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CHARACTER NAME

KENTO NANAMI

CIVILIAN NAME

TAKAHIRO KOYASU

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HOUSING NUMBER

003

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[tokakujuho]

I... don't know?

[ 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.

[gimu]

[ 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. ]

I can clean the fish. We can eat so much.

[tokakujuho]

Fish and... those giant crab too.

[ 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.

[gimu]

I want to taste it… our own beach wine.

[ with everyone, with nanami, with the world. his hand twitches, fingers squeezing a touch tighter. ]

In a coconut we found ourselves.

[tokakujuho]

In a coconut? How decadent. Next you'll be demanding little paper umbrellas to go with the drink.

[gimu]

Do they not belong with coconuts? I wish to be decadent.

[ yes, and why not? to eat when he’s hungry and drink coconuts with little umbrellas when he’s parched, what a luscious dream. ]

[tokakujuho]

I see.

[ a raspy, amused chuckle. ]

No better place for wish fulfilment than Okinawa, I guess.

[gimu]

On the beach, with our coconuts.

[ a raspy breath, wet with spittle or blood, or both. ]

Will you tell me how your world works?

[tokakujuho]

[ warm sand, the sound of waves, something delicious sipped from a coconut. perhaps a gentle breeze, perhaps a mermaid...

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?

[gimu]

[ 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?

[tokakujuho]

[ what do humans know of beauty? (a lot, a lot, Nanami, you've just closed your eyes to it for a long time. ) ]

The same things as you, I reckon. Things and people that bring them joy. Something to ease the burden of living.