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[swordsitter]

Who: swordhaus + cr
When: throughout june (+ the end of may, because i missed a month oops)
Where: the three apartments swordhaus uses..
What: june (+ may) catch-all
Rating/Warning: probably nothing, but i'll edit as necessary.

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[ sword mafia at home. ]

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[yaayaa]

[He can't help tilting his head back to stare at that laugh - did he say something funny? Is Namazuo a little happier?

It's difficult to tell.

He falls silent again, and reaches for another candy to offer his cousin.]

[horsepoop]

[There's a long pause as Namazuo hesitates, staring at the candy. That alone is a sign that everything isn't okay, not really--but should he tell Naki that? He doesn't want to burden him, but he doesn't want to keep secrets, either.

Well, he can't hide it forever. It wore off the first time, but... who knows how long this will last?]

I can't unwrap it. [Shifting, he shows Naki his other, glitchy hand. He could, technically, but it would be a struggle, and Namazuo doesn't want to make Naki feel bad for a kind gesture.]

[yaayaa]

[Ah.

Naki's gaze fixes on that hand - his eyes don't widen, what can be seen of his face doesn't so much as twitch - he just stares, for a moment. Stares at the candy....quietly unwraps it, and offers it again.

He doesn't know what's wrong with Namazuo's hand, doesn't know how to fix it...but that's okay, right? He'll get better eventually, somehow. Haruji will fix it, or it'll fade away like so many other things in this strange world. And he's happy to help his cousin until then. (Though to be honest, he'd be petting Namazuo right now if he could reach from his seat down here...)

Whether Namazuo can be fixed in the first place isn't really a question.]

[horsepoop]

[Oddly enough, the arm doesn't even bother Namazuo that much. The same thing had happened when he'd first arrived, and it had taken care of itself after a while. It stands to reason that this will, too.

It's just--however long it lasts, it will be a reminder. A reminder of the pain he'd caused his loved ones, no matter how good a reason he'd had for sacrificing himself. A remind that once again, he hadn't been as strong as he'd wanted.

But those are thoughts for another time. When he's alone again, in his room, with nothing but the flickering lights of machinery for company. For now, he can just be grateful.]

Thank you.

[It's quiet, but meaningful. He takes the sweet, but it's so much more than that. Thank you for helping me. Thank you for not being disappointed. Thank you for being here.]