Seems risky when we don't know how the ritual's supposed to pan out for the next two months, right? It'd be like giving the cultists a way to kill two birds with one stone if someone paired.
[ Wiggles his fingers like that's supposed to be spooky. Their tasteless food is scarier. ]
More deaths pave the way for their supreme overlord to manifest. [ Oooo. ] What's yours, anyway?
[ I did bring that here but it doesn't seem like Satoru notices at all. He's too busy envisioning a future where he finds the perfect victim to remedy the boredom found in the time between ritual happenings. ]
Otherwise, I'd just use my ability on you. Imagine constantly thinking about that one time you slipped off of one of your curses and broke your butt.
You were complaining about it being sore the whole day!
[ He's LAUGHING, kicking back under the table, and then... he isn't laughing. This is not a haha moment and he isn't haunted by tighty-whities like Suguru wants.
If he even wanted to be discreet, it's too late. His eyes have been pinned to that phrase for more than two seconds. It's too obvious now. ]
[ He follows Satoru's gaze even before he speaks, and it's kind of hard to make out the words, with the proximity and the fact that they're upside down for him, but once he does—
His blood goes cold, heart dropping into his stomach, mind suddenly stuck. One of his hands whips up to cover the words, but they project through, inky black on the back of his palm.
It's not even true. It's...
And he needs to give Satoru an explanation before he misunderstands, but the words get stuck. ]
[ Unfortunately or fortunately for Suguru, Satoru will speak first with a verbal assault. Did he want a moment to breathe and think? No. ]
What did I say about bottling stuff up?
[ Even though he can see the palpable tension blanketing Suguru's body, he kicks him twice under the table like it's a usual day for them. It is, it should be. Propping his elbow on the table, he rests his head on the palm of his hand, making quite a face. If Suguru is expecting shock, disappointment, or disapproval from him, then he won't find any shade of that despite the furrowed brow and deep frown.
[ Satoru doesn't look surprised, and that only makes him feel worse. Because that means he already knew, and the thought of that sets an itch under his skin. That he'd been going around, trying to pretend like nothing had changed, and Satoru was only humouring him. Why hadn't he said anything?
He wants to get mad, irritated that he'd been made an idiot, but...
What he feels isn't relief, exactly, but the fight goes out of him, leaving only exhaustion behind. ]
Speak for yourself. [ There's no anger or aggression in his tone, just a tired sort of regret. ] Satoru, you can't even sleep without Infinity on anymore.
[ In theory, which he doesn't add on, because he wouldn't need to keep the cursed technique going at all times, along with reverse cursed technique to heal his brain as it does that. Other thing aside from his learned paranoia haunt him instead, but this isn't about his lack of sleep.
Closing his eyes, he's met by darkness, a reminder of their circumstances here and the nature of this distance. It had been there, niggling in the back of his mind, he never forgot, but how it would be addressed or approached he hadn't decided. While unplanned, this might as well be the opening. Fidgety, he hang his head while his foot rapidly taps. ]
[ He absolutely doesn't want to talk about it. In fact, despite being kind of upset that Satoru hadn't told him upfront that he'd known from the start, he wishes they could go back to pretending that it had never come up.
Because Satoru only thinks that he knows how Suguru feels. There's no way he knows the depths of his rotten feelings, because if he did then he would never say that it's okay. ]
You already knew.
[ He leans back, rubbing his knuckles into his eyes. ]
[ It wasn't about Suguru's growing hatred for non-sorcerers. They are all full of complicated emotions, different motives and vested interests to stay in Jujutsu society. Most of them are not noble... Suguru is one of the few who hold onto ideologies. Satoru stands by that he was mad because Suguru left. Simple.
Multiple times, he had absolved him. Here, it's no different.
The foot tapping slows down as he lifts his gaze, watching him. He points at him, specifically at those words, with his other hand. ]
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And destiny bond with a random person?
[ OF COURSE NOT ]
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Maybe you wanted the power bonus. [ Looks. ] I don't think it's worth the risk.
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[ Wiggles his fingers like that's supposed to be spooky. Their tasteless food is scarier. ]
More deaths pave the way for their supreme overlord to manifest. [ Oooo. ] What's yours, anyway?
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You just said being paired was a bad idea.
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If you run the numbers, the chances we match are slim.
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Pixie.
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he lifts a fist to his mouth to laugh. ]
It suits you.
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SHUT UP BEFORE I FLICK BEANS AT YOU!!
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ok he simmers down into snickers ]
Don't waste food. [ even if it is crap ] What's the power it gave you?
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Plant an intrusive thought into someone for two days or something.
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Okay... I can give someone a strange or bad dream. Yours seems more useful.
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... But if we combined them we could create the worst day in someone's life.
[ There is a little inked word surfacing from his uniform, "weakness." ]
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His gaze will drop to it, just briefly, stomach twisting before he looks away. ]
You have someone you want to torture already?
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No, but I'm sure I'll find someone.
[ I did bring that here but it doesn't seem like Satoru notices at all. He's too busy envisioning a future where he finds the perfect victim to remedy the boredom found in the time between ritual happenings. ]
Otherwise, I'd just use my ability on you. Imagine constantly thinking about that one time you slipped off of one of your curses and broke your butt.
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I didn't break my butt.
[ I'll also bring in angst, because the words YOU HATE HUMANS starts to show up across the right side of his chest. ]
And I'll know its you, and you're going to end up having a dream where you're trapped underwear shopping with Yaga-sensei for eternity.
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[ He's LAUGHING, kicking back under the table, and then... he isn't laughing. This is not a haha moment and he isn't haunted by tighty-whities like Suguru wants.
If he even wanted to be discreet, it's too late. His eyes have been pinned to that phrase for more than two seconds. It's too obvious now. ]
... Hey.
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[ He follows Satoru's gaze even before he speaks, and it's kind of hard to make out the words, with the proximity and the fact that they're upside down for him, but once he does—
His blood goes cold, heart dropping into his stomach, mind suddenly stuck. One of his hands whips up to cover the words, but they project through, inky black on the back of his palm.
It's not even true. It's...
And he needs to give Satoru an explanation before he misunderstands, but the words get stuck. ]
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What did I say about bottling stuff up?
[ Even though he can see the palpable tension blanketing Suguru's body, he kicks him twice under the table like it's a usual day for them. It is, it should be. Propping his elbow on the table, he rests his head on the palm of his hand, making quite a face. If Suguru is expecting shock, disappointment, or disapproval from him, then he won't find any shade of that despite the furrowed brow and deep frown.
There's just complicated frustration. ]
... It's okay.
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He wants to get mad, irritated that he'd been made an idiot, but...
What he feels isn't relief, exactly, but the fight goes out of him, leaving only exhaustion behind. ]
Speak for yourself. [ There's no anger or aggression in his tone, just a tired sort of regret. ] Satoru, you can't even sleep without Infinity on anymore.
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I can sleep better without it.
[ In theory, which he doesn't add on, because he wouldn't need to keep the cursed technique going at all times, along with reverse cursed technique to heal his brain as it does that. Other thing aside from his learned paranoia haunt him instead, but this isn't about his lack of sleep.
Closing his eyes, he's met by darkness, a reminder of their circumstances here and the nature of this distance. It had been there, niggling in the back of his mind, he never forgot, but how it would be addressed or approached he hadn't decided. While unplanned, this might as well be the opening. Fidgety, he hang his head while his foot rapidly taps. ]
You gonna talk about it or what?
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Because Satoru only thinks that he knows how Suguru feels. There's no way he knows the depths of his rotten feelings, because if he did then he would never say that it's okay. ]
You already knew.
[ He leans back, rubbing his knuckles into his eyes. ]
It's why you were mad when we first got here.
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[ It wasn't about Suguru's growing hatred for non-sorcerers. They are all full of complicated emotions, different motives and vested interests to stay in Jujutsu society. Most of them are not noble... Suguru is one of the few who hold onto ideologies. Satoru stands by that he was mad because Suguru left. Simple.
Multiple times, he had absolved him. Here, it's no different.
The foot tapping slows down as he lifts his gaze, watching him. He points at him, specifically at those words, with his other hand. ]
Tell me how you got there.
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