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un: gohan
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No one is available to take your call.
At the tone, please record your message."
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un: gohan
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Just get inside.
(He's impatient, still flustered and he steps aside, finishing messing with his bandage. Of course, he doesn't wear it when he's sleeping or even when he's alone, especially in this summer heat and humidity.
Sleeping with it on is just asking to strangle himself in his sleep and if he's going to die, he's going to die in battle like a warrior... not strangled in bed like some futon or cotton spirit got him.
He just doesn't like others seeing it.
He steps aside to let Shylock in and starts to make his way over towards the kitchen,)
... I'll make some tea.
(Please don't expect much but he's trying to be a good host. Also welcome to Hizen's humble abode... it truly isn't much. Pretty bare as far as furniture goes, no real decoration. The only place he has to sit is... two chairs for the kitchen table??? A single shelf with some papers and odd trinkets stacked neatly and a pile of folded clothes right in the middle of the living room floor....... As sad as everything is, it's all at least neat. The minimalism helps but it's definitely a clean living space.)
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at any case, he slides onto an empty chair at the kitchen, folding his hands together. ]
Mr. Norimune is still out?
[ probably doing enma things, for all he knows. truly, there is no rest for the wicked. ]
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Mhm. The big guy works them pretty hard. Long hours and stuff.
(So Hizen just... does what he can around the place. He keeps it clean and organized and makes notes of things they need to buy. Norimune has some pretty nice teas to choose from, at least, and Hizen considers which one to choose as he gets the water boiling in an electric kettle.)
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[ if he were smoking right now, he would've taken a long drag at this point. btw can he smoke here or
he'll just watch hizen do about his business in the kitchen, placing his chin on his hand. ]
I should have sent along another bottle, then. I have no doubt that he is just as exhausted -- maybe even more so.
[ especially with the fight with a certain genius swordsman that shylock had witnessed... ]
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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.)
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[ 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. ]
I suppose even Touken Danshi have their limits.
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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,)
Where did you hear that?
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[ 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.
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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.
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[ 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?
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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,)
I dunno.
(And even quieter,)
He told me to beat it. No one's seen him since.
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Why did he say so?
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... 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.)
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...Did he say that? That he didn't want you.
[ there's usually more to it than that. ]
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Didn't want me around. Even when I said I wanted t'stay...
Neither of 'em... wanted to listen to me...
(A second character enters the story.)
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--did he? ]
Who else is there...?
[ dammit. of all the times he didn't bring along wine...?! ]
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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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well. the tea has cooled off enough, and shylock will take this moment to take a sip. it's refreshing, but the mood is anything but. it's all right though -- he chose to visit him in the first place, no matter what disposition hizen was in. shylock didn't believe that he was all right in the first place, but this was... a lot. ]
Last month took a toll in everyone's minds. You know this.
[ but at the same time, it was also shylock who told him that he was loved by his master in life. what happened now?
he closes his eyes as he carefully chooses his words. ]
They must've had their reasons, but it could not have hurt them to tell you. Although it could be that it must have hurt telling you to stay away, too.
[ but he could be playing devil's advocate, as he always has. ]
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If he was strong
If he listened
If he did what he was told
If he even did the dirty work
If he did everything no one else wanted to do
If he was useful
If he tried to be good
Then he would be valued. Wanted.
And the rain had washed it away. His own hopes turned against him. He slides one, two, three steps back and he relearns his place again. )
Doesn't matter. (He takes a breath, a long, tired sigh, and reaches to take a piece of candy. Unwrapping it and popping it into his mouth. He isn't really hungry but if he does something, he can fill some of his hollowness. ) 'S all in the past now.
(Things that can't be taken back. Things that have to be lived with. )
Just gotta deal with it.
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shylock only watches him over the rim of his cup, observing, also mulling on what to say. now hizen reminds him of a cat abandoned by both his owners... ]
It doesn't have to be. For you are a relic of the past as well.
[ shylock would know. ]
Did you truly want everything to go back to the way it used to be?
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He sucks on the candy, letting it melt on his tongue and keeps quiet,)
... No. (A sip of tea,) I just...
(Voice trailing. No, he isn't going to finish it.)
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Talk to them, Hizen. You are given a corporeal form for a reason.
[ he takes a sip of his tea once more, relishing the easy quiet between them despite the somber topic. ]
Be angry about it if you have to.
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(He isn't. It would be easier if he was angry, he thinks. Instead he just feels... He raises one hand to his chest and taps just lightly as his heart like one might tap something to see if it's working.
Manifesting as a person with a real form and feelings sure is a lot to figure out and Hizen is very much still learning.)
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he stands up from his seat, walks around the table until he's hovering over hizen, hand reaching down to gently place a palm onto the sword's heart. ]
Does it make you want to cry?
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What?
(He sounds confused. He looks confused. But his eyes, usually dark and lacking in light, seem brighter.)
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