[ Sometime after the chapel catches fire and the library is invaded by arsonists on a mission, Natsuno leaves. Between the blood puddle after trial and the clanging of bells from one member of the arsonist gang, he's in a mood. The trees outside aren't the best place to hang being poison oak and all, but with long sleeves and pants, he can deal with it for a while if he's careful.
And it's a nice perch to watch the chapel burn from, so. The view is pretty nostalgic and almost comforting if he doesn't let his mind wander too much to one certain person in particular—forgetting him hasn't gotten any easier. That's his frame of mind when he spots Anon on the ground and offers a half-hearted wave: instinct mostly, and memories of something and someone long dead. ]
Hey.
[ In the reflection of the night, his eyes are vibrant red. ]
[Welp. That sure is Natsuno up in a tree again, and his eyes are real noticeable even from a distance.
Anon comes drifting over after the whole excitement with the chapel and everything, the night lit up with whatever's still burning and what's left of the afterparty still groaning along on its last legs. It's debatable how many people are getting to sleep tonight, especially after all the enchanted sleep this week.
For his part, Anon seems perfectly relaxed, if a little smokey around the edges. He stops just below where Natsuno's holed himself up and peers up at him. He looks a little bemused.]
You know that tree's not good for you, right? [apparently he has enough sense to tell even at night!] What's up, anyway?
[He might be asking about his eyes, or just in general. It sure has been a long day.]
Yeah, I don't care. [ As if to emphasize his point, he leans back into the tree. His indifference is apparently aimed at himself however, given that there's no delay in his replies. ]
Tired, you? [ If the question's phrased that way, he's going to go with the easier answer. ]
[He blinks, and then gives a little laugh, settling himself carefully by the tree but not close enough for any stray leaves or anything to land on him. He may be a demon Infernal creature-thing but he's a sensible one, especially with everything all sealed up tighter than the Foundation's coffers.]
Do you always look more like that when you're tired? Come to think of it, for a long time I had that problem too!
[There's a bit of a silence as he stretches, cracking some joints and rolling stiff muscles.]
Mm, it's really been an interesting day, hasn't it? There was a lot of food, so I feel like I should go to sleep now, but I'm definitely too awake.
[ "Look like what?" He almost asks until he unconsciously runs his tongue over his teeth, feeling his fangs. Mm, he can't be bothered to will his appearance back to normal at the moment. ]
No, but I'm not usually tired. [ More mentally than physically, and it reflects in his voice and how generally passive he's being. ]
It was something, but neither witch got what they wanted. [ He shrugs, rustling some of the leaves. ] Eating makes me more awake, but I can't say I'm interested in it right now.
[ It feels weird to be meeting up with Anon inside again instead of just running into him on the mansion grounds. But meeting inside is definitely less weird than choosing to purposefully meet up with him, so that's what Natsuno focuses on as he wanders over to the infernal's room. He chooses to ignore that he's following all of the practiced steps he did with Tohru, which includes his tendency to just barge in without knocking. This is what happens when you give him permission once and you're not a doctor. ]
You know, I think I'm more popular as a jinrou than as a human. [ Hopefully he's not walking in on anything weird going on? But this wouldn't be the first time, as he never learns. ]
[It's definitely unusual for Anon to be indoors, but surprisingly perhaps, like any good boy he'll usually come in at some time of night to prepare for bed -- what's really unexpected is that someone is actually at his door.
His room is just as neat as it was for most of the room checks -- there's... a sprig of nightshade on the nightstand, so it's debatable whether he's heeded any warnings. It's at least wrapped, and looks quite nice there next to some rocks and shells that have accumulated slowly over time. Other than that, the place is fairly ordinary, minus the books and the giant sword he carries around sometimes.
Oh, and the big ol' pillow-sized plush version of his trial self sitting in a place of honor on the bed, sure, why not.
Anon himself is currently doing some of those handstand-pushups, one-handed. Apparently this is how he preps for bed...? He grins at Natsuno upside down, seemingly unfazed by his sudden appearance.]
I'm not surprised! Jinrou are a lot more unusual than humans, and besides, strong people always get a lot of people following them around!
[ Natsuno has no judgments about the nightshade (partially because he's never actually paid attention to the room checks due to guarding his own) you live your yolo life Anon. The plushie does however get a complete lookover. Everyone really did get weird things, huh? He kind of wants to poke it.
Suppressing that urge, he turns the desk chair around and sits in it, leaning over the back. A couple of more seconds of staring at the one handed handstands for good measure and he's settled in. ]
I don't like it. I don't advertise either of those things, and it's not like anyone here knows if I'm strong or not. [ As opposed to knowing that he's a jinrou, which a good chunk of people know at this point. ]
[Sometimes you just want to decorate your room with literally anything in the garden that won't outright melt your internal organs at a glance. Live fast! Live dangerously! The plushie, meanwhile, is looking quite fluffy indeed, like your whole hand could probably sink into the fur. The horns and skeleton limbs look hilariously noodly, too.
(Poke it, you know you want to.)
Anon continues his exercises, occasionally hopping as he switches hands. He gives a laugh at Natsuno's grumbling.]
There aren't enough people here, and lots of them are nosy. That's the way some people protect themselves -- with information, and other people.
Besides, I know you're strong, but you're also pretty good at looking the part!
[He's saying you're scary to normies, but it's probably a compliment.]
[ Urge to poke plush rising, but since he's already sitting maybe later. ]
That didn't work out for all the old hags in Sotoba. [ More grumbling that's interrupted by that...observation? compliment? random commentary? One of those. Natsuno doesn't know how to take it, so he just huffs instead. ]
Do you? [ Know how strong he is. It kinda almost sounds playful too. ]
[ There are a lot of things he can blame his current mood on. Having to make those dumb flower crowns, a third meeting in a row (whether he gargoyled or not during is irrelevant), having to play mother hen to his food source, and last but not least another of those pointless plays to sit through. It's a lot. But none of these events—at least directly—is responsible for the leaden weight on his chest. Piece by piece he's tried to bury something only for it to rise time and time again.
Fitting, really.
Laying on the roof, gaze up at the stars, his mind draws parallels even then. ]
[Anon's not too far behind him on the roof -- he just pops up over the edge a moment later and then comes over to sprawl beside Natsuno and stare up into the stars. The breeze is always nice after an evening and a week (three days) of Too Many Meetings and endless visions and getting pulled into books, so much so that even he's starting to tire of all of it -- there's always the comforting tang of salt and night air to dispel things out here.
From here, the ocean spreads even farther -- the noise is as vast as the view, like a giant hand rustling through the forest and then the water.
So the silence goes on for a little while. Anon is usually the one to let his words spill all over first -- so he's left the obvious ones in the ballroom already. So he waits.]
[ Silence is as familiar to Natsuno as the night—there's an innate comfort in getting lost in either, or both. Sometimes that can be dangerous, but the sea air and the company by his side ensure that he won't drift out too far. For a few minutes, he's content to soak in the sights, sounds, and scents even with the slight pang of hunger starting to curl in his stomach. But then like an errant breaking wave, the silence is dispersed all at once. ]
I don't get the point of those stupid shows. It was obvious from the beginning that she would screw up and give up somewhere along the way. Dragging it out, trying to evoke pity, it's pointless. I don't care anymore than when it happened to me.
Well, I think some of it is just Nirrti being Nirrti, no matter what. Some of that came from being a Witch, but she seemed pretty dramatic either way. Maybe some of it is just because it's a book...?
[Because like, he agrees? It's pretty much a tale as old as time and a mistake as old as rhyme or whatever, 90% of them -- even some of the goody-two-shoes -- have seen this coming for weeks and frankly... Anon would have fallen asleep in some of those if he hadn't had a vested interest in poking at Nirrti-adjacent things.
That's probably why he was always nattering away in the peanut gallery, anyway. Gotta keep focus somehow.
He tilts his head a little to glance briefly at Natsuno's profile, then goes back to the sky.]
There's a lot of things that are pointless if you're dead. But you're bad at dying, right? What was it like?
[ Murmuring his agreement, that seems to be as good of an explanation as any. If it wasn't for the deluge of things this week he probably could have shrugged it off like he has been doing. This is probably a point on why talking about things with someone is well, important—but he's doing that now isn't he? ]
Yeah. It's like death and me are very...contrary. When I want it, it runs away from me. When I don't, it chases me down relentlessly. I fought against the Shiki for weeks basically on my own, I wasn't going to let myself die in that village no matter what. If I had to kill someone, desecrate a corpse, steal money, lie to my family, I didn't care. I was sure there was nothing that could stop me. But when the time came down to it, and death finally came to me I—I just accepted it. If it had been anyone else I could have...
[ Cupping his palm over his eyes, he no longer wants to see the stars. Not when all he can see right now is a sky of white flowers. ]
I failed. I gave up, just like she did. I was okay with dying if it was at Tohru's hands. [ Like a random drop of rain, the name just falls off his lips. He adds the actual answer to the question as an afterthought, a feeble attempt at a coverup. ]
But death was...it wasn't bad. I think I was content.
[ As the laws of the universe demand, everything must balance out eventually. That's probably one of the reasons that they're meeting inside this time around. Well, and it's hard to get privacy with a bunch of people drinking out in the courtyard.
But there's ample bedrooms inside the house at least, and the futons are pretty comfortable; Natsuno wastes no time in just rolling on top of one. It's been a day, but he doesn't want to sleep (or is it wake up?), especially with the buzz that floats in his thoughts. ]
[Anon flops on his front on the next futon over -- the quiet is like a physical presence after all the yelling and pandemonium out in the courtyard (what a meeting, it's almost a surprise they didn't shout the rest of the tree's petals down at this rate), and he stretches into it and gently clinks his sake cup against the bottle.
Because of course he brought the bottle. His movements are lazy and sprawling already but he's still contemplating it like it contains the mysteries of the next universe he'd like to go to.]
Hmm. I've never actually tried a futon before, you know? We used to live in Robert's old house when we were in the human world. It was all... Western? I think that's what they called it.
[ Tilting towards the clinking Natsuno makes an attempt at getting comfortable. He didn't bring a sake cup (or regular cup like that one time), because he doesn't have the best habits when it comes to things like this. Alcohol isn't blood, but it gives him a similar warm feeling in his belly and he's a bit hungry right now. Of course this doesn't stop him from drinking directly from the bottle or mooching off of Anon, but details. ]
Yeah. We actually used western furniture even though our house was a traditional Japanese one. Probably because my father couldn't make a futon like he could a bed. I've used futons at others peoples houses though. [ Mnn gonna casually rollover and take the futon with him so hes winds up right next to Anon with no space inbetween. That's better, cause touch is something he's found he enjoys. ]
I kind of wonder what it would have been like in a traditional Japanese place. It's kind of cozy like this.
[He's about to take a sip but gets completely distracted when there's suddenly a whole lot of Natsuno next to him, and he eventually gives up and sets down the cup to curl up against him with a little sigh. It's warm where they're all lined up, and his head is a little heavy with sake and thoughts and plans and all kinds of things, so he sets it a bit clumsily on his companion's shoulder.
It gives him a nice view of the sake bottle, which doesn't quite make up for not being able to look at Natsuno from this angle, but them's the breaks. It at least quiets down the strange part of him that's reared its head lately, that wants to touch all the time and gets even louder when alcohol happens. It makes little sense to him, but that's kind of been the theme around here.
Normally he'd be all for all impulses, but it's not like he can see Natsuno all the time, anyway. He's making the most of it.]
Hammock beds... are those ones made out of nets, right? They seem more like traps than beds.
[There's a bit of amusement as he tries to picture how the thing works.]
We should find one then. One better than here that's at least forty tatami mats and has an onsen.
[ That might defeat the point of cozy, but there's amenities to consider too. For his part Natsuno is content to be a headrest and he lets his eyes slip closed. They'll be no sleeping (at least for now), but he can't help feeling perfectly relaxed like this. ]
Mhmm. But maybe you'd sleep in a tree with me then. [ As it turns out, liquor removes what very little filter Natsuno has in the first place. ]
[ Somehow it's only now that they're getting around to really using this together, even if it's been here for a few days. Blame it on intense koi spectating, encroachment of the fragment sea on the living, or that an onsen is best enjoyed with good company without interruptions (read: it's probably pretty late so they're unlikely to run into anyone else).
After giving himself a quick rinse (proper washing can come later and there's likely distractions that'll happen then since he'll probably offer to give Anon a hand with his hair), Natsuno slides into the onsen with a towel folded on his head. Turns out you can't take the Japanese out of a jinrou no matter how many deaths you go through, because he's remarkably relaxed and seemingly at home once he's settled in. ]
[It's certainly been somehow an exciting week, even if all the excitement has been on-screen -- Anon is pretty sure this is what watching a sporting event would look like, even if he absolutely prefers to be in the middle of the action -- and with their influx of new residents in the noodle dream wonderland, it's no wonder they haven't gotten around to completely exploring any additions to the place.
There are all kinds of other distractions taking up his time these days, anyway. Somehow time has flown by almost as quickly as the island and the mansion themselves have dissolved. Rather like in a dream, actually.
There's always a softer quality about the place, but especially so later at night when most others are asleep or retired, dreaming in the dream; and he and Natsuno are usually still up, because he's starting to become a little nocturnal at this point. Whoops. The hot springs etiquette that Natsuno and presumably Watanuki follows isn't quite the same as the Underworld, of course, but there are commonalities, because that's how baths work. Anon follows Natsuno's lead at his usual easy pace, and finally seats himself in the onsen with a happy sigh, hair mostly gathered in a towel with some wisps escaping and curling down his neck. He has a lot of hair, okay.]
He wouldn't! This is technically his dream and his onsen, anyway. Besides, I'm sure he secretly wanted one too, he just needed somebody to be creative first.
[He's been mostly good, and the water is tempting, so at this point he slides down just a bit and blows some bubbles.]
Lazy. [ That's directed toward his current boss, and it sounds like there's something else there because of course his mind snaps to the conversation they had earlier this week. It's something that's been nagging at him a bit like an annoying bug bite that itches at the most inopportune times.
Thankfully (or not?) the bubbles redirect him and Natsuno glances over with an amused hum. ]
I can hear my father yelling not to play around in the onsen from here. [ Which means of course that he approves. ]
Mmhm, lazy and short-tempered and really likes throwing his weight around!
[Anon pops his head back out of the water for that, laughing a little -- as always, dragging Watanuki is one of his favorite past-times, even if there's little malice in it at this point in the Game. It's rather more like an old bit of gossip or pleasantly regarding a pupil with particularly bad grades.
Something like that.
He meets Natsuno's amusement with a full complement of smiling cheekiness. All things considered, he knows what he means now when he brings up his old man.]
Anyway, this is a dream onsen, so it's definitely for playing around in. I bet if Watanuki wanted, we could have the water be rainbow colors and everything.
...yeah I can see that. [ This kinda sounds like the earlier weeks where he would get randomly lost in trailing trains of thought. Here though he has a lot of anchors—it's impossible to ignore that smile even if he wanted. Still he leans back in the onsen with a short sigh, letting the tips of his hair drag into the water. ]
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Week 1 Post Trial
And it's a nice perch to watch the chapel burn from, so. The view is pretty nostalgic and almost comforting if he doesn't let his mind wander too much to one certain person in particular—forgetting him hasn't gotten any easier. That's his frame of mind when he spots Anon on the ground and offers a half-hearted wave: instinct mostly, and memories of something and someone long dead. ]
Hey.
[ In the reflection of the night, his eyes are vibrant red. ]
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Anon comes drifting over after the whole excitement with the chapel and everything, the night lit up with whatever's still burning and what's left of the afterparty still groaning along on its last legs. It's debatable how many people are getting to sleep tonight, especially after all the enchanted sleep this week.
For his part, Anon seems perfectly relaxed, if a little smokey around the edges. He stops just below where Natsuno's holed himself up and peers up at him. He looks a little bemused.]
You know that tree's not good for you, right? [apparently he has enough sense to tell even at night!] What's up, anyway?
[He might be asking about his eyes, or just in general. It sure has been a long day.]
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Tired, you? [ If the question's phrased that way, he's going to go with the easier answer. ]
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Do you always look more like that when you're tired? Come to think of it, for a long time I had that problem too!
[There's a bit of a silence as he stretches, cracking some joints and rolling stiff muscles.]
Mm, it's really been an interesting day, hasn't it? There was a lot of food, so I feel like I should go to sleep now, but I'm definitely too awake.
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No, but I'm not usually tired. [ More mentally than physically, and it reflects in his voice and how generally passive he's being. ]
It was something, but neither witch got what they wanted. [ He shrugs, rustling some of the leaves. ] Eating makes me more awake, but I can't say I'm interested in it right now.
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week 3 monday night
You know, I think I'm more popular as a jinrou than as a human. [ Hopefully he's not walking in on anything weird going on? But this wouldn't be the first time, as he never learns. ]
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His room is just as neat as it was for most of the room checks -- there's... a sprig of nightshade on the nightstand, so it's debatable whether he's heeded any warnings. It's at least wrapped, and looks quite nice there next to some rocks and shells that have accumulated slowly over time. Other than that, the place is fairly ordinary, minus the books and the giant sword he carries around sometimes.
Oh, and the big ol' pillow-sized plush version of his trial self sitting in a place of honor on the bed, sure, why not.
Anon himself is currently doing some of those handstand-pushups, one-handed. Apparently this is how he preps for bed...? He grins at Natsuno upside down, seemingly unfazed by his sudden appearance.]
I'm not surprised! Jinrou are a lot more unusual than humans, and besides, strong people always get a lot of people following them around!
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He kind of wants to poke it.Suppressing that urge, he turns the desk chair around and sits in it, leaning over the back. A couple of more seconds of staring at the one handed handstands for good measure and he's settled in. ]
I don't like it. I don't advertise either of those things, and it's not like anyone here knows if I'm strong or not. [ As opposed to knowing that he's a jinrou, which a good chunk of people know at this point. ]
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(Poke it, you know you want to.)
Anon continues his exercises, occasionally hopping as he switches hands. He gives a laugh at Natsuno's grumbling.]
There aren't enough people here, and lots of them are nosy. That's the way some people protect themselves -- with information, and other people.
Besides, I know you're strong, but you're also pretty good at looking the part!
[He's saying you're scary to normies, but it's probably a compliment.]
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That didn't work out for all the old hags in Sotoba. [ More grumbling that's interrupted by that...observation? compliment? random commentary? One of those. Natsuno doesn't know how to take it, so he just huffs instead. ]
Do you? [ Know how strong he is. It kinda almost sounds playful too. ]
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week 4 wednesday night
Fitting, really.
Laying on the roof, gaze up at the stars, his mind draws parallels even then. ]
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From here, the ocean spreads even farther -- the noise is as vast as the view, like a giant hand rustling through the forest and then the water.
So the silence goes on for a little while. Anon is usually the one to let his words spill all over first -- so he's left the obvious ones in the ballroom already. So he waits.]
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I don't get the point of those stupid shows. It was obvious from the beginning that she would screw up and give up somewhere along the way. Dragging it out, trying to evoke pity, it's pointless. I don't care anymore than when it happened to me.
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[Because like, he agrees? It's pretty much a tale as old as time and a mistake as old as rhyme or whatever, 90% of them -- even some of the goody-two-shoes -- have seen this coming for weeks and frankly... Anon would have fallen asleep in some of those if he hadn't had a vested interest in poking at Nirrti-adjacent things.
That's probably why he was always nattering away in the peanut gallery, anyway. Gotta keep focus somehow.
He tilts his head a little to glance briefly at Natsuno's profile, then goes back to the sky.]
There's a lot of things that are pointless if you're dead. But you're bad at dying, right? What was it like?
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Yeah. It's like death and me are very...contrary. When I want it, it runs away from me. When I don't, it chases me down relentlessly. I fought against the Shiki for weeks basically on my own, I wasn't going to let myself die in that village no matter what. If I had to kill someone, desecrate a corpse, steal money, lie to my family, I didn't care. I was sure there was nothing that could stop me. But when the time came down to it, and death finally came to me I—I just accepted it. If it had been anyone else I could have...
[ Cupping his palm over his eyes, he no longer wants to see the stars. Not when all he can see right now is a sky of white flowers. ]
I failed. I gave up, just like she did. I was okay with dying if it was at Tohru's hands. [ Like a random drop of rain, the name just falls off his lips. He adds the actual answer to the question as an afterthought, a feeble attempt at a coverup. ]
But death was...it wasn't bad. I think I was content.
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week 6 wed night dreamland edition
But there's ample bedrooms inside the house at least, and the futons are pretty comfortable; Natsuno wastes no time in just rolling on top of one. It's been a day, but he doesn't want to sleep (or is it wake up?), especially with the buzz that floats in his thoughts. ]
Mn, it's not a roof but a futon isn't that bad.
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Because of course he brought the bottle. His movements are lazy and sprawling already but he's still contemplating it like it contains the mysteries of the next universe he'd like to go to.]
Hmm. I've never actually tried a futon before, you know? We used to live in Robert's old house when we were in the human world. It was all... Western? I think that's what they called it.
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Yeah. We actually used western furniture even though our house was a traditional Japanese one. Probably because my father couldn't make a futon like he could a bed. I've used futons at others peoples houses though. [ Mnn gonna casually rollover and take the futon with him so hes winds up right next to Anon with no space inbetween. That's better, cause touch is something he's found he enjoys. ]
I wanna try a hammock bed sometime.
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[He's about to take a sip but gets completely distracted when there's suddenly a whole lot of Natsuno next to him, and he eventually gives up and sets down the cup to curl up against him with a little sigh. It's warm where they're all lined up, and his head is a little heavy with sake and thoughts and plans and all kinds of things, so he sets it a bit clumsily on his companion's shoulder.
It gives him a nice view of the sake bottle, which doesn't quite make up for not being able to look at Natsuno from this angle, but them's the breaks. It at least quiets down the strange part of him that's reared its head lately, that wants to touch all the time and gets even louder when alcohol happens. It makes little sense to him, but that's kind of been the theme around here.
Normally he'd be all for all impulses, but it's not like he can see Natsuno all the time, anyway. He's making the most of it.]
Hammock beds... are those ones made out of nets, right? They seem more like traps than beds.
[There's a bit of amusement as he tries to picture how the thing works.]
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[ That might defeat the point of cozy, but there's amenities to consider too. For his part Natsuno is content to be a headrest and he lets his eyes slip closed. They'll be no sleeping (at least for now), but he can't help feeling perfectly relaxed like this. ]
Mhmm. But maybe you'd sleep in a tree with me then. [ As it turns out, liquor removes what very little filter Natsuno has in the first place. ]
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week 7 dreamland redux wed night
After giving himself a quick rinse (proper washing can come later and there's likely distractions that'll happen then since he'll probably offer to give Anon a hand with his hair), Natsuno slides into the onsen with a towel folded on his head. Turns out you can't take the Japanese out of a jinrou no matter how many deaths you go through, because he's remarkably relaxed and seemingly at home once he's settled in. ]
I'm surprised he didn't make me wish for this.
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There are all kinds of other distractions taking up his time these days, anyway. Somehow time has flown by almost as quickly as the island and the mansion themselves have dissolved. Rather like in a dream, actually.
There's always a softer quality about the place, but especially so later at night when most others are asleep or retired, dreaming in the dream; and he and Natsuno are usually still up, because he's starting to become a little nocturnal at this point. Whoops. The hot springs etiquette that Natsuno and presumably Watanuki follows isn't quite the same as the Underworld, of course, but there are commonalities, because that's how baths work. Anon follows Natsuno's lead at his usual easy pace, and finally seats himself in the onsen with a happy sigh, hair mostly gathered in a towel with some wisps escaping and curling down his neck. He has a lot of hair, okay.]
He wouldn't! This is technically his dream and his onsen, anyway. Besides, I'm sure he secretly wanted one too, he just needed somebody to be creative first.
[He's been mostly good, and the water is tempting, so at this point he slides down just a bit and blows some bubbles.]
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Thankfully (or not?) the bubbles redirect him and Natsuno glances over with an amused hum. ]
I can hear my father yelling not to play around in the onsen from here. [ Which means of course that he approves. ]
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[Anon pops his head back out of the water for that, laughing a little -- as always, dragging Watanuki is one of his favorite past-times, even if there's little malice in it at this point in the Game. It's rather more like an old bit of gossip or pleasantly regarding a pupil with particularly bad grades.
Something like that.
He meets Natsuno's amusement with a full complement of smiling cheekiness. All things considered, he knows what he means now when he brings up his old man.]
Anyway, this is a dream onsen, so it's definitely for playing around in. I bet if Watanuki wanted, we could have the water be rainbow colors and everything.
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Is that really the kind of thing he wants?
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