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[lingeringwill]

Terra Mason


It's Terra. You can leave me a message. Actually, maybe you should just pop in and say hi, because I don't really check my messages that often. Oops. Sorry.

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[fiddlestick]

I wish. I can't believe I did it.

[though lbr, Elliot "yelling" is about the same as as someone raising their voice slightly]

[lingeringwill]

Tell me it wasn't your boyfriend, Elliot...

[fiddlestick]

O-Oh no, it wasn't. Eren and I are fine.

[They had a fight this month but they worked it out!! And without Elliot yelling]

It was this guy who keeps showing up in my memories. Apparently we were friends, and we've been talking, but... I don't know how to describe it.

[lingeringwill]

Mm...[He lifts his pen, briefly chewing on the cap...]

Was he being mean to you or something?

[fiddlestick]

Not exactly... more...disinterested?

[He frowns]

It's stupid, really. I'm not even sure who was more frustrated at: him, myself, or Retrospec.

[lingeringwill]

You're upset that he doesn't care about you, even though you're significant in his other life?

[Pokes Elliot's hand with his pen.]

That it?

[fiddlestick]

N-Not just that...

[A pause]

You know how when you get memories, there'll sometimes be feelings with them? Well, there's this group this guy's apart of in that other life. When I get memories of them, they feel important. Like I really want to see them again. I thought if I did, if I found them in this life, I'd feel something but...

[...]

I don't. He feels like a complete stranger.

1/2

[lingeringwill]

[Terra's gaze drifts upward, and he stares into the ceiling as he decides what exactly it is he should say here. It's complicated. This other life bullshit is always complicated. The feeling of incompleteness, having feelings for people you don't even know...A gentle touch, for a gentle boy...]

2/2

[lingeringwill]

Fuck 'em.

[fiddlestick]

[Wow. What touch. So gentle]

H-Huh??

[lingeringwill]

Allow me to repeat for you, Elliot.

[Wags the pen in Elliot's face.]

Fuck. That. Guy. Then.

Pardon my french.

[fiddlestick]

Y-Your French isn't good...

[Just saying man]

[lingeringwill]

[LAUGHS.]

Good one Elliot, but seriously, just because your memories tell you that he's important, doesn't mean that he's important to you.

You and that other Elliot...You're different people. So what if they were friends? So what if sometimes you feel like you "should" be close to him? We're all different people.

So fuck him. You have Eren. You have me. You have Minako. You don't have to put up with that guy just because your "Memories" tell you so.

[fiddlestick]

[He pauses.]

...Unless Retrospec sends us back to those other worlds once they're done fixing them.

[He admits it, the real root of the problem. It's not just having trouble getting along with Rean. It's the idea he could be sent to live a life he doesn't want that's really getting to him.]

Do you think they'll do that?

[lingeringwill]

[Terra's hand is on Elliot's shoulder before he can do so much as blink. He gives a reassuring squeeze, smiling.]

Ain't no way I'm letting them take my favorite intern away from me.

No matter what happens, we're us now. All of those people in the "fixed" worlds can stay the same, but we're our only selves now. The other Elliot, Terra, they had their shot. These are our lives, and we're not going anywhere we don't want to go, okay?

[And the smile fades into something a little more serious––yeah, this is something that Terra himself had been thinking about a lot. Recolle is too important. It's his home, real or fake. These people are his friends, real or fake. The other Terra had friends too, but that doesn't mean he's willing to give up his life for that.]

I'll make sure of it.

[fiddlestick]

[He'll glance over when he feels at that hand at the shoulder. Even if Elliot still worries, there's something reassuring in Terra's words- in the conviction of his voice. It's a bit like listening to his brother- comforting.

So, it manages to get a bit of a touched smile out of him. He's thankful, really.]

Okay ... Thank you. [He means it] I-I'd like to lead the life I want to lead.

[That said...]

But...favorite intern, huh? S-Sure you don't say that to every intern?

[lingeringwill]

[Like the flip of a switch, Terra's usual shit-eating grin returns in an attempt to lighten the mood back up. He pats Elliot's head, now.]

Only the cute ones.

[fiddlestick]

[MAKES A FACE]

C'mon, not the cute thing again...

[THATS EMBARRASSING]

[lingeringwill]

[Pats him on the cheek just for good measure.]

I'll stop calling you cute when you grow a beard.

[fiddlestick]

[It's a super soft cheek. Baby cheek]

H-hey that's not fair-!

You don't have a beard!

[lingeringwill]

I could if I wanted to though.

Can you say the same, Elliot. [Patpat.]

Can you?

[fiddlestick]

W-Well....I've grown a few hairs?

[Tiny ginger hairs]

[lingeringwill]

They only count if they're hairs on your face, Elliot.

[fiddlestick]

[Oh dear god-]

Th-That's what I meant! Terra!

[lingeringwill]

[A playful shove!! What a dork.]

Yeah, yeah...

So, do I have to kick this guy's ass, or...?