[Varian had pretty quickly begun to lose his grip on time, here. It had only been a week to the day since his execution, yet it feels like it's been much longer than that. A lot had happened in the interim- breaking apart with and then later reconciling with Rina, the haunting in the forest, assisting LP in bringing Nana briefly to the limbo between the living and the dead. He still isn't fully sure he understands how they were able to do that, or what Nana bight be able to do for them, but...he trusts her. He knew from the moment he met her that her intentions were genuine, and the only thing they can really do is hope.
Hope...
Varian's daily routine hadn't changed much since he died. He spent most of his time in the rooms he visited in life, very rarely passing through the cafeteria simply because he's just terrible at remembering to feed himself. Not that it matters a whole lot, considering, but...he tries to visit anyway just on princeple. He's tinkering with the car again today, mostly just doing basic maintenance because it's a project that keeps his hands and mind busy when the latter wants to wander, when he spots something out of the corner of his eye. A figure, sitting on the edge of the stage.
He freezes, immediately feeling his body rush cold because he hasn't been allowing himself to even entertain the idea that anyone new could be showing up here any time soon. He knows it would have to be now- the timing is right for it, given their track record- he just...doesn't want to believe it.
He even less wants to believe that who he's seeing up there is actually real.]
...D...
[Ah...he's shaking. And the wrench he'd been carrying is unceremoniously dropped, sure to make a loud enough clatter to alert anyone to his presence, even if he wasn't doing a very good job of like...hiding to begin with.
It will sink in, but for this brief moment...he can't move. Can't comprehend it (he's not in the dorm, which means someone...) because there's no way.]
I hope you're ready to be REALLY SAD
Hope...
Varian's daily routine hadn't changed much since he died. He spent most of his time in the rooms he visited in life, very rarely passing through the cafeteria simply because he's just terrible at remembering to feed himself. Not that it matters a whole lot, considering, but...he tries to visit anyway just on princeple. He's tinkering with the car again today, mostly just doing basic maintenance because it's a project that keeps his hands and mind busy when the latter wants to wander, when he spots something out of the corner of his eye. A figure, sitting on the edge of the stage.
He freezes, immediately feeling his body rush cold because he hasn't been allowing himself to even entertain the idea that anyone new could be showing up here any time soon. He knows it would have to be now- the timing is right for it, given their track record- he just...doesn't want to believe it.
He even less wants to believe that who he's seeing up there is actually real.]
...D...
[Ah...he's shaking. And the wrench he'd been carrying is unceremoniously dropped, sure to make a loud enough clatter to alert anyone to his presence, even if he wasn't doing a very good job of like...hiding to begin with.
It will sink in, but for this brief moment...he can't move. Can't comprehend it (he's not in the dorm, which means someone...) because there's no way.]