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“He’s alive.”
A mature voice rings out, low and steady. Everything is ringing, it’s hard to pinpoint any specific noise.
“That’s good.”
A second voice, still mature but slightly more feminine. The voices are still ringing, but they begin to quiet down. His lashes flutter, and a light begins to show more visibly.
“Hello! Can you hear us!?”
A third and higher pitched voice calls out, somehow sounding both worried and excited. Her hand moves around in front of his face, momentarily blocking out the light before it flashes again as she moves.
“Give him a moment March, he just woke up.”
The second voice again, although now a face to match is becoming more visible. It takes a few more moments, but slowly his vision comes back to him. He’s lying down, looking up. He’s also surrounded by a colorful group of people. His mouth doesn’t move, it feels dry and he can’t bring himself to say anything- so he just watches. Watches as a pink haired girl smiles down at him expectingly, flashing a light at him from a camera. Watches as a red haired woman looks down at him worriedly, an older man next to her. Watches as a dark haired boy avoids eye contact, seemingly more serious than the rest of them. He watches as a grey haired boy silently stares at him, looking the most confused.
And lastly he watches as another grey haired man’s gaze flickers up and down him, his expression hard to read but there’s clearly a lot going on in his head. There’s something going on around his neck too… are those wings? Is it an angel? Is he dead? Who’s he…? Right, Armin. Armin’s lying on something soft as a group of people observe him. He should say something, let them know he’s alright, ask a question maybe. He opens his mouth, but all that comes out is a little groan. He needs some water, his throat is dry.
“Are you alright?”
The pink haired girl calls out to him again, leaning down a bit closer. Armin only blinks in response, his throat hurts too much to reply. He can only groan again, blinking a bit more quickly as he props himself up on his shoulders. The group takes a step back each, somehow in sync. Armin sits up completely, now at least able to look around a bit more. He’s in a bright room, pink and blue all around on every wall. He also realizes the ‘something soft’ he’s lying on is an equally pink bed.
Armin closes his eyes again, this time on purpose. He closes his eyes and breathes, partially hoping that when he opens them again he’ll be back on that ship wearing a slightly uncomfortable suit surrounded by his remaining friends. Of course, to his dismay, as he opens his eyes again he’s still sitting on that slightly comfortable bed surrounded by strange looking people.
“Are you feeling alright now? Can we get you anything?” The red haired woman asks him in an almost motherly tone, leaning down slightly so she’s eye to eye with him. This time Armin takes another deep breath and manages to reply. “what…?” It’s not much, but Armin is proud he managed to say anything- or he would be if he wasn’t so confused. Fortunately everyone else seems to notice his obviously stunned state, and the older man tried to give an answer.
“We’re not exactly sure how you got here either. When we woke up this morning you were passed out on the main cart of the train.” He says in an attempt to help as the red haired woman gestures over to the pink haired girl and the dark haired boy. “These two found you, and carried you in here. I hope you don’t mind, but we were already pretty low on options.”
Train? Armin’s confused again, in fact their attempt to help only raises more questions. But before he can really ponder over them, the pink haired girl chimes in again. “I’m March 7th, the one who found you. This is my room!” Her voice is overly cheerful, and a bit loud. If he was still passed out it would’ve woken him up, he wishes he was still passed out. Wait, March 7th? Like, the date? Did her parents hate her? Armin just looks at her before his eyes moves along to the dark haired boy. He seems to notice the blonde’s gaze because he introduces himself.
“Dan Heng. This is Caelus.” He says simply as he gestures to the confused looking boy beside him. Straight to the point, it’s easier for him anyway. The red haired woman then goes in order and introduces everyone else. “Please call me Himeko, this is Mr. Yang. In the corner over there is Sunday.”
Everyone here has such strange names, that’s what Armin thinks but he doesn’t say that out loud because that’s rude. So he simply nods, although his gaze gets caught on the man in the corner. Sunday? Do the people here use calendars as baby name inspo? Never mind that, there’s wings on his neck. They don’t look fake, in fact they’re moving- “Can I help you?” Sunday interrupts his thoughts, and his staring. He doesn’t look away immediately though, giving one last look before closing his eyes again.
This can’t be real. He has to be dreaming. Yeah, dreaming. Armin takes a deep breath before moving back on the bed, then lying down. He’s going to go to sleep, and when he wakes up he’ll be back on the ship.
“Hey! Don’t sleep on my bed!” The pink haired girl. She’s not real. “We can move you into a different room if you’d like to rest.” The red haired woman. She’s not real. “I don’t think he’s fully awake yet.” The dark haired boy. He’s not real. “Why don’t you move him to your room, Sunday?” The older man. He’s not real. “What? Why mine?” The winged man. He’s not real. Someone answers him, Armin doesn’t hear. He’s asleep again, and when he wakes up he’ll be back on the ship.