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[swordsitter]

Who: swordhaus + cr
When: throughout march
Where: the three apartments swordhaus uses.. or will be, once the newbies arrive
What: march catch-all
Rating/Warning: probably nothing, but i'll edit as necessary.

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[ this is a busy, noisy household. sorry, neighbors. ]

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[isolophobia]

[ Pitch just answers with an obnoxious grin. ]

Why you silly boy. Though, if you prefer, there is always the shadow under the bed~?

[ So it was a lucky guess. But it's far more fun to imply otherwise. Being seen is such a new novelty too, especially since if this is Haru's room, it might be worth it to
snoop.

Like with this laundry basket for instance. The question on everyone's mind is boxers or briefs? ]

[swordsitter]

[ haru pauses, then shakes his head, shifting to show that there's.. no actual bed. ] I sleep on a futon, Pitch-san. It's in the other closet right now. You're more than welcome to the closet if that's comfortable for you, though, or I can get out another futon. [ sure, he's not at home now, but habits are hard to break.

and the laundry seems to be a mix of his and the swords', so who knows..

he gestures him out of the closet, coughing into his sleeve as he does. (he's.. still sick, but he seems to finally be getting better.) ]

You should introduce yourself to everyone when you get a chance. Please try not to scare them, though. Some of my spirits are.. actually really traumatized.

[isolophobia]

[ See, this is what you get for trying to be a sarcastic git. He hadn't quite meant it literally, but okay. We'll just call this awkward pause...listening. Yeah. Listening. ]

'Introduce myself'? Who do you think I am? No, if they wish to meet me they can say so. But if it's the closet, then so be it. I don't sleep as you mortals do. Or eat. Or otherwise behave in a way you deem 'nice'.

[ Strolling around, Pitch curiously picked at various things throughout the room. Sorry, Haru, but he's really not very nice. ]

I am no stranger to battlefields if that's what you're worried about.

[swordsitter]

I'm not asking you to be like everyone else. I just want my spirits to know who they're sharing their home with now, that's all.

[ he folds himself down neatly to kneel on the floor, beginning to take the laundry out to fold it. to be in the presence of the boogeyman, haru's remarkably comfortable around him. but then again, that happens once he's decided he's adopted someone into his weird family. ]

.. It's not just battlefields. Some of their trauma comes from old owners, or from things that have happened to them outside the battlefield. Some of them-- [ he pauses with a shirt in his lap, staring down at it, teeth digging into his lower lip. ] Some of them are really.. really damaged, and I'm doing my best, but-- [ he takes a shuddering breath, seeming to shake himself and then glancing back up. ] A-Anyway. This is a home if you need it. All I really ask is that everyone here treats everyone else with respect.

[isolophobia]

[ Sitting right down and folding laundry as if there isn't a seven foot, creepy guy in black blending a bit too well with a corner of the room. This, right here, is the reason Pitch decided he'd be better off haunting the shadows of this very busy, very noisy, very alive home.

Bad dreams were a pittance compared to this, and Pitch knew it. He privately thought it was a shame Haru was mortal, and that if anyone knew about his affection for a mortal, he'd probably never hear the end of it.]

Respect is earned. But I take your meaning.

[ He can't really help but smile for the next bit; ]

I am what I am. Sometimes I just can't help myself~

[swordsitter]

Oh. [ a pause, blinking back up at pitch again as he finishes the shirt and sets it aside. ] Well.. you know.. jump-scares and things like that are one thing. Like I said, we get them from Tsuru-san a lot. But.. just.. be a little more careful with them than me, okay?

[ haru's had a shitty childhood and he has a lot to have nightmares about, but he has very little actual trauma. and he loves and wants to protect his swords, just like he loves and wants to protect jack, and just like--given a little more time--he'll love and want to protect pitch. that's just.. how his personality works.

he glances back down as he picks out some complicated looking garment--probably one of the newer swords', since they haven't had time to get new clothes, yet--beginning to fold it neatly. ]

I know you don't really have to eat like we do, but if there is some food you like, if you tell me, I'll make sure to keep it. [ he keeps ice-cream for jack, after all. ] I'm not usually home until later in the afternoon, since I take Sousei-san's class, but there's always someone here. Umm.. [ a tiny line forms between his brows as he tries to think of anything pitch might need to know. ] I guess.. that's all of the big stuff. You already know that Jack-kun comes by sometimes.

[isolophobia]

[ Pitch...didn't answer that. He was silent entirely, in fact, he just looked at Hsru folding laundry, making it clear on no uncertain terms that he would not tolerate anything more than the most superficial kind of fear. There was to be no exploitation of past trauma.

It was like putting a steak in front of a hungry dog. Then warning the dog so it understood if it went for the steak, it would lose it's nice, comfortable home. Then one steak becomes several. The similarity didn't escape him, either, and honestly he didn't know whether to laugh st the irony or hate it.

For the moment he canted his head, birdlike, and actually ended up showing a fair amount of concern. ]

Are you completely sure you still want to do this?

[ It's an uncharacteristic display of concern, Haru. If you want out, don't want to deal with the nightmares, or just plain don't want to deal with Pitch, this is your last chance. ]