sotoshini | Private 「Anon」

[ 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. ]

[ 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. ]

Edited 2019-04-09 22:35 (UTC)

[ 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. ]

...

[ 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. ]

Mn, it's not a roof but a futon isn't that bad.

[ 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. ]

I'm surprised he didn't make me wish for this.

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