Waking the Dead 2.0 || August 19, 2063 || Friday

[icarusalsoflew]

[This one disappears for about thirty minutes, and returns as quietly as he left with two briefcases. He doesn't explain where he went, but from how he ducks into Hikaru's room for about fifteen minutes after that, it can probably be inferred that he fetched a few things from Falner.

Looks like he'll be staying at the Tower while he has taken control of his Brother's body. You're usually going to spot him hovering around, smoking, working through a glass of rum, eyes crimson-ringed and glowing oddly in all lights (or lack thereof) watching... who knows what he's watching? And that suit he's wearing - three-piece, black, pin-striped, with ghostly faces and smoke occasionally moving over the "fabric" - is pretty nice, creepiness aside.

Please excuse him if you find him suddenly popping in on you. It's just what he does.]


OOC Notes:
+ Drop starters as you please! I'll have Death haunt you accordingly. ♥
+ Feel free to do other stuff among yourselves here as well.
+ Do note that Makoto's out and solid for this evening too, so you can bug him or ping me if you want him to come around and bother you.

Comments

[larue]

[ Wow, please, don't. It's eerie and all sorts of creepy in ways he doesn't want to think about how so much like his boy you appear right now. ]

I... I'm sorry. It's just that, [ fumbling for words now ] it's different for everyone. Sometimes, people get into sex just becayse it feels good. Other times you have to care about someone so much, love them -- before you take the step towards... that kind of intimacy.

[ He's taking a moment to figure out how to say this next part. ]

I think I can safely say that Hikaru and I are the second category. And... you might share the same body, but sleeping with you would be like sleeping with someone else.

[ It really would. ]

I don't know... how he'd take to that.

And even if I did know... the answer would still be no. But that's because of my principles.

[icarusalsoflew]

Understood. I will not press.

[He is definitely picking up his vessel's tells. Shorter sentences, not quite meeting the other's gaze, longer pauses... the works.

Few know of this simple fact: the "drift" that exists between Hikaru Shinta and Death works both ways. While one comes to understand things in a less "human" fashion, the other gains human experience. They talk often because neither of them have the words to explain their respective sides, at least not until they hash it out. They often don't realize it when they're becoming each other's mirrors.

Much like now.]

[larue]

[ He'll chalk it up to moving a certain way around Hikaru and getting tripped up because where earlier it was easy to tell the difference... it's harder now.

He knows this is still Brother Death, but it's hard, watching the tells that he's starting to be so incredibly familiar with where it concerns Hikaru. And especially since the last four? five weeks? that he and the Blade King have been together-together haven't exactly been smooth sailing.

This is a hand falling over yours, Death. ]

You look pretty lost.

[icarusalsoflew]

[And that gesture visibly surprises him. It only shows for a moment, though, before his expression smooths over - but not completely.]

Perhaps it is because I feel lost. It does not matter, though. I will content myself with theoretical knowledge in this direction.

[He'll try to, anyway.

This is... difficult. These feelings did not used to matter.]

[larue]

[ Hikaru, Josh is going to need to have A Talk with you when you get back.

Thank God it's only going to be a week? Not that... long... right?

This one's at a loss as to what he can say or offer. So he's going to rub a hand over his face again because... wow, what is this. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[Watching that without comment, and then quietly standing up.]

You have my gratitude for agreeing to speak with me, Joshua.

[That's about as close to a "see you later, maybe" as you will get with this one. He is, after all, kind of turning towards the door now.]

[larue]

[ He's watching Brother Death go, and feeling kind of guilty and useless for not being more helpful.

He does manage to get out a parting shot, though, even if his tone is fairly subdued. ] No thanks needed. I'm sorry... that I wasn't much help.

[icarusalsoflew]

[There's a smile just over this one's shoulder as he's opening the door.]

You do not need to apologize for anything.

[Click.]