this whole don't-touch-people-if-you-don't-want-to-be-horny thing is getting more annoying the longer it goes on. which is why, upon finding oneself in a small-sized changing room with another person and a locked door, shiraishi is doing his most subtle best to fold himself into a corner to avoid contact.
he's fine with it usually, but the lack of space available here rubs him the wrong way, and also. well.
he's on a mission, when it comes to the man stuck in here with him. one that's a lot easier to achieve when there's the option of avoidance and walking away. ]
...
[ he's got a grin on his face though. like he can see the humour in this. ]
[Aizawa doesn't see the humor of this, really. It's decidedly unfunny. It's a strike against Muzet for betraying his trust. Maybe she thought she was being a wingwoman (literally?) but in reality...]
[They've sort of divided the small changing room into halves, making sure their bodies don't touch. If possible, their clothes shouldn't even touch each other's clothes. Constant vigilance was needed.]
[... Aizawa sighs, moves ever so slightly and carefully-]
[-to retrieve a small bottle of eyedrops from one of his waist pouches.]
[ It's hilarious is what it is. At least he can look on the funny side.
Shiraishi just watches Aizawa begin that difficult task of trying to retrieve something without crossing the boundaries and risking a touch. And shifts his knee a littttle closer to the border, smile still on his face. Might as well enjoy a situation that could go south in an instant. ]
[Even with them not touching, Aizawa's fighting certain urges in the back of his head. He doesn't like this feeling of not being in control. Still, there's no damn good thing he can do about it.]
Mm.
[A small noise of acknowledgement.]
I have dry eye.
[... as if Shiraishi couldn't tell by the fact he perpetually looked bloodshot. It used to look the worst around mid-day but now it's downgraded to just perpetually a little bad. Maybe because the first week there was no sign of that tiny bottle.]
Mm. [ echoing it that noise. ] The eye drops gave that away.
[ he's tilting his head at the bottle to see whether or not he can read the writing on the bottle and see whether or not it's legible to him. whether it might be an item from aizawa's home or not. ]
Sea air not helping things? Or is it the dusty air in here?
[Aizawa slowly blinks, letting some form of mild relief help this situation.]
Nah. I've had it most of my life. [He turns the small bottle over in his hands, glancing down at it for any sort of distraction from being so close to another person. The text on it is pretty clearly Japanese, not anything that would be found in the ship's gift shop.]
I was pretty sure it was tied to my Quirk but, even with that not working, it's still a pain...
[he does drag his eyes over to meet Shiraishi's there if only for some sort of inevitable "i have to explain superpowers again, don't i" expression]
[ hmm. yeah, that's japanese? interesting. it's enough to make him wonder how many people here might be from places that share language and details. they do all seem like they're speaking the same language, but are they? ]
Considering we're dealing with ghosts and demons, I suppose I can concede someone could have powers. Even if those powers are linked heavily to dry eyes.
[aizawa seconds before this: i must do everything in my power to not touch this person aizawa when shiraishi says that shit: i should just kiss his stupid face, fucker]
[He doesn't, though, like a Coward. He just sort of glowers grumpily.]
... I can see why they'd neutralize it, though. If it was working, maybe it would be able to "erase" some of these stupid effects.
[Aizawa had retreated inside himself after their mission halfway through the week. It felt like things had been made clear to him. It felt like he'd been reminded of his powerlesssness. Trying to connect with people was utterly useless. And Shiraishi would understand that, wouldn't he?]
[Then that drop happened.]
[Aizawa's entirely sure about what he wants to do but...]
Hey.
[Shiraishi.]
Let me sit with you for a little while.
[Sit, talk, maybe lean on his shoulder if he gets really bold. Just far enough away in the meeting room to not be bothered (because it's a PC and they can't).]
[ This is... all something of a complicated issue. He has no real opinion, love or care for his home. But it would be hypocritical of him to demand to be sent home to help someone, only to put them at risk of demon abduction by going home in the first place.
It’s a Catch-22. ]
Go ahead. I don’t really have anything to add to this argument, unless we find a fourth option.
[ The secrets of PCs remain secret, even when set in the same room. ]
Really? I'm preparing for the second. I'm not sure if I fully trust them to meet the conditions for the third one. Even if it would be the... better option? [ He supposes. ]
[He says, with certainty, staring at the brand on his hand. The idea that the demons had succeeded with some version of their worlds... the idea that those body-strewn hallways could become reality. He'd rather die.]
I want to do right by the living but I'd rather trap them here, too, than bring that home.
[he maintains firm eye contact with the eye on his hand, like he's trying to threaten a demon that may or may not be watching]
[ He snaps his fingers. ] Destroy them before they destroy us. The mage has a point. If they aren't playing fair, then we have no incentive to either.
But, ultimately, the better outcome assuming they aren't hiding a fourth one is to contain it here. I suppose we wouldn't know any better, eventually, if we end up like them.
It would. It sounds like this isn't the first time they've done something like this.
[In other words, stopping them could have some greater moral purpose, too. If it was possible. They had no idea exactly what they were fighting and it was probably better to stick to goals they could achieve. They'd be lucky to save their small fragments of the multiverse.]
... the demons all had slightly different personalities. Hard to say how much we'll change.
[wouldn't it be weird if eventually things wrapped around to one of them tormenting someone from an alternate version of their own world, wouldn't that be too clownish]
Definitely not. I suspect we are just one group of many -- who knows, maybe someone you knew already went through this and returned home, bringing the demons with them?
[ It's a possibility. Maybe someone they spoke to everyday had lived this and returned home, just hoping that their world wouldn't be targetted again. ]
Oh, maybe we won't change in personality. But if we change fundamentally, maybe our views and opinions will do. All of them seem to motivated by the sex part of all this, and potentially the killing as well. Or maybe one is a reward for the other.
[well, carlos finally freed them from the meeting room with their vague ideas of fanfic, cutting off limbs, or just accepting life and discussing their demonsonas]
[time to go bother shiraishi with more unnecessary things, to see if maybe he decides he likes them eventually]
[He tracks the other man down at- ... the clothing store. Great. It was like the last place he was going to look and the bottle of gin he swiped from the beach bar was getting warm. Also, again, since everything is going to shit, he's reverted back to his feral state.]
Hey. Let's drink together.
[an inattentive person would assume Aizawa's greeting him with the same rough, unpracticed way as ever. There are little details, though, like the lack of tension in his face, that show's he's maybe... a little more relaxed about their terrible situation, when he sees Shiraishi.]
they’re all doomed might as well have fun with it!
Shiraishi’s just been browsing the racks of clothes, maintaining the darker style he donned for the task last week — with the heat here it’s just easier to put his hair up and have done with it. He’s holding something in his hand, and keeps it neatly angled away from Aizawa when he shows up. Hm? Hm. ]
Hm?
[ oh. Alcohol. ]
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Alright. This is probably a situation people would say needs alcohol.
[But, yes, this is absolutely the situation to drink in. Especially since it didn't even seem like they really needed their wits about them anymore. But, there's a darker, more secret motive.]
I just want to drink with you.
[He just! wants! to spend time with Shiraishi!]
Wasn't sure what you liked so I grabbed what I like.
[And, well, maybe there are some things he'd like to ask about, as well, but that was also for the grand goal of slowly getting to know this attractive asshole.]
... [ Shiraishi makes a humming noise under his breath, before sticking whatever was in his hands into the pocket of his jean. There may or may not be the slightest jangling sound, but it's abruptly cut off by the fabric of the pockets. ]
Oh I'm not picky.
[ He willingly had ice cream and alcohol because SOMEONE with two ears and tails wanted tributes. ]
[He's slowly getting a sense of the translation. Of course he's not picky. It really shouldn't matter aside from the alcohol content. And it was probably fine for it to not matter.]
Wanna come up to my room?
[... since he might ask personal questions, that's all.]
[(that is honestly all he's thinking but there is a certain... intimacy in just asking)]
[Aizawa tends to be forward once he's made up his mind. It's not like he's luring Shiraishi up there while being dishonest about his feelings?? He's not trying to trick him. And if he said no, they'd just go somewhere else. But he could only say yes if Aizawa asked.]
Let's go then.
[he'll gesture and start the short walk back to the apartment building]
[since he's carrying something he doesn't hang around to wait to hold hands or anything but he does stop to glance back and make sure Shiraishi's still with him.]
[ He's following. He's maybe lagging slightly while he does something around his neck - it kinda looks like he's fiddling with his collar, probably? - but he's following at a decent pace.
He's probably on a different floor, so he'll be having a look around to see if there are any differences between his own room and Aizawa's, out of pure curiosity. ]
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this whole don't-touch-people-if-you-don't-want-to-be-horny thing is getting more annoying the longer it goes on. which is why, upon finding oneself in a small-sized changing room with another person and a locked door, shiraishi is doing his most subtle best to fold himself into a corner to avoid contact.
he's fine with it usually, but the lack of space available here rubs him the wrong way, and also. well.
he's on a mission, when it comes to the man stuck in here with him. one that's a lot easier to achieve when there's the option of avoidance and walking away. ]
...
[ he's got a grin on his face though. like he can see the humour in this. ]
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[They've sort of divided the small changing room into halves, making sure their bodies don't touch. If possible, their clothes shouldn't even touch each other's clothes. Constant vigilance was needed.]
[... Aizawa sighs, moves ever so slightly and carefully-]
[-to retrieve a small bottle of eyedrops from one of his waist pouches.]
[He tilts his head back and drip... drip... ah.]
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Shiraishi just watches Aizawa begin that difficult task of trying to retrieve something without crossing the boundaries and risking a touch. And shifts his knee a littttle closer to the border, smile still on his face. Might as well enjoy a situation that could go south in an instant. ]
A little light relief?
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Mm.
[A small noise of acknowledgement.]
I have dry eye.
[... as if Shiraishi couldn't tell by the fact he perpetually looked bloodshot. It used to look the worst around mid-day but now it's downgraded to just perpetually a little bad. Maybe because the first week there was no sign of that tiny bottle.]
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Mm. [ echoing it that noise. ] The eye drops gave that away.
[ he's tilting his head at the bottle to see whether or not he can read the writing on the bottle and see whether or not it's legible to him. whether it might be an item from aizawa's home or not. ]
Sea air not helping things? Or is it the dusty air in here?
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Nah. I've had it most of my life. [He turns the small bottle over in his hands, glancing down at it for any sort of distraction from being so close to another person. The text on it is pretty clearly Japanese, not anything that would be found in the ship's gift shop.]
I was pretty sure it was tied to my Quirk but, even with that not working, it's still a pain...
[he does drag his eyes over to meet Shiraishi's there if only for some sort of inevitable "i have to explain superpowers again, don't i" expression]
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Considering we're dealing with ghosts and demons, I suppose I can concede someone could have powers. Even if those powers are linked heavily to dry eyes.
[ shiraishi, stop. ]
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aizawa when shiraishi says that shit: i should just kiss his stupid face, fucker]
[He doesn't, though, like a Coward. He just sort of glowers grumpily.]
... I can see why they'd neutralize it, though. If it was working, maybe it would be able to "erase" some of these stupid effects.
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...
[ "erase", hm? well, he's doing poorly at erasing his own grumpy expression. maybe he wasn't so good at it. ]
Or the demon entirely. That would solve a bulk of our issues, but not all of them.
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W5, SUNDAY (everything is horrible)
[Then that drop happened.]
[Aizawa's entirely sure about what he wants to do but...]
Hey.
[Shiraishi.]
Let me sit with you for a little while.
[Sit, talk, maybe lean on his shoulder if he gets really bold. Just far enough away in the meeting room to not be bothered (because it's a PC and they can't).]
toots the misery horn
[ This is... all something of a complicated issue. He has no real opinion, love or care for his home. But it would be hypocritical of him to demand to be sent home to help someone, only to put them at risk of demon abduction by going home in the first place.
It’s a Catch-22. ]
Go ahead. I don’t really have anything to add to this argument, unless we find a fourth option.
[ The secrets of PCs remain secret, even when set in the same room. ]
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... there are some suggestions. [from, y'know, people who didn't get the hope sucked out of them from an alternate timeline]
It's hard to say if it will amount to anything, though.
[.............................]
Mentally, I'm preparing for the third option.
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Really? I'm preparing for the second. I'm not sure if I fully trust them to meet the conditions for the third one. Even if it would be the... better option? [ He supposes. ]
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[He says, with certainty, staring at the brand on his hand. The idea that the demons had succeeded with some version of their worlds... the idea that those body-strewn hallways could become reality. He'd rather die.]
I want to do right by the living but I'd rather trap them here, too, than bring that home.
[he maintains firm eye contact with the eye on his hand, like he's trying to threaten a demon that may or may not be watching]
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[ He snaps his fingers. ] Destroy them before they destroy us. The mage has a point. If they aren't playing fair, then we have no incentive to either.
But, ultimately, the better outcome assuming they aren't hiding a fourth one is to contain it here. I suppose we wouldn't know any better, eventually, if we end up like them.
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[In other words, stopping them could have some greater moral purpose, too. If it was possible. They had no idea exactly what they were fighting and it was probably better to stick to goals they could achieve. They'd be lucky to save their small fragments of the multiverse.]
... the demons all had slightly different personalities. Hard to say how much we'll change.
[wouldn't it be weird if eventually things wrapped around to one of them tormenting someone from an alternate version of their own world, wouldn't that be too clownish]
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[ It's a possibility. Maybe someone they spoke to everyday had lived this and returned home, just hoping that their world wouldn't be targetted again. ]
Oh, maybe we won't change in personality. But if we change fundamentally, maybe our views and opinions will do. All of them seem to motivated by the sex part of all this, and potentially the killing as well. Or maybe one is a reward for the other.
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W6, TUESDAY (quick, more shiraizawa, before the world ends)
[time to go bother shiraishi with more unnecessary things, to see if maybe he decides he likes them eventually]
[He tracks the other man down at- ... the clothing store. Great. It was like the last place he was going to look and the bottle of gin he swiped from the beach bar was getting warm. Also, again, since everything is going to shit, he's reverted back to his feral state.]
Hey. Let's drink together.
[an inattentive person would assume Aizawa's greeting him with the same rough, unpracticed way as ever. There are little details, though, like the lack of tension in his face, that show's he's maybe... a little more relaxed about their terrible situation, when he sees Shiraishi.]
they’re all doomed might as well have fun with it!
Shiraishi’s just been browsing the racks of clothes, maintaining the darker style he donned for the task last week — with the heat here it’s just easier to put his hair up and have done with it. He’s holding something in his hand, and keeps it neatly angled away from Aizawa when he shows up. Hm? Hm. ]
Hm?
[ oh. Alcohol. ]
...
Alright. This is probably a situation people would say needs alcohol.
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[But, yes, this is absolutely the situation to drink in. Especially since it didn't even seem like they really needed their wits about them anymore. But, there's a darker, more secret motive.]
I just want to drink with you.
[He just! wants! to spend time with Shiraishi!]
Wasn't sure what you liked so I grabbed what I like.
[And, well, maybe there are some things he'd like to ask about, as well, but that was also for the grand goal of slowly getting to know this attractive asshole.]
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... [ Shiraishi makes a humming noise under his breath, before sticking whatever was in his hands into the pocket of his jean. There may or may not be the slightest jangling sound, but it's abruptly cut off by the fabric of the pockets. ]
Oh I'm not picky.
[ He willingly had ice cream and alcohol because SOMEONE with two ears and tails wanted tributes. ]
Lead the way.
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Wanna come up to my room?
[... since he might ask personal questions, that's all.]
[(that is honestly all he's thinking but there is a certain... intimacy in just asking)]
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Mmm. Very forward of you.
But it'll probably be cooler than on the beach itself, so that's fine.
[ the heat is? bad? actually? ]
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Let's go then.
[he'll gesture and start the short walk back to the apartment building]
[since he's carrying something he doesn't hang around to wait to hold hands or anything but he does stop to glance back and make sure Shiraishi's still with him.]
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He's probably on a different floor, so he'll be having a look around to see if there are any differences between his own room and Aizawa's, out of pure curiosity. ]
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