(Shylock has rights. He can do whatever he wants and he'll just explain and ask Norimune for forgiveness if he has to.
He sets out a tea tray, a set of cups, a few candies, and rice crackers in the center. Little things he just does without thinking much, like he's done this before (because he has. He's served tea and snacks plenty of times to sensei and others.). )
You don't have to.
(Bringing the tray over, setting it down in front of him and now they just have to wait for the water to boil which shouldn't take much longer, )
... But he liked the one you sent before.
(If he wants to send more. He won't stop Shylock if he wants to? It's his wine.)
Then I'll strive to be a perfectly average, no-surprises pupil.
[ β¨πβ¨ ]
You're speaking like a real Shuten now, Hizen-san. [Sorry, but he's being very nice. Kamui can tell. He won't say it, though; he'd like to not get yelled at a second time.] It's the truth. Nearly all my abilities are gone or dampened in this world... I need to make up for it somehow.
[They're passing by shops now; Kamui cocks his head, peering into the storefronts they pass.]
Shuten's got nothing to do with it. That's just how it is everywhere.
(It's how it is back home and he assumes its the same for other places too. And he grumbles,)
If you're weak, no one gives a shit about you.
(And he doesn't elaborate. He nod and they continue down a little row of shops until they get to one store that specializes in selling swords and knives. There's an impressive, over the top, and intimidating display with skulls and chains and stuff in the shop window. It looks pretty sketch and there's no way any decent weapon would be as cheap as some of the prices listed at the front.)
[ chinhands. he doesn't exactly know how much rights hizen has given him, but he's been having a Time taking advantage of them without even being aware of it. as far as he knows, hizen resembles a cranky old cat who's slowly getting used to human contact -- or in this case, wizard contact? ]
And I'll send more if he wants. I really do think he needs it more than you, but...
[ he takes a rice cracker in his hand, admiring it from all corners before snapping it in half delicately. ]
[He holds Hizen's words in his mind for a moment. Whatever response he might give to that won't be a good one, or it'll be unnecessary; he chooses silent agreement over any other option instead.
Good thing the storefront is pretty distracting. Kamui frowns, staring at the gaudy decorations:]
Is this the right place? [yeah, those swords are way too cheap. this looks like what teens buy when they want to brag about owning a katana.] Hizen-san, can we really find a good weapon here?
(Hizen is, in fact, a cranky old cat that is getting used to human contact so Shylock isn't wrong.)
I can make sure he gets it.
(If Shylock really wants to send another bottle but that last little comment gets Hizen to freeze ever so slightly. It's just a half-second of surprise before he goes back to taking out a box of tea, setting the bags in the cup and asking plainly,)
(That's it. That's all he says and he's going to lead the way right into the show,)
Oi.
(The owner looks up from dealing with some punk customers looking at a flashy, over-the-top sword model. It's purple! With lightning bolts! It was forged from a steel struck by lightning and is imbued with the power of Raijin! (It most certainly was not). The owner shoves a lid over the sword and begins to usher the youths out. Get out, get out, this is one of Toraguma's officers coming to do some shitty check--)
You know the drill. Don't waste my time.
(Hizen has been here before and he points a thumb over at Kamui,)
From Mr. Norimune himself. Or rather, the fragment of his nightmares.
[ does that make sense? shylock said it so conversationally too, as if he was just talking about the weather. haha, isn't it nice to see the clear skies again? ]
Swords do have interesting relationships with their owners, don't they.
(Before the water boiler can finish, he takes it off and pours water into their cups. It doesn't have to be perfectly boiling. As long as it's hot, it's fine. They can drink faster this way, too.
He's quiet, listening to Shylock explain. Yes, it makes sense. Those curses and phantoms sure did reveal a lot of things that should have been kept quiet.
Finally, he takes a seat,)
Relationships between humans and spirits aren't ordinary. (It makes sense to Hizen. Of course they'd have strange relationships. They aren't the same beings.) We're too different.
That we are. But it seems as though the human Lost Souls are more accepting of us uncommon folk... or at least, they are more tolerant of our presences simply because they have no choice.
[ namely, the exorcists. shylock will wait for the tea to cool a bit and for the tea to steep before unknowingly dropping this query: ]
But I recall you mentioning that your owner is here as well. How is he?
(It isn't so much the tolerance that Hizen is getting at but how they co-exist. Even if they tolerate each other and live together, they'll never be able to interact the same way humans would with other humans. Or the way other spirits would interact with spirits. They'll always perceive each other through their own experiences and that, in turn, will shift their interactions.
Shylock, however, has touched on a difficult subject and it's very clear. His shoulders drop, he looks down, and his hands, wrapped around his cup, tense. Quietly,)
(If he could make himself smaller, he would. All he can do is keep his head down and slouch a little more in his chair,)
... I couldn't do anything. (He couldn't help him. Couldn't keep him safe. Couldn't be relied on. Couldn't be good enough. Couldn't--) ... Didn't want me.
(That isn't what he said but it's how it felt and that, especially, stings.)
(No, he didn't. Yes, he might as well have. He doesn't reply right away; too focused on replaying that moment in his head, trying to filter through his own perceptions but failing.)
Didn't want me around. Even when I said I wanted t'stay...
Ryouma. (He isn't in the mood to be cagey and he trusts Shylock. He likes him.) The one who gave me to Izo.
When I tried to help him too... he didn't want it. .... Never wanted me anwyay.
(His whole perspective of things is skewed. He sees everything through a worn filter. He was sent off by one master and the other told him to be quiet. Even if they had their reasons, even if he knows they weren't being themselves, it still sticks him at him like needles, picking at old scars.)
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