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thenearshore2017-01-04 08:35 pm
reformedsinner) wrote in thenearshore2017-01-04 08:35 pm
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Who: Cho Hakkai, Guy Cecil, Kozukata Yuri
What: Settling into a new household as a shinki means talks with the current residents... and with the people who sneak into the place at midnight, for that matter, too.
When: May 30 & June 1
Where: The temple of Mahakala
Warnings: TBD. Hakkai and Guy's conversation is probably going to stay fairly G-rated, though.
[smile like nothing has changed -- hakkai & guy, may 30th, evening]
[Hakkai's trying very hard not to develop a new nervous habit of rubbing his throat where the name rests. It doesn't itch; the skin isn't raised or irritated, like it would be for a real tattoo. There's no way to feel it there at all, but knowing it's there makes his skin prickle nonetheless.
It's probably just because he knows that other people can see it. He's never been fond of that.
And it's past time for him to make his introductions, even if he's spent most of the day working with Asshole on the abandoned temple he's repurposed into a school. He's back, now, padding down the hallway of Ukoku's temple to knock lightly on the door of Guy's room.
He steps back, and crosses his arms before he can raise one hand to rub his throat.]
Excuse me! Guy, are you there?
[whose room are you going to for coffee? -- hakkai & yuri, june 1, around midnight]
[He should be asleep, considering when he woke up. He's not; he's tired, with a day's hard work and years' worth of memories weighting down his bones, but it can't overcome the itchy restlessness that keeps him moving. Reading doesn't really alleviate it, either. In desperation, at last, he's headed for the kitchen, and is scrubbing the counters clean of every speck of debris. The light from the single swinging bulb overhead is dim and yellow, and he's sure in the light of day it'll have to be redone.
Anything, at this point, is better than lying down and letting himself think.]
What: Settling into a new household as a shinki means talks with the current residents... and with the people who sneak into the place at midnight, for that matter, too.
When: May 30 & June 1
Where: The temple of Mahakala
Warnings: TBD. Hakkai and Guy's conversation is probably going to stay fairly G-rated, though.
[smile like nothing has changed -- hakkai & guy, may 30th, evening]
[Hakkai's trying very hard not to develop a new nervous habit of rubbing his throat where the name rests. It doesn't itch; the skin isn't raised or irritated, like it would be for a real tattoo. There's no way to feel it there at all, but knowing it's there makes his skin prickle nonetheless.
It's probably just because he knows that other people can see it. He's never been fond of that.
And it's past time for him to make his introductions, even if he's spent most of the day working with Asshole on the abandoned temple he's repurposed into a school. He's back, now, padding down the hallway of Ukoku's temple to knock lightly on the door of Guy's room.
He steps back, and crosses his arms before he can raise one hand to rub his throat.]
Excuse me! Guy, are you there?
[whose room are you going to for coffee? -- hakkai & yuri, june 1, around midnight]
[He should be asleep, considering when he woke up. He's not; he's tired, with a day's hard work and years' worth of memories weighting down his bones, but it can't overcome the itchy restlessness that keeps him moving. Reading doesn't really alleviate it, either. In desperation, at last, he's headed for the kitchen, and is scrubbing the counters clean of every speck of debris. The light from the single swinging bulb overhead is dim and yellow, and he's sure in the light of day it'll have to be redone.
Anything, at this point, is better than lying down and letting himself think.]
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[Guy brightened up a little too fast just now. Hakkai hopes the fact that his vehicle happens to be a living one will discourage any images of disassembled engines dancing in his head.]
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[Oh, that's right, Hakkai has a dragon. He's small, though, and it's hard to imagine him transforming into a vehicle larger than a motorcycle.]
The small white one you introduced me to, right? I didn't know he transformed into anything.
[But that does kind of deter any disassembly ideas. Maybe Jeep would let him at least look under his hood while he's in car form.]
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[Hakkai smiles. Hopefully, knowing that Jeep is alive will discourage any attempts to poke at his innards with a wrench.]
I've asked him not to transform inside. It crowds the room.
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I imagine! And he might get stuck as well.
[Being a living thing is helping reduce the urge to poke at him--but now Guy's just determined to see the dragon transform.]
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Which wouldn't unbreak any furniture, unfortunately.
[Or crockery, or glass that had happened to be too close to a sudden appearing car. Guy looks eager. Hakkai considers his expression for a moment.]
I could ask him to show you tomorrow, if you'd like to drop by the abandoned temple.