Alright. You seem so determined to use this for something creative, so I can't find it in me to stop you...But I love this idea, fufu~ Should we save them for anyone who tries to come for us? Or simply unleash our whole store upon him?
[A beat.
He leans in, eyes shining, and smooths a hand over Mayoi's hair with a soft giggle.]
Maybe if I keep doing this, you'll be more prepared to enact havoc on those who have wronged you~
[Oh, Rui likes his idea...! He will look very happy about that and kind of. Lean into the attention he is getting. Ah ...this Master is spoiling him a lot. He's never had that before, but he likes it. Dangerous...]
The fireworks could be quite pretty if we were to save them all for one big bang... I can make traps out of lesser materials to protect your tower sufficiently, I think...
[He pauses, finding himself getting too cozy with the attention, and opens his eyes again to look at him.]
I would be happy to earn more of it...if such a thing is possible.
Of course! I am an artist above all else~ And it would be very, very artistic to let you have input on this project especially. You see, my reputation amongst sorcerers, apart from being a master of destruction and growth, is...
As an eccentric who both keeps to himself and is crazily unpredictable! Not that I think it's accurate, bar the keeping to myself bit, but it lends itself to this plan. If I send your master a little gift, there's going to be suspicion of course, but we have suspension of disbelief, somewhat.
[It's soothing doling out this sort of attention in return, but-- no, this is already too much, this is. This is too personal. So Rui pulls his hand away and turns towards the workbench, motioning at all of his various pots of...Bullshit.]
You will, I'm sure. But we have work to do. And I want to see what traps you come up with! I can spice them up, perhaps. Fufu~
[Aw, so that is all he is allowed for now. That's okay, it was far more than he probably deserves, so he will savor it. Instead he snaps to his feet, motivated and a little embarrassed that he almost forgot that he was supposed to be ...cleaning up.]
Ah- of course! Forgive me- [His hands flick out. His clipboard is back, hovering next to him as he begins meticulously locating and separating all the pieces of shattered glass by color using his own magic. The streaks of red in his hair begin to glow.]
Master Kamishiro would have an element of surprise ...particularly if no one has tracked my escape out this far. I tried ...very hard to get as far as I could. I also seem to lack information on you personally, despite ...ah...
[OHOHOHO, motivation...Fantastic. He'll keep that in mind. Especially when it appears that Mayoi's desire for order and organisation, detail-oriented busywork, spreads far and wide indeed.
(A burst of affection and pride slips through the bond before he can snatch it back, when he sees those red streaks glow in Mayoi's hair. Oopsies! :) )]
--Oh? Even better, even better~ I've gained an intelligence master, I forgot~ Smart little Mayoi~ If he thinks that I'm a simple stranger, then all's the better. I can forge friendship right off the bat, no toadying...I loathe toadying. Anyway, you get all those together, pick out what you want kept, and I'm going to get to work finding my favourite spells for maximum pain. Then you can share everything your vengeful little brain has cooked up in the meantime~
Though I really doubt that I have to go for anything bar the classics, personally. But you never know! There are a lot of ways to make things suddenly grow bigger.
[Mayoi only falters for just a moment as he feels it, wondering if he misunderstood, but no. That bond does not lie, and so Mayoi thinks he will take those little feelings and keep them very close to his chest, just for him. Rui may get something in response, something like ...relief and happiness, though it is also brief.]
...Ah, to call me an intelligence master, is a bit of an overestimation. I do not believe I was any good at my job, but ...
[Mayoi pauses in what he's doing and his clipboard shifts into a notebook. It becomes solid as he takes hold of it and he offers it to Rui.]
If you would like opportunities to forge such a connection, I have his scheduler right here. You could ...feasibly track his movements for the next six weeks in here, if you'd like.
[His organization does not take long, though, and the glass will be neatly sorted in under an hour. He will meticulously section away the glass he'd like to keep for his little project. It's a very modest amount of glass.]
[goddamn it he's been read for filth fucking shit ass hell
Not that he's unhappy with the relief and happiness returned. But man. Man. He definitely averts his gaze to that notebook once it's offered, frantically clinging onto any diversion. So hard that he just offers a grunt of acquiescence and thumbs through it instead, and then through his bookshelves. Where had that design sketch even gotten to...?
It's maybe just over an hour when he realises that Mayoi's not flitting about quite so feverishly, and slams the tome he'd been perusing shut, because of course he'd gotten distracted in his search for the sketch by the thought of Making Shit Blow Up. Okay, no, that's more than enough time to be Normal again. This is fine.]
...So tell me why, exactly, any sorcerer who so wanted a familiar would be displeased with you? Rhetorical, of course, and intended to simply show you that you're very useful to have around.
But are you artistic. [Because somebody can't find the sketch at all, in the end, and he has an idea.]
[It's okay, he won't acknowledge it, he knows better.]
[Anyway, Mayoi is slowing down now that he's more or less done with his task, so when Rui slams the book shut he squeaks in alarm, which is something Rui is just going to have to get used to when he makes sudden loud noises around Mayoi, and snaps his attention to him.]
E-Eh? [He's asking for a list...? Oh, no, it's rhetorical. But. Ah...] H-How so...? I. I can think of a lot of reasons a Master would be unhappy with me. My previous Master was almost always unhappy with me...
Yes, but your previous Master, as we've established, is a fool, a buffoon, and completely undeserving of your companionship and loyalty. So disregard him entirely. You're going to make me a new design for the window, and then you're going to tell me about your hobbies so that we can figure out how to set you up a space to indulge.
That's an order~
[Underlined by Rui pointing dramatically at Mayoi, of course. Even if he's smiling wide, sugar sweet, the steely undertone he's been trying to convey this whole time has finally mustered itself back up.]
Even if you won't live here forever, I think that you should have a part of this place. A reminder, somewhere, that you escaped. The window you broke to freedom.
[Eep! He's serious! Mayoi looks so gobsmacked for a moment he doesn't know what to say at first.]
A-An order? [Well, that means he has to listen, then. His eyes dart around a moment as he starts to think about designs and what can be done for the window.]
I-I ...yes. I can do that, if um. If there are any preferences for the motif you have...? Ah, I can draft something up by tonight, I think.
[Look at the gears turn, he is having so many thoughts right now.]
O-Oh, right and, I've finished sorting the glass. I've gotten most it up I think barring some very small particles my magic couldn't detect. This small pile here is what I would like permission to keep if possible, but all the rest is for your bombs.
Take your time-- well, no. That's a lie, I need the glass to enchant against malintent as soon as we can manage it. But put whatever you please; we can use the coloured glass you've put aside for the design, and I'll just...Sort out the plain glass otherwise.
[It's Just That Easy, apparently; he waves dismissively at the thought of whatever work he needs to do to get glass panes going, far more interested in the shards gathered for destruction and death!
Time to slip in close under the guise of 'taking a look' and provide a little positive reinforcement, probably. By placing a hand firmly between Mayoi's shoulder blades! Simple, casual, and with a good burst of approval and pride through the bond to boot.] Alright. Leave what you don't want where it is, and I'll get to work building those bombs, fufu~ Heat, expansion...Perhaps rainbow smoke? No, that's too obvious. I'd like to keep you safe and sound, where possible. Petals is far more neutral.
Ah-- anyway. You have your task, and I mine. Shall we reconvene when you think I should eat next?
[Ah, yes, its true he should not linger on the task long for very good reasons. He nods. The sooner the window is fixed the better. Mayoi would like to start thinking about making sure the tower is secure, too, just in case...]
Understood. I'll fetch Master Kamishiro for lunch when it is ready, and we can speak of progress.
[He thinks he has some ideas already so it should not be too hard. The problem will always be his perfectionism getting in the way, but that's an issue Rui doesn't need to know about.]
Ah- petals... [He pauses, worried for a moment he is speaking out of turn, but that encouragement. That approval and pride, it spurs him forward and he speaks up with a steadier voice.]
Blue ...blue roses. That is what it can be if such a thing is possible.
[Way too loud for delicate ears, and the way his face falls for a moment after says that he remembers all too late. Sorry, little buddy...Honest mistake. But then the rapture resumes, and that hand between Mayoi's shoulder blades slides around his shoulders altogether, a one-armed hug as though they're already brothers.
They kind of are? They're bound, and Mayoi's got a flair for the theatrical that Rui's absolutely devouring here, so it probably works? no that's called being gay, useless] Blue rose petals! Understated in form, but striking in colour...Plausible deniability with the romantic nature of a rose...And stunning! A punchy visual!
Mayoi. Can I have a lock of your hair, before you go?
[It's okay, he doesn't poof into a bat this time. He's more or less expecting Rui's theatrics now, so it's just his natural jumpiness here that really makes him react. To his benefit, he does not react poorly to being brought in close like this, though he is still naturally tense.]
O-Oh...you gave them such meaning. Y-yes, I ...ah...
[He feels a little too embarrassed to admit that ...in this little theoretical future that he does think about sometimes, his emblem ...his emblem would have blue roses.]
M... My hair?
[Well. He doesn't see why not? He will reach up and pull a lock free of his mop of hair. He ...used to keep it up neat and tidy for his previous master, but it's simply just been an unkempt mess since he crashed through the window.]
A finger's length should do. It's the perfect colour, with a lock of my own.
[With his free arm, he snatches up a clean dagger from the bench and-- finally lets Mayoi free, if only to lop some of his own hair off. A blue-toned lock, minimal purple content, held out in his hand as he hands the dagger over and keeps his hand outstretched to receive The Offering.]
It's been a while since I've had the chance to make special effects such as these, so I might be rusty, but we'll see~ [Time to mash...Their hair together...like a fucking weirdo. It's an interesting blend, to be sure, and even more interesting once Rui presses it to his lips and blows gently.
Each hair winds together, melds and stretches and flutters as though he's blowing glass, or bubbles, from what they've given. Red magic winds in between as well, but doesn't change the colour at all, which is a bonus; the cyan and aubergine meld into a rich royal colour, striking, inhuman, even as they curl and thin out into delicate rose petals, arranged atop a blue head and stem. Then another rose, and another, and another, and another another another, until Rui's blowing against multiple cut stems.]
...I forgot the green, but it doesn't matter. Looks better this way, don't you think?
[Yeah, he's not sure what he has in mind other than likely its a component of a spell. That's nothing too strange. It's not like Rui's asked for his blood yet, which is the origin of some of his scars.]
[He takes the dagger with ease and neatly cuts him a general lock matching the one Rui has also cut and gives it to him.]
[Of course the display before him takes the wind out of him, watching something so small become so beautiful right before his eyes. He's awestruck, like a child who's never seen a street performer before. Of course, it makes sense for magic to be capable of such pretty things, but he's scarcely seen that for himself in his previous circumstance.]
I-It's lovely... They look just like-- [Ah, he is forgetting himself. His cheeks color a bit with pink and he looks away.] Magic like that ...I wish I knew how to do it.
[He puts the roses down on the bench, bar one, and snaps the stem down by half. Yeah, his gay ass is absolutely going to tuck it behind one of those big, fluffy ears.] All of these books here on the shelves are yours to read, while you're here. Though-- the ones on the first floor are likely a good place to start, and then you can work your way up.
[A beat. Rui's eyes flicker with some sort of unknown feeling that doesn't make it into the bond, before he turns away and gets to work separating petal from head.] This tower was only a hovel when I started out, after all. It's grown with me, and now you can grow with it, fufufu~
A-Ah-! Am I really permitted to-- [He stops because he has a feeling he's going to get scolded if he continues that statement. Instead, he seems to nearly burst with such a tumultuous emotion it's hard to really pin down what it is. He's just ...overcome by his new situation. It seems to good to be true, and so he is still a little bit afraid of it. Hope and fear just seem to be at war within him at all times.]
[He does manage to stamp that down quick enough though, once he realizes. He takes a deep breath and he reaches up to gently trace the edge of the flower in his hair. He blushes, and Rui will find that he is quite a blushy person, and looks at his feet with a small smile.]
I-I will ...be sure to make use of Master Kamishiro's kind offer. Thank you.
Full permission. There's nothing here that I think is beyond your grasp, if only you have dedication enough...Though, ah--
The higher you go, the more you'll see my focus come to the fore. So if you'd rather not learn about destruction and growth, or dramatic effect, then...Consider this your fair warning. And...Before you go.
Just so that you know. [He half turns, because this seems like the sort of thing that should be said with eye contact. One petal-stained hand taps at his cheek, leaving a faint purplish smear.] You really are very easy to read. Whether you think that bad or good, I'll leave up to you. But you should be aware.
[Ah, that gives him some pause. Eyes going wide for a moment only for him to glance away, thoughtful but contrite.]
[When he looks at Rui again, he has something apologetic in his eyes almost, like this isn't entirely news to him.]
One of my greatest shortcomings, I'm afraid, Master Kamishiro, is that I am incapable of being anything other than myself. My previous master tried very hard to change that, and in the end, all I could do was run when I could not bear his expectations any further.
[A beat, and then he adds:]
I am a wretch, filthy and unworthy of my goal, but even knowing this, I am shameless and continue on. I should be condemned for my betrayal and yet I feel no remorse because I refused to take the life of an innocent on his behalf. Even as I was punished I only felt regret that I was caught. Such is my nature as a coward with stubborn principles.
[He smiles a bit, looking at him.]
I hope that even knowing this, Master Kamishiro will continue to have pity on me, so that I may continue to shamelessly live the life I have now.
[just reaches over and gently pinches Mayoi's cheek shut ur fuckin mouth babes]
You've only had this life for a day. You'll hate it once I get back into my routine. But if you don't, somehow...Then I suppose I can consider that my good deed in life, giving you the barest opportunity at something. You're doing quite well on your own, after all; I'm a conduit for your independence, a thin excuse of a master, and nothing more.
Now go, before I decide to stop being so sentimental and decide to shave you bald for more roses. Silly, red-cheeked little thing~ Thanking me for his own bravery~
[And, as soon as Mayoi turns, Rui's absolutely going to give him a hearty slap on the ass as motivation to get scooting. No homo, it's like slapping a horse on the rear, right???? Yeah??? This is normal human shit????]
[--No, not the cheek! He squeaks and makes a pitiful little noise. Such a little Uuuu!]
I-I find that very hard to believe... But even one day like this has been ...so much nicer than one I'm used to, Master Kamishiro...
[Ah, but he does not want to be bald! So he straightens up with a little eep! and that eep turns into an EEK! because of that ass slap, holy shit. It sure works to motivate him! And also his entire face is burning so he doesn't dare turn around and let Rui see. He will scurry off like hell itself is on his heels and get to work.]
[Rui gets some uninterrupted peace for a few hours before the smell of something tasty being cooked starts to fill the tower. Mayoi has decided that their lunch will be some baked chicken chopped up into sandwiches and some fruit on the side. The fruit is mostly for Mayoi. He is eating strawberries while he works and he is so happy about it.]
[Thankfully, a few hours is all Bomb Maker Extraordinaire Rui Kamishiro needs, at least to get most of his work done, so he drifts on down to the kitchen in decent time.
Only half an hour late! Very good, by his standards. Though-- of course he doesn't announce himself. He's quite content to just lean in the doorway and listen, because...If just this much freedom ("freedom", where he still has to earn his keep and get ordered around) is making Mayoi blossom so readily, then...That just cements Rui's desire to bomb the fuck out of his old master.
Also because it'll be fucking funny.
But, you know. Summoning a familiar from the Hell Cum Dimension and binding them unto you, just to treat them like shit seems such a waste of time and effort. It's much more fun to just see what the fuck a funny little guy like this does with what space he's been given, you know? Like the singing. Whether the bond betrays him first, or his own humming along does, Rui's not sure, but simple happiness (affection?) starts bleeding through as he hums nonetheless.]
[Oh ...that is such a warm feeling. He isn't used to so much positivity through the bonds that is catches him off guard for a moment, and his own singing begins to falter. Ah, but when he realizes Rui is humming along he at least finds his voice again enough to finish whatever particular line in the song he was on.]
[A bit red in the face, he bows.]
Master Kamishiro...! I've just about finished cleaning up, ah ...but lunch is set out on the table. I-I hope you will find it acceptable!
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[That gives him some confidence, so he manages to finally speak up.]
There is quite a lot of it, so, if we made glass bombs out of most of it, but saved a bit of the remaining ...I would like to make something with it.
[And then he pauses for a moment, adding]
Ah, I bet one could enchant the glass dust to heat up while it expands inside of a person...
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[A beat.
He leans in, eyes shining, and smooths a hand over Mayoi's hair with a soft giggle.]
Maybe if I keep doing this, you'll be more prepared to enact havoc on those who have wronged you~
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The fireworks could be quite pretty if we were to save them all for one big bang... I can make traps out of lesser materials to protect your tower sufficiently, I think...
[He pauses, finding himself getting too cozy with the attention, and opens his eyes again to look at him.]
I would be happy to earn more of it...if such a thing is possible.
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As an eccentric who both keeps to himself and is crazily unpredictable! Not that I think it's accurate, bar the keeping to myself bit, but it lends itself to this plan. If I send your master a little gift, there's going to be suspicion of course, but we have suspension of disbelief, somewhat.
[It's soothing doling out this sort of attention in return, but-- no, this is already too much, this is. This is too personal. So Rui pulls his hand away and turns towards the workbench, motioning at all of his various pots of...Bullshit.]
You will, I'm sure. But we have work to do. And I want to see what traps you come up with! I can spice them up, perhaps. Fufu~
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Ah- of course! Forgive me- [His hands flick out. His clipboard is back, hovering next to him as he begins meticulously locating and separating all the pieces of shattered glass by color using his own magic. The streaks of red in his hair begin to glow.]
Master Kamishiro would have an element of surprise ...particularly if no one has tracked my escape out this far. I tried ...very hard to get as far as I could. I also seem to lack information on you personally, despite ...ah...
My prior work...
[Which is a little unpleasant to think about.]
Such a thing could be used to our advantage.
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(A burst of affection and pride slips through the bond before he can snatch it back, when he sees those red streaks glow in Mayoi's hair. Oopsies! :) )]
--Oh? Even better, even better~ I've gained an intelligence master, I forgot~ Smart little Mayoi~ If he thinks that I'm a simple stranger, then all's the better. I can forge friendship right off the bat, no toadying...I loathe toadying. Anyway, you get all those together, pick out what you want kept, and I'm going to get to work finding my favourite spells for maximum pain. Then you can share everything your vengeful little brain has cooked up in the meantime~
Though I really doubt that I have to go for anything bar the classics, personally. But you never know! There are a lot of ways to make things suddenly grow bigger.
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...Ah, to call me an intelligence master, is a bit of an overestimation. I do not believe I was any good at my job, but ...
[Mayoi pauses in what he's doing and his clipboard shifts into a notebook. It becomes solid as he takes hold of it and he offers it to Rui.]
If you would like opportunities to forge such a connection, I have his scheduler right here. You could ...feasibly track his movements for the next six weeks in here, if you'd like.
[His organization does not take long, though, and the glass will be neatly sorted in under an hour. He will meticulously section away the glass he'd like to keep for his little project. It's a very modest amount of glass.]
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Not that he's unhappy with the relief and happiness returned. But man. Man. He definitely averts his gaze to that notebook once it's offered, frantically clinging onto any diversion. So hard that he just offers a grunt of acquiescence and thumbs through it instead, and then through his bookshelves. Where had that design sketch even gotten to...?
It's maybe just over an hour when he realises that Mayoi's not flitting about quite so feverishly, and slams the tome he'd been perusing shut, because of course he'd gotten distracted in his search for the sketch by the thought of Making Shit Blow Up. Okay, no, that's more than enough time to be Normal again. This is fine.]
...So tell me why, exactly, any sorcerer who so wanted a familiar would be displeased with you? Rhetorical, of course, and intended to simply show you that you're very useful to have around.
But are you artistic. [Because somebody can't find the sketch at all, in the end, and he has an idea.]
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[Anyway, Mayoi is slowing down now that he's more or less done with his task, so when Rui slams the book shut he squeaks in alarm, which is something Rui is just going to have to get used to when he makes sudden loud noises around Mayoi, and snaps his attention to him.]
E-Eh? [He's asking for a list...? Oh, no, it's rhetorical. But. Ah...] H-How so...? I. I can think of a lot of reasons a Master would be unhappy with me. My previous Master was almost always unhappy with me...
[...Artistic, though.] Oh... um.
I have a few ...creative hobbies ...
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That's an order~
[Underlined by Rui pointing dramatically at Mayoi, of course. Even if he's smiling wide, sugar sweet, the steely undertone he's been trying to convey this whole time has finally mustered itself back up.]
Even if you won't live here forever, I think that you should have a part of this place. A reminder, somewhere, that you escaped. The window you broke to freedom.
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A-An order? [Well, that means he has to listen, then. His eyes dart around a moment as he starts to think about designs and what can be done for the window.]
I-I ...yes. I can do that, if um. If there are any preferences for the motif you have...? Ah, I can draft something up by tonight, I think.
[Look at the gears turn, he is having so many thoughts right now.]
O-Oh, right and, I've finished sorting the glass. I've gotten most it up I think barring some very small particles my magic couldn't detect. This small pile here is what I would like permission to keep if possible, but all the rest is for your bombs.
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[It's Just That Easy, apparently; he waves dismissively at the thought of whatever work he needs to do to get glass panes going, far more interested in the shards gathered for destruction and death!
Time to slip in close under the guise of 'taking a look' and provide a little positive reinforcement, probably. By placing a hand firmly between Mayoi's shoulder blades! Simple, casual, and with a good burst of approval and pride through the bond to boot.] Alright. Leave what you don't want where it is, and I'll get to work building those bombs, fufu~ Heat, expansion...Perhaps rainbow smoke? No, that's too obvious. I'd like to keep you safe and sound, where possible. Petals is far more neutral.
Ah-- anyway. You have your task, and I mine. Shall we reconvene when you think I should eat next?
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Understood. I'll fetch Master Kamishiro for lunch when it is ready, and we can speak of progress.
[He thinks he has some ideas already so it should not be too hard. The problem will always be his perfectionism getting in the way, but that's an issue Rui doesn't need to know about.]
Ah- petals... [He pauses, worried for a moment he is speaking out of turn, but that encouragement. That approval and pride, it spurs him forward and he speaks up with a steadier voice.]
Blue ...blue roses. That is what it can be if such a thing is possible.
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[Way too loud for delicate ears, and the way his face falls for a moment after says that he remembers all too late. Sorry, little buddy...Honest mistake. But then the rapture resumes, and that hand between Mayoi's shoulder blades slides around his shoulders altogether, a one-armed hug as though they're already brothers.
They kind of are? They're bound, and Mayoi's got a flair for the theatrical that Rui's absolutely devouring here, so it probably works?
no that's called being gay, useless] Blue rose petals! Understated in form, but striking in colour...Plausible deniability with the romantic nature of a rose...And stunning! A punchy visual!Mayoi. Can I have a lock of your hair, before you go?
[what the actual fuck]
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[It's okay, he doesn't poof into a bat this time. He's more or less expecting Rui's theatrics now, so it's just his natural jumpiness here that really makes him react. To his benefit, he does not react poorly to being brought in close like this, though he is still naturally tense.]
O-Oh...you gave them such meaning. Y-yes, I ...ah...
[He feels a little too embarrassed to admit that ...in this little theoretical future that he does think about sometimes, his emblem ...his emblem would have blue roses.]
M... My hair?
[Well. He doesn't see why not? He will reach up and pull a lock free of his mop of hair. He ...used to keep it up neat and tidy for his previous master, but it's simply just been an unkempt mess since he crashed through the window.]
How much...?
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[With his free arm, he snatches up a clean dagger from the bench and-- finally lets Mayoi free, if only to lop some of his own hair off. A blue-toned lock, minimal purple content, held out in his hand as he hands the dagger over and keeps his hand outstretched to receive The Offering.]
It's been a while since I've had the chance to make special effects such as these, so I might be rusty, but we'll see~ [Time to mash...Their hair together...like a fucking weirdo. It's an interesting blend, to be sure, and even more interesting once Rui presses it to his lips and blows gently.
Each hair winds together, melds and stretches and flutters as though he's blowing glass, or bubbles, from what they've given. Red magic winds in between as well, but doesn't change the colour at all, which is a bonus; the cyan and aubergine meld into a rich royal colour, striking, inhuman, even as they curl and thin out into delicate rose petals, arranged atop a blue head and stem. Then another rose, and another, and another, and another another another, until Rui's blowing against multiple cut stems.]
...I forgot the green, but it doesn't matter. Looks better this way, don't you think?
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[He takes the dagger with ease and neatly cuts him a general lock matching the one Rui has also cut and gives it to him.]
[Of course the display before him takes the wind out of him, watching something so small become so beautiful right before his eyes. He's awestruck, like a child who's never seen a street performer before. Of course, it makes sense for magic to be capable of such pretty things, but he's scarcely seen that for himself in his previous circumstance.]
I-It's lovely... They look just like-- [Ah, he is forgetting himself. His cheeks color a bit with pink and he looks away.] Magic like that ...I wish I knew how to do it.
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[He puts the roses down on the bench, bar one, and snaps the stem down by half. Yeah, his gay ass is absolutely going to tuck it behind one of those big, fluffy ears.] All of these books here on the shelves are yours to read, while you're here. Though-- the ones on the first floor are likely a good place to start, and then you can work your way up.
[A beat. Rui's eyes flicker with some sort of unknown feeling that doesn't make it into the bond, before he turns away and gets to work separating petal from head.] This tower was only a hovel when I started out, after all. It's grown with me, and now you can grow with it, fufufu~
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[He does manage to stamp that down quick enough though, once he realizes. He takes a deep breath and he reaches up to gently trace the edge of the flower in his hair. He blushes, and Rui will find that he is quite a blushy person, and looks at his feet with a small smile.]
I-I will ...be sure to make use of Master Kamishiro's kind offer. Thank you.
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The higher you go, the more you'll see my focus come to the fore. So if you'd rather not learn about destruction and growth, or dramatic effect, then...Consider this your fair warning. And...Before you go.
Just so that you know. [He half turns, because this seems like the sort of thing that should be said with eye contact. One petal-stained hand taps at his cheek, leaving a faint purplish smear.] You really are very easy to read. Whether you think that bad or good, I'll leave up to you. But you should be aware.
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[When he looks at Rui again, he has something apologetic in his eyes almost, like this isn't entirely news to him.]
One of my greatest shortcomings, I'm afraid, Master Kamishiro, is that I am incapable of being anything other than myself. My previous master tried very hard to change that, and in the end, all I could do was run when I could not bear his expectations any further.
[A beat, and then he adds:]
I am a wretch, filthy and unworthy of my goal, but even knowing this, I am shameless and continue on. I should be condemned for my betrayal and yet I feel no remorse because I refused to take the life of an innocent on his behalf. Even as I was punished I only felt regret that I was caught. Such is my nature as a coward with stubborn principles.
[He smiles a bit, looking at him.]
I hope that even knowing this, Master Kamishiro will continue to have pity on me, so that I may continue to shamelessly live the life I have now.
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You've only had this life for a day. You'll hate it once I get back into my routine. But if you don't, somehow...Then I suppose I can consider that my good deed in life, giving you the barest opportunity at something. You're doing quite well on your own, after all; I'm a conduit for your independence, a thin excuse of a master, and nothing more.
Now go, before I decide to stop being so sentimental and decide to shave you bald for more roses. Silly, red-cheeked little thing~ Thanking me for his own bravery~
[And, as soon as Mayoi turns, Rui's absolutely going to give him a hearty slap on the ass as motivation to get scooting. No homo, it's like slapping a horse on the rear, right???? Yeah??? This is normal human shit????]
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I-I find that very hard to believe... But even one day like this has been ...so much nicer than one I'm used to, Master Kamishiro...
[Ah, but he does not want to be bald! So he straightens up with a little eep! and that eep turns into an EEK! because of that ass slap, holy shit. It sure works to motivate him! And also his entire face is burning so he doesn't dare turn around and let Rui see. He will scurry off like hell itself is on his heels and get to work.]
[Rui gets some uninterrupted peace for a few hours before the smell of something tasty being cooked starts to fill the tower. Mayoi has decided that their lunch will be some baked chicken chopped up into sandwiches and some fruit on the side. The fruit is mostly for Mayoi. He is eating strawberries while he works and he is so happy about it.]
[He is also singing to himself.]
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Only half an hour late! Very good, by his standards. Though-- of course he doesn't announce himself. He's quite content to just lean in the doorway and listen, because...If just this much freedom ("freedom", where he still has to earn his keep and get ordered around) is making Mayoi blossom so readily, then...That just cements Rui's desire to bomb the fuck out of his old master.
Also because it'll be fucking funny.
But, you know. Summoning a familiar from the Hell Cum Dimension and binding them unto you, just to treat them like shit seems such a waste of time and effort. It's much more fun to just see what the fuck a funny little guy like this does with what space he's been given, you know? Like the singing. Whether the bond betrays him first, or his own humming along does, Rui's not sure, but simple happiness (affection?) starts bleeding through as he hums nonetheless.]
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[Oh ...that is such a warm feeling. He isn't used to so much positivity through the bonds that is catches him off guard for a moment, and his own singing begins to falter. Ah, but when he realizes Rui is humming along he at least finds his voice again enough to finish whatever particular line in the song he was on.]
[A bit red in the face, he bows.]
Master Kamishiro...! I've just about finished cleaning up, ah ...but lunch is set out on the table. I-I hope you will find it acceptable!
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oh my god why is he so fucking cute, jami???
because he is an adorable wet cat with pathetic eyes how can you resist
i just want to clean his eyes and put him in a jar _(:'37 L)_
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https://images.plurk.com/4aw7QsrYOI0dZTiYtxn3tJ.png
GOD I LOVE HIM I TUCKS THIS IN MY FOLDER X( look at him holding the chicken omg
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