[ he hears megumi’s approach first, just one split second before he senses that familiar flush of cursed energy; the whisper of something in the dark, cloth and skin and fingertips rasping on shoji. his approach is like watching a shadow detach from all the rest, forming up into human shape with every pace closed. it’s suitable, choso thinks. it’s poetic.
flowing red scale retracts like ink soaked up only once the young zen’in head is in proper sight, so that when choso turns to greet him it is only the single black bar across his face, made darker in the churning night. ]
Mm. I like it better like this.
[ overgrown, he means. wild, he means. perfect raked formations broken by the simplicity of life. ]
That aside, I am… well. Better, now, with company.
[ well, better, all degrees of something he never expected to be after that day in shinjuku. here enough to help, to matter. his back is a mat of burn scars made livable by ieri’s hand alone, his hair only finally grown out enough to brush down over the scar tissue at the back of his neck.
compared to what could have been, he will always be ‘well’ enough for these people now. ]
But you know, you can just call me ‘Choso’. I’m fine with it.
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flowing red scale retracts like ink soaked up only once the young zen’in head is in proper sight, so that when choso turns to greet him it is only the single black bar across his face, made darker in the churning night. ]
Mm. I like it better like this.
[ overgrown, he means. wild, he means. perfect raked formations broken by the simplicity of life. ]
That aside, I am… well. Better, now, with company.
[ well, better, all degrees of something he never expected to be after that day in shinjuku. here enough to help, to matter. his back is a mat of burn scars made livable by ieri’s hand alone, his hair only finally grown out enough to brush down over the scar tissue at the back of his neck.
compared to what could have been, he will always be ‘well’ enough for these people now. ]
But you know, you can just call me ‘Choso’. I’m fine with it.