ficlets100 - number seven.

[rawri]

001.	Guilt	002.	New	003.	Solitude	004.	Content	005.	Tale
006.	Distort	007.	Luxury	008.	Listen	009.	Party	010.	Scent
011.	Storm	012.	Lessons	013.	Apology	014.	Relief	015.	Breeze
016.	Fading	017.	Passion	018.	Stay	019.	Rain	020.	Within
021.	Dread	022.	Revenge	023.	Time	024.	Perfect	025.	Eyes
026.	Bloom	027.	Beginning	028.	Bath	029.	Object	030.	Lost
031.	Pride	032.	Death	033.	Dance	034.	Remember	035.	Savage
036.	Late	037.	Crossroads	038.	Change	039.	Hope	040.	Dawn
041.	Hero	042.	Annoy	043.	Trouble	044.	Imagine	045.	Believe
046.	Words	047.	Home	048.	Understand	049.	Cage	050.	Animal
051.	Woods	052.	Fun	053.	Dare	054.	Spell	055.	Pray
056.	Warmth	057.	Mess	058.	Leap	059.	Attention	060.	Shopping
061.	Dessert	062.	Paper-cut	063.	Compromise	064.	Mouth	065.	Gone
066.	Intuition	067.	Fairies	068.	Gift	069.	Priceless	070.	Jewel
071.	Grin	072.	Quake	073.	Blush	074.	System	075.	Pressure
076.	Crash	077.	Closer	078.	Break	079.	Habit	080.	Safe
081.	Confusion	082.	Someday	083.	Instigate	084.	Goodnight	085.	Paint
086.	Always	087.	Guide	088.	Embrace	089.	Fall	090.	Help
091.	Different	092.	Anticipation	093.	Real	094.	Enough	095.	Again
096.	Glorify.	097.	Lack thereof.	098.	Fix.	099.	Smile.	100.	A little.

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toward the terra -> ⌈20.⌋ Within.

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“Grandpa! Grandpa!”

He was hardly at chest height, but he was old enough to enter the Room without permission. Jomy had never had problems with it, before – had always greeted him with a small, small smile (none of the others got smiles) and he would hop up on the bed and they would talk. He wasn’t allowed to actually lay in the bed, but that was okay, because he was allowed in. Welcomed in.

The stiff red-caped shoulders were turned away from him this time, and for a brief moment, Tony’s face lost its exuberance and fell, fell, fell.

But then he realized what was going on, and balled his fists, eyes narrowing.

“Grandpa. I want to talk with Grandpa.”

The shoulders didn’t move. Tony growled in his own mind – loud enough that the other had to be able to hear him, unless he purposely wasn’t, and that made him feel even angrier. This had happened before. Always when Tony just wanted to talk. This-- relic was keeping him from Jomy, stopping Jomy from being able to give out little smiles and finally break his sad, sad gaze to laugh.

He knew he was supposed to respect this Mu. Jomy loved this Mu like Tony loved Jomy; it was the only reason the Mu was even still alive, if one could call how he stayed around as ‘alive.’ But Tony barely remembered the Mu, only remembered how Jomy would stand or sit at the side of the bed and wait wait wait, make his mother (and probably father) wait along with him, make everyone wait. And now, even in his half-living state, he was making Tony wait.

His fists unclenched, and he forcibly relaxed, breathing through his nose. The figure, headphoned and silent, finally turned around after what seemed like hours—an eyepatch, black as the Room around them, broken up by blond-white-gold-albino hair, looked back at Tony.

His voice broke, out of his growing-up stage and feeling. What if Jomy was going to wait forever. “Please. I want to talk to Grandpa, Soldier.”

But his only response was a single, lidded red eye.

Silence. The room echoed in it. Tony’s lips thinned, while the former Soldier didn’t move at all.

And then things seemed to breathe out, the dark around them expanding back into its abyss, and the eyepatch was switched over smooth enough to make Tony want to hug himself. But when a green eye blinked (looking slightly exasperated and tired and sad, so it was him, it wasn’t the other Soldier) at him, mouth opening to undoubtfully say Tony?, Tony hugged Jomy, instead.

He got to sit on the bed, and talk to his grandfather, and he was welcomed into the Room as usual – the lapse in time when his grandfather had been that Other went unmentioned. And yet, this time, Tony couldn’t make the sad look in Jomy’s eye disappear.

But it was alright. As long as it was his grandfather, it was okay. He’d make him laugh again sometime else, when the Blue Room didn’t feel so Blue.