The moonlight poured in through the high window, casting the silouette of the iron bars across the room. It was bare, this room. And cold. White, padded walls and floors, along with one table and one bed.

Lonely.

It was all he had to pass the time, the little blade. It was like a little friend, sharp and glimmering in the moonlight, willing to do his every whim. He could do anything with this little broken peice of metal. He had carved things in the walls, his bed, his table, himself... He was an artist in every right. Yes, he could do anything with this little blade.

Except escape from this place, of course.

Lain sat, huddled in the corner, the glimmering metal in his hands. LAIN had been quiet for some time, and the fact was that it scared him. He was never quiet. He was always telling him things to do, ways to escape. None of them worked, of course, but the point was that he was always there.

Without LAIN, he was really him... but he was lonely. As anyone would be, having spent most of their life in a hospital where everyone wants you dead.

Everyone wants you dead.... Lains shoulders slumped, and he looked down at the blade once more. Closing his eyes, he dragged it lightly over the top ofhis arm, leaving a small line of blood in it's wake. It pooled, then broke, trickling down his arm. He felt strangely releived, and laid his head back against the padded wall.

Don't think of such things, Lain...

There isn't a change, it isn't subtle or fast or much of anything it all, it's just Dionis who's now standing there, by the window, where there's the most fresh air. He isn't, after all, a fan of the smell of blood (and out of habit, of course, he's given himself the requisite body and senses.)

Skinny. Tall. He looks like Death, but Death is always sleek and cool and Death usually wears a suit. Di's in a Hawaiian shirt and cut-off jeans, bare feet, mussed green hair and lipstick in the worst shade of orange. There's no undershirt and the hollows of his ribs are glowing like anything else. He smiles.

"Little boys shouldn't be left with sharp things."

A nod to the knife, and the blood, and the mess the kid's made of the room in general. He can smell it seeping into the padding and, really, there are funner things to drip onto soft mattress-y bits.

Lain didn't know how to react at first. Was this man simply in his head? It hadn't happened before, but... things could change. He put down the blade, disregarding his arm.

"Who are you? How did you get in here?" He asked in his small, soft voice. It was more like a reqest than a demand. His black hair was still hanging in his face, and if you looked carefully his upper lip was twitching slightly.

LAIN was back.

Lain... how are you? Who is this man you have here? He looks... fun. Lain shuddered at the sound of the voice in his head.

Tilt of his head, at the question and the subsequent silence. Body shifted into a relaxed, non-threatening slouch.

"I'm not really here at all."

Then, sympathetically -

"Well, maybe a little."

His fingertips are twitching like sometime's Pans did, but Pan was always doing something and Dionis just thinking about it. Maybe it's the neat freak in him, brought up by the buzzy fizzling things he's swallowed and come out to play. He wants to clean up. Wants to take the kid by the hand and maybe teach him how to do it.

"Would you like a drink?"

Gesture with the flask in his hand, which hadn't been there before and wasn't after he asked. He has no explanation in his tone or expression as to why he's there, or how, and doesn't seem to be considering the questions at all. As if it were quite natural for him to show up, uninvited, into the locked rooms of strange men.

And it was.

Lain looked up at him, then at the flask. Lain had never had a drink in his life.. he thought that LAIN had, but that was different.

Take it, Lain... what's the harm it will do? At the very most it's poisioned at It'll kill you... but that isn't that bad, is it?

No...

Exactly... There was that laugh of his...

He stood up slowly, shakily. He reached for the flask with quivering fingers.

Flask is back, out, cool leather sweating moisture. Inside's just whiskey, nothing good or impressive but a nice high proof. Di watches the kid take it, passive, maybe curious.

"Mm."

Then, as if he'd been listening to the exchange -

"It isn't poisoned."

A considering pause.

"It'll taste that way, though."

Leans back into the wall and window, bathed in the crap blue light of dark evening.

He took of the cap, and took a hesitant sip.

He was right. It did taste like poison. Dispite the fact he had taken a pint-size sip, he coughed and sputtered a bit.

Oh, you are such a pussy, Lain. Just drink it.

Shut up...

He took another sip, this time only screwing his face up at the taste.

"What... what did you come here for?"

The smell of alcohol and blood is familiar enough to invoke something like a realistic answer.

"Bored."

Wasn't, of course, not all of him, there were things to do - thing. Singular. Maybe. (Pan complained Di didn't have a thing to do, and maybe it was true.) But then there was this.

"And you?"

Voice cheerful and casual and entirely out of place with both the body and the surroundings.

He smiled solumnly, if one could do such a thing.

"Because I have to be.. otherwise.. I hurt people." He said this as if he were saying that his dog died a few years ago. Old sorrow.

Correction, I hurt people...

But I'm not about to tell him that, LAIN.

Why not? You might as well. He might want to meet me. He laughed again.

Lain sat back down, holding the flask in his hands still.

Eyes narrow a little, seeking out the static behind the boy's eyes. Restless, now, weight shifting from foot to foot, staring rather guiltlessly at the kid and his habitat.

"Hmm."

Steps a little to the side, around Lain/LAIN, pacing the edges of the room. Not prowling in any manner of the word, just pacing. Gingerly avoiding certain patches of floor.

"You can keep that."

A flick of his hand towards the flask.

"I think you need it more than I do."

Cracks his neck, at that, stalling in a corner by the door, back turned to the kid. Investigating the wall.

"Oh.... thank you." Another sip.

Let me talk to him, Lain... I'm bored. I think I want to play with him.

Lain ignored him this time. Whever LAIN wanted to 'play' it was never... ever a good thing. He brushed some of his hair out of his face, and took another small sip.

"Is that all you came for, to give me a drink and to talk?" It wasn't asked in ill will, just... wanting to know.

Jabs his thumb at the crease in the corner, picking at the fabric. Happy sort of baring-of-teeth at nothing in particular, or maybe the honesty.

"Mm. Mostly."

Jab, pick, pull.

"Why, wanna fuck?"

Snags his nail on a thread and tugs at it.

In an instant, it seemed as though most of the blood in his body had gone to his face. Embarrassed, he was. Why? Well, just at the suggestion of ... of... interaction with this man.

Oh... c'mon Lain. It'll be fun. I promise...

I... I don't like guys though...

Well, let me take over then. I couldn't care less whether he's a guy or not.

Lain looked at the man warily.

"I.... I uhm...." He didn't know what to say. 'I don't like guys.'? Well, LAIN did, and LAIN was apart of him, thus making that statement a lie.

Maybe he just didn't want to do something like that.

Lain was a virgin in every way possible. How could he not be, when he had spent hiw whole life in a hospital? Then again... LAIN had done a few things that he had not, but that was another thing alltogether.

Sudden, manic burst of giggles - in the burst his head hits the wall, the padding, the thread he was pulling at and that makes him laugh more, high and flickering and giddy. He tosses himself down to the floor, a sitting position, and swivels to watch the kid.

"You - HEE! - you can say 'no', you know."

It trails off, eventually, leaving Di sitting there on the slightly bloody floor, smiling brightly and eventually twisting his legs into the lotus position. Rocking gently back onto his tailbone, then forward again. His lipstick is smeared.

"Except you want to, don't you?"

Grin widens except it's just teeth, predatory look a little ruined by the smear of orange across his front tooth.

He shook his head vigourusly. LAIN, on the other hand, was getting forceful.

Let me out, Lain... It's been a long time.

No... I... don't want you to do that.

Why not? It's my body.

It's OUR body!

Lain clasped his head in his his hands, pressing as hard as he could.

Stop it Lain. You know I'll get out if I really want to. It'll save you pain if you just let me out...

"Fine..." He said, a mere whisper. The hand fell from his head, and his green eyes rolled up into his head. In a instant, the expression of the boys face changed. It split into a cheshire grin, eyes gleaming.

"Hello there." he said, his voice changed to a more seductive, mocking tone. LAIN was free once more.

Eyebrows shoot up and he's just grinning like an idiot now, which is sort of irresponsible since he's supposed to be, like, omniscient (totally Apoth's gig, though where's he been?) and Di really looks maybe nineteen right now. Which is fine, because this cat's just turned into.. into something. The little eye-roll thing was a nice touch, if a little Exorcist.

"Hi."

Tilts his head a little, hair falling in new and interesting peaks of messiness. Hand out, then, to shake or maybe just hang there in the air for a while. Dionis looks like he's honestly having a wicked-great time. That might be the pills, though.

"What's your name?"

The lipstick was... intersting. To say the least. He looked rather... not sickly, but just strange.

Who was he to talk, anyways?

((damn... Sorry about the shortness...))

Little snort of laughter, echo of the earlier manic gigglings.

"Dionis."

Waggles the outstretched hand a little.

"Et tu?"

Bats his eyelashes a bit. Waggle, waggle.

"LAIN... but not the same as you talked to earlier. I'm... his better half, in my opinion. Well... better at most things." He said, waving his hand about. Standing up, he looked at Dionis with a savage grin.

"So... I suppose you're a god, then? It seems only possible for you to appear in my room and... look the way you do. Poor Lain... he can't even see that." He shrugged, then looked up to the window. "He's such a pathetic thing... he can't even lust after someone." With an overdramatic roll of his eyes, he looked back to the god.

"So... were you serious about that offer?"

Gives up on the handshake, tucking it back down at his thigh where he drums out something erratic and muffled by skin. Watches, very intently, as this thing talks and yammers on and makes gestures. Is fascinated.

"I can't very well fuck someone with another person in the body."

He could, of course, and had.

"It'd be like boffing a siamese twin with the other half not in on the action."

Stands in one quick motion, not graceful in the slightest, lunging back on forth on his legs and waving his arms about.

"Nice to meet you, though."

Stretches himself out, as if about to leave. What leaving has to do with stretching he is not positive, but he's good at innuendo. Had a while to practice, and all that.

LAIN growled and rolled his eyes.

"Well, whatever. Your loss, your godliness.... I suppose I can just let Lain come back then." He grumbled a bit more, and turned back to the wall.

Are you releived then, Lain?

Yes....

Well, it won't be long untill I find someone else, so don't get to comfertable.

He tried, he really did, it was a wonderful and valiant effort to be recorded in history books for the rest of time, but it was just too hard not to laugh at the kid's tone - all petulance and wounded pride, not unlike a gradeschooler turned down on a date.

"HEE! You.. oh, man, I'm. Oh, man."

Giggle, giggle.

"Let him, if he wants. He's cute."

The laughing veneer is maintained but, oh, now Di's watching for the reaction.

Eyes rolled back into the head once more, and he slumped against the wall. A second later, Lain was back.

"I'm.... sorry about him. He's a little... overconfident and all that." He said quietly, brushing his hair behind his ear. The seductive air to his voice was gone, replaced with his regualar one. Scared and shy.

He rubbed his now scabbing arm, causing a little more blood to fall.

Wrinkles up his nose at the fresh blood, oddly feminine and young. Or, logically, not oddly. He could be anything he wanted to be, technically.

"How'd he get there, anyhow?"

He'd met a couple cohabitation cases, but they didn't usually apologize so much for the other one. It was sort of endearing.

His head rolled a bit as he answered, looking up through the window. How he wanted to leave this place...

He wanted to live.

"He's been with me for a very long time... I... I don't remember how he came. Right before I came here, that's when he first spoke to me. But he has been with me... since before I can remember." He picked at some other scabs as he spoke.

"He tells me things. He's smarter than I am... I don't know how, but he just is... He knew you were a God and I didn't.. he even writes better than I do." He smiled a bit.

"I'm right handed and he's left handed... when I'm bored... when we're bored, sometimes we just wite things to each other..."

Another head-tilt. History's never been his strong suit, especially the history of other people. And the people living in them.

"Well. He might've known my name. That's sort of cheating."

Consolatory gesture, entirely ignoring the handwriting bit. His own is rather messy and he prefers not to speak of it.

"You might've too, if you'd ever come 'cross it."

Considers this.

"Want some books? Keep you from getting bored, and stuff."

'Keep you from bleeding on the floors' is implied, but Di's pretending to have tact today.

Lain looked over at the man, hope apparent in his eyes.

"Would you really? I.... I would be so grateful.." He was all a flutter. He loved reading, but they never really gave anything but the newspaper, and that was only once a month.

The thought of whole books seemed like a blessing.

Little flex of his eyebrows, worry, over the wording. Kid needed a TV, really, but that.. that wasn't his speciality. Of course, neither were books, but that was easy. Some dead tree, some ink. Maybe a little teleport-y. (The act of creation, even temporary, took too much concentration during certain stages of inebriation, and Dionis thus didn't bother much with them.)

"Er."

Chucks a book onto the floor, something paperback and cheap.

Porn.

Another, then - something on the Gods, which he had read once and giggled at because it implied that The Great Azrael might possibly be latently homosexual. (The author apparently did not recieve the memo that the gods were, technically, genderless. This made the book read like an oddly stilted soap opera instead of some mythical test of greatness.)

Shifts a little, attention span already waning. Digs around a bit in his pockets and comes up empty. Charitable acts are boring.

Lain looked down at the books. One.... was porn. Lain had never seen porn, and he really had no wish to... right now, at least. So, he moved that one aside and picked up the other one.

A book about the gods. Interesting..

"Thank you, Dionis..." He said quietly, flipping through the book. It was a book...

He hoped he didn't have to pay the god back or anything. He didn't have anything to give.

He did, though. A lot of things. LAIN probably knew them.

Dionis doesn't say a word, then, just smiles.

"It's very dull in here."

Silence broken. It isn't, actually, it's rather dark and bloody but that's San's style. Wonders, idly, if he remembers how to summon San.

He looked back to the god.

"I'm... sorry. I don't know what to do for you...." He said, blinking.

Offer to do him favors.

Quiet LAIN.

Oooh... someone's getting testy.

Lain closed his eyes, trying to block him out again. Where was his blade? He needed his blade...

Dionis, in his pacings, had walked by it. At the moment he's rather sorry he hadn't, say, shoved it deep into the floor.

A shrug.

"Get drunk."

The flask was, after all, full.

Another puzzled look.


"What would that accomplish?" He asked, looking down at the flask. Whiskey was painful and disgusting in his opinion. He really didn't eish to drink any more of the stuff.

Do what he asks, Lain. Get on his good side, and maybe we can get him to let us out of here.

Lain nooded, and took a drink. A big one. He coughed and sputtered for a few minutes.

That hadn't been smart.

It hadn't been revelry, either, and Dionis makes another face. Grabs the flask back and swallows the rest, fast, still frowning.

"You're not very good at that."

Tosses the thing aside, leather skidding across floor with a vaguely musical fabric-whoosh.

"Besides. It would make you less damned tense and I like drunk people."

He does, too. Tongues the taste of alcohol along his teeth and shifts, restlessly. Wonders, if he combined the two kids, if the finished product would be able to dance.

Lain looked down at the ground. Of course he wasn't good at it. He had never done it before... and... tense? Well... yes. He was. Have someone live in your head an see how you turn out.

"Well... uhm... sorry." He didn't know what else to say. Social skills? Pfft, non existant. But it was ok. That was what LAIN was for.

Well, Lain... I think you need a little practice. Once we get -out- of this hell-hole, we'll go drinking... He said rahter happily.

When will that be?

I don't know. Whenever we do.

Tips over, rather suddenly and not at all woozily. Just tips. Onto his side, where he stretches out and lounges, shirt rubbing into the dried, flaking blood and him trying not to think about it.

"You should be, of course."

Picks at a button. Doesn't remember when it fell off, or if it was ever there.

"You should be very sorry and fall to your feet in complete supplication and bring me presents on my birthday and Christmas."

Pause.

"And Halloween."

Pick, pick.

Lain rubbed his arms, and looked at the god. What was he to do? He closed his eyes and leaned agaisnt the padded wall.

"Sure... whatever you want." He was getting a little sleepy.

Lain... ask him to let us out of here...

What if he says no?

Well, then we won't get out.. with the help of him. We'll find antoher way.

"Dionis... If... If I were to ask you a favor, would you consider it?" He asked timidly.

Piiiickpickpick.

"Already said I wouldn't fuck you."

The room is stifling and he's entirely too much in a body, which is heavy and unhappy against the padding of the room no matter how much he stretches and twists. He's also getting bored, which is the sort of thing one does when no one's drunk or naked and one is getting suspiciously sober. It isn't, of course, Lain/LAIN's fault.

Except possibly the naked bit.

He blushed.

"No... I ... Would you get us out of here. Please?" He asked very soflty.

"I'll pay you back somehow... I just want to be free."

His lips twitched up into a smile very untrue to his character... it was LAINs smile.

"Same here..." Came LAINs voice, and as soon as the smile had came it vanished. He gave an apologetic look.

Don't do that,LAIN.

Why not?

Just.... don't.

Ignores these expressions entirely, focusing solely on the words and sucking on them like foul caramel.

"Mm. And I suppose you wouldn't run off and murder some old lady and her dog."

Begins to unravel the buttonloop by an errant thread.