[ Is it gay to check your best friend's pulse and heartbeat? As if one result isn't enough, he also gently feels around the spot where Suguru's heart would be to pick up a pace. ]
Wherever you went really wanted to stay on theme with the zombies.
[ Again??? He keeps holding Suguru's hand, staying close like this can warm him back to normal... It disturbs him in a way he isn't sure he can explain. There are cursed technique that reanimate the dead in the form of calling a spirit to a sacrificial body, but—the powers here are ones he can't comprehend or harness.
Other emotional note, does he feel bad for saying Suguru should have died? No. ]
[ He asks that before reciprocating and mustering the restraint to not hold him tightly and too closely. How cold is this body to earlier this week? While it doesn't terrify him—death haunts their every step—it... Makes me think of a different reality. Maybe he would need to hold this body again in his arms, cold without a heartbeat.
His chest swells with complicated and conflicted emotions, but one that runs untainted is how glad is he that Suguru is back, even if. Weird. ]
[ While the two of them crowd into each other's space without much care most of the time, he isn't particularly affectionate. It's been easier this week, guided by the hand of the weekly effect, and right now he just wants to be close to Satoru.
Because he feels like... it will only last a short time.
At the very least, he starts to warm up again. Skin no longer deathly cold, and heartbeat slowly coming back. ]
[ In the tone "of course it is." It's way too obvious how his mood lifts when he can feel Suguru's warmth return and the beat of his heart against his chest. Other people might be embarrassed by that, but he isn't. ]
[ It's clearly very nice, and he's got his face buried against Satoru's shoulder. But it's not like he needs his ego inflated, so he doesn't say anything else.
Next week, if they're both alive, they won't do this again, so he's just going to take advantage while he can. ]
[ That coaxes a laugh at him, one not manic or annoying. He also isn't one who's genuinely affectionate. Small touches come to him without a thought and it leaves him as it comes, so he doesn't think about how in the next week they won't be this close if they both make it. As long as how they feel doesn't change, he is content.
Without a retort, he nuzzles the side of his head since it's there, glad that they are both not stinky today. ]
Well, you can hug me as much as you want today. [ As if Suguru ever needed permission and there's some kind of time limit. ] Did the same thing that happened to you happen to the other three?
[ He will then, not even bothering to be self-conscious as all the strength and tension melts out of him. He's pretty heavy, and leaning all his weight on Satoru now... ]
I think so. We were separated for a while before we came back together for the final showdown.
[ He opens his eyes, thinking. ]
I don't get where we ended up. It didn't have anything to do with the cult that I could see.
[ Satoru is going to guide him onto his lap for easy cradling, letting Suguru bury into him however he likes. In smoothing circles, he rubs his back. ]
That's... Weird. At least I think this island is cult-influenced.
[ What is the PURPOSE of these. Satoru doesn't understand the fun of hurt and comfort. ]
[ Obviously Satoru wouldn't need anyone's help coming back to life...
He shrugs one shoulder. ]
I don't know what the others did. We got separated after I died, and I didn't see them again until she teleported us all to some weird pocket dimension to fight her.
We went past the woods in the village, and found a city. That's where we saw your corpse hanging on a tree. [ and other corpses but who cares ] That's where I died.
But I was revived by the necromancer —Delilah—as an undead, and she was in my head. Trying to get me to kill the people of the city for her.
[ He pauses. ]
I did. I don't know how many or for how long, but eventually I stopped, and that's when she took all of us somewhere else. It kind of looked like a domain expansion. That's where we fought her.
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[ Holds his cold hand tightly and does his absolute best not to crush it. He's doing well. ]
What?
[ WHAT ]
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I don't have a heartbeat.
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What happened?
[ How did he even get to this... State? ]
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[ AGAIN ]
But you woke up, and attacked me. We fought, and during the fight, something else came and killed me.
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[ Again??? He keeps holding Suguru's hand, staying close like this can warm him back to normal... It disturbs him in a way he isn't sure he can explain. There are cursed technique that reanimate the dead in the form of calling a spirit to a sacrificial body, but—the powers here are ones he can't comprehend or harness.
Other emotional note, does he feel bad for saying Suguru should have died? No. ]
You already know that wasn't me.
[ To reiterate and reassure. ]
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[ Even without their powers, he should've known that there's no way that Satoru could die.
Which is fine. He doesn't want Satoru to die, now or ever. He'll let go of his hands and wrap them around his waist instead. They are hugging now. ]
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[ He asks that before reciprocating and mustering the restraint to not hold him tightly and too closely. How cold is this body to earlier this week? While it doesn't terrify him—death haunts their every step—it... Makes me think of a different reality. Maybe he would need to hold this body again in his arms, cold without a heartbeat.
His chest swells with complicated and conflicted emotions, but one that runs untainted is how glad is he that Suguru is back, even if. Weird. ]
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[ While the two of them crowd into each other's space without much care most of the time, he isn't particularly affectionate. It's been easier this week, guided by the hand of the weekly effect, and right now he just wants to be close to Satoru.
Because he feels like... it will only last a short time.
At the very least, he starts to warm up again. Skin no longer deathly cold, and heartbeat slowly coming back. ]
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It's nice hugging me, right?
[ In the tone "of course it is." It's way too obvious how his mood lifts when he can feel Suguru's warmth return and the beat of his heart against his chest. Other people might be embarrassed by that, but he isn't. ]
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[ It's clearly very nice, and he's got his face buried against Satoru's shoulder. But it's not like he needs his ego inflated, so he doesn't say anything else.
Next week, if they're both alive, they won't do this again, so he's just going to take advantage while he can. ]
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Without a retort, he nuzzles the side of his head since it's there, glad that they are both not stinky today. ]
Well, you can hug me as much as you want today. [ As if Suguru ever needed permission and there's some kind of time limit. ] Did the same thing that happened to you happen to the other three?
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I think so. We were separated for a while before we came back together for the final showdown.
[ He opens his eyes, thinking. ]
I don't get where we ended up. It didn't have anything to do with the cult that I could see.
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That's... Weird. At least I think this island is cult-influenced.
[ What is the PURPOSE of these. Satoru doesn't understand the fun of hurt and comfort. ]
What was the city like?
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Gets comfy. ]
It was some medieval city. There was this powerful necromancer, she was killed, and she brought us there to help bring her back to life.
[ ... ]
If we killed people, it gave her strength.
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That's very comforting... You guys didn't just go along with her at first, right?
[ It sounds stupid to him, obviously. ]
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He shrugs one shoulder. ]
I don't know what the others did. We got separated after I died, and I didn't see them again until she teleported us all to some weird pocket dimension to fight her.
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So there's a gap in between there... Got an afterlife wherever that medieval place is?
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[ Is he interested in religion now. ]
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[ He's trying to imagine this weird ass cyoa. ]
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Right. So.
We went past the woods in the village, and found a city. That's where we saw your corpse hanging on a tree. [ and other corpses but who cares ] That's where I died.
But I was revived by the necromancer —Delilah—as an undead, and she was in my head. Trying to get me to kill the people of the city for her.
[ He pauses. ]
I did. I don't know how many or for how long, but eventually I stopped, and that's when she took all of us somewhere else. It kind of looked like a domain expansion. That's where we fought her.
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Did you guys win?
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Yeah. We beat her, but I don't know if she's dead. I can still hear her heartbeat in my head sometimes.
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Sounds like you'll have to let me talk a whooooooole lot so we can drown her out!
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