of someone in motion.
a series of short tumbles, a heavy thud, and a soft crash all in one suddenly sound, though. ]
Ow--
[ well Jack, you've witnessed one of his infamous little falls, thanks to his very own balance ( and feet ). for a few seconds it all seems to cease, the movement-- but there's no use, how can he not rev right back up? all his shin needs is a quick rub, which comes as the sound of ruffling fabric, before the redhead sets out on a fast-walk.
the walk turns into a jog as he arrives on deck, head and body twisting around sporadically for any sign of the winter spirit. he comes to a stop around the middle of the ship, breathing heavy, but eyes darting, following up the shadow of the tallest crane. he must be up there . . . !
Enma's there, a smile just ready to break free-- it was a nice feeling, the comings of a smile, despite everything that's happened and despite where they were, here and at home ( home being the better change, the reason for his personality tweak ). i pleasant feeling that was a welcomed change compared to the hopelessness and chaos. among the differences is physically, that the video feed probably didn't catch very well at all, is a rather striking visual for one not waiting for it-- and that's the absence of his left arm, the empty sleeve of his jacket sown ( with his own hand, mind you! you can probably tell, with the quality . . . ) up to the shoulder. ]