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[ what worked? is he being experimented on? ]
Hello Choso-san.
I'm still digesting the brick they served for breakfast.
Are you looking for a dining companion?
Hello Choso-san.
I'm still digesting the brick they served for breakfast.
Are you looking for a dining companion?
[ he responded to yuji’s name. ‘nanamin’ status confirmed. ]
i suppose so. i have tofu on hand today and intend to cook it. would you be interested in a brick of tofu to wash down your packed dirt biscuit?
i suppose so. i have tofu on hand today and intend to cook it. would you be interested in a brick of tofu to wash down your packed dirt biscuit?
Edited (in the course of dropping my phone i hit Post Comment) 2024-09-29 19:56 (UTC)
Please don't turn tofu into a brick.
It would be such a waste.
What are you planning on doing with it?
It would be such a waste.
What are you planning on doing with it?
[ how childish and petty. but it's not like Nanami expected otherwise and as long as Geto's comfortable, it's fine. probably. ]
Very well.
Oh, tie up your hair.
Don't want you complaining when you end up with a bird's nest.
Very well.
Oh, tie up your hair.
Don't want you complaining when you end up with a bird's nest.
Na-na-minnn.
[ it's only nth time he's said the name now, has said it so much in the last 18,623 seconds that it barely feels like a word anymore, but he keeps on because if he stops he's sure, he's dead fucking certain he'll go mad. ]
I'ss oh-kay. I'm still here. Na-na-min.
[ it's only nth time he's said the name now, has said it so much in the last 18,623 seconds that it barely feels like a word anymore, but he keeps on because if he stops he's sure, he's dead fucking certain he'll go mad. ]
I'ss oh-kay. I'm still here. Na-na-min.
[ familiar, endearing almost. the boy's voice is the only thing that keeps Nanami from going off to la-la-land in his mind. that and the hand wrapped around his wrist are constant reminders that there are still people he mustn't abandon (again), that he can't be selfish and simply drift away.
his own voice is barely above a whisper, the blood loss and constant pain taking their toll. ]
You'll be fine. He'll come for you, don't worry.
his own voice is barely above a whisper, the blood loss and constant pain taking their toll. ]
You'll be fine. He'll come for you, don't worry.
[ blood loss, it's new to something like choso. a strange, alien thing. he hates it without end. hates the coldness, the weakness settling into his flesh the more blood that seeps, but more than that he hates that he can't stop it as he is now. he can't be the strong one here. listen: nanami even now offers reassurance. ]
Both. Both of us. Nanamin, you're coming too.
[ his thumb is twisted, his hand an agony but he tightens this painful little grip anyway, tries to impart some kind of reassurance of his own. ]
Him n' you n' me. Oh-kay?
Both. Both of us. Nanamin, you're coming too.
[ his thumb is twisted, his hand an agony but he tightens this painful little grip anyway, tries to impart some kind of reassurance of his own. ]
Him n' you n' me. Oh-kay?
[ although Choso may have existed for over a century, Nanami can't help but think of him as a kid as well. Yuji's brother acts and talks like the kids, making it easy for Nanami to forget he's half a curse.
not that it matters in this brave new world where they're all just toy soldiers. no agency, no legacy. all they can do is fight and die. but. at least they have some people from home around. a small comfort. ]
Mmmh-okay.
[ Nanami doesn't know if he will make it. a little bit of life seems to drain with each beat of his heart but Choso doesn't need to know that. ]
not that it matters in this brave new world where they're all just toy soldiers. no agency, no legacy. all they can do is fight and die. but. at least they have some people from home around. a small comfort. ]
Mmmh-okay.
[ Nanami doesn't know if he will make it. a little bit of life seems to drain with each beat of his heart but Choso doesn't need to know that. ]
[ here in the heavy dark, choso can almost feel it, nanami's heart. he can almost hear it, a gradual slowing beat as graceful as it is awful, so he talks and he talks like he can drown it out. (like he isn't listening anyway, straining his ears for all they're worth) ]
Hhh-kay. Where should we go? What if we just leave?
Hhh-kay. Where should we go? What if we just leave?
[ where to go? can they leave? no, Nanami doubts he'd be able to go anywhere in this state. if he had his cursed energy back, then maybe he could break the chains and take a bunch of cultists down, enough to give Choso time to escape.
as they are now... ]
Have you been to the desert before...
as they are now... ]
Have you been to the desert before...
[ he really needs to conserve water, truly, but at mention of the desert there really is no stopping the tears that go squeezing themselves out of his eyes. it makes the floor beneath his cheek tacky, and somehow colder than before. ugh. ]
The Mojave. [ he says it mou-jayve. ] Have you?
The Mojave. [ he says it mou-jayve. ] Have you?
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