[ a soft sound like a laugh almost. laughing at himself. he's tried sending the others a message, but isn't sure if it's reached anyone or if they were able to decipher it. somewhere during the painful ordeal, he may have accidentally accessed his implant and sent who knows what nonsense. ]
[ he thinks he’s smiling, things it’s a laugh lingering on the tail-end of each syllable, but he can’t feel his face, can’t feel anything outside of the whole-body ache that’s taken root in his soul. ]
Let’s find a beach instead. All the sand you want with all the stars you need.
[ sand, small and strange and sometimes see-through depending on the grain. maybe next time, he’ll spend more time playing in the sand with the others. or eating, or drinking, or just sleeping. ]
[ he wants to cry, but it’s a waste of water, of fluid that’s already oozing out of the spear-wound in his ribs. so he sniffles, and tries to squeeze back, cheek flat against the floor. ]
What do humans dream of when they dream of beautiful things? What do you yearn for?
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Ah... stars.
[ he is a city boy through and through but if there are stars... ]
Mmh, you should. I would like that.
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[ he says it like a warning, like that isn’t the whole draw of the desert to humans who have seen nothing but the city-stained sky. ]
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[ a soft sound like a laugh almost. laughing at himself. he's tried sending the others a message, but isn't sure if it's reached anyone or if they were able to decipher it. somewhere during the painful ordeal, he may have accidentally accessed his implant and sent who knows what nonsense. ]
Wha... what would you like to see?
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Someplace like Okinawa. Colourful, and warm, with water you can see through right to the sand below.
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[ his dream ending. living in a small house by the beach, going for a swim first thing in the mornings. ]
I wanted to retire in a place like that. Sandy beaches, the ocean, and waterfalls.
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[ he thinks he’s smiling, things it’s a laugh lingering on the tail-end of each syllable, but he can’t feel his face, can’t feel anything outside of the whole-body ache that’s taken root in his soul. ]
Let’s find a beach instead. All the sand you want with all the stars you need.
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[ there's something fascinating about those myriads of tiny grains, all single despite being lumped into this mass. a bit like people, he supposes. ]
Okinawa, then. We can help Itadori's boyfriend.
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I can clean the fish. We can eat so much.
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[ even if the objective is to help Raidou with his project, they should have time to enjoy themselves a little whilst on the island. ]
If there's enough fruit, we can make our own wine.
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[ with everyone, with nanami, with the world. his hand twitches, fingers squeezing a touch tighter. ]
In a coconut we found ourselves.
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[ yes, and why not? to eat when he’s hungry and drink coconuts with little umbrellas when he’s parched, what a luscious dream. ]
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[ a raspy, amused chuckle. ]
No better place for wish fulfilment than Okinawa, I guess.
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[ a raspy breath, wet with spittle or blood, or both. ]
Will you tell me how your world works?
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the sound of Choso's laboured breathing has Nanami tighten his grip on the other man, thumb brushing over cool skin, trying to soothe somehow. ]
My world? What do you mean? What would you like to know?
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What do humans dream of when they dream of beautiful things? What do you yearn for?
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The same things as you, I reckon. Things and people that bring them joy. Something to ease the burden of living.