CLOSED ♪ Don't waste your worry on me, I always find what I need

[meinwaifu]

Who: Mephisto Pheles (meinwaifu) & various
What: Teaching classes and hunting for extremists. Just a typical day tbh.
When: Throughout April
Where: Olympia
Warning(s): Blood, violence, gore, mentions of death, torture, and hypnosis/brainwashing. Threads will be marked!



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[thetaintedsorrow]

[Maybe he’ll hold off until morning, at least. Maybe.

A rough day is an understatement, but Chuuya won’t argue. He’s alive, at least, and that’s what matters, right?

Chuuya will reposition himself so that the two of them are spooning (haha he’s the little spoon) before grabbing Atsushi’s arm and pulling it over himself.]

I’m not gonna break.

[He’s mostly healed now, so any post-injury cuddling should be fine. If not, at least Atsushi can heal him.]

Like I’d die that easily.

[gekkajuu]

[... Well, as long as Chuuya's okay with being touched, Atsushi is going to cling to him a little harder, briefly. It's not spooning until the little spoon gets squished!]

"I know"... is what I'd like to say.

[But it's hard to believe that anymore, even if he has a lot of confidence in Chuuya's fighting skills. He's seen him at it, after all.]

It's strange... Everyone of the Agency used to get in so many dangerous situations, yet I never worried so much about losing them as I do about losing people now.

[In part, it's the emotional scars of thinking Dylas was dead. But also...]

... It's like I have more to lose, now.

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Chuuya can deal with being clung to and squished a bit (it’s nice, really, yay cuddles), even if he think he looks goddamn ridiculous in Faust’s robe. Whatever, as long as there’s no photographic evidence.

Chuuya is quiet for once as he listens to Atsushi speak, and while there’s no love lost between Chuuya and the other former ADA members, he can relate to giving a shit about what happens to others. Chuuya himself always did his very best to prevent the deaths of his subordinates, and he wasn’t even particularly close to any of them, so of course he gives a shit about what happens to the precious few people he’s bonded with.

More to lose, huh? But people can come back from the dead on Nysa, right? So shouldn’t Atsushi not worry as much as he used to? But maybe he means that he’s bonded so closely with some of the people here that their loss, even if it’s temporary, would be excruciating...]

...I think I know the feeling.

[There’s a few people Chuuya can safely say he’d take a bullet (knife, sword, spell, whatever) for on Nysa, and none of them are out of obligation from a job.

Chuuya squeezes Atsushi’s arm just a little, huffing. How dare you make him feel feelings, soosh?!]

You’d better live too, or I’ll kick your ass even beyond the grave.

[gekkajuu]

[Maybe it's just the uncertainty of it, really... People come, people go, and you never know what will happen. Of course, the same could be said about life back home, but people didn't disappear into a coma for months (maybe years), there... and death might be final, but there was something to be said for the certainty of it. Besides, Yosano did a better job of healing people than Atsushi has seen anyone here do.

Or maybe, in the end, it's just that Atsushi has been a lot more independent since coming here - which also means that every mistake he makes will be his own, and he can't hide behind stronger people anymore. Wouldn't it just be pathetic, if that were the case?

Still, Atsushi smiles, nuzzled against the back of Chuuya's neck.]

We couldn't have that, could we? I'd hate to be a burden to you, even after you're dead.

[He's joking! ... Mostly!]

[thetaintedsorrow]

Then you better not die.

[Chuuya can feel Atsushi smiling against him, and honestly? It almost feels more effective at soothing his aches than any healing technique (that’s cheesy but hey). Chuuya might just be wearing a tiny little smile as well, but it’s impossible for Atsushi to see from behind, and Chuuya plans on keeping it that way. Mostly because he doesn’t feel like moving at the moment.

He does feel the need to add something, however.]

Like you’d be a burden when you’ve done all kinds of shit for me. My debts keep piling up.

[A huff.]

Executives shouldn’t owe anyone anything, so you’re gonna have to figure out some way for me to pay you back.

[gekkajuu]

[Even if Atsushi doesn't consider himself as much of a burden as he used to, the idea hovers over him like the sword of Damocles, ready to drop on him again at any moment. He knows that's more due to his own shortcomings than anything else, so he tries not to take it too seriously - but the idea of Chuuya being indebted to him? That's truly ridiculous.]

Please, you don't owe me anything! And, even if you did, having your friendship is more than enough compensation.

... I still appreciate it, you know. That we can be like this, instead of always being enemies.

[thetaintedsorrow]

[It’s not surprising that someone as humble as Atsushi can’t see the importance of their own actions unless they’re negative; really, offering Chuuya a place in the mansion when they’d only just begun to know each other had been one thing, but then Atsushi had to go and heal him from life-threatening injuries too. Things like that hold weight and meaning to Chuuya; he’d pledged his loyalty to Mori after the man took him in, after all, so it’s only natural he’d feel a sense of loyalty to Atsushi as well.

At the very least, Atsushi has Chuuya to watch his back if he ever needs it, and that’s truly the highest honor.]

This is a different world. No reason to keep chasing weretigers anymore.

[Ah, he’s starting to get tired again, which is why he’ll blame exhaustion for all this cuddling.]

...don’t tell anyone else about this ugly ass robe.

[gekkajuu]

[Even if there's no reason to be enemies, that doesn't mean Atsushi will ever take it for granted that Chuuya and him are now (for all intents and purposes) friends. He knows the value of friendship, perhaps better than most. And if he's helped to keep Chuuya on the "right" path here, even just a little bit, so much the better. It's a really conceited thought, no doubt, but he still likes it.

The robe..? Oh, yes... Atsushi supposes it's not really Chuuya's style. Or... any style at all. He breathes a soft laugh, his hand gentle rubbing over Chuuya's stomach, just because that's where it happened to land.]

I promise.

Please sleep. You can pick something better to wear in the morning.

[thetaintedsorrow]

[He’ll just never tell Atsushi about stealing wine from Simwe’s palace during the riots.

Chuuya really has no reason to do super shady shit on Nysa, but he’s not above making questionable choices if the need arises. He hadn’t thought twice about wanting to beat the shit out of the kidnappers, nor did he feel the least bit upset to see the bastard that had turned Mephisto against him suffer and die a horrible death. Chuuya is by no means perfect, but he’s definitely a good guy compared to the evil assholes out there.

Oh...he kind of likes having his stomach rubbed. He can see why pets enjoy it now.]

Right.

[He’s warm and content now, if not a bit achy, and he should be able to sleep soon enough. He’ll just...melt into the bed a little...so comfy...]

‘Night.