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CHARACTER NAME

KENTO NANAMI

CIVILIAN NAME

TAKAHIRO KOYASU

TEAM

REVELATION

HOUSING NUMBER

003

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Comments

[gorb]

( He's drinking and plotting genocide, wdym? )

Why are you?

[tokakujuho]

[ don't team up with the kaiju. they make for terrible allies! ]

I have trouble sleeping without the kids around.
It's too quiet.

[gorb]

Were you ever good at it?

[tokakujuho]

[ bitch, please. ]

Quite.
I had the perfect bed at home.

Are you still angry?

[gorb]

Was it fancy?

And how come I'm not allowed to ask questions but you are?

[tokakujuho]

I have answered all of your questions so far.

It was the best. Fancy, king sized, a dream to sleep in.

FUCK I THOUGHT I'D FRAMED IT AS A QUESTION oops.

[gorb]

( Oh, that's right. It's fine. Like Nanami said, it's been a long night. )

Did you sleep alone?

lol it's ok <3

[tokakujuho]

In my bed? Yes.

Did you?

[gorb]

Yes.

Was there never anyone for you?

[tokakujuho]

I wasn't looking for anything long-term.

[ it seemed too cruel, doing what he does for a living. ]

Are you drinking?

[gorb]

A little. Not enough to worry about.

[tokakujuho]

Share.

[gorb]

Fine. Since you asked nicely. Where are you?

[tokakujuho]

I'm coming to you.

[gorb]

You can let yourself in then.

( He'll maintain his brooding right where he is. )

[tokakujuho]

[ rude catty little bitches, the lot of them. it's like they never grew up at all despite their appearances. Nanami makes his way over to Geto's room, sighing softly at the aura of doom clogging the other man's room as he enters, a bag of dried squid and two glasses in his hand. ]

Aren't you exaggerating it a little?

[gorb]

( He's on the bed, but propped up with his back to the wall, so upon Nanami's entering his head lolls to one side, dark eyes settling on him. )

What am I exaggerating?

( But, obedient, the bottle is held out. He doesn't know why there are glasses. He's been drinking straight from it. Nanami can be fussy if he wants. )

[tokakujuho]

That retro emo chic.

[ settling down next to Geto, Nanami hands him the snack before pouring himself a glass. maybe it's unnecessary and he'll ditch it later but Geto might decide he doesn't want to share and then what? ]

Did you throw cake in his face when he showed up with it?

[gorb]

I thought about it.

( A sniff, but he's opening the bag either way. )

But he said he made it himself and I'm not that much of a bitch. ( He is. An entire massacre, but oh, ruining a cake he draws the line. ) Are you not angry?

[tokakujuho]

It did look like he made an effort.

[ swirling his drink in his glass, Nanami doesn't answer immediately. is he angry? a little bit. mostly he's just... sad, and he can't really distinguish what else might me mixed in there. more importantly: ]

I have no right. I failed them first.

[gorb]

( That makes his stomach tense, a bitter disappointment swirling in it. He reaches out to snag the bottle back, taking a deep gulp of the liquor before he replies. )

It doesn't sound like you had much say in the matter either.

( Because he'd been dead. Fuck, Geto hates this. )

[tokakujuho]

No, I meant before.

[ dropping his gaze, he takes a sip. considering what they do and how they've always approached their impossible work, none of them should be surprised by each other's demise, really. even Gojo who stands high above them, has proven himself to be mortal long before they left their golden days of youth behind. ]

How much do you know?

[gorb]

Not a lot. The only person I could ask is Itadori, and he's already fragile enough, I don't feel like pushing too hard.

( It's meant to be a kindness, it might not be though. )

So start from the top, just to be sure.

[tokakujuho]

He's stronger than you think.

[ stronger than a boy his age has any right to be. definitely stronger than any of them had been at that age. ]

I don't know about starting from the top but...

[ how to put that night into words when Nanami only knows fragments here and there? ]

We shouldn't have let him go in alone.

[ this was their greatest failure, wasn't it? to give in to the demands and abandon Gojo. he tells Geto about the night in Shibuya, the parts he was there for. how Gojo got sealed - no, he doesn't know how and by whom. the special grades, being saved by a ghost Zen'in, being careless, and then giving in to exhaustion- ]

I didn't notice the curse until it was too late. I did a terrible thing to Itadori.

[gorb]

( He is quiet for a long, long moment, gaze gone faraway and distant, teeth worrying at the too dry skin on his bottom lip. But then he shifts a little, lets gravity slide his shoulder further down the wall, knocking against Nanami's own and staying there, firmly pressed. They're not very touchy-feely, thought Geto might have been when he was younger, but he wants the contact now. )

You couldn't have known.

( It makes him so tired, so furiously exhausted. None of it ever changes, they fight, and they fight, and they fight, and when they can't fight anymore there is no one there to save them. He is sad for Itadori, that bright boy who tries so hard, and he is desperate with grief over the other two. It makes his throat feel thick, fingers twitching around the bottle neck. )

I'm glad you love him. I'm glad you didn't lose that. ( Not unkindly, though it might feel like it. Haibara's loss loosened something vital. Geto tops up his glass as a balm, still leaning against him. ) And I'm sorry I wasn't there.