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[ open ] Quest Catch-all!

Who: Guren Ichinose & Various
Where: All around town
When: The month of September!
What: QUEST RELATED CATCH ALL. There's an open bee prompt since Guren is a red, so anyone is welcome even if you didn't plot with me! Newbies too, once they get in!
Warnings: None. Will add if necessary!

A. Bees to see - OPEN

[Guren feels as though he's been going a little easy on the quests lately. It's time to fix that. He's antsy, he's got an empty jar in one hand and his other on his sword, and he holds it up to anyone who might pass him by.]

[And with that simple line, they're off! Unless your character has any resistance, of course, but assuming they don't, Guren leads them right into the forest.]

B. Wildcard - OPEN

[If you want to hit Guren up for a different quest, even if he's a red, feel free! Try to ruin his day? Just see what he's up to? This is my generic space to say anyone can tag me even if I didn't plot things with them, so feel free, or hit me up at

zeloser to work something out, if you want!]

Closed prompts in the comments!

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What?

[He's so caught off guard by having it flipped on him that the question just falls out. Him? But he doesn't have— ah, the demon. He can be an idiot sometimes. It's different, he thinks to himself, but he knows deep inside that it's not, really. Why would his actions be justified and not Dextera's? It's not fair, to think like that.

Still, he's hesitating, staring down at their joined hands.]

I'm not going to lose myself. [As empty as it is, this is what he tells himself all the time. He squeezes back.]

If a pact is what'll make sure you don't lose yourself, then I'll do it. No problem. I promise, so you promise, too.

[ it’s such an empty platitude. guren is saying that just to get dextera to promise him first, and dextera doesn’t know what to think about that. he’s not going to fall simply out of spite, but he realizes that guren is living in another world when it comes to things like this. ]

…I’m not her.

[ before he promises, that’s what he wants to say. he simply isn’t mahiru. ]

I won’t become her.

[Ah.

That kind of brings him out of his own head. His eyes meet Dextera's, and he feels ashamed. You're nothing like her is what comes to mind first, but when he opens his mouth, he stops himself. That doesn't sound right. It sounds wrong in every way.

And he can't deny that he's comparing them. His mouth closes again, pressing into a line for a few seconds before he tries again.]

I'm sorry. I shouldn't be comparing you. It's just—

[It's so similar. Everything is. It's scary, terrifying, and he can't lose anyone else. Especially not Dextera. Not again. He pulls Dextera's hand closer to himself, putting it over his heart.]

It's just that I don't know anything about it. I'm trying to understand the only way I know how, and even then, I'm behind. I'm worried that I won't be able to help you. I'm afraid that I'll lose you.

But those moments when I'm at my worst... I'm thinking of you. Of how I need to get back to you. I'm sorry... that I can't stop the way that I am. I'm too weak. But... I will do everything I can. I promise. I'll stay with you, I'll stay myself, no matter what it means that I have to do.

[ dextera is scared, too. guren scares him, with how reckless he is—and how reckless he isn’t even choosing to be, considering ryo withholding the formula he desperately needs.

ryo isn’t well. guren can do everything in his power to fight back his demon, but if it were possible on willpower alone, he would have conquered it by now. it means his fate really is, in some way, in ryo’s hands, and dextera doesn’t want it to come down to the possibility of killing ryo or purifying guren just to save him. ]

…

[ he lets his hand rest over guren’s heart, his brow furrowing. there’s so much he learned about himself, but none of it was useful for a moment like this. he can’t help guren the way he wants to. ]

I’m empty. That’s why… this is here. It’s nothing you did. But it’s something you can help me with. So I’ll be OK.

[ slow and measured, a mix of signing and mouthing. ]

I promise. I’m not going to lose myself. You won’t either.

[Those are confident words from someone like Dextera. It's a reassurance, in that way, and Guren nods, looking clearly more at ease. Blind optimism and reckless determination. It's gotten him this far, as messy as it was. He can keep going.]

That's right. We'll be here to remind each other, too.

[When it seems hopeless... they're always cheering each other up. He doesn't think he can convey his love properly in a hug, so he leans in, instead, switching out Dextera's hand for his chin so that he can kiss him deeply. Warmly.]

Thanks for trusting me with that ring, and showing me your scar. I know it wasn't easy.

[ if guren erased the memory of the conversation with his brother, the twisting would go away. he didn’t, and even if it’s only because he didn’t think about it, it’s—a relief. that he remembers it anyway. the painful things are important.

he sits back from the kiss with a quiet breath. ]

Can I still stay?

I was hoping you would.

[Now they're just... sitting on the floor, Dextera with his coat off, and being gay losers. That's the life.]

I'll try not to sleep all our time together away, this time.

[ dextera makes a face, at that. amazing how effortlessly they can go from such a serious topic to something like this. ]

You make it sound like… I have a curfew.

[That leaves him a little taken aback, and he's scrubbing at his head a moment later.]

No, I don't mean anything like that. You've just been... [With his brother? Or on his own? It's a small pause.] ...busy.

[He won't look at him now because it's embarrassing.] I'm not going to assume you're going to stay with me the whole time.

I’m not busy.

[ somehow, even though he’s speaking with his hands, his “tone” seems soft—he’s moving carefully, and he touches guren’s cheek. ]

I want to see you more.

...

[Here he goes again, feeling like a child. Dextera's scar is acting up, Guren is terribly worried about it, he has a powerful memory ring in his pocket, but despite all of that he still just wants to spend time with Dextera, enjoying the company. Resting. Things like that.]

More? [But not all the time. He knows it can't be all the time.] Then, do you want to stay here with me tonight?

[ dextera nods.

he loves guren, so why wouldn’t he want to stay? his housemates know by now that when he disappears, it’s probably to see guren or his brother. ]

It would… make me happy.

[ a mild answer. ]

[There's a small smile at that, and he almost doesn't know what to do. He wants a lot of childish things, to start, and when he gets flustered on the inside like this, he doesn't know how to handle his emotions. What's cool?? He's trying so hard.]

Me, too. [That's not cool, probably. But it's fine.]

What do you want to do?

[ dextera doesn’t want to think about his scar. it will go away, because it must, because if it doesn’t then it will hurt guren. he can’t stand it.

he takes his coat, because it’s starting to get a little cooler outside and there’s no insulation in these houses. ]

I want to look at your face.

[Since when could Dextera pop out smooth lines like that... Guren's caught off guard by it, and his expression is embarrassed for a few seconds even as he tries to play it off.]

Whatever. [That's playing it off!!! The lamer!! But it's clear that he's pleased by that, since he moves to stand up and takes Dextera's hand, pulling him with him.]

We might as well get comfortable in the bed, then. You said you were hurting?

[So... he wants to help him not hurt. Or not focus on it.]

[ dextera nods, placing a hand almost ruefully at his side for a moment. his scar often hurts, throbbing with a forgotten pain, but it’s been worse since he made himself confront his brother. ]

It doesn’t hurt as much, when you’re here.

[ painfully sincere. ]

You’re...

[ These lines?! He wasn’t trained to deal with THIS... Guren pauses, pulling the sheet back on the bed and looking back to Dex again. ]

...Come here. [ His face is just a little warm, but come here, smooth talker, let him cuddle. ] I’m glad.

[ this bed had a lot of nice memories in it. dextera thinks that they should move a few more things into this house—and he thinks, too, that he should voice that aloud. (“voice” it “aloud.”)

he moves into the bed, kicking off his shoes. ]

We should bring… one of our quilts.

Yeah, we should. I've been using mine on the floor, since Yuu has the bed right now...

[But he barely sleeps anyway? He could bring it, maybe. His shoes are always off at the door since he's a nerd, so he leaves his jacket and everything else on and slips into the bed with him.]

[ yuu has the bed… dextera can’t help but smile, just a little. guren spoils him! he gets the feeling if he mentioned it aloud, however, it would probably fluster him a bit. ]

There are… a lot of things… we could move here.

[ not their bodies, not permanently, not yet, but dextera is all in favor of making this place more of a home. ]

[The way he says that makes it so unclear, though... Guren isn't sure if that means he should try inviting him, or if he's just being sweet about having a second home. It has to be the second, right? He has those chickens, his friends, he can't tear him away from that.

...And until Yuu decides that he's had enough of him and moves out, he can't leave, either, anyway.]

Yeah. Maybe if we do that, it'll make sure no one else moves in, too. [Slowly, subtly, his arm moves over Dextera a little more, a loose hug.]

[ that sounds nice.

dextera wouldn’t ask guren to move, and he’d say no if guren asked him to move. it’s a little funny, how some people moved in with each other as immediately as they could, and yet the two of them are dancing around the ostensibly easiest step they could take in this town.

he moves a little closer. ]

It’s ours.

[ hm, defensive? he doesn’t like the idea of someone taking up this place. ]

[Guren smirks a little at that, turning his face into Dextera, brushing his lips against his jaw near his ear without kissing.]

Yeah? Are you going to fight someone if they start squatting here?

…

[ dextera would actually probably push them or something in a crime of passion, but he doesn’t think of himself as the type when he’s calm like this. guren’s not-kiss gives him some peace of mind, and it makes him want to shudder a little, too. ]

A warning.

[ written against guren’s chest, slowly. ]

I kind of want to see that.

[He really does. Hot! Warn them, Dex. It'd probably be cute, though, rather than anything else...

Still, he touches his hand to Dextera's wrist, the one writing over him, and smiles on.]

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