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Tokage He-who-has-no-surname ⇀1444 Holly Heights  ↯
spouse⇀ Rome Surnames-are-for-the.weak;  children ⇀ Aoyagi Ritsuka & Ellie I-see-a-pattern??

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[boobytrapped]

( he. feels as if he is talking with a rather persistent wall. can walls be persistent? well, in this case...) You'll be fine with it then? If your friends don't come to you if they have problems?

( oh, hey, the ceiling is suddenly really rather interesting )

You wouldn't think that it's very different from here. Well, the place is-- it's Japan. It's faster and flooded with lights. There's stuff lurking in the shadows though. How should I phrase this for you? It's not a topic you should talk about normally.

You've listened to the monks you've met on the street, Masaomi?

[kida]

No, I wouldn't be fine with it. But if that's their choice, I'm not going to force them to change it.

[This wall is very persistent indeed.

He knows Japan, of course; he should have realized that she was from there, given her name, but with no many different worlds around, nothing seems certain. And indeed, judging by what she's saying, her Japan is very different from his, in spite of the hectic city life.]

Not really. I give them money once in a while, but I'm usually broke, so...

[boobytrapped]

( okay no, look this is not going where Tokage wants it to go. At the same time? At the same time, he cannot make up your mind any more than he can change the weather - or that is how he sees it, anyway. Eternal loser that he might be. Eternal masochist, maybe - because he's standing up now and circling the table until he's behind you, until he has his arms around you and is leaning close. Is kneeling, even, to make up for the height difference.

Screw empathy as a magical bow-wow, this version is still more powerful )

A lot of them talk shit. The kind where they never see farther than their own spiritual improvement, but a few of them are annoying because they know the truth.

You know ( because this is so casual sure ) humans get reincarnated. Except not always.

[kida]

[Well, Masaomi isn't going to complain about a hug like that - not from Tokage. It's impossible to relax completely - his own hang-ups, nothing to do with her - but he still enjoys it well enough, listening carefully to what she's saying, so close to his ear.]

That's what they say.

[He's yet to put any thought into whether it's real or not, however.]

And that's true?

[boobytrapped]

( but uff Kida, Tokage might be putting too much weight on your shoulders, going a bit loose and having your shoulders bear his weight. )

You'll believe me if I tell you that it's true?

( and that, here, is the crux for him. Tokage knows that it's true, knows, too, how few people believe in this. What interests him isn't teaching Kida, it's--

testing limits. Seeing where he is. A bit odd, because normally he wouldn't be so insecure, or not in that way at least )

[kida]

[That's fine, that's fine... He can take it. His shoulders have carried bigger weights.]

I don't know...

[He's really not sure what to believe, when it comes to the religious - and it's a surprise that Tokage cares one way or the other. She seems so certain.]

I have to say, I'd never pegged you for the religious type.

[boobytrapped]

( carrying weights, that sounds like the actual DRRR! theme, does it not )

I'm not. ( that might have been to fast. Take a breathe here, lizardbrain ) After all, I don't seem that way as you said. Or do you change your mind that easily?

Religion means that a person attempts to do right by their gods, but that is absurd. I'm not going to sit in the dark, wishing for some powerful thing to care about my fate. ( he's looking up at Kida now, through his lashes and an expression so alienated from smiles that it seems quirte foreign ) I know a thing or two about souls though.

[kida]

Then you know a thing or two more than me.

[Masaomi knows little and cares less. He believes, maybe; very casually. But even in his darkest times, he's never bothered with prayer, or anything like that. He's always created his own misery. It only makes sense, then, that he himself is the person he should turn to, if he wants to make things right.

If only it was that easy.]

Care to teach me, Tokage-sensei?

[boobytrapped]

Sure do, there's one thing that age has to be good for, right?

( there is more ease now, thanks to Kida, and Tokage simply kisses his temple and ruffles his hair as he stands up, moving his palm along his thighs, as if there is anything to dust off )

That's a bad idea waiting to happen. I'm not the type to be favoured by luck, what happens if that's all I'll be able to teach you? But maybe I could offer rewards for every time you manage to not fidget through a meditation session-?