aizawa

[felinguistic]

nyan

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[dryeyes]

[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.]

[felinguistic]

[ that gets him a head tilt. ]

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?

[dryeyes]

[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]

[felinguistic]

[ 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.

[ shiraishi, stop. ]

[dryeyes]

[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.

[felinguistic]

[ wink wonk. ]

...

[ "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.

[dryeyes]

[He'd openly talk about it if Shiraishi weren't so... himself. Actually, he kind of will anyways. It's nicer to try and put "demons" into some logical, rational box of how his quirk would interact with them.]

I can't erase a whole being. It probably wouldn't even be able to work as an exorcism...

[it would just make it 10,000 times easier to be stuck with an attractive guy with cat theming in a changing room]

[felinguistic]

[ appreciate the face, try to appreciate the personality. he leans forwards and rests his arms on his knees. ]

But erasing is your speciality. [ he looks up and around the changing room, before pointing at the lock on the door. ] Could you erase that, if you weren't power-crippled and helpless right now?

[ sigh ]

[dryeyes]

[there was a ball gag in the shop, he's sincerely considering it rn...]

No, it's a lock. [a heavy sigh]

... it works on powers. So, hypothetically, I could erase the affects of touching you.

[And, in a show of trust or stupidity or just sheer tiredness, he holds the back of his hand dangerously close to Shiraishi's to demonstrate. Not touching. But close.]

I understand it doesn't sound impressive to someone who hasn't grown up seeing what people's powers are capable of doing.

[felinguistic]

[ kinky. ]

Think how popular you'd have been this week if they worked here. [ he holds up a hand without hesitation and mimics that motion - dangerously close to aizawa's hand, but not touching either. ] Alas. It was not meant to be.

You're right. I have no comparison. But if it could cripple demon "powers" in the same way then... I can see why they'd take that away from you. Letting you run around unhindered would be akin to leaving a ticking time bomb unattended.

[dryeyes]

["think how popular you'd be" wow for the first time he's actually super glad his powers don't fucking work]

[He stares at the tiny space between their two hands, like he can't really think of looking anywhere else.]

Rather than being the bomb, I'd be a rampant defuser. [a slow blink] I suppose that's enough reason to stop the whole thing. The fact they could do it is still unsettling.

[felinguistic]

If something threatens the plan, you deal with it.

[ his own eyes flicker over at the space between their hands, but he doesn't move. ]

That's basic knowledge. [ there's something a little thoughtful, distant and maybe dark in his voice. ] Keep it until you've used it all you can, and then-- [ hm. ] But I suppose our use here is to sleep with each other and die. Can't take us out too soon.

[dryeyes]

[There's a certainty to how that's said. It's logical and rational. He likes it, too.]

Is that knowledge that comes from using or being used?

[There's nothing to be learned about the demons from being trapped in such a small place together but... maybe it's not all pointless.]

Ah, never mind. You seem to like talking but not about yourself.

[felinguistic]

No one ever asks the right questions.

[ he lets the hand drop finally, folding them again on top of his knees. ]

I wouldn't have been able to answer that one a little while ago. [ and he's not moving to answer it now either. ]

[dryeyes]

[... Aizawa seems a little disappointed. As if he would have gladly just held his hand there until he got an arm cramp or something. He pulls it back.]

Hm. I suppose the one being used rarely knows it.

[There's a little flash of teeth but the smile doesn't make its way to his eyes.]

[felinguistic]

[ alas. no touchy. they'll have to do those austen-esq looks at each other when the other isn't looking instead. ]

Or doesn't know any differently, even if they're aware of it.

[ the smile is a mirror. on the face, dead in the eyes. ]

[dryeyes]

[Doesn't know any differently... hm.]

I guess there's also the idea of mutual use. Do you think a demon could provide the host something they want?

[... outside of sex or murder?]

[felinguistic]

If you believe stories and folk lore that's how they might rope someone in. Whispers in the ear of things they desire, chances for revenge, to give them what they want in exchange for a soul, a pawn on the chessboard...

People are easy to manipulate when they have something they want.

[ he just looks amused. ]

[dryeyes]

Hm. Those motivations hardly seem to matter when our biggest motivation should be escaping.

[... speaking of, let him rattle the changing room door and- nope, still locked, thanks. Sigh.]

[felinguistic]

[ he tilts his head to watch the attempt at getting out and-- whomp whomp. nice try. ]

You'd be surprised how little that matters to some people. If they have nothing to escape back to, or don't see the point.

[dryeyes]

[Immediately, without hesitation,]

I have something to get back to.

[... so, of course, it's hard to explain the actions of someone who doesn't. How could this be better? Maybe if you were some sort of, like, depressed NEET bird that had just been killed but like.]

[felinguistic]

[ he waves a hand. ]

Are you assuming I don't? I can't die here.

[dryeyes]

... No, I just-

[Again, he's off-balance, ever so slightly, he's developing complicated feelings about that happening.]

I need to remember that. Even if there's nothing I can do to make it happen faster. It's the same for you, right?

[felinguistic]

[ ... ]

You live and then everything ends. That's just how it goes.

[ he pauses, staring at the lock on the changing room door. ]

But I don't want it to end here. It's a waste if it ends here.

[dryeyes]

[Aizawa follows the line of sight, then pulls his eyes back down to his hand.]

... that's fine. [he nods, to himself]

Even if you don't have anything to get back to. Just wanting to live is fine.

[It's hard to read his tone. He's agreeing but for what reason? Motive? Does he relate? Or is it just logical that a living thing wants to keep living.]