[He shrugs his shoulder, moving to pull his satchel of items closer, digging around in it quietly for something sweet now that his sandwich was gone.
He was comfortable here. Even if Takasugi remained conflicted about this for the rest of his life, this was the most he could ask for. He'd already broken his trust once. Part of him crowed about how he didn't deserve to be even this close.
And yet...]
More than I trust anyone else. [An answer that isn't a direct 'yes', he barely gave those to anyone about things like this. But it's an answer that's heavier than any other simple answer he could give anyone else.]
I can't say that's particularly wise. [as he's proven time and time again, with memory and without it -- they both have, haven't they?]
[sifting through the wreckage, it's really all they're doing. what to do with smoking rubble, what to salvage and what to discard, which (and whose) scars carry the most weight and where to sink in a new hook, a new anchor, a new wound]
[is this the kind of man he is? it feels like desperation, and it's so familiar, and he hates it]
Maybe I'll get you arrested again just for the fun of it. [an attempt at levity]
Thieves aren't well known for their wisdom. Just their instinct. ['Don't think--feel' and all that nonsense. Maybe it wasn't always the right answer, but it wasn't as if he were good at anything else.
He pulls a red and blue striped candy stick out of his back, the plastic crinkling a little as he flips it around in his hands. He was used to shifting through rubble, finding something worthwhile in the dirt, in what was broken or tarnished. Maybe in a way, this sort of relationship was desperate.
But that didn't mean he was inclined to do the 'smart' thing and let go.]
If you get me arrested, you'll go to jail right alongside me. I've sweet-talked far smarter people.
[wonders if it was 'instinct' that led him to make the mistakes he's made in the past, instinct and feelings that guided him to -- ]
[...]
[well, it's not hard for him to get lost to passions and maybe in that understanding there's a pathway paved to forgiveness, to regained trust... ah, only maybe. he gives the comments the only thing he knows: practiced silence]
Wouldn't be the first time. Jail's always better with a partner.
[A question he probably won't answer were it to be posed to him. Instinct did him plenty good. But he wouldn't lay blame to it, either. He's not quite so cowardly.]
Can't say I've ever experienced it. But at least the company'd be nicer.
[takes a long moment to consider the table between them, the danger all the edges of Gaius's armor pose to the tatami mats (but not his skin), the easy possibility of a tipped-over tea set]
[and then makes the decision to care about none of them, an abrupt tackle with hands landing on his shoulders to push him right onto the ground, claiming a seat across his midriff]
[And here he'd expected a similar retaliation, perhaps a smack over the head with Takasugi's sandwich wrapper. But instead, nay, he finds himself on his back, with the other hovering over him.
Th air knocked from his lungs as he re-orients himself from the tackle, Hands immediately moving to find the areas where he's hidden his knives.]
[his smirk alludes to the playfulness of it all, fingers digging under a cloak and finding the softest part of his throat, applying just enough pressure to be uncomfortable, leaning down without fear of what silver or red gold those hands might find]
[And it's only that smirk that makes his hands still at his sides, looking up at him with a blank expression for a moment. The pressure enough to nearly take him seriously, but.
Soon, a smirk will move up his face as well.]
Never been real good at apologies, mate. A bit of trouble pronouncing the word proper.
I'll allow you to use whatever language you might see fit, you know. [would understand them in plenty now, after all, and his hand moves from throat up to grip that pointed chin, dig into cheeks and force lips to pucker downright stupidly]
[look at this fish face.]
[SQUISHES A FEW TIMES, making lips plump and flatten and plump and flatten -- ]
[Is this seriously happening. Takasugi's hands doing some real nonsense with his face, it isn't long before Gaius is grabbing at his hands to keep him from said nonsense.]
Murghg--hfgbfbrugh-- [HAND OFF--] stOP. Dear Naga alive, I can't use any language if you mash up my bloody face like that.
[the husky laugh those garbled sounds and that reaction gain is surprisingly warm, mostly unbridled, rocking back on his heels when his hands are captured]
I think I actually prefer it that way; let's keep going. [LUNGES FOR AGAIN]
[It's a really odd sound to hear from the other, and it almost catches him off guard.
Enough to keep him from defending the others' assault quite perfectly. He lets out a noise, sort of like a squawk, attempting to wrestle the other away from his face.]
[BARKS AT HIM, maintaining a rather comical arch over the man as he tries to pull his own face away but keep his arm extended out and tug-tug-tug on that flabby cheek]
[good thing i secretly like sweets and am actually just super tsun/self-loathing about it]
[SEATS HIS FULL WEIGHT right on gaius's stomach, instead of reaching for the hand on his face, his other digging into the opposite cheek, spreading those two fleshy pockets as wiiiiiide as they can go]
[The full weight of demon general samurai on your stomach isn't exactly something he was prepared for. Or wanted. Or even wanted to deal with. He can feel the air push out of his lungs with a low wheeze, his eyes crossing as his arms drop from the others' face to his arms.
Agh.]
Megrhhlllrrgh. [Gurgles. He's probably drooling now, too, you asshole. QuiT.]
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He was comfortable here. Even if Takasugi remained conflicted about this for the rest of his life, this was the most he could ask for. He'd already broken his trust once. Part of him crowed about how he didn't deserve to be even this close.
And yet...]
More than I trust anyone else. [An answer that isn't a direct 'yes', he barely gave those to anyone about things like this. But it's an answer that's heavier than any other simple answer he could give anyone else.]
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[sifting through the wreckage, it's really all they're doing. what to do with smoking rubble, what to salvage and what to discard, which (and whose) scars carry the most weight and where to sink in a new hook, a new anchor, a new wound]
[is this the kind of man he is? it feels like desperation, and it's so familiar, and he hates it]
Maybe I'll get you arrested again just for the fun of it. [an attempt at levity]
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He pulls a red and blue striped candy stick out of his back, the plastic crinkling a little as he flips it around in his hands. He was used to shifting through rubble, finding something worthwhile in the dirt, in what was broken or tarnished. Maybe in a way, this sort of relationship was desperate.
But that didn't mean he was inclined to do the 'smart' thing and let go.]
If you get me arrested, you'll go to jail right alongside me. I've sweet-talked far smarter people.
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[wonders if it was 'instinct' that led him to make the mistakes he's made in the past, instinct and feelings that guided him to -- ]
[...]
[well, it's not hard for him to get lost to passions and maybe in that understanding there's a pathway paved to forgiveness, to regained trust... ah, only maybe. he gives the comments the only thing he knows: practiced silence]
Wouldn't be the first time. Jail's always better with a partner.
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Can't say I've ever experienced it. But at least the company'd be nicer.
Rats aren't the best conversational partners.
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[jiiiiiiii...]
Yeah, I see what you mean.
[you. you are the rat.]
1/2
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[takes a long moment to consider the table between them, the danger all the edges of Gaius's armor pose to the tatami mats (but not his skin), the easy possibility of a tipped-over tea set]
[and then makes the decision to care about none of them, an abrupt tackle with hands landing on his shoulders to push him right onto the ground, claiming a seat across his midriff]
Apologize.
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Th air knocked from his lungs as he re-orients himself from the tackle, Hands immediately moving to find the areas where he's hidden his knives.]
--Over a bit of rubbish, really.
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[his smirk alludes to the playfulness of it all, fingers digging under a cloak and finding the softest part of his throat, applying just enough pressure to be uncomfortable, leaning down without fear of what silver or red gold those hands might find]
Say you're sorry.
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Soon, a smirk will move up his face as well.]
Never been real good at apologies, mate. A bit of trouble pronouncing the word proper.
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[look at this fish face.]
[SQUISHES A FEW TIMES, making lips plump and flatten and plump and flatten -- ]
Sorry, ごめんなさい, 對不起, lo siento, take your pick.
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Murghg--hfgbfbrugh-- [HAND OFF--] stOP. Dear Naga alive, I can't use any language if you mash up my bloody face like that.
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I think I actually prefer it that way; let's keep going. [LUNGES FOR AGAIN]
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Enough to keep him from defending the others' assault quite perfectly. He lets out a noise, sort of like a squawk, attempting to wrestle the other away from his face.]
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[but the way in which he misses is to a hook a thumb right into Gaius's gums and pull it wiiiiiide open]
[sn... SNRK]
I DO NOT HAVE A PROPER ICON FOR THIS NONSENSE
Before reaching up to give the Samurai the same treatment. C'mmere.]
I BARELY HAD ENOUGH SMIRKING ICONS
[BARKS AT HIM, maintaining a rather comical arch over the man as he tries to pull his own face away but keep his arm extended out and tug-tug-tug on that flabby cheek]
[oh hell, there it goes]
i love that face lmfao
Ngo, ngh-- l'ggo!
that scene is sO GOOD
You leggo! I was 'ere firs'!
the perfect amount of sour sulk-face
Yah start'd it--! So'm gonn'a end't!
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[WHY THIS, FML]
[good thing i secretly like sweets and am actually just super tsun/self-loathing about it]
[SEATS HIS FULL WEIGHT right on gaius's stomach, instead of reaching for the hand on his face, his other digging into the opposite cheek, spreading those two fleshy pockets as wiiiiiide as they can go]
Mercy, say mercy!
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Agh.]
Megrhhlllrrgh. [Gurgles. He's probably drooling now, too, you asshole. QuiT.]