[WHY DOES HE KEEP SHOWING UP AD AKIRA IS DOING SOME WEIRD SHIT is this what people felt like pcing with wwx wow.
Well, he walks in and shuts the door behind him, at least. Walks over - perches on the bed so he can peer down at Akira where he's just having a moment on the floor with this head and this skrunkly kitten.]
[HOW THE TURN TABLES yes it was it drove me insane
Slowly, he turns his head to glance up at Scaramouche. Of COURSE it looks like he's been crying, but he isn't now, lucky for Scaramouche. Just a lil guy, hanging out with a head and his skrunkly cat.]
He is so fucking weird and this is so fuckin sad though oh my god. Scaramouche just peers at it with the impassivity he sometimes just Generally Witnesses Other Living Beings With (or dead ones, probably, they are in hell and all.)]
It showed up here in that state? [bro... HELL'S SO MEAN TO THIS CAT.] ...Since it's you, I'm sure you plan on trying to nurse it back to health even though it's dead, hm?
After a moment, the kitten actually lifts its head up to give Scaramouche a scraggly `a` of noise. Ty thought I assigned this cat dead-dead, but it is........somehow alive.]
It deserves a second chance.
[SWEET CRAGGLY KITTEN... He reaches up to pet its poor patchy back.]
[DEAD-DEAD CAN YOU FUCKING IMAGINE IF HE JUST HAD A HEAD AND A DEAD CAT. IT REALLY WOULD BE HELL.
Holy shit though damn. He witnesses the miracle of life... and is not particularly moved by it. Granted, he assumed it was alive-dead anyway, just because it looked curled up in a non-rigor-mortis-y way...]
Hm. [Not a hmph at least.] That's more than what most get.
[YEA YEA it would have been funny but this is mean enough
Upgraded from a hmph, wow... Growing slowly on Scaramouche by way of being emotional idiot.] It was sick. I thought it would live. [He lets the kitten curl into a cinnamon roll by his neck again.] Ryo wanted to kill it, but I wouldn't let him.
[This is the most Ryo fucking thing Scaramouche could say to him honestly. The most Ryo thing. Why are they the same person? Isn't it enough he's stuck with one Ryo? Now he's roommates with Ryo 2.0?!]
I tried to make it better.
[""Tried"" but he was a kid who had, what? A box and a bowl of milk. The hell could he do about a sick and dying cat?]
Do you want to pet it...? I don't have a name yet.
He doesn't seem to have anything to say to the first part, at least, but he's frowning at the offer.]
No, I don't. It looks like it's going to keel over again at any second. [Listen maybe he has a little bit of a THING about creatures that are fragile and close to death, just a little bit of one. Just a bit!!] But you might as well name it.
[Even the most pitiful of creatures at the very least deserve names.]
[He does not press for the pets. Maybe Scaramouche has an allergy.......... Don't talk about his skrunkly Smeagol goblin kitten like this. He puts a hand over the kitten's back almost protectively.
Don't listen to the meanie head. I was trying to think of another insult and landed on bowl cut only to realize BOTH HE AND RYO ALSO HAVE STUPID BOWL CUT HAIR. BOTH WERE ABANDONED. AKIRA IS TRULY IN HELL.]
He makes a little bit of a face at that, but doesn't say anything about it. He knows that Akira is a stupid softie and that he won't just leave it nameless forever. Instead, he just SITS IN SILENCE for a little bit, peering at the top of Akira's head.
[Not trusting him, damb. He lies in the silence Scaramouche brings, and he doesn't turn to look at Scaramouche even when he's spoken to. After a moment:]
Buddy.
[He still doesn't look to see Scaramouche's face.]
OF COURSE HE TAKES THIS AS SOME WEIRD FUCKING INSULT OR THAT AKIRA IS MAKING FUN OF HIM. So he just stares at him for a second or two longer and it's a good thing he's not looking, because there's something bitter in his expression.
And a second or two after that, he's standing up again to head back out the door BYE.]
[This cat is gonna be named fucking Buddy at this rate.
Thankfully(?), he is still annoyingly intuitive, so as soon as Scaramouche scrambles up, he knows something is wrong. Suddenly, he sits up; the head rolls into his lap and the cat gives the loudest startled mewl.]
Wait!
[Hold on, his SON. He has to gather the kitten up in his arms near his chest.]
I'll figure something out. I'm not gonna name it that.
Scaramouche does briefly glance back when he hears that extremely loud meow, but of course Akira wouldn't let anything happen to his scraggly baby, so all's good. Other than that, though, he's just standing with his hand on the doorknob, looking for all the world like he's Ready To Bolt.]
I don't care what you name it. [Tersely.] If that's all, I'm leaving.
Also yeah he really is just accepting this. It's fine, weirder things have happened, he's had conversations in more bizarre situations. HE RUNS ABYSS MISSIONS HE'S SEEN SOME SHIT.
He's just giving Akira a look at that, though, because like. Yeah! Mood. He really does only come to stand in the doorway and vibe Akira out. HE CAME HERE FOR A REASON but it's very clear that he's trying to decide whether or not to stick that reason out because he's also feeling pissy (pissier than usual) now.
But eventually:] ...You're disgustingly tender-hearted, and it's obnoxious to deal with. Consistently so. [THANKS.] But I get the sense that it's genuine idiocy rather than a facade, so I want to talk to you about my gnosis.
He looks absolutely bewildered by this, and he wonders if Scaramouche got into the “nice” drink Eto told him about which did not end up as a “nice” drink for himself.
He does not correct any of the accusations, or seem offended by them.]
[HELP NOT AKIRA BECOMING MEAN... we could have switched our skins back again.......
Anyway he's not going to make Akira put the head back GOD. Judging by the fact that he still has his hand on the doorknob, it doesn't seem like he's inclined to drag this out, nice juice or not.]
The token of my godhood. [HIS BROKE-Y GNOCCHI.] You don't need to know anything else about it. [wouldn't that be funny if that was the end of the conversation and he was just like "well anyway nice talk about my gnosis, okay bye".
BUT NO. He hesitates for a second because he fucking hates this, but he hates the idea of losing his gnosis AGAIN!!! even more. So.]
...I'm not foolish enough to think that I'm invincible. [Especially not now. He's also not dumb enough to think he's endeared himself to anyone.] So if someone gets it in their head to decorate the dunk tank with my insides or whatever, see to it that that gnosis stays with me. Do you understand?
["I don't trust you", because he doesn't trust anyone. But here's stupid Akira, holding onto a head and some scrawny, long-dead kitten like they're precious things, and he thinks that he can at least... say it. Say it, even if he won't get his hopes up, because he refuses to be disappointed by others again.
(Funny, that, considering he wouldn't be asking at all if he didn't have any hope in it working out.)]
[DON’T JUST LEAVE HIM ON READ LIKE THAT, DAMN! Sitting here with a head and a ragged cat being told he don’t need to know anything else.
He is still looking at Scaramouche with some perplexity because he cannot fathom this dude asking him to do a single thing. But his look is also soft in the way of serious understanding.
Dobby has been given a Task.]
…Okay. [He is getting over the initial shock. A little more firmly:] Okay.
You mean… with your body?
[Here’s hoping Aki doesn’t fucking blend you, my guy.]
[HE DOESN'T!! HE DOESN'T NEED TO KNOW!!!!! He hates the look Akira's giving him and frankly hates the general feeling of vulnerability that asking someone for something leaves him with, no matter how he might try to word it like a demand.]
With whatever's left on that altar, yes.
[:3c blendy........
But also he just realistically doesn't expect to be left in one piece on account of the fact that he's going to be tricky to kill. Sometimes... you are poison-immune and don't have any insides for easy stabbings...... It's fine he knows this, he is not bothered by it. Honestly he's more upset over having to give Dobby a task than he is over the idea that someone might someday break his body into ten million pieces.]
[Well. This still ain’t told him shit about the gnosis technically, but he has been asked to do something which holds grave significance, so… he can’t exactly say no (because he’s Akira).
Not that he trusts himself to not fail at even this. If he can’t protect Miki when her father asked him to watch out for her… what good is he in keeping promises? He hugs the head a bit to himself.]
Okay, I will.
[He does not necessarily expect the same to hold true, but:]
If something happens to me… see if someone will bury Miki and take care of this guy.
[He doesn’t put the onus on the guy with allergies.]
[Yeah he really said "let's talk about the gnosis" and then said "just make sure it doesn't leave my side binch you don't need to know shit outside of that okay bye". HELP.
Akira's really going through it with this fucking head though, damn. He also arches a brow at the addendum to the request, but naturally doesn't ask questions about it. Maybe surprisingly, there isn't much hesitation before he nods.]
That sounds fair.
[But really, it's just because making the matter transactional makes it easier to stomach. Now it feels like a business deal, a give-and-take where he can supply something in return for something else, no feelings or trust involved. It's familiar, and he looks a little less terse accordingly.]
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Well, he walks in and shuts the door behind him, at least. Walks over - perches on the bed so he can peer down at Akira where he's just having a moment on the floor with this head and this skrunkly kitten.]
What's that?
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Slowly, he turns his head to glance up at Scaramouche. Of COURSE it looks like he's been crying, but he isn't now, lucky for Scaramouche. Just a lil guy, hanging out with a head and his skrunkly cat.]
The kitten I tried to save.
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He is so fucking weird and this is so fuckin sad though oh my god. Scaramouche just peers at it with the impassivity he sometimes just Generally Witnesses Other Living Beings With (or dead ones, probably, they are in hell and all.)]
It showed up here in that state? [bro... HELL'S SO MEAN TO THIS CAT.] ...Since it's you, I'm sure you plan on trying to nurse it back to health even though it's dead, hm?
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After a moment, the kitten actually lifts its head up to give Scaramouche a scraggly `a` of noise. Ty thought I assigned this cat dead-dead, but it is........somehow alive.]
It deserves a second chance.
[SWEET CRAGGLY KITTEN... He reaches up to pet its poor patchy back.]
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Holy shit though damn. He witnesses the miracle of life... and is not particularly moved by it. Granted, he assumed it was alive-dead anyway, just because it looked curled up in a non-rigor-mortis-y way...]
Hm. [Not a hmph at least.] That's more than what most get.
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Upgraded from a hmph, wow... Growing slowly on Scaramouche by way of being emotional idiot.] It was sick. I thought it would live. [He lets the kitten curl into a cinnamon roll by his neck again.] Ryo wanted to kill it, but I wouldn't let him.
It died anyway.
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Also no. Cease. He watches the cinnamon rolling happen, kicking a leggy out aimlessly.]
Killing it sooner would have been a mercy, but people often prolong suffering because they think they can fix things.
[Said with a light shrug. That's how it do be!]
At least it made it to hell in one piece, more or less.
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I tried to make it better.
[""Tried"" but he was a kid who had, what? A box and a bowl of milk. The hell could he do about a sick and dying cat?]
Do you want to pet it...? I don't have a name yet.
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He doesn't seem to have anything to say to the first part, at least, but he's frowning at the offer.]
No, I don't. It looks like it's going to keel over again at any second. [Listen maybe he has a little bit of a THING about creatures that are fragile and close to death, just a little bit of one. Just a bit!!] But you might as well name it.
[Even the most pitiful of creatures at the very least deserve names.]
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Don't listen to the meanie head. I was trying to think of another insult and landed on bowl cut only to realize BOTH HE AND RYO ALSO HAVE STUPID BOWL CUT HAIR. BOTH WERE ABANDONED. AKIRA IS TRULY IN HELL.]
What would you name it?
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BUT CONGRATS, YEAH!! TRULY TWO OF THEM! He just gives Akira a look at that.]
It's not my job to name your scraggly cat.
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I guess it just won't have a name then.
[For a while. Until he figures one out.]
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He makes a little bit of a face at that, but doesn't say anything about it. He knows that Akira is a stupid softie and that he won't just leave it nameless forever. Instead, he just SITS IN SILENCE for a little bit, peering at the top of Akira's head.
When he does speak, it's an abrupt:]
I don't trust you.
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Buddy.
[He still doesn't look to see Scaramouche's face.]
If I can't think of a name, it'll be Buddy.
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OF COURSE HE TAKES THIS AS SOME WEIRD FUCKING INSULT OR THAT AKIRA IS MAKING FUN OF HIM. So he just stares at him for a second or two longer and it's a good thing he's not looking, because there's something bitter in his expression.
And a second or two after that, he's standing up again to head back out the door BYE.]
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Thankfully(?), he is still annoyingly intuitive, so as soon as Scaramouche scrambles up, he knows something is wrong. Suddenly, he sits up; the head rolls into his lap and the cat gives the loudest startled mewl.]
Wait!
[Hold on, his SON. He has to gather the kitten up in his arms near his chest.]
I'll figure something out. I'm not gonna name it that.
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Scaramouche does briefly glance back when he hears that extremely loud meow, but of course Akira wouldn't let anything happen to his scraggly baby, so all's good. Other than that, though, he's just standing with his hand on the doorknob, looking for all the world like he's Ready To Bolt.]
I don't care what you name it. [Tersely.] If that's all, I'm leaving.
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He frowns, still holding this dang skrunkle and... this... head... This is the most atrocious thing, and Scaramouche is truly accepting it.]
Why'd you come...?
[Scaramouche, like, never comes to this room, so.]
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Also yeah he really is just accepting this. It's fine, weirder things have happened, he's had conversations in more bizarre situations. HE RUNS ABYSS MISSIONS HE'S SEEN SOME SHIT.
He's just giving Akira a look at that, though, because like. Yeah! Mood. He really does only come to stand in the doorway and vibe Akira out. HE CAME HERE FOR A REASON but it's very clear that he's trying to decide whether or not to stick that reason out because he's also feeling pissy (pissier than usual) now.
But eventually:] ...You're disgustingly tender-hearted, and it's obnoxious to deal with. Consistently so. [THANKS.] But I get the sense that it's genuine idiocy rather than a facade, so I want to talk to you about my gnosis.
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He looks absolutely bewildered by this, and he wonders if Scaramouche got into the “nice” drink Eto told him about which did not end up as a “nice” drink for himself.
He does not correct any of the accusations, or seem offended by them.]
Oh. Okay.
[Should he put this head up first? GOD.]
“Gnosis”…?
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Anyway he's not going to make Akira put the head back GOD. Judging by the fact that he still has his hand on the doorknob, it doesn't seem like he's inclined to drag this out, nice juice or not.]
The token of my godhood. [HIS BROKE-Y GNOCCHI.] You don't need to know anything else about it. [wouldn't that be funny if that was the end of the conversation and he was just like "well anyway nice talk about my gnosis, okay bye".
BUT NO. He hesitates for a second because he fucking hates this, but he hates the idea of losing his gnosis AGAIN!!! even more. So.]
...I'm not foolish enough to think that I'm invincible. [Especially not now. He's also not dumb enough to think he's endeared himself to anyone.] So if someone gets it in their head to decorate the dunk tank with my insides or whatever, see to it that that gnosis stays with me. Do you understand?
["I don't trust you", because he doesn't trust anyone. But here's stupid Akira, holding onto a head and some scrawny, long-dead kitten like they're precious things, and he thinks that he can at least... say it. Say it, even if he won't get his hopes up, because he refuses to be disappointed by others again.
(Funny, that, considering he wouldn't be asking at all if he didn't have any hope in it working out.)]
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He is still looking at Scaramouche with some perplexity because he cannot fathom this dude asking him to do a single thing. But his look is also soft in the way of serious understanding.
Dobby has been given a Task.]
…Okay. [He is getting over the initial shock. A little more firmly:] Okay.
You mean… with your body?
[Here’s hoping Aki doesn’t fucking blend you, my guy.]
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With whatever's left on that altar, yes.
[:3c blendy........
But also he just realistically doesn't expect to be left in one piece on account of the fact that he's going to be tricky to kill. Sometimes... you are poison-immune and don't have any insides for easy stabbings...... It's fine he knows this, he is not bothered by it. Honestly he's more upset over having to give Dobby a task than he is over the idea that someone might someday break his body into ten million pieces.]
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Not that he trusts himself to not fail at even this. If he can’t protect Miki when her father asked him to watch out for her… what good is he in keeping promises? He hugs the head a bit to himself.]
Okay, I will.
[He does not necessarily expect the same to hold true, but:]
If something happens to me… see if someone will bury Miki and take care of this guy.
[He doesn’t put the onus on the guy with allergies.]
Someone not Ryo. Please.
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Akira's really going through it with this fucking head though, damn. He also arches a brow at the addendum to the request, but naturally doesn't ask questions about it. Maybe surprisingly, there isn't much hesitation before he nods.]
That sounds fair.
[But really, it's just because making the matter transactional makes it easier to stomach. Now it feels like a business deal, a give-and-take where he can supply something in return for something else, no feelings or trust involved. It's familiar, and he looks a little less terse accordingly.]
Consider it a deal.
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