[ for someone whose entire skillset revolves around blood and the manipulation thereof, choso’s hand is cold up here on this Kyoto rooftop. the warmth of Geto’s palm settles into choso’s, radiating slow but surely from the point of contact, and choso, he cannot help the quiet little spark that flickers to life in the depths of his cavernous chest.
blue polish, a cat’s slow smile, the smell of smoke on the night breeze, leftovers gently cooling in their box against choso’s leg.
he doesn’t notice it when he smiles, it’s such an unbidden thing. ]
Aa. I’ll hold you to that; they give me snacks when I lose, I don’t want to give up my senbei.
Ah, so senbei's the reward? Mm, I might have to try very hard.
( Another laugh, this one more of a snort than anything else. He squeezes Choso's hand once, then lets go, leaning back against the rooftop to finish his cigarette. Those feline eyes narrow a little, more thoughtful as they settle on that smiling countenance. )
Do you enjoy it? Being a person?
( Not as pointed as it would be if he were being unkind. It's genuine interest. )
you earned a whole smile, geto-kun; take it to the grave
[ the warmth persists, smelling of smoke and cooling oyakodon. for once, he doesn't mind it when Geto asks, doesn't mind this voice when it lilts up in a question. ]
I think I like it.
[ truth for truth, an admittance that comes easier than he'd have expected. ]
Living means I can spend time with others. Yuji, Raidou, Bakugo. You. It isn't all bad.
[ more reason to take their missing back. more reason to reclaim what was lost. ]
Funny. Choso gets nudged a little more in the direction of category he keeps rainbow dragon in. Something he shouldn't like, but treats with vague fondness anyway. The turnabout question does have him hum though. )
Not particularly. ( It's delivered with a laugh, so as to not have it too depressed. ) I was a different person with my family back home. Nobody here would say better, but I was something either way. Here it's a lot like putting on an old ill-fitting uniform. I can feel where it doesn't fit anymore. It made me angry when I first came here. The pinch of it. Now? Ai, well I just don't exactly know how to alter it. Though there have been attempts.
( A sidelong glance at his tub of leftovers. )
Maybe one day I'll wake up and I won't feel where it sticks too close.
[ the way he says it, it’s like it’s a kindness that Geto doesn’t know, hasn’t needed to know until now. choso, he says it like it’s something he only found out about recently, some nugget meant to be shared rather than hoarded. ]
It isn’t supposed to fit nicely. You must wear it until you forget it’s there and becomes part of you.
This skin wasn’t made for me- [ his right arm lifts, voluminous sleeve bunching at the elbow. ] -but I wear it still, and it feels less like a scab every day.
( His expression does something complicated, like he knows Choso is right and yet still has to fight himself not to throw a tantrum about it. There's something specifically torturous about it. The itch of scar tissue growing haunting every step. There's no other alternative, he has to. But he also kind of hates it. )
I picked at scabs when I was younger. A bad habit.
( But he snorts and it eases the weight. )
But all right, I'll take aboard your counsel. I know better than to ignore late night advice over cigarettes.
[ what is time to a creature who spent lifetimes in the yawning dark? what is time to a man who has only just begun to understand the workings of the living world first-hand? the word doesn't hold the same kind of weight behind it.
but with the snort and Geto's capitulation, he still smiles around his cigarette, burnt mostly down to the filter. ]
If you need help not picking, you can always call me. I'll bring more smokes, and even hold your painted hand if you like.
stubbing out his own cigarette, choso holds up the little can acting as an ashtray. ]
Do Yuji’s nails too, so we can match.
[ it’s a little like reciting a charm, this. ‘do yuji’s’ because they will bring him back. do it because they all will come back. do it because it will all be well. ]
( It sounds nice. He's not entirely sure what to do with it, but it's better than the not, and so he'll take it. Although possibly his space for growth has run out, because he stretches, miming a yawn. )
Ai, I should go to bed. It's late. Get some sleep tonight, Choso-san. Eat your leftovers. Don't do anything stupid. I don't need too many rescue missions.
Right, right. I won’t keep mama up from his beauty sleep any longer.
[ because nipping back with teeth is easier, somehow, than just saying thanks. because he doesn’t know yet what to make of it, this strange lightness in his chest.
he’d started out up here with a head full of snarled tangles and a heart as heavy as stone, but now the night smells of cooling oyakodon and cigarette smoke and there is a warmth in his ribs he has not felt for a long time now. ]
When you go, try to scare the monks off on your way down; they complain too much if they catch me hanging around.
You know what, it's fine. He'll accept it. He has nice hair. He summons his curse again without a passing thought, giving Choso what can only be described as a leer. ) Scare them off, you say? ( Hopping back onto it's back, leaning back. ) If you insist ~.
( The curse carries him away before there's time to protest, but don't worry. He'll only make up some kind of excuse for the monks to go elsewhere. No monkeys harmed today. )
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blue polish, a cat’s slow smile, the smell of smoke on the night breeze, leftovers gently cooling in their box against choso’s leg.
he doesn’t notice it when he smiles, it’s such an unbidden thing. ]
Aa. I’ll hold you to that; they give me snacks when I lose, I don’t want to give up my senbei.
that icon is so cute.
( Another laugh, this one more of a snort than anything else. He squeezes Choso's hand once, then lets go, leaning back against the rooftop to finish his cigarette. Those feline eyes narrow a little, more thoughtful as they settle on that smiling countenance. )
Do you enjoy it? Being a person?
( Not as pointed as it would be if he were being unkind. It's genuine interest. )
you earned a whole smile, geto-kun; take it to the grave
I think I like it.
[ truth for truth, an admittance that comes easier than he'd have expected. ]
Living means I can spend time with others. Yuji, Raidou, Bakugo. You. It isn't all bad.
[ more reason to take their missing back. more reason to reclaim what was lost. ]
Do you? Enjoy it? Being a person?
gonna keep choso around like a lil tamagotchi
Funny. Choso gets nudged a little more in the direction of category he keeps rainbow dragon in. Something he shouldn't like, but treats with vague fondness anyway. The turnabout question does have him hum though. )
Not particularly. ( It's delivered with a laugh, so as to not have it too depressed. ) I was a different person with my family back home. Nobody here would say better, but I was something either way. Here it's a lot like putting on an old ill-fitting uniform. I can feel where it doesn't fit anymore. It made me angry when I first came here. The pinch of it. Now? Ai, well I just don't exactly know how to alter it. Though there have been attempts.
( A sidelong glance at his tub of leftovers. )
Maybe one day I'll wake up and I won't feel where it sticks too close.
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[ the way he says it, it’s like it’s a kindness that Geto doesn’t know, hasn’t needed to know until now. choso, he says it like it’s something he only found out about recently, some nugget meant to be shared rather than hoarded. ]
It isn’t supposed to fit nicely. You must wear it until you forget it’s there and becomes part of you.
This skin wasn’t made for me- [ his right arm lifts, voluminous sleeve bunching at the elbow. ] -but I wear it still, and it feels less like a scab every day.
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( His expression does something complicated, like he knows Choso is right and yet still has to fight himself not to throw a tantrum about it. There's something specifically torturous about it. The itch of scar tissue growing haunting every step. There's no other alternative, he has to. But he also kind of hates it. )
I picked at scabs when I was younger. A bad habit.
( But he snorts and it eases the weight. )
But all right, I'll take aboard your counsel. I know better than to ignore late night advice over cigarettes.
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but with the snort and Geto's capitulation, he still smiles around his cigarette, burnt mostly down to the filter. ]
If you need help not picking, you can always call me. I'll bring more smokes, and even hold your painted hand if you like.
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Maybe I'll paint yours for you, mm? I know a few fancy tricks. My daughters rated me highly.
( Choso can have flowers painted on his, if he'd like ~. )
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Hmm. Perhaps. Show me what could impress a daughter in anything but blue.
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( Cigarette stubbed out. )
I'll have to buy some. Maybe after all of this is done.
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[ Yuji’s hair is pink. what a perfect colour.
stubbing out his own cigarette, choso holds up the little can acting as an ashtray. ]
Do Yuji’s nails too, so we can match.
[ it’s a little like reciting a charm, this. ‘do yuji’s’ because they will bring him back. do it because they all will come back. do it because it will all be well. ]
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( It sounds nice. He's not entirely sure what to do with it, but it's better than the not, and so he'll take it. Although possibly his space for growth has run out, because he stretches, miming a yawn. )
Ai, I should go to bed. It's late. Get some sleep tonight, Choso-san. Eat your leftovers. Don't do anything stupid. I don't need too many rescue missions.
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[ because nipping back with teeth is easier, somehow, than just saying thanks. because he doesn’t know yet what to make of it, this strange lightness in his chest.
he’d started out up here with a head full of snarled tangles and a heart as heavy as stone, but now the night smells of cooling oyakodon and cigarette smoke and there is a warmth in his ribs he has not felt for a long time now. ]
When you go, try to scare the monks off on your way down; they complain too much if they catch me hanging around.
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You know what, it's fine. He'll accept it. He has nice hair. He summons his curse again without a passing thought, giving Choso what can only be described as a leer. ) Scare them off, you say? ( Hopping back onto it's back, leaning back. ) If you insist ~.
( The curse carries him away before there's time to protest, but don't worry. He'll only make up some kind of excuse for the monks to go elsewhere. No monkeys harmed today. )