[So, Scott is pretty aware now that Mikey has a dojo and everything and apparently it's the same building as the one he has back home??? How often does that happen, especially for someone that hasn't been here long. Maybe it's that cool gang leader charisma or whatever... either way, he's happy for him. Like, nice to have your own place and everything, it's how he felt when he suddenly got a house for no real fucking reason.
17 year old kid with a house to himself. Oh, and Quentin, but he barely counts.
The young mutant steps inside the dojo, carrying a six pack because housewarming gift?? What else is supposed to bring? Furniture or dishes?? Nah. He just wants to hang out with a friend and shit. Feels kind of weird thinking it, since he doesn't really do this often, at least not going over to someone's... dojo.]
Hey Mikey, are you here? [He calls out while looking around, visibly impressed by the digs.]
(at the present moment, mikey isn't in the dojo. instead, he can be found in the shed next to it -- his room. it used to be a little working space for shinichiro and the bikes, but as is, he moved his bed after the older boy passed away. it's a way to be close, he supposes. poor scott, who thinks mikey is cool, gets to see the blonde in a complete different light. his hair is a mess, loose, poofy, and he yawns as he opens the shed's door, metal sliding up and he waves.
ignore the baseball bat in the background, full of nails, and the name KISAKI carved on it.)
[You know, maybe he should have actually called before coming over to his dojo like a moron. Mikey has a motorcycle and everything, it was all too possible that the other teen was out and riding around, but luckily, Scott's saved from that particular embarrassment when he sees the blonde waving at him from the shed. Good, he's actually here.
With a relieved sigh, he waves back and starts heading towards him...
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And okay. Look, there's a lot to take in. The back of his brain knew Mikey's hair was loose and poofy, but seeing it up close, and on top of that body, like someone fucking pasted the wrong head on him, almost causes Scott to do a double take.
At least he brought a six pack for Mikey's six-pack?? Also he's going to ignore that baseball bat for his own sanity. Still takes Scott a moment to actually say something.]
I know it's a pretty random visit, but. [He tries to shrug nonchalantly, like he's cool and everything. Scott sort of wants to be, especially in front of Mikey, even though he looks uh, different than normal.] Just wanted to bring a housewarming gift and all. You got a pretty neat space here.
[There are five stages of grief. Yu has read about them before, and there have been a few times when knowing them came in handy. Denial makes sense. He felt that immediately, in Inaba, when the nurse called him to come to the hospital and see Nanako. He felt it even a little bit when her heart miraculously started beating again, the uncertainty that it might not be real. Denial is easy. It's kind.
If you're going in order, the next one is supposed to be anger. He wasn't sure, for a long time, how someone could feel anger at a loss. Wouldn't it be unkind? What happens to the sadness?
It's not that he suddenly understood it all at once. Anger didn't hit like a hammer, hard and strong. It came in softly, like a kettle beginning to boil, slow at first until you realize that the steam is hot enough to burn. Here's where he really starts to understand grief, because he realizes that the sadness isn't replaced, it just compounds, different feelings layering one on top of the other, piling up.
The hard part is what to do with it.
A real fight is the first instinct; he wants to hit something, to hurt something, and there are plenty of monsters around town. But there's a small voice in the back of his mind cautioning against it, and thankfully, he's still in control enough to listen. So, like a good boy, he decides to use this feeling productively; after exchanging a few messages back and forth about finally teaching Yu how to hit more effectively, he's here at the dojo with Mikey. He can tell the other is angry, too; they never really talked about anything properly. Eventually, they'll have to. For now, they both seem to be channeling those feelings into their bodies.
Yu's stance isn't bad -- strong, confident, feet planted firmly on the floor, but he's leaning too far forward, throwing his balance off a bit as he swings with a practice punch.]
(manjiro's how he always is. he too isn't taking all this too well, but he rather bottle it up, and deal with it in the dark when there's no one watching. thankfully for him, it's not the first time he has seen this, neither is it going to be the last. the life he chose is bloody, it shows in bruises and dripping crimson, and he wouldn't have it any other way. people's lives are sworn to him, and when they are, he does nothing less than to make their pain his own. yu hasn't done anything like that, to be devoted, to be part of what manjiro believes in, but he has decided he doesn't have to. it's the least he can do.
so, at the question, there's a little scoff. the lack of proper stance makes it all too easy for him to lock the other to flip him over manjiro's shoulder. good thing the floors are padded. no mercy.)
Too forward. You did the work for me. Stand up, again.
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Ho, ho, ho! Thank you for joining our Secret Santa event~ It's time to find out what ─ or rather who ─ your assignment as Santa's Little Helper for this year is! Drumroll, please...
[ She makes a pause for a dramatic effect, her hand slipping into a Santa hat she's holding and pulling out a small piece of paper with a name on it. ]
It's none other than... Ken Amada, a small boy with a big heart!
Remember, you should present your assignee with a gift of your choice until December 25th! Good luck, and remember: your main task is to spread joy, happiness and the spirit of Christmas cheer!
[she doesn't know Mikey well, she thinks. but she does know him at least. so on the 25th he'll find some cookies and candies on his doorstep, kind of unceremoniously in a box because what is packages and cute shit.]
i think this is some shit you'd like. feel free to throw it out if not.
[she doesn't sign it because it's supposed to be secret or something... but here it was. something for Mikey.]
The Council has selected you for sentencing to atone for the above-listed crime. You are directed to turn yourself in within two (2) hours of receiving this message, or you will be forcibly detained. You are to meet the Council's representative outside of City Hall in order to respond to this summons.
[It's the sort of message you write out but don't intend to send -- the sort of thing you realize, after the fact, that you should have instead written in a notepad app, or maybe on paper. And you'll think...wouldn't that have been better? To burn it, release it into the air, to at least turn the words to ashes, even if you can't do the same for the feelings?
And yet. And yet.]
I can't hate you. Even now, I can't hate you. Part of me wishes I could, but...mostly I just wish things could have been different.
What you did...it doesn't go away just because you left.
I'm hurt and I'm angry. I don't know if I can trust you again. Part of me wishes you hadn't come back.
[The words stop there, and Yu realizes-- the truth in them is why he doesn't want to continue. He's afraid of the next words that could come out -- the rest of me misses you. I wish I could trust you. I wish there was a way to make it better.
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He moves to delete the message. He doesn't realize it's sent instead.]
(truth be told, he never expected that name to show on his phone ever again. hurt less that way, because there's not a single part of him that didn't yearn for it to.)
... hey, Yuchin.
i know. i wish i knew then what i know now.
part of me also hates that i'm back, too. i can't undo what i did, not here.
i'm just really sorry i didn't trust you. i'm sorry i did what i did.
(he's peacefully making tea, thank you so much, and then FUCKING JERRY IS IN HIS KITCHEN.
his first instinct is to kick, high and with all the strength this place has so kindly given him - but his foot stops an inch from jerry's temple once he gets to hear the question he poses.)
[It's nice, seeing their hard work pay off. Yu follows the lanterns with a feeling of fondness mixing with the fluttering in his chest. Is he-- nervous? worried? Maybe a mix of both. When they've been taking everything so slow, maybe the feeling was inevitable.
Still, he fiddles a bit with the sleeve of his yukata before he arrives at the dojo. Normally, he'd probably wear street clothes to a festival like this...back home, at any rate. But the request was very direct, and besides, now that he's dressed up --the yukata is black with a gold pattern, he feels like it suits him pretty well-- he'd might as well get into it, right?
Ever punctual, he arrives a few minutes before the time they agreed to meet, waiting at the gate just as he says he would.]
(describing how he feels is a tough challenge. excited, for one - it finally feels like everything is falling back into place. it's nowhere near what once has been, but in many ways, he would say it's better.
they know each other in ways he wouldn't have imagined they would now.
nervous, too, he can't deny that - a wonder of whether they still work together as they wish to be. manjiro takes a little longer, after all the struggles with braiding the long hair into a cohesive bun before he gave up and asked the locals working in the festival to deal with it.
seeing yu, though? all the stress he had felt over the preparation, the worried about them, they all disappear once he comes closer. his eyes move from head to toe, a bright smile forming on his lips.)
[ Mitsuru knew the location of the dojo well enough without needing to send another text to ask him for directions. She had passed it on a number of occasions and always been faintly curious about this place that looks a like a little portion of culture from back home and deposited here.
There is a little more spring in her step than usual because if she's totally honest with herself she has been itching to get back on a bike again... She had told herself that she would give all that up after graduation but as it turns out, being stuck somewhere like Aldrip again brings out those impulses once more.
She approaches the gates, not wanting to head right on in just yet. If Mikey isn't already outside then she will follow up with another text to him announcing her arrival. ]
(he had not been inside the dojo, but instead, in his room - the shed outside the main house. a former bike repair shop that his older brother used to work in, and eventually, it made into manjiro's bedroom.
therefore, the noise doesn't come from where one might expect, instead, from him opening the window and checking the source of the message, not bothering to answer if she was already by his place.)
Hey, get here.
(before he disappears back into the shed to open it, revealing the bikes sitting right inside it. because it's normal to have bikes in one's bedroom.)
[ charles hadn't had time to talk to mikey much there on the beach, with what happened to caitlyn, with him focused on helping ekko and then concerned about scott — but mikey was scott's friend, which means charles cares about how he's doing... and he's checked up on both scott and kotone, and ekko is gone, so it's just mikey left. ]
hey, this is charles
you know, from the beach? anyway, i just... wanted to ask how you're doing after all that shit. you holding up okay?
sorry if this is weird but scott's a good friend and you're his friend, so
[ he doesn't know about yu and mikey (yet), otherwise he'd bring up yu as well, since he also considers him a good friend. ]
(complicated, isn't it? at least manjiro's been here for long enough to be hardened to the things surrounding him. gnosia had by far been the worst since he returned.)
[He's been spending more time at the dojo recently than he has in...god, a while. It's strange, mostly in how not strange it feels -- how easily he falls back into familiar patterns, how many things haven't changed, how many things have. He still knows how to find most things in the kitchen. Still remembers the count of the stairs. The room he had taken as his own looks strange without his things in it.
When he arrives at the dojo, it's with an armful of groceries; he quickly deposits those in the kitchen before he goes to look for Mikey. His plan had been to offer some lunch --not cake, actual food-- but when he finds the other boy working on the motorcycle, that thought quickly gets put on hold. Motor oil and rice balls don't really mix.]
Anything I can help with?
[This is an incredibly stupid question for someone who has no idea how to work on vehicles, but hey, he can be an extra set of hands, at least.]
(ever since the latest tragedy hit, he's been trying to find ways to keep busy and get his mind off of things. he's quiet, not touching his phone much aside from that acting out of a post, but what matters is that he hasn't left. he's here.
and one thing he can do with his hands that never fails him is to work on his bikes. if he's going to keep riding on uneven terrain, he has to keep them in shape and the first thing to do is an oil change.
he's untightening bolts and screws once he hears that familiar voice, stretching his neck as to ask for a kiss.)
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idk sometime after the hot springs
coolgang leader charisma or whatever... either way, he's happy for him. Like, nice to have your own place and everything, it's how he felt when he suddenly got a house for no real fucking reason.17 year old kid with a house to himself. Oh, and Quentin, but he barely counts.
The young mutant steps inside the dojo, carrying a six pack because housewarming gift?? What else is supposed to bring? Furniture or dishes?? Nah. He just wants to hang out with a friend and shit. Feels kind of weird thinking it, since he doesn't really do this often, at least not going over to someone's... dojo.]
Hey Mikey, are you here? [He calls out while looking around, visibly impressed by the digs.]
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ignore the baseball bat in the background, full of nails, and the name KISAKI carved on it.)
Eeeh, Summers? In here. The little shed.
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With a relieved sigh, he waves back and starts heading towards him...
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And okay. Look, there's a lot to take in. The back of his brain knew Mikey's hair was loose and poofy, but seeing it up close, and on top of that body, like someone fucking pasted the wrong head on him, almost causes Scott to do a double take.
At least he brought a six pack for Mikey's six-pack?? Also he's going to ignore that baseball bat for his own sanity. Still takes Scott a moment to actually say something.]
I know it's a pretty random visit, but. [He tries to shrug nonchalantly, like he's cool and everything. Scott sort of wants to be, especially in front of Mikey, even though he looks uh, different than normal.] Just wanted to bring a housewarming gift and all. You got a pretty neat space here.
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If you're going in order, the next one is supposed to be anger. He wasn't sure, for a long time, how someone could feel anger at a loss. Wouldn't it be unkind? What happens to the sadness?
It's not that he suddenly understood it all at once. Anger didn't hit like a hammer, hard and strong. It came in softly, like a kettle beginning to boil, slow at first until you realize that the steam is hot enough to burn. Here's where he really starts to understand grief, because he realizes that the sadness isn't replaced, it just compounds, different feelings layering one on top of the other, piling up.
The hard part is what to do with it.
A real fight is the first instinct; he wants to hit something, to hurt something, and there are plenty of monsters around town. But there's a small voice in the back of his mind cautioning against it, and thankfully, he's still in control enough to listen. So, like a good boy, he decides to use this feeling productively; after exchanging a few messages back and forth about finally teaching Yu how to hit more effectively, he's here at the dojo with Mikey. He can tell the other is angry, too; they never really talked about anything properly. Eventually, they'll have to. For now, they both seem to be channeling those feelings into their bodies.
Yu's stance isn't bad -- strong, confident, feet planted firmly on the floor, but he's leaning too far forward, throwing his balance off a bit as he swings with a practice punch.]
That wasn't right, was it?
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so, at the question, there's a little scoff. the lack of proper stance makes it all too easy for him to lock the other to flip him over manjiro's shoulder. good thing the floors are padded. no mercy.)
Too forward. You did the work for me. Stand up, again.
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Ho, ho, ho! Thank you for joining our Secret Santa event~ It's time to find out what ─ or rather who ─ your assignment as Santa's Little Helper for this year is! Drumroll, please...
[ She makes a pause for a dramatic effect, her hand slipping into a Santa hat she's holding and pulling out a small piece of paper with a name on it. ]
It's none other than... Ken Amada, a small boy with a big heart!
Remember, you should present your assignee with a gift of your choice until December 25th! Good luck, and remember: your main task is to spread joy, happiness and the spirit of Christmas cheer!
Miss Santa Coordinator, out!
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i think this is some shit you'd like. feel free to throw it out if not.
[she doesn't sign it because it's supposed to be secret or something... but here it was. something for Mikey.]
Sentencing
LISTED CRIME: MURDER.
The Council has selected you for sentencing to atone for the above-listed crime. You are directed to turn yourself in within two (2) hours of receiving this message, or you will be forcibly detained. You are to meet the Council's representative outside of City Hall in order to respond to this summons.
Respectfully,
Jerry
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so it makes no sense. charge me with something that makes fucking sense you dumbass
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Sometime during the blackout!
you at your dojo?
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(he knows he's tiny, shinji........)
yea, my room in the shed outside the dojo why i aint tall enough to provide body warmth
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And yet. And yet.]
I can't hate you. Even now, I can't hate you. Part of me wishes I could, but...mostly I just wish things could have been different.
What you did...it doesn't go away just because you left.
I'm hurt and I'm angry. I don't know if I can trust you again. Part of me wishes you hadn't come back.
[The words stop there, and Yu realizes-- the truth in them is why he doesn't want to continue. He's afraid of the next words that could come out -- the rest of me misses you. I wish I could trust you. I wish there was a way to make it better.
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He moves to delete the message. He doesn't realize it's sent instead.]
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... hey, Yuchin.
i know. i wish i knew then what i know now.
part of me also hates that i'm back, too. i can't undo what i did, not here.
i'm just really sorry i didn't trust you. i'm sorry i did what i did.
i don't intend to be in your way.
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a typo that made it delicious HDKSHFK
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waiting.
when he sees him, he speaks.]
Why is it that you murder?
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his first instinct is to kick, high and with all the strength this place has so kindly given him - but his foot stops an inch from jerry's temple once he gets to hear the question he poses.)
... What the fuck?
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Still, he fiddles a bit with the sleeve of his yukata before he arrives at the dojo. Normally, he'd probably wear street clothes to a festival like this...back home, at any rate. But the request was very direct, and besides, now that he's dressed up --the yukata is black with a gold pattern, he feels like it suits him pretty well-- he'd might as well get into it, right?
Ever punctual, he arrives a few minutes before the time they agreed to meet, waiting at the gate just as he says he would.]
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they know each other in ways he wouldn't have imagined they would now.
nervous, too, he can't deny that - a wonder of whether they still work together as they wish to be. manjiro takes a little longer, after all the struggles with braiding the long hair into a cohesive bun before he gave up and asked the locals working in the festival to deal with it.
seeing yu, though? all the stress he had felt over the preparation, the worried about them, they all disappear once he comes closer. his eyes move from head to toe, a bright smile forming on his lips.)
... You look great.
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wow my feelings
<3 ehehehe
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text > action (following that text conversation), BIKES - finally!!
[ Mitsuru knew the location of the dojo well enough without needing to send another text to ask him for directions. She had passed it on a number of occasions and always been faintly curious about this place that looks a like a little portion of culture from back home and deposited here.
There is a little more spring in her step than usual because if she's totally honest with herself she has been itching to get back on a bike again... She had told herself that she would give all that up after graduation but as it turns out, being stuck somewhere like Aldrip again brings out those impulses once more.
She approaches the gates, not wanting to head right on in just yet. If Mikey isn't already outside then she will follow up with another text to him announcing her arrival. ]
I'm outside the gates.
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therefore, the noise doesn't come from where one might expect, instead, from him opening the window and checking the source of the message, not bothering to answer if she was already by his place.)
Hey, get here.
(before he disappears back into the shed to open it, revealing the bikes sitting right inside it. because it's normal to have bikes in one's bedroom.)
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Got plans for the terminal stuff?
[Should he feel nervous hearing his friend's answer? Maybe, but also, he's not.]
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sometime after the reset;
hey, this is charles
you know, from the beach? anyway, i just... wanted to ask how you're doing after all that shit. you holding up okay?
sorry if this is weird but scott's a good friend and you're his friend, so
[ he doesn't know about yu and mikey (yet), otherwise he'd bring up yu as well, since he also considers him a good friend. ]
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im fine. seen worse shit
you good?
(complicated, isn't it? at least manjiro's been here for long enough to be hardened to the things surrounding him. gnosia had by far been the worst since he returned.)
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When he arrives at the dojo, it's with an armful of groceries; he quickly deposits those in the kitchen before he goes to look for Mikey. His plan had been to offer some lunch --not cake, actual food-- but when he finds the other boy working on the motorcycle, that thought quickly gets put on hold. Motor oil and rice balls don't really mix.]
Anything I can help with?
[This is an incredibly stupid question for someone who has no idea how to work on vehicles, but hey, he can be an extra set of hands, at least.]
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and one thing he can do with his hands that never fails him is to work on his bikes. if he's going to keep riding on uneven terrain, he has to keep them in shape and the first thing to do is an oil change.
he's untightening bolts and screws once he hears that familiar voice, stretching his neck as to ask for a kiss.)
Wanna add bike mechanic to your resume?
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