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Terrible Idea Theater proudly presents...

Who: Gojyo and Hakkai
What: Drinking. Telling secrets. Fighting?
When: the 5th of November
Where: Kinyobi Bar
Warnings: Almost certainly there will be self-harm talk, xenophobic slurs, and discussion of murder.

Sharak's gone. Sharak's gone, and Tsuzuki and Ayumu are probably not speaking to him anymore (probably: he doesn't want to call them to confirm it), and Hakkai's not who he thought he was.

He may have been wrong about everything. But without Sharak here, and still on the fence about Dokugakuji, that just leaves Hakkai to answer his questions.

Hakkai might lie to him again, but Gojyo's pretty sure he's found a solution to that problem.

Ring ring, Hakkai.

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It's true, the 'fuck you Gojyo' level is pretty appealing right now. Chikusa may not feel spite towards people all the time, but when it gets pinged, well... He's willful. That's the nice way to put it.

He's also permanently hungry, and the food they had tonight was good.... And, more imporantly, Ken is making he hungry dog eyes at him. So, with a sigh, Chikusa comes to a stop for a second before slumping right back to the chairs. Time to just stretch over with his long limbs- handy in moments like this- to drag the plate over. As for the scarf? Well, he lets that fall onto his lap.

"You're a glutton," he murmurs as he forages for his chopsticks again, as if he totally didn't pile Ken's high with the meat in question.

"That just means you'll starve before I do, byon," Ken says contentedly as he keeps eating. "Kappas are supposed to like cucumbers, not be made outta 'em."

This is Ken's not particularly clear way of saying that Chikusa looks like he was made out of pipe cleaners and straws, held together with spit and spite.

"Where did you even get the kappa thing," Chikusa mutters before stuffing his cheeks, asking the question that's been around for ages. Where does that even come from? He has no idea. Frankly, he's amazed Ken even knows anything about Japanese mythology.

Fortunately, Ken remembers this origin story because it's Chikusa-related, so he can actually answer it.

"I saw a little cartoon kappa in Japan once, byon," he says between - and, let's be honest, during - mouthfuls. "It had this jagged green thing around the edges of its head, and it reminded me of your scar." Which, to be fair, is also jagged, and goes around most, if not all, of Chikusa's head. "And if you were actually a kappa, it'd make sense that you wear hats all the time."

Then Ken starts snickering. "Plus someone told me they suck butts, byon."

There you go, Chikusa. That's your origin story. Also, Ken's snickering has turned into full out laughter.

The person who told Ken that has to be Mukuro, but it's a shame neither of them can remember him for either attribution or blame.

...Why the hell is his test in boys so bad. Then again, Chikusa guesses he can't be particularly surprised considering Ken is at the level of an elementary student.

Ever the mature one in this relationship, Chikusa flicks a piece of meat right at Ken's face. It's the most he's willing to retaliate right now, after the mess that was dinner and how utterly dumb this whole conversation is.

Ken actually manages to catch it with his mouth - although not gracefully, as it dangles from his teeth until he manages to flip his head back enough to get it fully into his mouth. This looks about as attractive as it sounds, which is to say not at all, but he's clearly pleased with himself anyway.

"You really wanna go to bed this early, Kakipi? It's barely past seven."

It's gross. Ken's gross. Chikusa loves him anyway, and watches him with a look that's a faint mix between disgust and fondness. That is to say, his eyelids dip less than a centimeter down further than they usually do and his mouth twitches a little.

"Dealing with Gojyo being stupid... is exhausting." A pause and his shoulder sort of jerks up enough to qualify as a shrug. "Although I might work on my story a little more before..."

"You think everything is exhausting," Ken points out, entirely fairly. "You should read me some of your story."

Ken, if he can get away with it, doesn't read - especially Japanese, which he can manage but which takes conscious effort. (It is, after all, a second language, learned by someone who's neither smart nor an avid reader even in Italian, and he and Chikusa are self-taught to boot. Plus Chikusa makes sure Ken understands things. Being read to by him reminds him of when they were little, and learning to read for the first time.

Well, that is true, but that's because Chikusa maintains that everything being exhausting is also true. If his own anxiety over being a good tool for Axel hadn't been kicked up particularly early with how his first day went, it's hard to say if he'd be anywhere as hard working on all of the various things he does. All he can do is make a faint noise that isn't any kind of answer at all, and goes back to eating Gojyo's food.

The second suggestion is much more worth the effort of words, and he answers after swallowing down the pork. "Yeah... Alright. I can do that." His gaze flicks over to Ken for a moment as he debates on what parts of it he should read out loud to his partner. "What do you think so far...?"

"I like the stuff with the cops, byon," Ken replies, around another big bite of meat. "Even though it's weird to like cops. But you put in too much boring stuff explaining things."

Much like Chikusa thinks everything is exhausting, Ken thinks a lot of explanations and exposition and scene-setting are boring. Chikusa should know to take these criticisms with an entire pillar of salt.

It's nice, and interesting - if not exactly surprising - that he likes the dynamic of the cops in Chikusa's story. Probably on some level he recognizes and identifies with them, even if he hasn't consciously made the connection.

Trust him, he's taking it with an entire room full of salt. Chikusa just snorts a little bit, chewing his own food even as he makes a move to start opening the sake. Listen... He's already got it out. He might as well.

"If I didn't explain anything," he says once his mouth is clear and he's squinting into the bottle, "then the story wouldn't make sense... and I was told that someone thought it was interesting. How things work." With that, he takes a small sip. "Anyway.... You'll probably like them even more by the end..."

"I didn't say not to explain anything, stupid kappa," Ken huffs. "I just said there was too much." Ken, after all, does need explanations to follow along with a lot of things, so he's not going to complain if Chikusa's writing communicates what's going on clearly. But nobody needs to know how police bureaucracy works, in Ken's opinion. Probably not even actual police.

"How come I'll like them more?" This piques his interest.

"...I'm working on the right amount." Or, at least, an even split between his nerdy bullshit that he's learned from keeping them out of prison (mostly) and actual relevant things. It's honestly harder than he thought it would be. Apparently he's not been giving writers their due respect.

In the meanwhile, he finishes his latest bite and swallows. "Because they'll start getting into more fights... for one thing."

"With each other, you mean?" Is it telling that, knowing Chikusa's expys of them, that this is Ken's first thought? "Or like cool fights with criminals?"

Ken perks up as a thought occurs to him. "Hey, you should have them fight the mafia!" Because, after all, if there's any kind of criminal Ken could root for the cops to take down, it's the mafia.

"...They're already fighting with each other..." Chikusa figured that part would have been obvious. Still, at least he knows what makes Ken happy.

"Anyway... It's Italy, so the mafia will come up on way or another regardless." Halfway through his meal, Chikusa nods quietly to himself. Yeah... That's how it is, after all. Or perhaps he can just never think of any kind of life in the country they were born, with what limited memories he does have.

"They should take down a whole mafia family, byon." The thought pleases Ken immensely. "Even cops can be useful sometimes."

"Mmm," Chikusa agrees from around a mouthful of meat. Even cops have their uses, although one has to be careful not to get caught in the crossfire. Now that they're dead and ephemeral in the eyes of the still living, Chikusa supposes it's not as much of a problem as it once was. They've proven that much by casually breaking into a police station. "Anyway... Let me know when you're done, and I'll read to you."

"You can read to me while I'm eating, byon," Ken points out. That sounds ideal to him; food and a story, and he can focus on eating while Chikusa reads the boring parts.

"Ugh." Chikusa stuffs more food in his mouth. "But then I'd have to go upstairs to get the laptop... How troublesome..." He pokes over at Ken's plate. "Give me some of your food... and I'll do it."

Ken bats away Chikusa's hand with all the ease of a sibling who's grown up deflecting it. "No way! Food's better than a story, byon!"

"Then why do you think I want to get up to get away from food to get it either?" He's much lazier than Ken. This is an outrage. Or, it's something, even if Chikusa doesn't have the energy for 'outrage'.

"'Cause you wanna read it to me, byon." Ken says this with the calm certainty of a sibling who knows he's won the argument.

...This little shit.

Chikusa deadeyes Ken for a nice long moment, not saying a word, before he finally pushes himself up onto his feet with his fingers braced against the table.

"If I go up to our room... and then don't come down again... It's your own fault."

....He'll probably come down. Probably.

"If you go up to our room and don't come down again, I'm gonna eat all your food," Ken says confidently, smirking.

This time, Chikusa doesn't bother to use the energy to verbally reply. Instead, he meets his partner's gaze dead on, and reaches down to pick up the plate.

Come and get it.

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