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[monkeyblue]

Who: (Saruhiko) Fushimi + you
When: IC August 23rd-30th
Where: Around
What: So apparently those two jackass teenaged shinki are staying. Fushimi doesn't approve of this and is getting the heck out for a while.

[Yeah, so, after realizing Roy had taken in two abandoned shinki and that one of them was the Asshole from the Festival and the other his strangely codependent best friend (which Fushimi thought was concerning and really he should maybe try to fix that (yes, the irony is lost on him)), Fushimi has been doing his best to either hide in is bedroom or be anywhere not the damn temple. He can't really get mad at Roy for taking them in. He was a genuinely decent guy and sure, Fushimi was now dealing with this fear of being replaced if one of the brats was a weapon better suited for Roy, but he also knew he was the exemplar and, frankly, there would be few abilities better than his for fighting so he's okay. He swears.

Still getting out for a while.]

The Far Shore

[Fushimi is most likely going to be found around Njord's temple a lot. Misaki is there, after all, even if he's not really keen on the whole "beach" air she's got going on here. He'll also spend a lot of time just sort of. Sitting outside of it, texting Misaki to come invite him or waiting for the idiot to get back so he can be let in, typing away at his laptop.

This may or may not be creepy. Feel free to call him out on this.

Or feel free to see him wandering around, bored and poking at his phone.]

The Near Shore

[Sometimes he gets bored of being dead and heads into Tokyo. Usually, this is to find some tech something, as the more Fushimi messes with technology the more he realizes that he can make more interesting things. Still, parts are always useful, as are games, so he does often find something to buy.

Please don't ask how he gets this money. He does not want to explain "forum moderation" and "freelance codework" to someone he doubts will get it.

And he certainly doesn't want anyone to bring up the questionable legality of some of the freelance he does. What are morals?]

Wildcard!

[Want to do a thing I didn't mention? Let me know!]

Comments

And people call HIM a creeper....

[thevanguard]

[ It's becoming less and less of a surprise to find Saru hanging around his place these days. And Yata doesn't mind, but he's still a little worried about it. If only because Saru had seemed to like his new god and he didn't want to see his friend slip into a situation like he'd been stuck with Tsuna and Hibari. Although thankfully, Chikusa and Ken didn't seem to be anything like Hibari.

When he gets a text this morning that Saru's outside, he pokes his head out the door, looking amused. ]

You know, you could just start letting yourself inside.

lbr he learned it from Fushimi

[monkeyblue]

That's creepy.

[And sitting outside the temple apparently isn't. Okay.

Fushimi packs up his laptop and heads over to Misaki.]

I hate teenagers.

probably

[thevanguard]

And lurking outside my door every morning isn't?

[ Despite the sarcasm in the words, there's laughter lingering there too as he steps aside and makes room for the other shinki. ]

You hate everybody, why should teenagers be an exception? Who did what now?

[monkeyblue]

Obviously not.

[God, Misaki. Fushimi bonks Misaki's head with a fist as he steps past his friend.]

Be a teenager who tried to kill me when we first me. [Duh.] And I don't have everybody. [Obviously.] I'm here, aren't I?

[thevanguard]

[ Ow.

Yata ducks at the blow, even though it was all in play, clutching at his hat and rolling his eyes at Saru as he moved past him and made himself at home, as he often does. ]

Well, considering you're terrible at first impressions, I don't think I'm surprised at that. Has he tried to kill you again after that?

[ Because Chikusa doesn't strike him as the sort to bother expending that much energy without good reason... ]

Far Shore

[lovemguns]

[ He has been wondering where he's been off to so often recently. He figures that it's most often with Yata, but, well, big brothers worries.

He's not the only one worrying either, which was more than evident when he spotted Sicily jump the fence and head off toward the more populated areas of the Far Shore. At least he caught up and hooked a lead to his halter so it at least didn't look like the horse went off on his own accord.

It's also the horse who is first to approach, carefully taking Fushimi's shirt between his lips and pulling. As if a fairly sizable horse wouldn't be noticed looming over you anyway. Even if one were distracted by a computer screen for reasons a guy from the past like him can't even begin to understand. ]

You alright, son?

[monkeyblue]

[Fushimi hears Sicily before he feels the teeth tugging, so he's already reaching out to pet him when Roy catches up.

(He has a soft spot for this dumb animal. It's stupid.)]

I'm fine. Why do you ask?

[lovemguns]

[ Sicily puffs out air through his nostrils, and leans into the touches. Roy lets go of the lead - the horse isn’t going anywhere for now. ]

You been away fair bit lot more than usual, so it got me [ he glances at the horse. ] us, worried.

[monkeyblue]

Tch.

[Why does Roy care? Fushimi nearly doesn't respond but...well. Roy should at least know. It'd end up blighting him if he didn't, probably.]

Chikusa tried to kill me the first time we met and I don't like kids. You're the god, you can name whoever you want, but I'm not going to give him a chance to annoy me.

[He reaches up to rub between Sicily's ears.]

I'd burn the temple down.

[lovemguns]

He tried to kill you..?

[ He’s had people try to kill him too, of course (probably not “of course”), so it’s not a foreign concept to him that somebody might have done so. He knows why the people who tried to shoot him did, but why did Chikusa? He doesn’t know the boy well, but he doesn’t seem entirely unreasonable. ]

I ain’t gonna try to make ya play nice, or get along, but ... would y’ mind tellin’ me the circumstances around it?

Near Shore

[lostinshadows]

What are you doing?

[He tilts his head, somewhat curious as he looks at Fushimi.]

[monkeyblue]

[Fushimi quickly pockets his cellphone. Please don't have seen the subject of that email.]

Does it matter?

[lostinshadows]

I suppose not, but you do stand out a bit.

[Lavi raises an eyebrow.]

...You're Fushimi, aren't you?

[monkeyblue]

[Fushimi freezes and then turns to face this stranger. If looks could kill, Lavi'd be so much molecular dust.]

And?

[lostinshadows]

[He blinks at the look he was given, eyebrow raising.]

Just glad to finally meet you in person after hearing about you from Yata.

[plight_of_the_navigator]

[A stranger loitering around your home isn't generally the kind of thing to ignore. Still, this is a bit unusual. Nami has never spoken with him, but she recognizes his face. This boy was present when Yata died. They knew each other.

So Nami isn't particularly concerned about him so much as feeling entitled to harass him a little. After all, he's regularly showing up on her turf and never even took the courtesy of introducing himself!

She teleports behind him while he's sitting with a laptop, allowing her shadow to fall over him. And she grins darkly.]

You know... there's a fee for being on my property without permission.

[monkeyblue]

[Surprisingly, Fushimi does not freak out.

Well, not like Misaki might have. He does quickly shut his laptop and very nearly goes for one of his knives before what the woman says registers.

Ah. Nami.]

Tch. Good thing I have permission from Misaki then.

[plight_of_the_navigator]

Ahhh...

[For a moment, she almost sounds like this is an adequate response. Then she leans forward.]

And does Misaki own this temple?

[Your logic, sir. There is a flaw.]

[monkeyblue]

Tch.

[Look at how much he does not care, Nami.]

You don't own it, either. It vanished when you did, so you just rent the property.

[plight_of_the_navigator]

I can't just be the renter if its existence is so tied to me it can only be here when I am! I think you're grasping at straws because you know you don't have any ground to stand on. And you haven't even heard me out—- it's perfectly reasonable what I'm asking.

[welcome_home]

Are you lost?

[ The voice seems to come out of nowhere, but is actually from the tiny six-year-old hovering somewhere over his head from where she'd been flying past this morning. She peers down at where Saru is perched outside with his laptop, thinking this seems like a very strange place for it. ]

[monkeyblue]

Tch, no I'm--

[He looks around and, finding no one, looks up.

Congratulations, Nanako, you have rendered Saruhiko Fushimi momentarily dumb.]

What the fuck? You can fly?

[What is minding his language?]

[welcome_home]

That's a bad word, you shouldn't say things like that.

[ Although she doesn't sound as upset as she could about it, breaking into a giggle at his baffled expression as she lowers down beside him. ]

Yeah! It's fun!

[monkeyblue]

[Like he cares what a six year old says.]

Since when could you fly?

[welcome_home]

Mmmm, since I got here maybe? But it took me a long time to figure out how. I didn't know I could at first.