[ naturally, Zara is an extremely light sleeper, especially with everything on his mind in Cerealia. He's sitting at a desk in his room, browsing through his phone with rapt attention. The future certainly makes it easy to learn things - easy when you're halfway asleep since it's three in the morning. Eventually, he becomes a little thirsty, and so, he gets up to get a glass of water from the bathroom sink.
What happens next is exactly what everyone who walks into the bathroom at 3AM hopes doesn't happen: there's a hideous figure floating in the mirror when he sees it out of the corne of his eye, and it screams before he does - ear-piercingly, and quite literally. Zara's delicate rabbit ears burn up in agony, and he grips them desperately, knees buckling. Then it all disappears.
Almost literally. The pain smolders, but there's no sound, and no ghost, either. ]
What...? [ is what he says, he's sure, but he hears nothing. So he says again, louder: ] What in the world?!
[ anyone else, you may be woken up by Zara shouting. ]
phase iii
[ did you come to the hospital to have your unusual new problem looked at? or maybe you just happened to get punched in the face on top of everything else? No worries, Zara is here for you. Kind of.
Being deaf doesn't actually affect his ability to heal people, but it does affect his general mood, as well as his patience. Especially his patience. When your cute bunny-eared nurse comes to your room, it'll be with backturned ears and a whiteboard in hand. "What's wrong" is written in an elegant cursive script at the top, and he will hand it to you with nothing more than a tired look. ]
purgatory
[ whether he lived or died is irrelevant (he lived, for the record), because there is a much more pressing issue here. The gift bag is not enough to make up for the humiliation he's facing right now. Mostly because none of it is anything he can cover himself up with.
Suffice to say that Zara is currently crouching in a bush with just his head and ears poking out of the top and looking very, very red. Even he has limits on the kinds of shame he can endure, and being in public in something so frilly and pink is way over that limit. ]
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[ naturally, Zara is an extremely light sleeper, especially with everything on his mind in Cerealia. He's sitting at a desk in his room, browsing through his phone with rapt attention. The future certainly makes it easy to learn things - easy when you're halfway asleep since it's three in the morning. Eventually, he becomes a little thirsty, and so, he gets up to get a glass of water from the bathroom sink.
What happens next is exactly what everyone who walks into the bathroom at 3AM hopes doesn't happen: there's a hideous figure floating in the mirror when he sees it out of the corne of his eye, and it screams before he does - ear-piercingly, and quite literally. Zara's delicate rabbit ears burn up in agony, and he grips them desperately, knees buckling. Then it all disappears.
Almost literally. The pain smolders, but there's no sound, and no ghost, either. ]
What...? [ is what he says, he's sure, but he hears nothing. So he says again, louder: ] What in the world?!
[ anyone else, you may be woken up by Zara shouting. ]
phase iii
[ did you come to the hospital to have your unusual new problem looked at? or maybe you just happened to get punched in the face on top of everything else? No worries, Zara is here for you. Kind of.
Being deaf doesn't actually affect his ability to heal people, but it does affect his general mood, as well as his patience. Especially his patience. When your cute bunny-eared nurse comes to your room, it'll be with backturned ears and a whiteboard in hand. "What's wrong" is written in an elegant cursive script at the top, and he will hand it to you with nothing more than a tired look. ]
purgatory
[ whether he lived or died is irrelevant (he lived, for the record), because there is a much more pressing issue here. The gift bag is not enough to make up for the humiliation he's facing right now. Mostly because none of it is anything he can cover himself up with.
Suffice to say that Zara is currently crouching in a bush with just his head and ears poking out of the top and looking very, very red. Even he has limits on the kinds of shame he can endure, and being in public in something so frilly and pink is way over that limit. ]
... Please. Can anyone spare me a coat?