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WHO: Yoite & Open
WHERE: A park somewhere.
WHEN: Sunday, January 30th, early afternoon-ish.
WARNINGS: None, unless you count excessive amounts of emo.
SUMMARY: Yoite is trying to live a normal life, really...
FORMAT: Para!

For Yoite, returning to the City had been something of an emotional roller coaster, with more downs than up. He tried really, yet found himself in old haunts when left to himself, sitting for hours on the roof of Awesome Base, wandering parks and bad neighborhoods, drifting around the walls of churches. He had been able to accept his death as it was, but being back... No, he couldn't accept life, like this. The sort of suffering he'd put his friends through... The sort of suffering they were surely to be put through again thanks to his powers making him deteriorate, a slow death, but a promise of a short life either way. Especially since he refused to seek out any healers.

Death, had been easy. Even if he would've preferred erasure, something that would've left no trace of him at all, death had been better than continuing making memories, continuing being confused. He was supposed to only need Miharu and Yukimi, but without them here, his support was Lyra, the people at Awesome Base, the network, until he was so confused about what he was supposed to be doing that he barely remembered his starting point any more.

Sitting on a bench in a small, quiet park, he curled into a ball, hands at the side of his head, gripping into dark hair, holding tightly.

He didn't know what he felt. Maybe he didn't feel anything at all.

Maybe it was just his thoughts and not any feelings at all, how was he supposed to tell? All these useless feelings and thoughts, he was supposed to have thrown them away a long time ago, but the City had destroyed the peace he'd felt as he was fading away next to Miharu, had destroyed the comfort in believing that no one would remember him. Even if no one in his home world did any more, people here did, records of his existence on the network... No. No, he decided that this time, simply dying would not be sufficient.

Surely, among all the people who had been pulled here, there were people able to erase any trace of him on the network, and people who could erase or rewrite people's memories, so that there would be no trace of him left. There just had to be a way.

It was just a matter of finding it and then finding the weakness of those people.

A matter of knowing how to force them to do as he wished them to.

"Surely... Somehow..." He said, more to himself than to anyone else, staying in his curled up position, watching some birds search for food not too far off. He just had to be patient, keep his eyes open for anyone with powers that seemed like they could be useful.

And try to act as normal as possible during that time.

He had fooled Yukimi, long ago. Then surely, he could trick people here too. It was for their own good anyone, for him to disappear, to not remember. To make sure that 'Yoite' had never existed here either.

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Lyra had been planning to go to the park to have fun. However, all such thoughts were chased out of her mind when she saw Yoite, curled up on a park bench, and that painful, tender, warm feeling in her chest rose up again, and she sat down beside him.

Watching that memory had made conversations with Yoite so difficult- it was hard to talk to him without screaming at him that his family was wrong, he wasn't a monster, and he deserved to be happy just like everyone else.

But she knew that wouldn't get anywhere, and would involve explaining just how much she'd spied into his past, and Lyra knew that would hurt him.

So she sighed as Pantalaimon nestled onto her lap, letting her thoughts wander a bit before she cleared her throat.

"Yoite- I brought some breadcrumbs, if you want to feed the birds?"

The footsteps were recognized, so Yoite didn't get too jumpy when Lyra joined him. In fact, he straightened back out, sitting up properly rather than curled into a ball, and looked over at her. He could tell there was something on her mind-- In fact, something seemed to have been on her mind for quite some time now. But he didn't ask, because he doubted he'd get a straight answer from her even if he did.

He didn't say anything as she sat there, thinking to herself it seemed, and he tried to keep his expression as neutral as he possibly could, rather than troubled like it had been just a few minutes ago, though it was difficult, considering just the type of thoughts he'd had.

"Ah-- Yeah..." He said, with a nod.

Having something to do should help clear his mind, at least for a little bit.

Lyra fished the bag of breadcrumbs out from her coat, and set it between them, flashing Yoite a genuine smile as she scattered some crumbs out the ground, making an odd chirping noise that utterly failed at sounding anything like a bird, but did attract succeed in getting the birds attention. Or maybe the food did that.

Yoite arched an eyebrow at the sound, but then turned his attention to the birds, picking up some of the breadcrumbs in his hand, but instead of scattering them on the ground, leaned forward, holding his hand down to the level of the birds, waiting for them to come over to him.

These birds were used to being fed by humans, and not all that scared, skittish, but hungry enough to take food when it was being given to them, so surely enough, of the ones not pecking on the ground for the crumbs Lyra had scattered, one brave bird approached, and began eating from his hand, followed by a second one, once it'd seen that it was safe.

Yoite just kept still, watching them, not wanting to scare them off.

What a gentle person Yoite was, to be able to feed birds like that, Lyra thought, as she and Pantalaimon held still, admiring him.

It was lucky, Lyra thought distantly, that most animals reacted to her daemon the way they did to a human, as opposed to how they would to a predator, before turning her attention back to Yoite.

Yoite allowed the birds to eat, a third one approaching now, the first one hopping up onto his hand now. He didn't think much of that he was able to do this though, considering how many people fed birds here, and they weren't really afraid of humans any more, as long as one didn't make any abrupt movements or really tried to scare them off.

Once there were no more breadcrumbs in his hand though, the birds hopped off elsewhere, and Yoite straightened back up, sighing softly, before looking over at Lyra, and then tilting his head to the side.

"You... That's really amazing!" Lyra said, looking up at Yoite with the same admiration as her daemon as she scattered some more breadcrumbs.

"I don't think I'd ever be able to do something like that," she told him, smiling easily. For all that she could worry about Yoite... somehow, it was easy to be happy when he was around.

"The birds here aren't too afraid of humans... So it's not, really..." Yoite replied quietly. Anyone could do it, with enough patience. Even Lyra, it shouldn't be too much of a problem, as long as she kept as still as she had when he had been feeding them.

"Here..." He said, picking up some crumbs and then taking a gentle hold of her hand, putting the crumbs into her hand and then, holding onto her hand still, put his other lightly on her back, guiding her to lean forward and extend her hand, and then sat still, waiting for birds to approach.

And surely enough, it didn't take too long before one approached.

"Yoite-" Lyra leaned forward, holding as still as she could, biting her lip to keep herself from trembling as the bird approached. Pantalaimon had gone still as well, his eyes wide and watching.

The bird hopped forward, until it perched on her fingers, and Lyra eyed it with awe.

Yoite held still as the bird began eating, followed by a second one. Normally this would be being too close to someone, but for now it was ok, since he had something else to focus on, watching the birds closely as they ate, hopping off once they were done, and Yoite straightened back up, letting go of her hand, scooting to the side to make some distance between them again, as he still did prefer keeping some distance.

Especially now after he'd died- He liked keeping his distance even more now. It just felt... Strange. Being around others, with the people he could consider friends, when he was supposed to be dead.

Lyra didn't take her eyes off the birds either, although Pantalaimon shot a few glances at Yoite. Moments like this were things to be treasured.

Once the birds hopped off, Lyra turned to Yoite, and leaned back a little bit on the bench. As much as she wanted to hug her friend at times like now, she knew it would probably upset him.

Instead, she smiled brightly, "Thank you, Yoite!"

Yoite blinked, looking a little confused. He didn't think he'd done anything that he needed to be thanked for- He was just proving a point really, that anyone could make the birds here feed from their hand, since the birds no longer had too much of a fear of humans. So many people fed them daily, so it wasn't strange that they didn't mind people so much any more as long as one didn't make any quick movements to scare them off.

"Ah- It was nothing..." He said, looking away then, curling up on the bench again, shuddering a little. Even if his clothing was thick, cold had a tendency to seep in anyway, no matter what he did.

"Are you cold? I saw a stand that was selling hot drinks not too far from here, if you want something to warm you up," Lyra told him. She wouldn't object to one herself, either.

"I'm not." Yoite replied, head rested against his knees as he looked over at her. He was a little bit, but didn't want to worry her- He wasn't too cold anyway, compared to what he was used to. Not being sick had its advantages, being able to keep warm for the most part being one of them, even if he still was thin enough to get cold where others would feel warm. He didn't think something warm to drink would help anyway.

"If you are, you should return to the house." He added then, not wanting her to sit out and freeze alongside him. No reason for them both to be cold after all, and Lyra, unlike him, didn't have the same need to be left alone most of the time.

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Let's just assume this was before Mytho sucked her funnybone out.

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