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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[ 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. )