[ Maybe the slow blink isn't the reaction Ginger expects after telling Tatara to shut up, but it's the one he gets.
After enough pushback, he gets the hint. He can only do so much to convince a person one way or another, but he can't control them. If Ginger refuses, if Ginger fights back, then he knows that pushing him will (probably) only make it worse. He's said his piece. Whatever Ginger does next is on him. ]
...Okay.
[ Whether it's an admission of defeat or confirmation that he will be there isn't exactly clear.
Either way, he smiles, tilts his head, and thinks about why Ginger must've come to visit. ]
[ That placid smile on his face—it's hard to tell if it means anything. ]
I'm touched, though. I appreciate you checking in on me. [ After a pause, he looks at the few pieces of sugar in his palm, then tosses them into his mouth. He lets them dissolve on his tongue as he finishes his thought: ] Your sugar will help me put me back on my feet in no time!
He really, really - reallyreallyreallyreally - wants to punch him or shake him. He won’t - for now. Instead he stands and tugs Tatara’s blanket up and over his head, hands rough as he shoves the other man down after. ]
[ Tatara isn't expecting this! It happens so fast—before he knows it, he's being manhandled back into his blankets, forcibly tucked in and made to rest.
After a moment of staring at him, he chuckles softly, and melts into his couch. ]
[ Yeah, yeah, he’s literally just going to plug his ears with his fingers. He doesn’t even find himself a seat, leaning back against the nearest wall. He won’t stay that long anyway.
Until he sees Tatara resting with his own mismatched eyes. That’s it. That’s all. ]
[ For a few moments afterwards, Tatara just peeks out from the top of his blankets at Ginger. Even though he gets no acknowledgement in return, he smiles up at him with his eyes.
Buuut, he'll do as he's told. Soon his eyes slip shut, and it's not long before he's breathing quietly, slowly, in his sleep. ]
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After enough pushback, he gets the hint. He can only do so much to convince a person one way or another, but he can't control them. If Ginger refuses, if Ginger fights back, then he knows that pushing him will (probably) only make it worse. He's said his piece. Whatever Ginger does next is on him. ]
...Okay.
[ Whether it's an admission of defeat or confirmation that he will be there isn't exactly clear.
Either way, he smiles, tilts his head, and thinks about why Ginger must've come to visit. ]
Were you worried about me?
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Are you seriously asking that.
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Yeah.
[ That placid smile on his face—it's hard to tell if it means anything. ]
I'm touched, though. I appreciate you checking in on me. [ After a pause, he looks at the few pieces of sugar in his palm, then tosses them into his mouth. He lets them dissolve on his tongue as he finishes his thought: ] Your sugar will help me put me back on my feet in no time!
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[ Ginger can’t with this man.
He really, really - reallyreallyreallyreally - wants to punch him or shake him. He won’t - for now. Instead he stands and tugs Tatara’s blanket up and over his head, hands rough as he shoves the other man down after. ]
So. Rest. I’m gonna stay here until you sleep.
[ He doesn’t trust Tatara. ]
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[ Tatara isn't expecting this! It happens so fast—before he knows it, he's being manhandled back into his blankets, forcibly tucked in and made to rest.
After a moment of staring at him, he chuckles softly, and melts into his couch. ]
You're so kind, Ginger.
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Until he sees Tatara resting with his own mismatched eyes. That’s it. That’s all. ]
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Buuut, he'll do as he's told. Soon his eyes slip shut, and it's not long before he's breathing quietly, slowly, in his sleep. ]