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[ Considering Pitch didn't exactly have a designated "spot", he usually ended up in whatever corner was farthest from the collective others, the light source, and still allowed for precision stitching.

It was one way to always seem busy, and therefore stay as nearby as he pleased.

At the moment he was stringing the back of a corset-style waistcoat.The scintillation of stars around it were diamonds, even if that fabric was completely matte black.

Pitch had wanted to finish before the evening was called for him. But with a quick glance over Kashuu's shoulder, Pitch's mouth thins into a line.

He does not stop carefully threading. ]

I suppose. What do you need from me?

[ Even though Kashuu sort of fixed your phone and all... ]

[A punk!! But Haru seems to like him, somehow, which means Kashuu will give him the benefit of the doubt unless he proves himself utterly untrustworthy. So far, that hasn't been the case, and he quite hopes that it stays that way. The peace here is somewhat tentative, after all.

Which is why he's doing this carefully. He's not an underhanded sword - not at all - but he is willing to step around a few things if it's in the better interest of everyone (especially Haru.) He watches Pitch work, brow furrowed, and speaks after considering his words.]

I heard you've been making it hard for Haruji to sleep sometimes. [There might be a little accusation in that; he's overprotective and it's hard to tamp down on his displeasure.] Like - not a lot. He said it's not a lot, but still. He's always pushing himself and he's been repairing us nonstop since we got back from the jungle, basically. He seems tired aaall the time lately, y'know? But because Haruji's Haruji, he isn't going to do anything to make stuff easier for himself. [Maybe it'd be helpful if SOME SWORDS could learn to control themselves in the dojo!! Geez!

But that's neither here nor there right now, so--] So I wanna make things a little easier for him.

[ Now that did cause Pitch to stop entirely and look inscrutably at Kashuu. Yes this sword-spirit does seem to consciously try to keep the peace, but if this one - or any of said spirits - thought that the Nightmare King would be cowed by numbers, or by being scolded like a child, he had another thing coming.

He said nothing at first, just went back to work. ]

And how many swords that needed repairs did you tell to wait, hm? How many were minor enough that you told them not to be respired at all for the sake of Haru's rest? Do you even know the reason behind the occasional nightmare?

[ He was trying to stay calm, but there was an unusual bite to his voice. He understood perfectly well he was barely hanging on by a thread. It seemed the height of cruel to deny him that one thread. ]

Edited (html fail ....dafuq words vanish? What did I press? And I swear I'm done now UGH) 2015-11-22 09:01 (UTC)

[Likewise, at least, Kashuu certainly doesn't seem ruffled about having to confront the origin of things that go bump in the night. It's why he doesn't really hold this conversation any differently than he would with any other houseguest he disagreed with, and why there's no hesitation before he answers those questions.]

He'd get even more worked up if we were sitting around with injuries he could repair. [Their saniwa has a heart that's so kind it's almost painful, after all. Minor or moderate damage is all treated the same; it's just one reason why Kashuu is so terribly fond.]

So the best thing we can do is just cut down on injuries in the first place, buuut... [Easier said than done and all. SO:] —But he explained all that stuff, yeah. I think he thought we all already knew, so he was trying to explain around it at first, but we talked about it a little. [Because Kashuu truly is like a dog with a bone sometimes...]

[ Oh Pitch had been made abundantly aware that most of the spirits did not fear him. One way or another Kashuu either understood enough of why Pitch Black incited nightmares (in one mortal when it used to be thousands) or he understood nothing and was demanding a sacrifice from the only being that wasn't a sword.

Becoming s little annoyed with this whole situation, Pitch didn't fight it when the shadows around him grew deeper to match his temper. They curled lovingly around his feet as he tersely moved on to summoning Black Sand capable of stringing needle and thread for embroidery. Then proceeded to start on a design tat was basically black on black. ]

Alright. I have a feeling I know what you will say, but say it still.

[ Even though Pitch is sitting there staring at the needle, thread, and waistcoat. ]

[He'd like to tell Pitch to knock it off, honestly, but-- well. He's a spirit himself, after all, and there are plenty of unpleasant things that exist in the realm he was born in. Things that feed on blood, things that prey on the lost and lonely, creatures that smother and break and destroy - but the thing is, all of them are that way for a reason, whether through the natural inclinations of their kind or through mistreatment during life before death. He thinks of the stories of fox demons who were hunted for their consumption of humans, and remembers above all one single comment: don't they have to eat, too?

He watches the black sand for a second, rather than Pitch.]

He's just a human, y'know? He's young and he's tired and he's got a lot to do. So if you get hungry or whatever and he looks like he could use a rest, don't go to him. [A beat, and then:] Come to me instead, okay? I mean, obviously he's still gonna want you to rely on him sometimes, but...

[If he could lighten Haru's burden just a little, that's fine. He doesn't like sleeping, anyway; a few nightmares won't ruin it for him.]

[ Well so much for suspecting what Kashuu was going to say. Pitch has been used to being unseen so long he's a bit out of practice, and complete shock is an expression he hasn't had much call for. ]

Do you understand what you're offering?

[ Pitch wasn't even sure where Kashuu slept. If sword-spirits slept. ]

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[Now that's an expression to see...]

The same thing Haruji did. [NOT UNTRUE-- but on a more serious note:] Yeah, I get it. But I owe him everything, y'know? It's my purpose to protect him, but since he likes you so much, it's not like I can be like "hey, stop that!" and not have any alternatives, see? So this is fine. [Holding up a finger!!] As long as you don't tell Haruji. That'd just make him worried even more and then all of his hair would fall out. [After a second's pause for thought, he also adds:]

Umm— I sleep in the same room as two other people who definitely don't need any nightmares, too. That's not gonna be a problem, right?

No, no. That won't be an issue...

[Pitch trailed off in thought. The needle, thread, and waistcoat still propped up with Black Sand, and stitching a bit of abstract design as Pitch didn't seem to be paying attention.]

Haru will figure it out. He is far too intelligent.

[ ~~It's one of the things I like about him.~~ ]

[Well, Kashuu certainly can't argue against that. Haru's incredibly sharp-witted and pays very, very close attention to the things and people around him...]

You're smart too, right? Can't you figure something out?

[Strategizing isn't really Kashuu's forte, on the other hand.]

[ The corner of his mouth turned up in a little smirk. He could think of a way, but Haru was nosy so this would need to be just right...]

Perhaps. But if suddenly everything changes, and I'm just fine, but you look like you haven't been sleeping properly, there may as well be a neon sign hanging over both our heads.

Therefore it will have to be subtle. A gradual shift to you from Haru.

[Well, if it's just that-]

That's not a problem. It's not like I actually get tired in the same way humans do, y'know? I mean, it's like I kinda need to sleep but I kinda don't really? Like... I get hungry if I don't eat but it's not like I'm gonna starve - like that. [Waving a hand!!] It's not the same as a human at all.

[He's explaining it terribly but what he's trying to say is that he doesn't show signs of fatigue unless it's battle fatigue...]

Ah. Well, I suppose that is helpful.

[ Hey you spirit-types from other worlds were weird. No telling how things worked for you here. ]

It still must be gradual so Haru doesn't get wise to it.

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[THEY ARE, it's true... But fortunately(???) his human body is fakeyfake and therefore doesn't actually need any of the things that humans find necessary to live... Like food! Or sleep! Or air, usually, not counting that rudeass jungle.]

That's fine. I mean, even then you won't be able to totally stop 'cause he'd get suspicious, but if you could just... I dunno, move the bulk to me, or at least enough to make a difference in his rest-- That should be okay, yeah?

[Gradual changes are harder to notice, but Haru's got a sharp eye for abnormalities in their daily lives, even if they appear after weeks - or months, as he's learned back home. He certainly doesn't underestimate Haru's mother-like ability to See All anymore.]

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