[ there's the briefest moment of hesitation where nikkari just stares at junpei before he gives a little shrug and reaches out to take the other man's hand. ]
[...well. If you give a boy your hand, he'll take it. Nikkari reaches for him and Junpei lets his fingers wind around Nikkari's, ignoring the fact that his hand's shaking just slightly from...nerves? Something else? It's hard to say. His face provides no tells and he begins to walk ahead.]
Fiction or non-fiction, you think? Not that this isn't enough of a horror scenario as it is.
[ nikkari's certainly amused when he feels the tremble of junpei's hand in his, but unlike all their previous experiences, he chooses to keep this laugh to himself instead of share it. boy cute and he doesn't want to ruin the moment. ]
The line between the two may not be so clear cut, you know. Many believe my origins to merely be a legend, but I, of course, know each word to be true.
Are you really a ghost story then? [Thanks for not laughing at him because he's leading them further into the library and out of sight, still not quite connected to the conversation but holding Nikkari's hand.] How do you know that what you know is true?
[ he closes his eyes as he guides junpei's hand to the bangs that cover his right eye.
when he opens them again, the red iris in that usually hidden eye suddenly seems sharper, more intense than the few times he's let other people see it. the deep, eerie grin on his face completes the picture. ]
Hahaha... I thought you knew? It is said that doing something for long enough can cause one to become their work.
Nothing has changed, of course.
I am Nikkari Aoe, the sword named for the frightening grin of the first ghost he was used to slay. What do you think, then, has happened to me over the course of my long, long life?
[ ... he can only keep it going for so long, though, before he drops junpei's hand to cover his mouth as he tries (poorly) to muffle his laughter, hair falling back into place. ]
Which is to say Junpei lets this go, listens to Nikkari and almost completely believes him before his expression falls very, very flat. He can't even be amused right now so he's just staring directly into his soul.
...well. Okay. There's a very obvious attempt at not grinning.]
You've walked away with a pretty sick sense of humor. [He shakes his head.]
[ if junpei really wants him to stop laughing, he should stop saying shit like that! goddamn! ]
Right here? I had no idea you were the type, Junpei-san... ah, I'm not counting last week, by the way. Those were extenuating circumstances, after all.
You could just say no like a normal person. [Grumblepoutbitch.] Also I didn't really mean right here but...we could. If you were into that. Probably more comfortable than the coffee shop counter.
[ well, that seals the deal. with one more ridiculously fond laugh, nikkari pulls junpei down and toward him to kiss him, tongue immediately trying to fight its way into junpei's mouth as he presses their bodies as close together as possible. ]
[It's not that hard for him to follow, trying to clear his mind from memories and leaving behind something brought on from reliving that moment. Nikkari pulls him down and he parts his lips to allow Nikkari's tongue to slip past his lips, hands sliding over his shoulders and settling flush against him.
It also means backing himself into a bookcase, but that's fine.]
[ hopefully these shelves are sturdy, otherwise they might actually accidentally murder someone?? but no, it seems like they're pretty solidly in place, so even as nikkari pins junpei against a divider separating books about biology from those about bondage, the shelf doesn't give way. with one hand keeping his partner against the bookcase, the other slides down his chest, tracing the contours of his bones through his shirt. ]
[And that's how they murdered five people that week in an alt timeline. But instead, no, the shelves are sturdy and Junpei doesn't mind the uncomfortable dig in his back. His hands are sliding up Nikkari's spine and he murmurs against his mouth when his partner's hands drift down his chest.]
Can't a guy keep some secrets? [Low and wanting, but still kind of firm. He's never going to tell him that part and instead he nips at his bottom lip, moving Nikkari's hand further down to dip under his own shirt. That's apparently permission to keep touching.]
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[ there's the briefest moment of hesitation where nikkari just stares at junpei before he gives a little shrug and reaches out to take the other man's hand. ]
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Fiction or non-fiction, you think? Not that this isn't enough of a horror scenario as it is.
[Is he still trying to be casual? Yeah.]
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The line between the two may not be so clear cut, you know. Many believe my origins to merely be a legend, but I, of course, know each word to be true.
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Would you like me to prove it?
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...yes.
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when he opens them again, the red iris in that usually hidden eye suddenly seems sharper, more intense than the few times he's let other people see it. the deep, eerie grin on his face completes the picture. ]
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...what are you...? [...but, he's curious and not entirely afraid.]
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Nothing has changed, of course.
I am Nikkari Aoe, the sword named for the frightening grin of the first ghost he was used to slay. What do you think, then, has happened to me over the course of my long, long life?
2/2 :)
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Which is to say Junpei lets this go, listens to Nikkari and almost completely believes him before his expression falls very, very flat. He can't even be amused right now so he's just staring directly into his soul.
...well. Okay. There's a very obvious attempt at not grinning.]
You've walked away with a pretty sick sense of humor. [He shakes his head.]
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[ if nikkari tries to reach for his hand again, will he take it? ]
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Consider being less charming, maybe.
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You're sending me very mixed signals, you know.
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Like you don't send mixed messages of your own, Nikkari? I never know if you want to tease me or actually tease me.
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It's both.
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Suddenly I'm even less surprised. [There's a pause...and he glances at Nikkari carefully.] ...feel like making it one over the other?
[Subtle.]
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Right here? I had no idea you were the type, Junpei-san... ah, I'm not counting last week, by the way. Those were extenuating circumstances, after all.
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You could just say no like a normal person. [Grumblepoutbitch.] Also I didn't really mean right here but...we could. If you were into that. Probably more comfortable than the coffee shop counter.
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If you wanted me to say no, then why did you ask at all?
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There's something about you that makes me act kind of crazy, I guess.
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It also means backing himself into a bookcase, but that's fine.]
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Just how crazy do I make you, I wonder...?
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Can't a guy keep some secrets? [Low and wanting, but still kind of firm. He's never going to tell him that part and instead he nips at his bottom lip, moving Nikkari's hand further down to dip under his own shirt. That's apparently permission to keep touching.]