[After everything and sometime before curfew, Junpei decides to go seek Dick out on his own. He's well-aware that the guy can take care of himself, but there's still part of him that wants to make sure he's actually okay.
Dick is somehow the type of person to shoulder everything himself, usually quietly, and get frustrated when he can't do that. He's the type of person who'll sacrifice himself if it means doing something greater and saving people. It's a concept Junpei's familiar with and something that makes him miss one girl more than anything in the world. It's also a concept that eats at him, digs under his skin and pushes all of his buttons that bring out a protective streak he thought he had under wraps.
Maybe he wasn't just kidding when he said that his type was "difficult."
It's not so much a check-in because he doesn't think Dick can handle himself. It's following up on some things that were said, and according to his watch it was starting to approach that time. They haven't proven that the force sleep is a pattern, but he doesn't trust it either. Instead he finds Dick wherever he is and approaches, gently nudging him with his shoulder without a word. Hewwo. It's a test to see where his head's immediately at.]
[ Dick isn't too hard to find, out on the deck and leaning against the railing to watch the (repeating, thanks ghost boat) horizon. He hears Junpei before he sees him, but he doesn't bother moving until he bumps against him in greeting.
Dick turns with a smile that's a little awkward-- because he doesn't... do big, emotional vulnerability moments, except he absolutely did yesterday, and there's something a little embarrassing about that. He'd thought he could handle it, but it was a lot harder to convince himself that the feeling griping him wasn't real when he wasn't entirely sure, and the idea of potentially putting someone in danger--
Well. The point is, he feels more than a little stupid, and he's grateful yet mad at the same time, because he doesn't do great being called out. But he doesn't want to linger on any of that, so after an initial pause he bumps Junpei's shoulder right back. ]
Don't tell me you're fetching me for bedtime already?
[ it's a joke-- in a low tone, like he's teasing. he's decided to linger on grateful instead of the other bad stuff. ]
[With the week drawing to an end, all three of them had fallen into bed and slept their way through Sunday night. It's something of a miracle for both Dick and Junpei, and with Escha comfortably in the middle Junpei himself felt...well. Better. They accomplished something and they were starting to get answers. Monika's death was still in the back of his mind, but he could sleep knowing they had a new direction.
Granted, Monday starts with blearily coming back to the world thanks to Escha quickly absconding from the bed. He doesn't move, listening to her get out and leave while laying still with one eye open. There's a stirring of something in his head and a strange kind of pull in his gut that he's half-convinced is hunger, but he's still trying to wake up properly. That can wait.
But he glances across the mattress at Dick to see if he's still there when the door of their room closes.]
What was that about...? [It's a low, tired mumble half to himself and half to Dick if he's listening, but he doesn't move just yet.]
[ dick's a little more awake than junpei, though it's entirely adrenaline for a second as he feels escha leave in a hurry-- and for that second he's disoriented and lost as he sits up in surprise, reaching for a weapon he absolutely did not bring to bed (oh, maybe he should next time? wait, no)... and then where he is and what happened registers, and he's exhausted still, and he flops back down with a soft sigh as he puts an arm up against his eyes.
he's warm, almost uncomfortably so, even lying on top of the bed in his boxers, and his heart rate is still erratic for some reason. he hears junpei's tired mumbling and doesn't answer immediately, though even just hearing that makes him feel a little... oh.
dick finally recognizes the arousal pooling in his belly for what it is and nearly groans out loud. he must've been dreaming before escha left. go figure: he doesn't sleep properly for a week because of sex demons, and the one time he finally gives in to sleep he dreams about it all still. it's not like it's his first time waking up horny, but he's still tired, and now he's too aware of himself to just go back to sleep. not to mention if he thinks about it...
hm. he hopes he didn't cause escha to leave. he can't remember it at all, but he must've been dreaming about both of them-- can still feel that attraction when he thinks of his arousal and he feels ... tired and embarrassed, a little. it doesn't do anything to quell it. he doesn't want to get up to deal with it, but now that he's noticed it it's only made it worse, so he turns to face junpei on the bed. it makes him feel marginally better and also marginally worse, as he thinks of all they did in the past week. he wonders if he's back asleep yet. ]
... Dunno. [ dick's answer is so belated he might be, but he keeps going, voice still rough from sleep: ] Can't believe she beat us to getting up.
[It sort of goes like this. Every night, they all figure out how to cram into the bed but keeping their distance from each other. Without fail, Escha in the center ends up with two young men who like to sleepy-cuddle sandwiching her in the center. For as little as Dick and Junpei really sleep, lately it's been a little easier to rest.
Then again the morning aren't exactly the easiest. Each morning this week has started with Escha jumping out of bed as though she's been scalded, dashing away from both of them before they can ask, and quickly dressing to leave the room. They would look toward one another and hardly have time to question it before the overwhelming need took over with little regard to keeping their hands to themselves as they wore themselves out in other ways to wake up.
He had to admit that fucking Dick Grayson wasn't the worst wake-up call.
Bringing them both off, he lays against him tired and sweaty and spent, heart racing and boneless against both mattress and Dick himself. The post-orgasm haze clouds his mind a little, but nevertheless he still turns just enough to curl up against him.]
You're getting better at this. [He's absolutely joking, and his voice is rough and gravely against Dick's throat where he leaves another light kiss. It's still pretty early. They can recover for a bit.]
[ there's a half-whine building up in dick's throat between the weight of junpei against him and his ministrations on his throat, but he swallows it down. he's still a bit oversensitive following another morning session this week, and he knows the logical thing to do when they're affected by touch would be to sleep separately, but this has been... nice.
escha leaving every morning leaves a kind of gutted, uncomfortable feeling in his stomach, but everything else has been very, very nice. which is why he leans his head back to give junpei more access to his throat even though he feels spent and jittery now that they've gotten off, every touch just that side of too much and not enough. ]
Yeah? [ his own voice is a little wrecked, the same way he kind of feels, but he doesn't even bother pretending to clear his throat as he smirks a bit dangerously ] Weird, because it kind of feels like you're getting worse.
[ it's absolutely believable when he's sweaty and still panting a little, lifting a hand to run softly against junpei's back. he wants to curl up against him and never get up, but that's the needy part of dick talking. ]
[This isn't the first time they've watched an exorcism. Even now, if he's honest, he has nightmares about Carlos's death, but this is the first time it's been something to this extreme. Escha hadn't deserved this and this fucked up game chose Dick of all people to be her executioner.
How was that fair? None of this should have happened and he wishes there was something more that he could do. He knows that Dick won't want to be coddled, but at the same time...
...it's just the two of them now. Even knowing what Nikkari had told them and knowing what he knew from others, that didn't make this better or easier.
The exorcism finishes, the memory of melted flesh and a girl with the sweetest disposition at the forefront of his mind, and he approaches Dick wherever he is.]
...come on. Break time. [It's quiet but just enough force to say this isn't an option.]
[ the exorcism finishes and dick stands there in the circle, staring at where escha was with the dagger still clutched in his hand.
it's only when junpei speaks to him that he lets it go abruptly, stepping out of the circle the way he couldn't earlier.
he doesn't say anything but as steady as his hands (if nothing else) were during the ritual, now there are definite aftershakes. he'll follow, though. he just needs.
[Aphro week's over, so there's really no reason for them to stay in bed. The night before was a little quiet and even with Dick coming back to the room a little drunk Junpei just let it happen before crawling into a bed that suddenly felt a little too big. He doesn't think about the fact that he woke up curled against Dick's back, or the fact that he stayed there for a while even when he woke up, but eventually they split up for the day.
It's why sometime later he wanders the ship, giving Dick his space and making his rounds with other people. Soon enough, he approaches him wherever he's at. Probably the tech lab. Why the fuck not.]
[ Dick, for his part, sure as fuck pretended to be asleep until Junpei got up, not even caring that his head was pounding a little from his bad life choices. It'd felt nice, to have some kind of touch that wasn't followed-- or following-- something more sexual. He'd... missed it.
But the morning had passed and Dick didn't have time to feel-- anything. There was a lot of work to do.
He's got his hands full of tech he's squinting at when Junpei comes in, and he grumbles: ]
Something, hopefully. [ he misses blueprints a little, but more than that, the spare parts around here are rather eclectic, and he's not even sure what it is he could comfortably build. which is why he twirls a screwdriver in his hand as he turns to face junpei ] But good timing. I've got a favor to ask.
[ it's not like it's the first time dick wakes up with junpei cuddled up against his back (nor will it be the last, no matter what people said about their bed sharing habit)-- and it's also not the first time he wakes up with something in his hands he definitely didn't have the night before. he looks at it, and...
immediately turns around to shake junpei awake ]
Sorry, JT, no snoozing today. C'mon.
[ his own voice is a bit rough with sleep, but tinged ... with concerned bewilderment? ]
[It absolutely won't be the last time unfortunately because if you give someone an inch they'll take a mile. Junpei's actually asleep for once and has his face more or less pressed between Dick's shoulders, but the movement and the shaking means there's an irritated noise as he pushes at Dick's hand.]
Stop. [Equally low and sleepy but he cracks an eye open.] What? I'm up. [It's the tone that helps kick his ass into gear and the other eye opens.]
[ well. the night is over, trial was... 50% successful, dick has talked to people and he feels like he's done all he can for the night, which is why he's. apparently calling it a day, because when junpei walks in, he'll find dick in the middle of undressing in plain sight like an asshole. ]
--Hey.
[ he stops what he's doing so he's just standing there shirtless, as if gauging how junpei is doing compared to last night. because. y'know, he is. ]
[Likewise, Junpei's been out and definitely. Doing things. And talking to people. So when he enters the room he slips off his jacket to put on a chair nearby. He pauses when he sees Dick standing out in the open half-naked, and it's not really that big of a deal because they've been living together for a while and he's seen Dick naked more than once, but it does mean he lingers.
Comparatively, he seems a little calmer and quieter than the night before. Not entirely happy because who can be in a place like this, but less volatile and erratic.]
Hey. [...he'll enter the room further, sort of gliding his way further into the room, not sure what to really make of the look.] ...everything okay?
[ Dick and Grune called it a pajama party, but it's not actually a sleepover party. Dick will have to come back to help clean up soon, but he comes back into their room a little bit-- he's not planning on going to bed just yet, humming a little under his breath as he does. it doesn't sound like any of the lonely island songs that have been playing at the party, thank god. it is, in fact, a little melancholy. hmm.
[Me, immediately: Dick's humming Beautiful Soul because I refuse to stop making Jmac jokes. Anyway, Dick comes back into the room and Junpei's sitting on the couch curled up with his knees to his chest and a notebook in his lap. There's also a bottle of beer on the floor half-empty but whatever.
He looks up when Dick speaks though and his expression probably betrays his thoughts, given his eyes immediately slide from his feet up to his face.]
I finished some of my bingo rounds earlier. [Who knows if it's true or not.] And I'm not hiding. I had stuff to do.
[His vitals are fine and aside from the burns on his neck and his wrists and ankles, he seems to be in pretty okay shape. Except the thing is, Junpei doesn't wake up. He's unconscious for most of the time that Dick tends to Nikkari and Edelgard, somehow staying asleep even when Dick picks him up and carries him back to their room. At some point he tries to wake up and finds he's too exhausted to do anything but shift just slightly into Dick's chest.
The bright side is that he sleeps through most of the night, breathing shallow and curled up into a ball on his side. The downside is he finally finds himself waking up somewhere in the neighborhood of five in the morning and the room's dark. He wakes with a start even if he doesn't move, eyes wide and briefly panicked before he recognizes the shape of another person. With that said, he moves just enough to tentatively curl up against Dick as usual and lets his eyes close again. But the fact that he's trying to burrow is promising?
[ Dick's quiet, but it was probably a bit much to expect him to be asleep, considering everything. he'd spent most of the night worried-- he's not a doctor, and there was no telling if he was right to think this was even something they could wake up from on their own.
he'd still ended up settling down in bed next to junpei not too long ago. he has invested in pajama pants, for some reason, and he's halfway sitting when he hears junpei wake up enough to burrow into his side. some tension leaves him, though not all, even though he brings a hand up to brush through junpei's hair softly. ]
... Still miss video games?
[ it's wry and quiet, in case he'd fallen back asleep already. ]
[ it's the end of the day!!! after they have done their rounds with everyone!!! and dick is sitting on the bed wearing pajama pants having clearly just taken a shower. this has been. a day.
though when junpei comes in the concerned look is clear on his face is pretty clear ]
[Junpei could probably use a shower and pajamas but he comes back to the room and shuts the door. He catches the concerned look and he can only shrug in response before he veers to the kitchen to set something on the counter before he shuffles over.]
[The first thing he notices is that he's overly warm. He's overly warm and it's stifling and while he hates the cold, this is cloying and kind of suffocating. He blinks his eyes open, squinting for a moment before he realizes he's staring directly into an abyss of black velvet.
Okay, not velvet. They're soft but also jabbing into his face and there's an indignant noise that almost sounds like a hiss as he pushes at Dick's back, not quite realizing he's also handling the wing itself. You don't wake up and expect to find your roommate with a pair of wings, alright? But there's a whine all the same.]
The fuck, Dick. [It's flat and kind of annoyed and yet even while he's pushing at Dick's back his cheek is nestled against his shoulder. The longer he's awake, however, the more he's becoming aware of the pull deep in his gut that definitely shouldn't be there. No. We're not repeating aphro week. Goddamnit. No.
And of course because he's under the sheets and not looking at his own ass, he doesn't notice the cat tail that's curled over one of Dick's legs, or the ears twitching at the sounds in the room. Good morning.]
that's kind of the first thing dick notices, the slight twinge of pain from something at... his... back? he can feel something around his leg but that doesn't seem that weird, with how junpei usually clings, but junpei's whining combined with the slight twinge of-- of something-- is enough to shock him into awareness, and he turns to look behind him to see what junpei is talking about.
but all he gets is a face full of feathers and that's not normal, so dick sits up abruptly, and something in his back twinges and it flutters behind him and yes. yeah. those are his. those are-- ]
What the hell.
[ he hasn't even looked at junpei yet with all that this is amazing ]
[ EVERYONE HAS BEEN SEEN TO, including dick having to personally go fetch higekiri because hige is the worst right now, AND NOW DICK AND JUNPEI ARE BOTH BACK IN THE ROOM
dick leans against the wall for a second and just looks fucking exhausted even with the mask. it's been. a long night. buuuuut MISSION FIRST!!! ]
Kagachi has the heart. "Still-beating demon heart". With the one you've got, that makes all seven.
[That's fine because Junpei's standing in the middle of the room trying not to drip zombie blood and what have you. He needs to shower and clean up but that gives him time to stop thinking, so...mission first. He's reading over the documents he looted again, the sheet filled with glowing green jars on the floor next to his feet. He's also kind of standing on the sheet to protect the floor.]
Great. Any idea what the fuck we're supposed to do with them? [...] What actually happened? Where did you guys go?
[While Dick is out doing whatever Dick is doing, Junpei returns to their room and immediately flops facedown on the bed to lament his poor life choices.
Okay, maybe that's not true. But he's thinking about stuff and kind of doesn't want to talk to most people right now, so alone time it is. It gives him space to think and a dark part of him entertains a few ideas that aren't entirely rational.
So instead, when Dick comes back the room is quiet because Junpei's on the bed and still fully dressed, one leg bent at the knee and the other crossed over it as he seems to be reading a book. His tail and his ears are still, but hearing Dick enter he turns the page.]
...a little more excitement than expected. [How...do you address that you maybe fucked up...]
[ dick lingers for a few seconds at the entrance, a blank look on his face as he looks at junpei on the bed before he sighs, running a hand through his hair. ]
Yeah. Guess I should've gone ahead and covered it all up with make-up.
[ it's a wry joke, and it doesn't even begin to cover the list of things he's beating himself up for, but what else is new? ]
[Well. It's Tuesday morning. It's Tuesday morning and the night before meant that the moment Dick was close enough in bed Junpei immediately curled around him and clung to him like he assumed Dick would disappear if he let go. He doesn't let go for the few hours he does sleep but later in the morning he blinks awake and seems to be thinking on something.
It's why he wriggles his way up enough to be face to face before pressing a kiss to Dick's lips, giving him a quiet and somewhat curious look.]
I'm claiming you for a few hours today. [Hm. Okay.]
[ dick's awake the second he feels junpei moving around, but he doesn't move from his spot until the kiss, blinking slow and languid back at him. he hadn't asked yesterday, and he has to resist asking today again, deciding to just. see what happens. which is why he tilts his head a bit ]
Morning to you too. [ he lifts a hand up to brush against junpei's cheek lightly ] What are we doing?
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W1, THURSDAY;
Dick is somehow the type of person to shoulder everything himself, usually quietly, and get frustrated when he can't do that. He's the type of person who'll sacrifice himself if it means doing something greater and saving people. It's a concept Junpei's familiar with and something that makes him miss one girl more than anything in the world. It's also a concept that eats at him, digs under his skin and pushes all of his buttons that bring out a protective streak he thought he had under wraps.
Maybe he wasn't just kidding when he said that his type was "difficult."
It's not so much a check-in because he doesn't think Dick can handle himself. It's following up on some things that were said, and according to his watch it was starting to approach that time. They haven't proven that the force sleep is a pattern, but he doesn't trust it either. Instead he finds Dick wherever he is and approaches, gently nudging him with his shoulder without a word. Hewwo. It's a test to see where his head's immediately at.]
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Dick turns with a smile that's a little awkward-- because he doesn't... do big, emotional vulnerability moments, except he absolutely did yesterday, and there's something a little embarrassing about that. He'd thought he could handle it, but it was a lot harder to convince himself that the feeling griping him wasn't real when he wasn't entirely sure, and the idea of potentially putting someone in danger--
Well. The point is, he feels more than a little stupid, and he's grateful yet mad at the same time, because he doesn't do great being called out. But he doesn't want to linger on any of that, so after an initial pause he bumps Junpei's shoulder right back. ]
Don't tell me you're fetching me for bedtime already?
[ it's a joke-- in a low tone, like he's teasing. he's decided to linger on grateful instead of the other bad stuff. ]
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W2, Monday;
Granted, Monday starts with blearily coming back to the world thanks to Escha quickly absconding from the bed. He doesn't move, listening to her get out and leave while laying still with one eye open. There's a stirring of something in his head and a strange kind of pull in his gut that he's half-convinced is hunger, but he's still trying to wake up properly. That can wait.
But he glances across the mattress at Dick to see if he's still there when the door of their room closes.]
What was that about...? [It's a low, tired mumble half to himself and half to Dick if he's listening, but he doesn't move just yet.]
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he's warm, almost uncomfortably so, even lying on top of the bed in his boxers, and his heart rate is still erratic for some reason. he hears junpei's tired mumbling and doesn't answer immediately, though even just hearing that makes him feel a little... oh.
dick finally recognizes the arousal pooling in his belly for what it is and nearly groans out loud. he must've been dreaming before escha left. go figure: he doesn't sleep properly for a week because of sex demons, and the one time he finally gives in to sleep he dreams about it all still. it's not like it's his first time waking up horny, but he's still tired, and now he's too aware of himself to just go back to sleep. not to mention if he thinks about it...
hm. he hopes he didn't cause escha to leave. he can't remember it at all, but he must've been dreaming about both of them-- can still feel that attraction when he thinks of his arousal and he feels ... tired and embarrassed, a little. it doesn't do anything to quell it. he doesn't want to get up to deal with it, but now that he's noticed it it's only made it worse, so he turns to face junpei on the bed. it makes him feel marginally better and also marginally worse, as he thinks of all they did in the past week. he wonders if he's back asleep yet. ]
... Dunno. [ dick's answer is so belated he might be, but he keeps going, voice still rough from sleep: ] Can't believe she beat us to getting up.
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W2, WEDNESDAY, 8amish
Then again the morning aren't exactly the easiest. Each morning this week has started with Escha jumping out of bed as though she's been scalded, dashing away from both of them before they can ask, and quickly dressing to leave the room. They would look toward one another and hardly have time to question it before the overwhelming need took over with little regard to keeping their hands to themselves as they wore themselves out in other ways to wake up.
He had to admit that fucking Dick Grayson wasn't the worst wake-up call.
Bringing them both off, he lays against him tired and sweaty and spent, heart racing and boneless against both mattress and Dick himself. The post-orgasm haze clouds his mind a little, but nevertheless he still turns just enough to curl up against him.]
You're getting better at this. [He's absolutely joking, and his voice is rough and gravely against Dick's throat where he leaves another light kiss. It's still pretty early. They can recover for a bit.]
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escha leaving every morning leaves a kind of gutted, uncomfortable feeling in his stomach, but everything else has been very, very nice. which is why he leans his head back to give junpei more access to his throat even though he feels spent and jittery now that they've gotten off, every touch just that side of too much and not enough. ]
Yeah? [ his own voice is a little wrecked, the same way he kind of feels, but he doesn't even bother pretending to clear his throat as he smirks a bit dangerously ] Weird, because it kind of feels like you're getting worse.
[ it's absolutely believable when he's sweaty and still panting a little, lifting a hand to run softly against junpei's back. he wants to curl up against him and never get up, but that's the needy part of dick talking. ]
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W2, SUNDAY;
How was that fair? None of this should have happened and he wishes there was something more that he could do. He knows that Dick won't want to be coddled, but at the same time...
...it's just the two of them now. Even knowing what Nikkari had told them and knowing what he knew from others, that didn't make this better or easier.
The exorcism finishes, the memory of melted flesh and a girl with the sweetest disposition at the forefront of his mind, and he approaches Dick wherever he is.]
...come on. Break time. [It's quiet but just enough force to say this isn't an option.]
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it's only when junpei speaks to him that he lets it go abruptly, stepping out of the circle the way he couldn't earlier.
he doesn't say anything but as steady as his hands (if nothing else) were during the ritual, now there are definite aftershakes. he'll follow, though. he just needs.
well, a break works. ]
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W3, MONDAY;
It's why sometime later he wanders the ship, giving Dick his space and making his rounds with other people. Soon enough, he approaches him wherever he's at. Probably the tech lab. Why the fuck not.]
What're you working on?
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But the morning had passed and Dick didn't have time to feel-- anything. There was a lot of work to do.
He's got his hands full of tech he's squinting at when Junpei comes in, and he grumbles: ]
Something, hopefully. [ he misses blueprints a little, but more than that, the spare parts around here are rather eclectic, and he's not even sure what it is he could comfortably build. which is why he twirls a screwdriver in his hand as he turns to face junpei ] But good timing. I've got a favor to ask.
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week 3, thursday
immediately turns around to shake junpei awake ]
Sorry, JT, no snoozing today. C'mon.
[ his own voice is a bit rough with sleep, but tinged ... with concerned bewilderment? ]
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Stop. [Equally low and sleepy but he cracks an eye open.] What? I'm up. [It's the tone that helps kick his ass into gear and the other eye opens.]
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w3, saturday
--Hey.
[ he stops what he's doing so he's just standing there shirtless, as if gauging how junpei is doing compared to last night. because. y'know, he is. ]
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Hey. [...he'll enter the room further, sort of gliding his way further into the room, not sure what to really make of the look.] ...everything okay?
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week 4, tuesday
also here are the knee boots he's wearing. just. as a bonus. there is nothing pajama about these.
he notices junpei in the room and makes a noise of mild surprise, grinning immediately ]
Is this where you've been hiding? Thought you were filling out bingo this whole time.
[ he'd seen junpei earlier, but nothing too much ]
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He looks up when Dick speaks though and his expression probably betrays his thoughts, given his eyes immediately slide from his feet up to his face.]
I finished some of my bingo rounds earlier. [Who knows if it's true or not.] And I'm not hiding. I had stuff to do.
[Like hide from his attractive as fuck roommate.]
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W4, EARLY THURSDAY
The bright side is that he sleeps through most of the night, breathing shallow and curled up into a ball on his side. The downside is he finally finds himself waking up somewhere in the neighborhood of five in the morning and the room's dark. He wakes with a start even if he doesn't move, eyes wide and briefly panicked before he recognizes the shape of another person. With that said, he moves just enough to tentatively curl up against Dick as usual and lets his eyes close again. But the fact that he's trying to burrow is promising?
Good morning.]
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he'd still ended up settling down in bed next to junpei not too long ago. he has invested in pajama pants, for some reason, and he's halfway sitting when he hears junpei wake up enough to burrow into his side. some tension leaves him, though not all, even though he brings a hand up to brush through junpei's hair softly. ]
... Still miss video games?
[ it's wry and quiet, in case he'd fallen back asleep already. ]
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week 4, saturday
though when junpei comes in the concerned look is clear on his face is pretty clear ]
... Hanging in there?
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Well enough. It's been a weird day.
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Okay, not velvet. They're soft but also jabbing into his face and there's an indignant noise that almost sounds like a hiss as he pushes at Dick's back, not quite realizing he's also handling the wing itself. You don't wake up and expect to find your roommate with a pair of wings, alright? But there's a whine all the same.]
The fuck, Dick. [It's flat and kind of annoyed and yet even while he's pushing at Dick's back his cheek is nestled against his shoulder. The longer he's awake, however, the more he's becoming aware of the pull deep in his gut that definitely shouldn't be there. No. We're not repeating aphro week. Goddamnit. No.
And of course because he's under the sheets and not looking at his own ass, he doesn't notice the cat tail that's curled over one of Dick's legs, or the ears twitching at the sounds in the room. Good morning.]
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that's kind of the first thing dick notices, the slight twinge of pain from something at... his... back? he can feel something around his leg but that doesn't seem that weird, with how junpei usually clings, but junpei's whining combined with the slight twinge of-- of something-- is enough to shock him into awareness, and he turns to look behind him to see what junpei is talking about.
but all he gets is a face full of feathers and that's not normal, so dick sits up abruptly, and something in his back twinges and it flutters behind him and yes. yeah. those are his. those are-- ]
What the hell.
[ he hasn't even looked at junpei yet with all that this is amazing ]
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dick leans against the wall for a second and just looks fucking exhausted even with the mask. it's been. a long night. buuuuut MISSION FIRST!!! ]
Kagachi has the heart. "Still-beating demon heart". With the one you've got, that makes all seven.
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Great. Any idea what the fuck we're supposed to do with them? [...] What actually happened? Where did you guys go?
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Okay, maybe that's not true. But he's thinking about stuff and kind of doesn't want to talk to most people right now, so alone time it is. It gives him space to think and a dark part of him entertains a few ideas that aren't entirely rational.
So instead, when Dick comes back the room is quiet because Junpei's on the bed and still fully dressed, one leg bent at the knee and the other crossed over it as he seems to be reading a book. His tail and his ears are still, but hearing Dick enter he turns the page.]
...a little more excitement than expected. [How...do you address that you maybe fucked up...]
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Yeah. Guess I should've gone ahead and covered it all up with make-up.
[ it's a wry joke, and it doesn't even begin to cover the list of things he's beating himself up for, but what else is new? ]
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It's why he wriggles his way up enough to be face to face before pressing a kiss to Dick's lips, giving him a quiet and somewhat curious look.]
I'm claiming you for a few hours today. [Hm. Okay.]
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Morning to you too. [ he lifts a hand up to brush against junpei's cheek lightly ] What are we doing?
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