[Shit, Gundam doesn't know where he lives, though. That means more typing, which is really difficult right now. He gives his address too, though, in a second text.]
[He can come over, but man after that cold bs and the weird glitchy world, he kind of just wants to veg out on his futon with his hams.
However, it's Leon, and while he can't claim they are "friends" yet (for his own stupid reasons) he's a really good acquaintance of his. And falls under the "classmate" blanket. Also, what if he's in some kind of danger?]
My departure will be swift. What is it you require?
[He's bringing his gun just in case, but like does he need to bring anything else? What sort of situation is he walking into?]
[He means it too! He had to change out of his yukata of course, but once he's in his usual attire and his hamsters and nestled in his scarf he quickly made his way to the address indicated.
Unless the other man sends him a text he needs to reply to, he'll show up at his doorstep without further contact. Knock knock Leon, what's up?]
[The door opens almost immediately, swinging half open, revealing Leon standing in the doorway. He doesn't look so hot; he's not nearly as put together as usual. Sure, his usual look is sort of sloppy, but it's sloppy on purpose, dammit!
Right now he actually doesn't look as bad as he's convinced he does, at least not clothes-wise; he's simply dressed, and his hair is down instead of slicked back like usual, flopping into his face. But more than that, he looks incredibly strung out, red-eyed and pale and like he hasn't been sleeping very well.
That's probably pretty understandable, considering everything going on.
He steps aside to let Gundam in, watching his face carefully.]
[Classmate what is up with you? Gundam looks him over, brow creasing a little with concern, but there's not much else to see on his face. He just looks past him into the apartment when told to come in, taking a few steps inside but not straying far from Leon.
How long will he be here? Should he take off his boots?]
Thank you. What is it that requires inspection, Kuwata?
[Is your house haunted or something you look like something has been eating your soul Jesus.]
[The important part, really, is that Gundam looks at him at all. Oh thank god. So he's completely visible now, to everyone . . . and damn, he looks like shit, he knows he does. He hadn't had it in him to fix his appearance after everything that's happened in the past few days before confirming he's not a fucking ghost or something. He's so relieved he could hug Tanaka, except he absolutely doesn't do that. Tanaka's not the kind of guy you do that to. Dudes in general aren't the kind of guys Leon does that to.
It's redundant to ask. But he has to make sure.]
Uh--me.
[Dammit. That sounds like a come on.]
--No, I mean, look, can you see me? I look okay?! I know I look rough right now, but I'm here and stuff! Right?! I ain't see-through or blurry or anythin' like that! Right?
[Yeah, no, don't hug Tanaka. That is not a good idea. And luckily he completely misses the fact that it may or may not sound like a come on. That goes right over his head and, without the explanation, he'd started looking him over more critically.
But wait, he's asking him if he's even there?]
...you are completely corporeal, do not fret.
[Well he's assuming that. The only way to test out if he's truly "corporeal" is to touch him, but he'll have to ask someone else for help with that. Unless he wouldn't mind being touched by a hamster.]
Whatever it was that CERES had done to alter your physical state of being, it seems to have worn off.
[It's okay, Leon doesn't quite know what "corporeal" means. But it sounds like it's something he's really happy to be. He closes the door behind Tanaka with a sigh of relief at his own corporealness.
His place is a one-bedroom, and eclectically furnished; all of the stuff in it is to his tastes, but not necessarily matching one another. It's just stuff he thought looked cool in the catalog and decided he wanted in his house, because what other kind of thing would you put in your house? His couch is huge and plush, upholstered in leather, definitely the most important piece of furniture in his apartment. There's a coffee table, an end table, a coat rack, a really soft rug; most of it's sort of industrial or tacky-looking. The walls have band posters, and a guitar case leaning up against one of them. The whole place isn't tidy, but it's not a total mess, at least. There's some organized disorganization going on in here, in true teenage boy fashion.
Leon leads Gundam into the place, scrubbing both hands through his hair in a quick, frustrated gesture--but he's also just glad to feel like he's actually living in this world again. It's been a rough few days.]
Shit, man. They--they completely fucked me over! It ain't just me, right? I've been hearin' all kinds of stuff, but I--I couldn't see, it was like I just wasn't there! I'd look at my hand in front o' my face and nothin'! I'd look in the mirror and see right through myself! I thought I was goin' crazy! Or maybe just--fuck, forget it, I don't even wanna think about that.
[There's a long, stiff pause before he follows, conflicted over proper manners but not wanting to interrupt him by taking the time to unstrap and remove his boots. It's just a few strides to fall in behind him though, glancing around.
Interesting choice in decor, but he doesn't comment. Just listens and takes everything in.]
Strange...this is the first instance I have heard of regarding being blind to oneself.
[Not the first time he's heard about being blind to specific objects though.]
It's unlikely it was just you, however. Those from my class were also suffering, including myself. I was unable to discern any means of keeping myself warm. By the time we entered that barren wasteland, my core temperature must have reached freezing levels and I was phasing through solid objects...
Kuzuryuu had a peculiar form of...selective blindness. Perhaps what you experienced was similar to or exactly what he had been suffering from.
He'd already suspected it was some thing that CERES was messing with, and not actually him smudging out of existence . . . but he hadn't been certain enough to say anything to anyone about it, or convince himself he wasn't going insane. It had been clear, in the beginning phases, that no one else was noticing his issues. The longer that had gone on, the harder it had been to bring himself to own up to them in front of anyone--especially when he couldn't see himself in a fucking mirror! Part of him had been convinced he looked crazy, or different somehow. He could have looked like anything at all and he'd never fuckin' know--
But it's not even worth thinking about. It's over now--right? Here Tanaka is explaining that it's all just the usual CERES bullshit. He'd started to suspect that when Togami posted to the network about not being able to breathe:]
When Kirigiri went on those tours, she got thrown into some beta version of ViViD, and she told me she started to disappear and could barely breathe. . . . I thought I was goin' crazy, or maybe disappearin' from this place for real, like--
[Like all those people in that fucked up place from earlier. He shudders.]
Anyway--then Togami said he couldn't breathe, and I was like, that's pretty fuckin' suspicious all this stuff's happenin' to us now, huh?
[He stalks away across the room, scrubbing at his eyes with the back of one hand.]
Hey, you can get comfortable and stuff . . . do you even get comfortable? Heh . . .
[It's the first time he's cracked a joke in a few days, and it feels awkward, but comfortingly familiar.]
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[He listens to the problems Leon's classmates had to suffer through, nodding as he talks. Not being able to breathe? That was new...what the hell does CERES think they're doing? They can't do shit for them if they end up dead.
There's no interruption, even as the other man stalks away. His eyes just stay trained on him, sympathetic to his frustration though probably not showing that very well.
At the joke though, he has to chuckle a little. Thanks to Kuzuryuu and Hinata, he's getting a little more used to jokes like that. It's nothing hostile, nor is it 100% literal or serious. Just a friendly joke between chums.]
You say this in the assumption that I am never relaxed.
[He's never relaxed, don't listen to him. But okay, moving to sit down on the couch. Leaning back, crossing his arms, comfortable.]
On the one hand, it is simply more of CERES' "hospitality", so it isn't worth allowing your blood to boil over it. [Not that Tanaka hadn't been seething.]
On the other, however, it's worrisome all the same that they would go to these extents to achieve whatever goal they have. Our lives do not seem to matter to them in the slightest. You can take solace, though, in that if something seems wrong or off to you, the rest of us are most likely suffering the same treatment.
[Meaning there's little chance you'll ever actually be losing your mind.]
[Leon flops down next to Gundam on the couch--not too close, but a comfortable distance. Normally this is when he'd offer someone something to drink, or anything else they might need, but being a good host isn't exactly on his mind right now. He's still adjusting to the feeling of maybe not losing his mind. He's real; he's sane; he's out of that fucked up ViViD shit from earlier; people's problems are going away. No one's disappearing or freezing to death or suffocating. It's fine. Everything's just perfect.
He crosses his own arms, more sullen, even though he's at least relaxed a little from when he opened the door.]
Dammit, that ain't somethin' to feel happy about . . .
[Even though, admittedly, he kind of does. There's nothing like loneliness on top of crazy misery to get Leon down. The relief of it evaporating in someone's presence makes even this bullshit tolerable to deal with.]
If it's always like this, why don't we friggin' do somethin'? They're gonna kill us! I, shit, I was all worried about Togami! I'm worried about Kirigiri! I thought I might die! I thought Pekoyama was crazy when she started talkin' about goin' to kick CERES's asses, but maybe I'm on board with that!
[There was a little initial tensing when Leon joined him, but it dissipated quickly. He's not sitting too close, not trying to throw an arm over his shoulder, he's fine. As for being a good host, it isn't as if Gundam's being that great of a guest.]
I agree, allowing them to remain in power with the way they so carelessly play with us is infuriating and dangerous. To march in without information or strategy is likely to get us just as easily killed however. There's more we need to know before we can attempt any rebellion.
[Unfolding his arms, he places the bandaged hand on his thigh and uses the other to gesture as he talks.]
As indicated by Hinata during the meeting about the "tours", there may be devices planted within our bodies. We don't know how many could be there, nor what they are capable of doing to us. There's the possibility that CERES could render us comatose with a command from their computers. If we bound together to overthrow them, it would be all too easy to be rid of us like that.
[And that's only one problem of rushing in too soon.]
I don't believe many wish to sit quietly and live under them as they wish for us to. An uprising will come with patience.
[That got a little long, sorry. These things happen when you plan out pretendy Netherworld politics in your spare time.]
[Whoa, man. Dude's actually thought about this beyond just "fuck CERES," which is the extent of what Leon's planned out himself. He's not at all equipped to come up with a game plan here, and hadn't even thought of half the things Tanaka says. In retrospect, though, some of them are obvious, especially--]
--Wait, you think the devices inside us are how they make all this stuff happen to us? Like, screwing with our bodies?
[Leon does flop his arms over the back of the couch, but he's far enough away that it's not throwing an arm around Gundam or anything. Luckily. It's a much more relaxed posture than he actually feels right now talking about this. But something has relaxed a little; now he has someone to be angry at and things to think about that aren't just freaking out over himself like he has been for like three days now.
But damn is he pissed. His voice is tight and clipped, volume rising the more he talks.]
That's--fuck, I never thought o' that! All this time I just figured it was some kinda messin' with our code thing, if we're even made of code for real, which is like, who friggin' knows? Maybe the devices mess with the code--ahhh, who knows, who cares?! The point is they can just do whatever they want to us! They could just flip a switch or whatever the hell they've got and make us all go blind!
[None of that's new information. But it's starting to really sink in for the first time, and it hurts. Leon brings a hand up to rub at the side of his face, digging his fingers up into his hair to pull on it.]
. . . I don't fuckin' know what to do. They're gonna start killin' us.
That's a possibility. It's a possibility that we are code and that they are messing with that. At this point in time there is no way to know, until we can examine these devices for ourselves or get answers from those withholding them from us.
[It's frustrating, not knowing these things, but there wasn't anything they could do about it now. Keep their eyes and ears open, stay alert, pay attention for things...that's the best they could do. At least people like Hinata were there, surely working towards learning what's going on.]
For now, focus on surviving. They may attempt to kill us, and even succeed, but do not allow them to take you quietly and without a fight. That is how a true rebellion begins.
[After a silent moment turning that over in his head, Leon finally comes out with something:]
. . . You're so intense.
[And a little laugh. It's the first time he's laughed in a couple days, and it's awkward, but it feels good.]
I mean, no offense or nothin'. It's not even like you're wrong, just, you've got this way of sayin' stuff! It's like maximum serious. I guess that's a good thing when it's crap like this, 'cuz this is pretty serious.
[Then he holds out a fist to Gundam, aimed at his hand.]
But don't worry, man, no way am I gonna let anyone take me without a fight! Me or anyone else! I ain't the type to just lay down and die!
[Gundam stares at the offered hand, but doesn't move to do anything with it. Is he...what is he doing here? Is he asking him for a handshake or something? He has no idea. Leon isn't nearly high enough on the friend scale for "fist bump" to even be considered, though it's not something he'd readily consider in the first place.]
That is reassuring to know. Both that I am capable of carrying a serious air when it's required, and that you will not be so easily defeated. If we continue with this belief, and we stand fast at each others' sides, this CERES will have a hell of a time overcoming us when we choose to rise to power.
[Yup the fist is going completely ignored. Nothing against you, Leon.]
[You're not getting out of this, bro. Or at least that's what Leon thinks; if anything, the little speech there only motivates him more. Who doesn't get pumped about standing fast at each other's sides and rising to power? Get pumped!
It's hard to even imagine Tanaka "pumped," but details. Leon laughs--his mood, at least, has lightened considerably--and doesn't withdraw his hand.]
Heh, you got it! C'mon, you gonna leave me hangin'?
[Wait. It's Tanaka.]
. . . You totally don't even know what I'm goin' for, do you.
[Alright, the "leave me hanging" comment finally clues him in. There's a second of dawning realization on his face before he actually scoots a little away from the other man. It's nothing against you Leon. He just doesn't touch people.]
It is better that your unmet fist is left alone, lest the poison permeating through my skin brings you to an early demise.
[At least he is not so socially inept that he doesn't know what a "fist bump" even is?]
Oh, right. In all the fuss, Leon had almost forgotten about how friggin' weird Tanaka is. How could that happen?
He laughs--he can't help it--and scoots a little closer on the couch, though he's just messing with him, so he doesn't close all the distance. He only brings them about as close as they were before Gundam moved away.]
What? Is this some o' your evil demon stuff again? Look, I prooomise I'm not gonna fall over dead if you bump my fist!
[And he's moving a little away. He's used to this kind of stuff from the kids at school. You say "don't touch me" and the first thing they do is get in your space and try and touch you.]
It is so much simpler to claim you have the immunity to the poison in my veins, but testing this is not something that can be performed in such an open and vulnerable way. Humans cannot withstand this deadly venom. I do not wish to be the end of your life.
Maybe that's why Tanaka is crazy? Nah, probably not, but it's a thought. So he's probably never been with a girl? Okay, that's to be expected. Guys like this aren't exactly chick magnets, so there's no surprise there. But damn, it's still depressing! And even more than that, just casual stuff . . .
This is Leon, though, who only a few days ago was nearly brought to tears by how good it felt to be platonically hugged by a woman after months without friendly contact.]
Look, it ain't that I'm convinced of this at all, but that's still one o' the most depressing things I ever heard! You never kissed anyone? Got your hand up a girl's shirt? Or even, like, put an arm around a dude? Who's the two, your classmates?
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text; 2/14 ic; evening
[Shit, Gundam doesn't know where he lives, though. That means more typing, which is really difficult right now. He gives his address too, though, in a second text.]
text; 2/14 ic; evening
However, it's Leon, and while he can't claim they are "friends" yet (for his own stupid reasons) he's a really good acquaintance of his. And falls under the "classmate" blanket. Also, what if he's in some kind of danger?]
My departure will be swift. What is it you require?
[He's bringing his gun just in case, but like does he need to bring anything else? What sort of situation is he walking into?]
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I dunno how to explain. I just need you to check something for me
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[He means it too! He had to change out of his yukata of course, but once he's in his usual attire and his hamsters and nestled in his scarf he quickly made his way to the address indicated.
Unless the other man sends him a text he needs to reply to, he'll show up at his doorstep without further contact. Knock knock Leon, what's up?]
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Right now he actually doesn't look as bad as he's convinced he does, at least not clothes-wise; he's simply dressed, and his hair is down instead of slicked back like usual, flopping into his face. But more than that, he looks incredibly strung out, red-eyed and pale and like he hasn't been sleeping very well.
That's probably pretty understandable, considering everything going on.
He steps aside to let Gundam in, watching his face carefully.]
--Hey. You can come in.
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How long will he be here? Should he take off his boots?]
Thank you. What is it that requires inspection, Kuwata?
[Is your house haunted or something you look like something has been eating your soul Jesus.]
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It's redundant to ask. But he has to make sure.]
Uh--me.
[Dammit. That sounds like a come on.]
--No, I mean, look, can you see me? I look okay?! I know I look rough right now, but I'm here and stuff! Right?! I ain't see-through or blurry or anythin' like that! Right?
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But wait, he's asking him if he's even there?]
...you are completely corporeal, do not fret.
[Well he's assuming that. The only way to test out if he's truly "corporeal" is to touch him, but he'll have to ask someone else for help with that. Unless he wouldn't mind being touched by a hamster.]
Whatever it was that CERES had done to alter your physical state of being, it seems to have worn off.
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His place is a one-bedroom, and eclectically furnished; all of the stuff in it is to his tastes, but not necessarily matching one another. It's just stuff he thought looked cool in the catalog and decided he wanted in his house, because what other kind of thing would you put in your house? His couch is huge and plush, upholstered in leather, definitely the most important piece of furniture in his apartment. There's a coffee table, an end table, a coat rack, a really soft rug; most of it's sort of industrial or tacky-looking. The walls have band posters, and a guitar case leaning up against one of them. The whole place isn't tidy, but it's not a total mess, at least. There's some organized disorganization going on in here, in true teenage boy fashion.
Leon leads Gundam into the place, scrubbing both hands through his hair in a quick, frustrated gesture--but he's also just glad to feel like he's actually living in this world again. It's been a rough few days.]
Shit, man. They--they completely fucked me over! It ain't just me, right? I've been hearin' all kinds of stuff, but I--I couldn't see, it was like I just wasn't there! I'd look at my hand in front o' my face and nothin'! I'd look in the mirror and see right through myself! I thought I was goin' crazy! Or maybe just--fuck, forget it, I don't even wanna think about that.
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Interesting choice in decor, but he doesn't comment. Just listens and takes everything in.]
Strange...this is the first instance I have heard of regarding being blind to oneself.
[Not the first time he's heard about being blind to specific objects though.]
It's unlikely it was just you, however. Those from my class were also suffering, including myself. I was unable to discern any means of keeping myself warm. By the time we entered that barren wasteland, my core temperature must have reached freezing levels and I was phasing through solid objects...
Kuzuryuu had a peculiar form of...selective blindness. Perhaps what you experienced was similar to or exactly what he had been suffering from.
[Just to reassure you that you aren't crazy.]
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[Sigh.
He'd already suspected it was some thing that CERES was messing with, and not actually him smudging out of existence . . . but he hadn't been certain enough to say anything to anyone about it, or convince himself he wasn't going insane. It had been clear, in the beginning phases, that no one else was noticing his issues. The longer that had gone on, the harder it had been to bring himself to own up to them in front of anyone--especially when he couldn't see himself in a fucking mirror! Part of him had been convinced he looked crazy, or different somehow. He could have looked like anything at all and he'd never fuckin' know--
But it's not even worth thinking about. It's over now--right? Here Tanaka is explaining that it's all just the usual CERES bullshit. He'd started to suspect that when Togami posted to the network about not being able to breathe:]
When Kirigiri went on those tours, she got thrown into some beta version of ViViD, and she told me she started to disappear and could barely breathe. . . . I thought I was goin' crazy, or maybe disappearin' from this place for real, like--
[Like all those people in that fucked up place from earlier. He shudders.]
Anyway--then Togami said he couldn't breathe, and I was like, that's pretty fuckin' suspicious all this stuff's happenin' to us now, huh?
[He stalks away across the room, scrubbing at his eyes with the back of one hand.]
Hey, you can get comfortable and stuff . . . do you even get comfortable? Heh . . .
[It's the first time he's cracked a joke in a few days, and it feels awkward, but comfortingly familiar.]
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There's no interruption, even as the other man stalks away. His eyes just stay trained on him, sympathetic to his frustration though probably not showing that very well.
At the joke though, he has to chuckle a little. Thanks to Kuzuryuu and Hinata, he's getting a little more used to jokes like that. It's nothing hostile, nor is it 100% literal or serious. Just a friendly joke between chums.]
You say this in the assumption that I am never relaxed.
[He's never relaxed, don't listen to him. But okay, moving to sit down on the couch. Leaning back, crossing his arms, comfortable.]
On the one hand, it is simply more of CERES' "hospitality", so it isn't worth allowing your blood to boil over it. [Not that Tanaka hadn't been seething.]
On the other, however, it's worrisome all the same that they would go to these extents to achieve whatever goal they have. Our lives do not seem to matter to them in the slightest. You can take solace, though, in that if something seems wrong or off to you, the rest of us are most likely suffering the same treatment.
[Meaning there's little chance you'll ever actually be losing your mind.]
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He crosses his own arms, more sullen, even though he's at least relaxed a little from when he opened the door.]
Dammit, that ain't somethin' to feel happy about . . .
[Even though, admittedly, he kind of does. There's nothing like loneliness on top of crazy misery to get Leon down. The relief of it evaporating in someone's presence makes even this bullshit tolerable to deal with.]
If it's always like this, why don't we friggin' do somethin'? They're gonna kill us! I, shit, I was all worried about Togami! I'm worried about Kirigiri! I thought I might die! I thought Pekoyama was crazy when she started talkin' about goin' to kick CERES's asses, but maybe I'm on board with that!
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[There was a little initial tensing when Leon joined him, but it dissipated quickly. He's not sitting too close, not trying to throw an arm over his shoulder, he's fine. As for being a good host, it isn't as if Gundam's being that great of a guest.]
I agree, allowing them to remain in power with the way they so carelessly play with us is infuriating and dangerous. To march in without information or strategy is likely to get us just as easily killed however. There's more we need to know before we can attempt any rebellion.
[Unfolding his arms, he places the bandaged hand on his thigh and uses the other to gesture as he talks.]
As indicated by Hinata during the meeting about the "tours", there may be devices planted within our bodies. We don't know how many could be there, nor what they are capable of doing to us. There's the possibility that CERES could render us comatose with a command from their computers. If we bound together to overthrow them, it would be all too easy to be rid of us like that.
[And that's only one problem of rushing in too soon.]
I don't believe many wish to sit quietly and live under them as they wish for us to. An uprising will come with patience.
[That got a little long, sorry. These things happen when you plan out pretendy Netherworld politics in your spare time.]
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--Wait, you think the devices inside us are how they make all this stuff happen to us? Like, screwing with our bodies?
[Leon does flop his arms over the back of the couch, but he's far enough away that it's not throwing an arm around Gundam or anything. Luckily. It's a much more relaxed posture than he actually feels right now talking about this. But something has relaxed a little; now he has someone to be angry at and things to think about that aren't just freaking out over himself like he has been for like three days now.
But damn is he pissed. His voice is tight and clipped, volume rising the more he talks.]
That's--fuck, I never thought o' that! All this time I just figured it was some kinda messin' with our code thing, if we're even made of code for real, which is like, who friggin' knows? Maybe the devices mess with the code--ahhh, who knows, who cares?! The point is they can just do whatever they want to us! They could just flip a switch or whatever the hell they've got and make us all go blind!
[None of that's new information. But it's starting to really sink in for the first time, and it hurts. Leon brings a hand up to rub at the side of his face, digging his fingers up into his hair to pull on it.]
. . . I don't fuckin' know what to do. They're gonna start killin' us.
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[It's frustrating, not knowing these things, but there wasn't anything they could do about it now. Keep their eyes and ears open, stay alert, pay attention for things...that's the best they could do. At least people like Hinata were there, surely working towards learning what's going on.]
For now, focus on surviving. They may attempt to kill us, and even succeed, but do not allow them to take you quietly and without a fight. That is how a true rebellion begins.
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. . . You're so intense.
[And a little laugh. It's the first time he's laughed in a couple days, and it's awkward, but it feels good.]
I mean, no offense or nothin'. It's not even like you're wrong, just, you've got this way of sayin' stuff! It's like maximum serious. I guess that's a good thing when it's crap like this, 'cuz this is pretty serious.
[Then he holds out a fist to Gundam, aimed at his hand.]
But don't worry, man, no way am I gonna let anyone take me without a fight! Me or anyone else! I ain't the type to just lay down and die!
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That is reassuring to know. Both that I am capable of carrying a serious air when it's required, and that you will not be so easily defeated. If we continue with this belief, and we stand fast at each others' sides, this CERES will have a hell of a time overcoming us when we choose to rise to power.
[Yup the fist is going completely ignored. Nothing against you, Leon.]
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It's hard to even imagine Tanaka "pumped," but details. Leon laughs--his mood, at least, has lightened considerably--and doesn't withdraw his hand.]
Heh, you got it! C'mon, you gonna leave me hangin'?
[Wait. It's Tanaka.]
. . . You totally don't even know what I'm goin' for, do you.
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It is better that your unmet fist is left alone, lest the poison permeating through my skin brings you to an early demise.
[At least he is not so socially inept that he doesn't know what a "fist bump" even is?]
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Oh, right. In all the fuss, Leon had almost forgotten about how friggin' weird Tanaka is. How could that happen?
He laughs--he can't help it--and scoots a little closer on the couch, though he's just messing with him, so he doesn't close all the distance. He only brings them about as close as they were before Gundam moved away.]
What? Is this some o' your evil demon stuff again? Look, I prooomise I'm not gonna fall over dead if you bump my fist!
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It is so much simpler to claim you have the immunity to the poison in my veins, but testing this is not something that can be performed in such an open and vulnerable way. Humans cannot withstand this deadly venom. I do not wish to be the end of your life.
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[Shouldn't he have it tattooed on his forehead or something?! Damn!
Not that Leon buys it for a second--but he at least stops moving closer. Even if it's kind of tempting to just launch himself at him.]
You've gotta touch people sometimes!
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[Just go ahead and ask him about how he went through childhood. Nobody touched him.]
You have not heard of the dangers from first hand experience because I have only shared physical contact with two mortals in existence.
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[Leon's eyes widen. Whoa. He'd go crazy . . .
Maybe that's why Tanaka is crazy? Nah, probably not, but it's a thought. So he's probably never been with a girl? Okay, that's to be expected. Guys like this aren't exactly chick magnets, so there's no surprise there. But damn, it's still depressing! And even more than that, just casual stuff . . .
This is Leon, though, who only a few days ago was nearly brought to tears by how good it felt to be platonically hugged by a woman after months without friendly contact.]
Look, it ain't that I'm convinced of this at all, but that's still one o' the most depressing things I ever heard! You never kissed anyone? Got your hand up a girl's shirt? Or even, like, put an arm around a dude? Who's the two, your classmates?
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