Aventurine gives a near petulant grumble for Ratio's noncommital response, not really making words. He huffs, being a menace by sending a puff of air directly at the Doctor's neck.
Maybe he shouldn't mess with the guy carrying him. He's too tired to heed that advice.
(Thank you for not throwing the Aventurine, he is very fragile right now lmao)
The steady movement of the doctor's steps stalls to a stop upon exiting the elevator. Hmm...? Did he forget the way? That's not like him...
"Doc...?" There's a long moment of silence after his question, and Aventurine pries his eyes open to try and get a look at his face. Everything's so...blurry and unsteady, though...not to mention the angle makes it difficult to get a read on the man's expression, what might be going through that overactive mind of his. Are his shoulders going tense...?
Was it...bad...?
Before he can get his sluggish mind to figure out how to ask further, they're moving again, and the moment had passed. Huh...
"New...song...?" he murmurs, already lulled by the steady sway of Ratio's steps again. If he were any more lucid, he would find that answer frustratingly vague and...a tad silly. Since when did Ratio get interested in music...? As it is, however, he finds himself sleepily wondering what sort of song would catch Veritas Ratio's interest so captivatingly he'd think to mention it now...
It seems he gets the privilege of finding out. He's...Ratio's...singing...?
Aventurine would never admit it aloud, but the Doctor's voice had always been...calming to him. The passion of his lectures, his sure focus on all things he deemed worthy of his attention and study...it was reassuring, to bask in that focus, to listen to what his friend Ratio found interesting enough to talk about for literal hours, even if Aventurine didn't understand all of it...
That same, reassuring, trusted voice? Singing? Aventurine doesn't stand a change staying awake, here.
His eyes close as he listens, feeling the rumble of Ratio's voice through the other's back, in his own thin chest, calming his heartbeat with the rising and falling of an indeed beautiful melody, soothing his aching mind and body. He's not heard this song before. It's nice...
At some point, Aventurine kind of...huddles closer to the warmth and comfort Ratio offers (accidental or not), his overheated forehead nestling into the crook of the man's neck, his arms tightening for a moment before going completely relaxed. Ratio should sing more... he distantly muses. The humming might as well be a lullaby for how well it works to calm the gambler down, so much so he drifts off to sleep right there and then, his breathing growing deep and slow.
Aventurine is out like a light before Ratio even reaches the end of his hummed chorus.
The good news is that Ratio managed to finally get a manic insomniac to sleep!
The bad news is said sleeping manic insomniac is not conscious to badge open the door. Maybe if he tugged on Aventurine's arm with the badge on its wrist, it would flop toward the censor...?
Ok same here, but at least this yapper has an excuse: sneepy
Maybe he shouldn't mess with the guy carrying him. He's too tired to heed that advice.
(Thank you for not throwing the Aventurine, he is very fragile right now lmao)
The steady movement of the doctor's steps stalls to a stop upon exiting the elevator. Hmm...? Did he forget the way? That's not like him...
"Doc...?" There's a long moment of silence after his question, and Aventurine pries his eyes open to try and get a look at his face. Everything's so...blurry and unsteady, though...not to mention the angle makes it difficult to get a read on the man's expression, what might be going through that overactive mind of his. Are his shoulders going tense...?
Was it...bad...?
Before he can get his sluggish mind to figure out how to ask further, they're moving again, and the moment had passed. Huh...
"New...song...?" he murmurs, already lulled by the steady sway of Ratio's steps again. If he were any more lucid, he would find that answer frustratingly vague and...a tad silly. Since when did Ratio get interested in music...? As it is, however, he finds himself sleepily wondering what sort of song would catch Veritas Ratio's interest so captivatingly he'd think to mention it now...
It seems he gets the privilege of finding out. He's...Ratio's...singing...?
Aventurine would never admit it aloud, but the Doctor's voice had always been...calming to him. The passion of his lectures, his sure focus on all things he deemed worthy of his attention and study...it was reassuring, to bask in that focus, to listen to what
his friendRatio found interesting enough to talk about for literal hours, even if Aventurine didn't understand all of it...That same, reassuring, trusted voice? Singing? Aventurine doesn't stand a change staying awake, here.
His eyes close as he listens, feeling the rumble of Ratio's voice through the other's back, in his own thin chest, calming his heartbeat with the rising and falling of an indeed beautiful melody, soothing his aching mind and body. He's not heard this song before. It's nice...
At some point, Aventurine kind of...huddles closer to the warmth and comfort Ratio offers (accidental or not), his overheated forehead nestling into the crook of the man's neck, his arms tightening for a moment before going completely relaxed. Ratio should sing more... he distantly muses. The humming might as well be a lullaby for how well it works to calm the gambler down, so much so he drifts off to sleep right there and then, his breathing growing deep and slow.
Aventurine is out like a light before Ratio even reaches the end of his hummed chorus.
The good news is that Ratio managed to finally get a manic insomniac to sleep!
The bad news is said sleeping manic insomniac is not conscious to badge open the door. Maybe if he tugged on Aventurine's arm with the badge on its wrist, it would flop toward the censor...?