I'm just a mean green mother from outer space

[erogappa]

Who: Gojyo (erogappa) and Kurama (herbalsupplements)
What: First annual Demon Pride festival
When: 12 April
Where: Xochipilli's temple
Warnings: Drug use!




"The plants will only eat you if you're smoking, Gojyo." His impression of Kurama is terrible -- it sounds nothing like him. "Smoking is bad for my bees, Gojyo." Seriously, that guy is just plain strange. It's not like he'd had his bees on him at the school! ...Or maybe he had. Gojyo pauses at the edge of the greenery and considers that for a moment. He could have been full of bees. There were definitely stranger things than that happening in heaven these days.

He'll have to ask about that.

But for now, he sucks down the last drag off his cigarette, stomping the filter out in the dirt with a brutal twist of his boot. Kurama's promised him a non-smoky alternative to cigarettes, which is the only reason he's willing to risk life and limb in the fox's smoker-eating jungle. (Well. It's not the only reason. But it's the only one he's willing to cop to, even to himself.)

"Oooooooooi!" he calls, stepping his first ginger step onto Xochipilli's land. "The currently not smoking god Dionysus is comin' to pay a call to some bee-lovin' fox, so nothin' better eat me!"

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[herbalsupplements]

"Or at least not in China." He changes back, the cold immobility of being marble strange and uncomfortable right now, but it doesn't work quite right and Kurama raises a hand to sift the remaining rubies out of his hair. What do you say to a near stranger who's clearly a walking ball of trauma?

Oh, right. "I have math, science, and dance lessons at Menrva's most days of the week and train my shinki in the mornings, but otherwise my schedule is flexible. When are you free for magic lessons?" He doesn't quite feel like putting the rose back, so he smooths the thorns off with little more than a thought and pushes it back at Gojyo.

[erogappa]

Hey, he's dealing with his trauma just fine, thank you! Repression and distraction are totally valid life choices.

"Um." He still gets magic lessons? That's clearly surprising. And then, belatedly, clearly very nice! "I'm usually up by noon?" he offers, fingers closing around the rose's stem of their own volition. He'll hand it off to the first pretty girl he sees, and vanish before she can even get a look at his face. "You're really gonna teach me how to do stuff?"

[herbalsupplements]

"Of course. Unless you expect someone else to show up who can, and I doubt they'll know half as much as I do." If he sounds proud, well, that would be because he is. You don't get to be as old as he is without picking up plenty of tricks, and aside from his friends back home and Mai here it's been a while since he's deigned to teach anyone. "How does 3:30 sound?"

[erogappa]

If it turns out later that this was all one long complex hallucination from drinking too much tobacco water, and that he's actually lying on the grass puking, he's going to be so very disappointed.

"Three-thirty," he agrees. He hasn't made a scheduled time for anything in years, but he'll make this one. "Here?"

He's gonna learn how to do magic, like a real demon. Better, even, than the demons back home! This is amazing.

[herbalsupplements]

"Right here, every day until I say otherwise." Kurama puts his hands in his pockets, already thinking up a rough lesson plan and rather pleased with himself for turning such a prickly set of initial encounters around. "When can you start?"

Hey, he may not be planning to take much time for this out of the day to start, but it might as well be a job otherwise.

[erogappa]

When? But he said three-thirty, right? Then what does he...?

Oh. Damn this stuff is really doing a number on his brain. "Tomorrow?" Assuming he'll be functional by tomorrow. Assuming he doesn't leave here and head into the Near Shore and get himself into a world of delightful trouble until this buzz wears off.

[herbalsupplements]

Kurama smiles, small but honest (and not at all betraying that he could really sit down right about now). "Good. I expect to see you then."