[open] sitting on the boardwalk counting shudders

[foeyay]

WHO: Kamui, Open
WHERE: Around Chroma
WHEN: Punishment week
WHAT: Somebody needs to finally tell Kamui about the laptops, forum, and quests. What better time than when he's inexplicably not looking for fights?
WARNINGS: One homicidal maniac trying to be nice to little girls. Also maybe toilet bogeyman.

Punishment: "Kamui will be struck by the impulse, impossible to ignore, to be a good big brother to any of the younger girls and women in the Town. He will have no idea why he wants to do this."


i. accidentally a little sister (for awash's female population)

[Right here. Right here in the middle of the road, there is now a braided redhead blocking the path. Whether this is their first meeting or Kamui has already been a bag of dicks to your poor character, he's smiling like he's surrounded by puppies and rainbows.]

Hold out your hand.

[His hands? Conspicuously hidden between his back and his cloak. But trust him. It'll totally be worth it.]


ii. too much of an idiot (open to all)

[Kamui hums to himself as he meanders through the three sections of Chroma. There's no purpose to his stride, and he doesn't have any particular destination. What he does seem to be interested in is where he can catch snippets of color in the scenery. His attention zigzags from left to right and back again as he makes a mental list of anything and everything that could be useful. Because if monochromatic food is useless, then clearly everything monochromatic is useless. Kamui's logic is undeniable.

After hours of this, he finally stalls, sighing at nothing. His fingers fidget and squirm toward the handle of his parasol, but he pulls them away just before he makes contact and folds him arms over his chest instead.]

Ah, this is pointless. I'm too much of an idiot for this kind of pragmatic, technical footwork. [i.e. He's getting bored.] I should just go hunt some geese and have a big barbecue. Good food makes even the ugliest places more interesting.

It's not like there's anything else to do on this tired little planet.

Comments

[queenofminiskirts]

...I see. Well! You're doing pretty well so far! Just maybe don't tell people to stab you. It's kind of weird.

[foeyay]

[He chuckles under his breath. It's funny to see her juxtapose a compliment with that kind of request.]

Are you worried?

[queenofminiskirts]

Of course.

[She says it so easily. Like it's normal to worry about perfect strangers who just gave you a knife and whom you think may be some kind of weirdo if a well-meaning one. As if she couldn't imagine feeling anything else.]

You know we don't have a proper doctor here, right? And you really shouldn't involve other people in your kinks without asking if they even like that sort of stuff first. It'll give people the wrong impression.

[Those are two entirely different worries but okay.]

[foeyay]

I'm not human, you know. I'm a member of the Yato Clan! I can take a lot more than you give me credit for~

[He sing-songs the not-answer as he raises his hand to pat her head.]

So I'll stop wantonly sharing my kinks if you'll stop wasting your worry on me. How's that?

[queenofminiskirts]

[She frowns because now you're sounding a lot like Kyousuke when he goes on about crap like how he's a ghost and no one should care about him.]

Even if you can take it, it doesn't mean it doesn't hurt! [She's reaching out to poke him in the chest.] And don't say things like it's a waste to worry about you! I don't think it's a waste and it will hurt the people who care about you to hear you say that!

[foeyay]

[Yes, but the reason no one should care about Kamui is that he doesn't care about anyone else.]

People who care about me? Oh yeah, I guess I do have those. I forgot.

[See?]

You're not supposed to be one of those people though. All I've done for you is give you a knife.

[queenofminiskirts]

[Oh, god. It's like she's talking to Hyoubu.]

Did you forget because you've gone senile? How old are you anyway?

And it's not about what you've done for me! I just don't like it when people don't value themselves!

[foeyay]

I'm only eighteen!

[Not. Senile.]

And if you think I don't value myself, you've misunderstood. I may not have any skills outside of battle, but I'm strong enough to defeat armies on my own. I'm a Yato and proud of it. That's exactly why I can't have any weaknesses.

[You know, like people who care about him.]

[queenofminiskirts]

Early onset senility, then.

[She rubs a hand over her face because. It's Space Hyoubu. She just found Space Hyoubu. Someone help her she didn't realize two people could be so stupid in almost exactly the same way.

It's kind of pissing her off.]

And you're an idiot if you think having people that worry about you makes you weak! It takes someone strong to carry to weight of the ones they care about, doesn't it?! Caring about people and being cared about--that's just a natural part of being alive, you moron!

[foeyay]

[He very nearly retorts, ready to raise his voice and perhaps even demonstrate the strength he's so proud of. That's how Yato deal with problems; it's in their blood, and Kamui has fully embraced his blood. Just before he lets loose, however, a memory nags at him, and he bites his tongue. His eyes narrow as he tsks, teeth grinding.]

I'm fine with being an idiot.

[His sister, his favorite prey, even his second-in-command all call him an idiot, and he's never denied the accusation. That's not what's getting under his skin. What's twisting his stomach in knots is something he told one of his opponents not so long ago.

"If you can't protect something, keep your hands off it to begin with."]

But if I'm going to lose what's mine, I'd rather not have it in the first place. So don't make me mad right now. I didn't come here to hurt you.