week 4, thursday

[digestif]

You fought the dragon, didn't you?

[ it would seem like a leap of logic if it weren't for the fact that, with night falling now, the two of them can literally hear something big and reptilian flapping around in the distance. Mizuki is concerned, yes. If they weren't, they wouldn't be out here with a bunch of supplies they looted from the desolate village marketplace, tending to his wounds as best they can with their very basic knowledge; they've got his shirt off (probably not very hard to do) and are doing their best to clean up his various pokes and punctures. To that end, they've also got a jug of water nearby - which they gesture at briefly. However, they are also annoyed... because that was stupid. And reckless. ]

Also, use your power to turn that into disinfectant, will you?

[ they know he can turn water into alcohol, he did it before, dammit. time to make majima use his power for something useful for the first time ever ]

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[digestif]

Right? It doesn't really fit my image.

[ they laugh a little. ]

It's true, though! His name was Hisato. We didn't get along, exactly, but he'd always look after me...

[ or he was supposed to. Mizuki's voice stays pretty casual as they continue. ]

Obviously, he didn't do a very good job, since I ended up being the one looking for him. He vanished a few years back, but I'm pretty sure I know where he went.

[haw]

[ he pauses, letting that last bit hang for a moment. ]

S'that why you're here? To find him?

[digestif]

... No, I gave up on that. He probably can't come back. But it's adjacent to why I'm here.

[ Mizuki sighs, dabbing daintily at his back. The tattoo is cool; it's a shame that some of it's going to get interrupted by all of these scars. ]

It's a long story... I don't know if you want to hear the whole thing. And I don't know how much of it will make sense, either. We're both from the same Japan, but... not exactly the same. I can tell.

[ he's so old-fashioned - his cabaret club, the way he talks, the way he acted about Senri's old game console when they lived together. They know what it means by now. ]

[haw]

[ he settles back into his resting position, his nostrils flaring as mizuki continues to treat his wounds. ]

Yeah, I got that much. Yer all from the future, ain'tcha? It was kinda hard to not notice as much, an' if this was still our first week here, I woulda called bullshit on ya... but we've had weirder shit happen since, haven't we?

[digestif]

Right... I thought Guy-kun was pulling my leg when we got here. Chuuya-kun, too, and Ishi-san. But, you know... I pet a pegasus the other day. What else can we do but believe? [ a pause. ] When I left, it was the summer of 2148.

[ their tone is fairly neutral as they say it. It's a kind of sad reality, when they think about it. But they try not to think about it. From the beginning, they were supposed to be ready to throw away all of these people; they can't let that change. Or they shouldn't. (They already know they are.) ]

[haw]

[ it's one thing knowing something is possible... it's another to be faced with that reality coming from someone you trust. ]

Ya wanna hear somethin' pretty wild? It was just about Christmas 1988 for me.

[digestif]

... So you and I are an entire 160 years apart. That's pretty hard to imagine...

[ the way they trail off a little is uncharacteristic; it's obvious that they're deep in thought, and they stay quiet for a while. ]

... It's sort of sad.

[haw]

. . .

Hey. Ya done treatin' my back?

[digestif]

Huh? Well, almost...

[ ??? ]

Why? Are you tired?

[haw]

Lil' bit. Plus, I'm gettin' kinda bored lookin' at the wall while I'm talkin' to ya.

[digestif]

[ fair enough. They pause for a second, then scoot their chair back, thus signifying that he's finally free from further stinging. ]

We'll call this good enough, then. Just be careful not to reopen anything. [ a beat. ] Not that I'm a doctor, but.

[haw]

[ he pushes himself back up, running a hand through his hair and swinging his ponytail over his shoulder so that it doesn't touch his back. ]

S'far as I can tell, ya did a pretty decent job regardless. [ he reaches over and casually rests his hand on their shoulder. ] Thanks. I dunno what I'd do without ya.

[digestif]

[ they don't seem to mind the point of contact, merely throwing him a mischievous smile. ]

Hmmm... Good question. You'd probably just fall apart?

[haw]

All right, I ain't that fragile.

[digestif]

[ majima will eat those words in approximately 2 days ]

[ brightly: ] So tough~. Unfortunately, however, all men are fragile.

[ the gender jokes don't hit as hard when he's seen them out of their clothes, but they can't help themself!! Mizuki gives him a wink, then shifts away from his hand, going to throw the bloodied towels in a bin. ]

But - you're welcome. It's the least I can do.

[haw]

[ yea that's why i said it ]

Speakin' of favors... I got a proposition for ya. [ and no it's not horny, ] How do ya feel about comin' with me to meet with Beauty-han next week?

[digestif]

[ mizuki was absolutely getting ready to turn down his horny proposition on account of his injuries, so they're reasonably surprised when he says something normal. ]

Meeting him together?

[ they raise an eyebrow. ]

Why?

[haw]

I sweet-talked Indulgence-han into the idea of formin' an alliance. Since we aren't doin' so hot ourselves, I told him we should start lookin' for help anywhere we could... an', whaddaya know, he said he likes Beauty-han more than any of the other gods.

Plus, we already know we work pretty damn well together. Ain't that convenient?

[digestif]

Is that what he said? I sort of feel bad for him.

[ because Mizuki asked Beauty which gods he liked best, and Indulgence's name... did not come up... rip.

Majima has a point, though. Shockingly. ]

You know, Majima-kun... That's actually a good idea. All right - I'm in.

[haw]

[ honestly, he can't even argue. press f to pay offerings to indulgence ]

Hey—whaddaya mean, "actually"?

[digestif]

Nothing! Good job.

[ a playful wink. ]

It's not a solution, but we've seen how it can help. We can go see him once this weekend's through. [ a beat. ] What made you think of that all of a sudden?

[ it was a bit of a leap in topics... ]

[haw]

'Cause our conversation choices were either talkin' strategy or you roastin' me.

I shoulda known ya would find a way to do both.

[digestif]

Not that. I mean...

[ he'd leapt up from the table so suddenly while they were discussing themself that they were expecting -- well, they don't know what they were expecting. Maybe he just suddenly had the idea and had to tell them. But they shake their head, waving a hand dismissively. ]

Nevermind. You seem like you're learning how to deal with me better, hm?

[haw]

[ people have a habit of saying they have a hard time reading majima. he can tell they're trying to get at something... but hey, if they don't want to talk about it anymore, he'll respect it. ]

C'mon, with all the time I spend with ya? I better have an idea.