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WHO: Not!Soundwave and everyone who wants to slam into him.
WHERE: Wavehaus!
WHEN: Anytime during the week after Shockwave dragged him home (i.e. since Monday)
WARNINGS: Eh.
SUMMARY: Look at that guy you rescued, now look back at Soundwave. Now back to the guy, now back at Soundwave. Sadly he isn't Soundwave, but he could smell like Soun-- wait nevermind.
FORMAT: Words with optional braket accessories.

If there was some small measure of comfort that could be gleaned from all this, it was that there was something oddly nostalgic about having a concussion.

He'd only achieved awareness in fits and starts at first, during the flight, just enough to demand to Shockwave that there be no hospitals and no healers. Even the experience of arriving at the man's apartment had been scattered and confusing, and apart from the somewhat surreal first impression of meeting Shockwave's roommate and their... pets... the only thing that he remembered clearly was that he'd fallen asleep on the very first bed-like surface that had been presented to him. Deep, real, human sleep.

Apparently he'd slept for a good long while, because by the time he awoke the sun was up, his head had been bandaged, and his mind was a great deal clearer. Granted, that only left him at best where he'd been immediately after being re-imPorted, and that was a mess that would take much more than a bandage and a nap to fix.

That... that was going to take a lot of very careful thought; and, for now, some distance between himself and his friends. And in that light, he hoped he'd be allowed to stay here. Shockwave may not know it, but he occupied for him a relatively comfortable sphere between an acquaintance and stranger, and as for Shockwave's friendship with Kiryu... well, if it came to that, Kiryu did strike him a man who could keep a secret. Besides, he wasn't exactly keen on the idea of trying to thrust out on his own in this city while still recovering from a minor traumatic brain injury.

So, for now, he would stay.

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Even based on his very limited prior acquaintance with the man, it hadn't taken much for Bruno to work out that the one who'd carefully tended to him and changed his bedding had probably not been Shockwave; more likely it had been that red-haired woman he'd seen briefly. He'd almost immediately resolved to thank her the very next time he saw her, not only for the first aid, but also for the food that had been left for him. Waking up starvingly hungry was an especially unpleasant sensation when you... well... had never actually been what you'd call "hungry" before, at least not in living memory.

In any case, Giselle would be pleased to find the next time she visited the room that her injured guest was now very much awake, alert, and even wearing a fresh change of clothes (courtesy of Shockwave, surprisingly enough.)

Her voice entered first, as was normal for her; with the sun out and the grocers ever-so-kind, she couldn't help but sing a little. And everyone else seemed partial to humming the tune along with her as she went, which was always so pleasant and made it impossible to frown! It was those times where her cares were furthest away, and even with arms heavy with fresh food, she felt she could float along the sidewalk, up those steps, and inside.

The song was cut by a delighted giggle as the animals gave their usual mob-like greeting at the door, and time was spent giving attention to each in turn, complimenting, thanking, and otherwise regarding each as though she'd just come across old friends (but they were new friends). These were the ones who knew her at her loneliest, shared her not-very-secret secrets, and kept tears at bay. Such sweet creatures, all of them.

Giselle padded barefoot through the house, beginning a fresh habit of peeking into the room where the sleeping guest stayed - just in case - and nearly dropped the groceries in surprise when she realized (halfway to the kitchen by then) he had been awake.

"Oh-!"

There was a great deal of rustling and hustling as she made to get rid of her load in the proper room before racing back to that doorway, catching the frame to halt her and keep her from sliding on her heels. As she caught her breath, she could see, very plainly, he was up. And the biggest, brightest smile to ever grace the house (since her last one) broke across her face.

"Oh, you're awake!"

Well, speak of the devil. Bruno's ears pricked up when he heard the door open and shut accompanied by a woman's singing voice, and decided that (unless Shockwave had any more excitable female roommates he'd declined to mention) that must be her.

He let her be for the time being though, since she seemed fairly absorbed with talking with the little gaggle of animals that sounded as though they'd mobbed the door when she came in. In the meantime he went back to sitting on the edge of the bed examining a small cut on his knuckle and trying to wrack his still-fuzzy memories of last night to recall just how he'd gotten it.

He was in the middle of theorizing whether he'd sliced it on the teeth of the one kid he'd managed to punch in the jaw when he caught sight of the woman fluttering cheerfully past the door out of the corner of his eye. He decided to take that as a cue to get up, have a very careful stretch, and set out to follow her over to wherever she--

And then suddenly she was right there back in the doorway smiling at him like he was the most wonderful thing to ever appear on this earth. He did an admirable job of looking slightly less bewildered than he really was.

"Um... yes," he answered stupidly.

The faltering reply might as well have been the most gallant declaration in the world for how Giselle beamed, clasping her hands tightly against her breast and giggling out a sigh of relief.

"I'm so glad!" she declared, bouncing up on the balls of her feet. It was barely half a second when a little common sense struck her and she gasped, darting into the room and to his side, her hands out and hovering. "Oh! But please don't move too fast! It could make you dizzy and you could fall. Please, sit! I can get you whatever you need. Are you hungry? Or thirsty? I just bought the yummiest oranges today - you can have as many as you like! Oh, oh goodness, it's so good that you're awake!"

... Well.

At first Bruno didn't really react at all besides staring at her a little uncomprehendingly. He waited until she seemed to be done in order to cut in, as though interrupting her in the middle of her piece would just make her start the sequence all over again.

"I... feel alright enough to stand by now, I think. But, thank you," he said, while (as clandestinely as possible) smoothing the band-aid he had peeled up back down over the cut on his knuckle before she noticed he'd been fiddling with it.

It went unheeded, a gesture she caught but a little too late, and all she noted was a bandage that had done its job good and proper. Despite his assurances, she shook her head at his words. "No, no, not yet," she insisted. "You have to sit up for a while before you stand, otherwise you'll get dizzy and fall over. Sit for a little while! I can bring you what you need. What would you like?"

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and then he was kissed awake by yuusei and giselle was very confused

spends days trying to find storybooks to adhere to what she witnesses in real life

and the closest she can find is the epic of gilgamesh

wonders where the pictures are

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