Between the announcements and the waking events he's had, he's very much gone about the rest of it rather aimlessly. Everybody else is certain levels of on edge, so it doesn't surprise him.
The hunger tugs at him again, and he'd rather not tilt himself into unwanted aggression, so it's off to the Cafeteria he stalks. At least until he's outside of it, and something familiar in the air has him halting beside the door. His sense of smell is a lot stronger now, and he's very used to the acrid stench of nicotine.
So, there's a loop around the building, and ends up finding a familiar face by those kitchen doors. ]
...Didn't take you for the type to hang out around here.
[ Lurking behind the buildings is normally his thing. ]
[ At least when he rounds the corner, he'll find Childermass restored to his mostly human self. Oh, the ears and tail remain, as do the claws and teeth, but he is no longer some fur-covered humanoid dog. That alone is cause enough to light up one of his few cigarettes in celebration... and then there's the deaths, which is stressful enough to also light one up.
And so here he is, having lit the cigarette on the stove before heading out to lurk behind the building, though it was inevitable that someone would sniff him and his ill-gotten goods out eventually. ]
The help never smokes out front, you know.
[ Or perhaps Shinji doesn't. Anyway, he does look at Shinji, having taken the cigarette away to speak. He'll give him a nod. ]
[ It's surprising to see the guy back to normal after he'd spent so long around him last night with his...overly bestial features. Good for him, though; he can imagine this is a lot more comfortable than putting up with that.
That earns a quirk of the brow, and Shinjiro's gaze slides from the cigarette in Childermass' hand before back to the man himself. ]
[ Stinking up the kitchen, huh? He gives a one-shouldered sort of shrug as he takes another drag. ]
Stove's a quick way to get a light.
[ As he lacks his usual matches. ]
In the infirmary, when we were taking a closer look around the examination room. There aren't any more than the ones I have, though, if that's what you're hoping for.
[ Shame supplies are really that limited around here. He's not desperate, but these days you really feel you want something to take the edge off after deaths and haunted houses. ]
[ He may no longer be mostly dog, but he tilts his head like a curious dog nonetheless, an ear flitting idly as he considers Shinji. Considering how Shinji really did save his — and Hansa's — skin the day before...
He'll pause in his own smoking and look down, hand diving into a pocket to search for something, and, lo and behold, he takes out yet another cigarette, this one not yet smoked in any way. ]
Come now, I owe you one, don't I? There were five. I can spare one.
[ That curious look is returned with a cautious, Shinji-brand prickly one in turn, the brief moment of silence and staring rankling him somewhat. The carnivore feelings came back once they'd left that infirmary, and he didn't want to admit how it plucked at his already frayed nerves from the morning happenings.
Luckily, those feelings ebb as the tension melts straight into disbelief. He clearly isn't expecting another cigarette, nor is he expecting the offer; both of them throw him off enough before his features smooth out. ]
What, for babysitting your ass? Guess you do.
[ It was a real pain to drag a snarling dog-man out of that cafeteria all the way to the infirmary, he won't deny that. Still- ]
Just so we're clear, you sure? No takin' it back.
[ At this point, he's not going to turn down a free hit of nicotine. ]
[ There's a huff of laughter, quiet but amused, and he does indeed hold the cigarette out for Shinji to take. ]
Yes, for babysitting my ass. I am glad that you and Mr. Waters intervened when you did.
[ and then he yoinks it back when shinji reaches for it ayyyy okay no He'll give a nod towards it, to encourage him to take it. If he'd meant to take it back, he'd not have offered it in the first place. ]
[ Well. If he's gonna offer, he's not in any state to be saying 'no'. With another look, Shinjiro shifts awkwardly on his feet before taking the cigarette in question. ]
It was a meeting. [ Deadpan. ] Plus, I'm not interested in watching a pair of old guys maim each other.
[ Especially after...well, everything.
With that, he shuffles in the kitchen door to mimic Childermass and light his cigarette on the stove, only returning once the embers are burning. It's a shame to step out into the cold after it's warmer in there, but he's not going to be personally stinking up the kitchen.
He lifts it up to his lips, but only after a pause. ]
[ He'll wait for Shinji to return, just idly smoking away on his own cigarette and staring off into empty space. If he's thinking of anything, in particular, it doesn't show, meaning there's an equal chance he's doing his best to think of nothing whatsoever. ]
Am I...?
[ Right, the bite. He stirs from staring off at nothing at the question, taking his own cigarette down from his lips. ]
The bite he gave me on my shoulder is the worst of it. It should be fine so long as I don't rip it open again.
[ Shinjiro will take a place leaning against the wall, choosing to stare ahead as he finally takes a long drag. It's been a while, especially since he hadn't smoked as much since rejoining the club, and it probably hits better than it should. ]
Good. [ A slow nod. ] You're supposed to be taking it easy, so don't overdo it, got it?
[ ...Then again, he probably doesn't need to scold grown men like he does the brats in the dorm. Not that any of the brats in the dorm ever tried to eat somebody... ]
We got enough on our plates as is without everybody getting hurt.
[ Far too much for anyone to handle alone, and even with this many, without any idea of what to do, it's all still confusion and fear. He falls silent for a time, smoking away, wondering, and ignoring the inevitable twinge of pain in his shoulder, though eventually he does agree about taking it easy. ]
I'll see if I can manage taking it easy.
[ Or at least... try. He'll agree to try, there we go. ]
But I become restless when I have nothing useful to do, so the best I can offer is an attempt.
[ Bet you thought Childermass was going to ask what TV is, but... ]
What? You mean those television sets? [ He's been reading about electronics! Ha! ] Doesn't the library have something like that? Or at least, something that plays those... tapes?
And here I thought you mighta been too old to study.
[ He doesn't often rib his elders, but when he does,
Though whatever small smirk that crawls across his lips dies relatively quickly after that. ]
Well, it does...not that I hang out there. [ His gaze shifts. ] But sittin' there by myself watching stuff just looks off.
[ Embarrassing. He means embarrassing. Because the dorm lounge is one thing, but if he gets caught watching cooking shows by himself again he's throwing in the towel. ]
[ Ugh. The next few moments are spent struggling for an answer, although his faces twitches only a little. He will opt to take another drag of that cigarette before deigning to open his mouth again. ]
I guess to a guy like you it wouldn't. [ HEADSHAKE. ] Just forget about it.
[ Why are young people so... like this. Even with entire eras between their times, Childermass thinks it has not changed terribly much. So, he lets out an amused huff along with the smoke from the next drag he takes off his cigarette. ]
Well, if you find something you want to watch, feel free to drag me along. It will all be new to me.
[ Some secret third thing, I pick some secret third thing! ]
As you will, Mr. Aragaki.
[ If he does, he does. If he doesn't, he doesn't. Childermass will (probably) be around if he ever needs to look slightly less weird watching something on his lonesome... Or it'll look even weirder, since it's 1800s man, who has no experience with TV shows, but, hey.
The offer will stand.
And they can probably go on smoking in peaceful silence after that. ]
[ Childermass has retired to his room! To rest! People keep visiting. It's fine. This is fine. He's left the door unlocked for various reasons unrelated to this mess, and is now sprawled out on the couch as he simply couldn't bother to get much further.
He's in that weird royal knight outfit he appeared in, although one of the pant legs is as missing as the rest of his right leg is, and the stump left behind, starting at the knee, has been treated and wrapped up. His crutches are set nearby, within reach, in case...
[ Part of him knows the guy has...probably had a lot of visitors. Not that he's surprised; with everything going on, the tensions are about as high as the panic and unease. He's not going to pretend he came away from it unscathed, either, what with the discomfort churning in his stomach that has yet to leave.
But that's another thing to put in the box he's emptied out recently, setting it on the shelf. This is both to distract himself as much as it is for everyone else.
So he's here right now, and he's going to knock on the door rather than barge in, because he's not an animal. Firmly, but not too loud. ]
[ He calls back to the knocking Shinji. He's right. There's been plenty of visitors, and he should consider turning people away, but it's Shinji, and he must be wondering what's become of the man he helped haul to the alchemy lab. ]
With that, the door opens, and a slightly damp Shinji steps in...he did have a brisk walk from the cafeteria to here, anyway. He's got a heavy looking bag in his hands, one which he deposits on the table when he walks in, and it's here to stops to actually regard Childermass.
He looks...not as half-dead as he did, at least. ]
Surprised you're not in bed sleeping.
[ He's not going to ask 'how are you feeling', because that's a stupid question with an obvious answer. ]
[ Childermass has gotten some rest, but only some. He could look better, but he also could look worse. He'll watch Shinji walk in from where he's spread out on the couch, and then carefully pushes himself up to sit. ]
I would rather deal with visitors here instead of having them sit at my bedside as if I were some dying grandmother.
[ He's watching carefully; he'll offer a hand if he seems like he needs it, but he knows being excessive won't help anyone. Instead, he'll reach in the bag he brought and pull out what he's brought while giving a snort. ]
So you wanna act like some dying grandma out here, instead? [ It's a small thermos! Yay. ] At least it'd be comfier in bed, but you do you.
[ He taps the thermos in front of Childermass, as well as (mercifully) just a spoon. No chopsticks for the englishman. ]
You don't gotta eat now, but you should soon or later.
[ Childermass will give a faint huff of amusement at that, choosing to act like some dying grandma out here instead, and he gives the thermos a curious look. He's about to thank Shinji when there's a pause, a moment where he freezes and grimaces, squeezing his eyes shut and bringing a hand to his head as if suddenly ill, but?
Then he straightens up again and smiles at Shinji. Oh, he'll still thank him, but the way he phrases it is... off? It seems off. ]
Not exactly a meal fit for a queen, but I thank you nonetheless. It's sweet of you to try.
[ He’s not really expecting praise or much thanks, but he’ll be satisfied if they at least the damn stuff. It is just as much for his peace of mind as it is their health.
Shinjiro pauses from where he’s standing, eyes narrowing at the grimace. He had said he’d been fine otherwise, but it figures these guys wouldn’t be entirely truthful.
…That being said, this feels…wrong, somehow. Just a bit, like something that triggers a vague sense of alarm. There’s a pause of silence as he digests that, feeling tension knot in his shoulder. Where is this coming from? ]
…Since when are you a queen? You ain’t that pretty, so don’t flatter yourself. [ Maybe this is a joke. Wouldn’t that be nice. ] If you’re still not feeling well, then say it. Don’t beat around the bush.
[ That only makes him laugh, and what a cheery little laugh it is, but it won't last. He'll stop suddenly, and his jaw will tighten. He looks down again, and what crosses his face is a barely restrained look of frustration. This just keeps... ]
...you are right. I am not well. [ Childermass sounds himself again, at least. He'll look up again, tiredly eyeing Shinji. ] Forgive me. I came back with someone else in my head. I cannot always keep her under control.
[ Shinjiro is...not too sure what he's watching, but once Childermass decides to open his mouth, the look on his face flips to utterly incredulous.
And he just...lifts a hand to face to drag it down. You know, if he weren't here surrounded by monster tranformations and ghosts, he'd be more disbelieving. But now? There's a series of strangled, garbled noises eliciting from his throat rn. ]
You came back possessed and decided to not say anything?! [ Jesus H Christ. ] Does literally anyone else know you're hoarding some creepy lady in your head?
She is obnoxious, but not actually a threat, so, yes, she is.
[ Saved from the wrath of a sad teenager, fantastic. He'll... laugh, however quietly, and reach for the thermos and its spoon. Once Childermass opens it, can he tell what it is? Anything familiar? ]
...So, what. We gotta get you an exorcist or something?
[ How else do you get rid of possessions...
It IS a japanese dish, if he's seen any of their sparse Japanese few munching here and there. The smell of pork will be familiar, but the miso probably won't. However, everything's been sliced a bit thicker, and the vegetables are definitely moreso ones he's used to. Somebody's been making alterations for all the foreigners.... ]
[ He's quiet as a ghost when he chooses to be, managing to part himself from Blade as he slumbers deeply for the first time ever without waking him, and carefully makes his way down to the front of the boarding house. He makes no sound this early, hoping to leave everyone to their rest and to spare them the inevitable smoke that he's going to be putting off soon.
He'll pause outside to stuff the pipe with tobacco. Better stuff than he's used to and, frankly, he prefers the cheap tobacco better, but who is he to complain? He'll prep the pipe and scratch a match to life, a little flicker of light coming into being briefly, to light it. That done, he can stomp the match out and take a deep drag off the pipe... then blow it out... ah, that's better. Much better than some cigarette. ]
[ Shinjiro's waking hours are still as unpredictable as ever, evidenced by the fact he's up now of all times; usually, he sleeps in till noon if he can. But while he could sleep like the dead after everything going on, there's an itch that has him rising from bed and tugging his coat on to slip down the stairs quietly.
He's got a nearly-empty carton of cigarettes in one hand as he opens the door, and one cigarette halfway to his lips when he realizes he isn't alone. There's that familiar acrid smell in the air that goes well with this scene that gives him a distinctive sense of Deja Vu. ]
What, smokes not doing it for you anymore? [ The pipe gets eyeballed. Isn't that fancy....and kinda familiar. Museum fare? ] Guess that does suit you more, though.
Ha, well. I usually have a pipe on me, just not in this place. I was never going to say no to a few cigarettes, however.
[ Though Childermass had not expected to have company at this hour and he looks questioningly at the younger man, head turned to eye him from the corner of an eye. ]
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WEEK 1, FRIDAY
Date: 2025-11-15 07:34 am (UTC)Between the announcements and the waking events he's had, he's very much gone about the rest of it rather aimlessly. Everybody else is certain levels of on edge, so it doesn't surprise him.
The hunger tugs at him again, and he'd rather not tilt himself into unwanted aggression, so it's off to the Cafeteria he stalks. At least until he's outside of it, and something familiar in the air has him halting beside the door. His sense of smell is a lot stronger now, and he's very used to the acrid stench of nicotine.
So, there's a loop around the building, and ends up finding a familiar face by those kitchen doors. ]
...Didn't take you for the type to hang out around here.
[ Lurking behind the buildings is normally his thing. ]
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Date: 2025-11-15 08:46 am (UTC)And so here he is, having lit the cigarette on the stove before heading out to lurk behind the building, though it was inevitable that someone would sniff him and his ill-gotten goods out eventually. ]
The help never smokes out front, you know.
[ Or perhaps Shinji doesn't. Anyway, he does look at Shinji, having taken the cigarette away to speak. He'll give him a nod. ]
Mr. Aragaki. What brings you around back here?
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Date: 2025-11-16 05:45 am (UTC)That earns a quirk of the brow, and Shinjiro's gaze slides from the cigarette in Childermass' hand before back to the man himself. ]
Came to see who was stinking up the kitchen.
[ Is this a faint rib? It might be. ]
Where'd you even get those?
(no subject)
Date: 2025-11-16 06:00 am (UTC)Stove's a quick way to get a light.
[ As he lacks his usual matches. ]
In the infirmary, when we were taking a closer look around the examination room. There aren't any more than the ones I have, though, if that's what you're hoping for.
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Date: 2025-11-16 06:17 am (UTC)...Well, you make do with what you got.
[ Not like they've got a lot of lighters or matches to begin with.
Shinjiro stops himself from looking disappointed, but his tail does seem to droop a bit at the admittance, clicking his tongue. ]
Seriously? Figures... [ Nothing's ever easy, he supposes. ] Guess that's that, then.
[ Shame supplies are really that limited around here. He's not desperate, but these days you really feel you want something to take the edge off after deaths and haunted houses. ]
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Date: 2025-11-16 06:22 am (UTC)He'll pause in his own smoking and look down, hand diving into a pocket to search for something, and, lo and behold, he takes out yet another cigarette, this one not yet smoked in any way. ]
Come now, I owe you one, don't I? There were five. I can spare one.
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Date: 2025-11-16 08:24 am (UTC)Luckily, those feelings ebb as the tension melts straight into disbelief. He clearly isn't expecting another cigarette, nor is he expecting the offer; both of them throw him off enough before his features smooth out. ]
What, for babysitting your ass? Guess you do.
[ It was a real pain to drag a snarling dog-man out of that cafeteria all the way to the infirmary, he won't deny that. Still- ]
Just so we're clear, you sure? No takin' it back.
[ At this point, he's not going to turn down a free hit of nicotine. ]
(no subject)
Date: 2025-11-16 08:53 am (UTC)Yes, for babysitting my ass. I am glad that you and Mr. Waters intervened when you did.
[
and then he yoinks it back when shinji reaches for it ayyyy okay noHe'll give a nod towards it, to encourage him to take it. If he'd meant to take it back, he'd not have offered it in the first place. ](no subject)
Date: 2025-11-17 07:44 am (UTC)It was a meeting. [ Deadpan. ] Plus, I'm not interested in watching a pair of old guys maim each other.
[ Especially after...well, everything.
With that, he shuffles in the kitchen door to mimic Childermass and light his cigarette on the stove, only returning once the embers are burning. It's a shame to step out into the cold after it's warmer in there, but he's not going to be personally stinking up the kitchen.
He lifts it up to his lips, but only after a pause. ]
...You healing up alright?
(no subject)
Date: 2025-11-17 08:30 pm (UTC)Am I...?
[ Right, the bite. He stirs from staring off at nothing at the question, taking his own cigarette down from his lips. ]
The bite he gave me on my shoulder is the worst of it. It should be fine so long as I don't rip it open again.
(no subject)
Date: 2025-11-19 05:47 am (UTC)Good. [ A slow nod. ] You're supposed to be taking it easy, so don't overdo it, got it?
[ ...Then again, he probably doesn't need to scold grown men like he does the brats in the dorm. Not that any of the brats in the dorm ever tried to eat somebody... ]
We got enough on our plates as is without everybody getting hurt.
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Date: 2025-11-19 06:32 am (UTC)[ Far too much for anyone to handle alone, and even with this many, without any idea of what to do, it's all still confusion and fear. He falls silent for a time, smoking away, wondering, and ignoring the inevitable twinge of pain in his shoulder, though eventually he does agree about taking it easy. ]
I'll see if I can manage taking it easy.
[ Or at least... try. He'll agree to try, there we go. ]
But I become restless when I have nothing useful to do, so the best I can offer is an attempt.
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Date: 2025-11-20 02:02 am (UTC)It doesn't stop him from side-eyeing the older man at his answer, scoffing. ]
You sound just like that idiot.
[ If you blink, you can catch an ounce of fondness in there before it disappears. ]
The do something that doesn't need the arm that much. [ A shrug. ] Read a damn book. Play some cards.
[ That's what old western dudes like to do, right... ]
(no subject)
Date: 2025-11-20 08:11 pm (UTC)Heh, read a damn book. [ Yeah, that's pretty funny to Childermass. ] I think I can do that. It is what I have been doing for the most part, anyhow.
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Date: 2025-11-21 07:12 am (UTC)As long as you're givin' it a shot. [ Smoke curls in the air as he exhales. ] Not like you're gonna run out anytime soon.
[ ...Still, though. He can get the stir-crazy sentiment. ]
I get it, though. Being here for so long, I'm starting to miss the TV.
(no subject)
Date: 2025-11-21 10:27 pm (UTC)What? You mean those television sets? [ He's been reading about electronics! Ha! ] Doesn't the library have something like that? Or at least, something that plays those... tapes?
(no subject)
Date: 2025-11-21 11:26 pm (UTC)[ He doesn't often rib his elders, but when he does,
Though whatever small smirk that crawls across his lips dies relatively quickly after that. ]
Well, it does...not that I hang out there. [ His gaze shifts. ] But sittin' there by myself watching stuff just looks off.
[ Embarrassing. He means embarrassing. Because the dorm lounge is one thing, but if he gets caught watching cooking shows by himself again he's throwing in the towel. ]
(no subject)
Date: 2025-11-24 06:01 am (UTC)[ He does not get it, sorry. ]
(no subject)
Date: 2025-11-24 03:59 pm (UTC)[ Ugh. The next few moments are spent struggling for an answer, although his faces twitches only a little. He will opt to take another drag of that cigarette before deigning to open his mouth again. ]
I guess to a guy like you it wouldn't. [ HEADSHAKE. ] Just forget about it.
(no subject)
Date: 2025-11-25 02:41 am (UTC)Well, if you find something you want to watch, feel free to drag me along. It will all be new to me.
(no subject)
Date: 2025-11-25 07:59 am (UTC)You wanna watch something with me? [ That earns a squint, bewilderment in the pinch of his brows. ] ...You're a real weirdo.
[ Positive? Derogatory? A secret third thing? ]
Maybe. If I think of something.
(no subject)
Date: 2025-11-26 11:33 pm (UTC)As you will, Mr. Aragaki.
[ If he does, he does. If he doesn't, he doesn't. Childermass will (probably) be around if he ever needs to look slightly less weird watching something on his lonesome... Or it'll look even weirder, since it's 1800s man, who has no experience with TV shows, but, hey.
The offer will stand.
And they can probably go on smoking in peaceful silence after that. ]
week 4, thursday (pre-curfew, boarding house)
Date: 2025-12-04 07:51 pm (UTC)He's in that weird royal knight outfit he appeared in, although one of the pant legs is as missing as the rest of his right leg is, and the stump left behind, starting at the knee, has been treated and wrapped up. His crutches are set nearby, within reach, in case...
Barge in if you want; he can't stop anyone. ]
(no subject)
Date: 2025-12-05 04:56 am (UTC)But that's another thing to put in the box he's emptied out recently, setting it on the shelf. This is both to distract himself as much as it is for everyone else.
So he's here right now, and he's going to knock on the door rather than barge in, because he's not an animal. Firmly, but not too loud. ]
...You awake?
(no subject)
Date: 2025-12-05 05:52 am (UTC)[ He calls back to the knocking Shinji. He's right. There's been plenty of visitors, and he should consider turning people away, but it's Shinji, and he must be wondering what's become of the man he helped haul to the alchemy lab. ]
(no subject)
Date: 2025-12-05 06:05 am (UTC)With that, the door opens, and a slightly damp Shinji steps in...he did have a brisk walk from the cafeteria to here, anyway. He's got a heavy looking bag in his hands, one which he deposits on the table when he walks in, and it's here to stops to actually regard Childermass.
He looks...not as half-dead as he did, at least. ]
Surprised you're not in bed sleeping.
[ He's not going to ask 'how are you feeling', because that's a stupid question with an obvious answer. ]
(no subject)
Date: 2025-12-05 07:18 am (UTC)I would rather deal with visitors here instead of having them sit at my bedside as if I were some dying grandmother.
[ Still kinda feels that way, actually. ]
(no subject)
Date: 2025-12-05 07:49 am (UTC)So you wanna act like some dying grandma out here, instead? [ It's a small thermos! Yay. ] At least it'd be comfier in bed, but you do you.
[ He taps the thermos in front of Childermass, as well as (mercifully) just a spoon. No chopsticks for the englishman. ]
You don't gotta eat now, but you should soon or later.
i'm so sorry
Date: 2025-12-05 05:31 pm (UTC)Then he straightens up again and smiles at Shinji. Oh, he'll still thank him, but the way he phrases it is... off? It seems off. ]
Not exactly a meal fit for a queen, but I thank you nonetheless. It's sweet of you to try.
WHEN I FUCKING GET YOU
Date: 2025-12-05 07:42 pm (UTC)Shinjiro pauses from where he’s standing, eyes narrowing at the grimace. He had said he’d been fine otherwise, but it figures these guys wouldn’t be entirely truthful.
…That being said, this feels…wrong, somehow. Just a bit, like something that triggers a vague sense of alarm. There’s a pause of silence as he digests that, feeling tension knot in his shoulder. Where is this coming from? ]
…Since when are you a queen? You ain’t that pretty, so don’t flatter yourself. [ Maybe this is a joke. Wouldn’t that be nice. ] If you’re still not feeling well, then say it. Don’t beat around the bush.
YOU DON'T GET TO SAY ANYTHING SHINJI JUST DIED???
Date: 2025-12-05 09:20 pm (UTC)...you are right. I am not well. [ Childermass sounds himself again, at least. He'll look up again, tiredly eyeing Shinji. ] Forgive me. I came back with someone else in my head. I cannot always keep her under control.
I GET TO SAY WHATEVER I WANT
Date: 2025-12-08 07:32 am (UTC)And he just...lifts a hand to face to drag it down. You know, if he weren't here surrounded by monster tranformations and ghosts, he'd be more disbelieving. But now? There's a series of strangled, garbled noises eliciting from his throat rn. ]
You came back possessed and decided to not say anything?! [ Jesus H Christ. ] Does literally anyone else know you're hoarding some creepy lady in your head?
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Date: 2025-12-09 06:04 pm (UTC)[ Motherfucker is possessed, and he's like "that's not the biggest deal here". ]
(no subject)
Date: 2025-12-09 07:47 pm (UTC)[ Childermass, if you can feel the waves radiating off of Shinjiro right now....
...Thankfully, he decides to just groan and drop himself in a free seat. He doesn't even have it in himself to do much with that fury right now. ]
Shut up and eat before I decide to say more about it that you ain't gonna wanna hear.
(no subject)
Date: 2025-12-10 10:49 pm (UTC)[ Saved from the wrath of a sad teenager, fantastic. He'll... laugh, however quietly, and reach for the thermos and its spoon. Once Childermass opens it, can he tell what it is? Anything familiar? ]
(no subject)
Date: 2025-12-11 03:41 am (UTC)[ How else do you get rid of possessions...
It IS a japanese dish, if he's seen any of their sparse Japanese few munching here and there. The smell of pork will be familiar, but the miso probably won't. However, everything's been sliced a bit thicker, and the vegetables are definitely moreso ones he's used to. Somebody's been making alterations for all the foreigners.... ]
week 5, one last smoke! i am assuming they have an actual Sunday??? idk
Date: 2025-12-14 03:50 am (UTC)He'll pause outside to stuff the pipe with tobacco. Better stuff than he's used to and, frankly, he prefers the cheap tobacco better, but who is he to complain? He'll prep the pipe and scratch a match to life, a little flicker of light coming into being briefly, to light it. That done, he can stomp the match out and take a deep drag off the pipe... then blow it out... ah, that's better. Much better than some cigarette. ]
(no subject)
Date: 2025-12-14 09:02 am (UTC)He's got a nearly-empty carton of cigarettes in one hand as he opens the door, and one cigarette halfway to his lips when he realizes he isn't alone. There's that familiar acrid smell in the air that goes well with this scene that gives him a distinctive sense of Deja Vu. ]
What, smokes not doing it for you anymore? [ The pipe gets eyeballed. Isn't that fancy....and kinda familiar. Museum fare? ] Guess that does suit you more, though.
(no subject)
Date: 2025-12-15 10:52 pm (UTC)[ Anyway, he'll dig into the soup, giving it a try, and once he has? He'll raise his eyebrows. Huh. ]
You made this?
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Date: 2025-12-16 12:03 am (UTC)Ha, well. I usually have a pipe on me, just not in this place. I was never going to say no to a few cigarettes, however.
[ Though Childermass had not expected to have company at this hour and he looks questioningly at the younger man, head turned to eye him from the corner of an eye. ]
A bit early for you, isn't it?
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Date: 2025-12-16 06:31 am (UTC)[ Sorry, Hansa.
Shinjiro isn't exactly watching INTENTLY...but he is watching enough that he shoots Childermass a suspicious look at the question. ]
I did. [ His soup... ] What, don't like it?
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Date: 2025-12-16 05:49 pm (UTC)Do you always expect the worst? No. I think it is very good, actually. I would not have asked if I thought otherwise.
[ If it had been bad, but still edible, he would have just sucked it up and eaten without a word! ]