[ he slouches outside with his coat hooked from his fingers, slung over a shoulder. catching sight of totsuka, mikoto. . . keeps walking, forward and onward in the vague direction of the transport.
look, that nap was critical. let's get this over with!! ]
[ At the sound of Totsuka's voice, Izumo turns, and while he doesn't look like it, he's definitely shocked. (Unfortunately, the cigarette doesn't fall.)
Totsuka is alive—he's walking, breathing, no blood staining his shirt.
—What the fuck. ]
I'm an alien now? Just 'cause I was up in the moon for a few minutes?
[ he spots a familiar head of red hair trailing after Totsuka though. ]
[ it's a look he thinks he recognises -- but kusanagi elides, says the right words as usual, and mikoto's shoulders ease. the corners of his mouth nearly lift. ]
[ in another universe, people who actually know french judge kusanagi a little for that pun.
in this one, mikoto only palms the catch neatly to extract a cigarette of his own -- before he tucks the box into his own pocket. well, did kusanagi ever expect him to keep his half in pockets? ]
Must I do everything, [ as he casually approaches Mikoto and just flicks a hand, a nano-second sign of something that sparks from said hand, and the tip of the cigarette lights. ] ma cheri?
The more you get lazy, the fatter you'll be. I'd not wish that on anyone, being overweight. [ like that will ever happen ]
[ the flare catches, the cigarette lights, and mikoto pinches the line of it tight -- as his other hand snaps out to curl around kusanagi's wrist and hold it there.
he breathes. ]
. . . Nah. You're still the only guy who cares about that.
[ it's while Izumo's distracted and speaking with Mikoto that he brings out the reindeer headband and places it on the former's head. smiling, Totsuka leans out, admiring his own handiwork.
and then, every bit confident, he says cheerfully: ]
[ he was about to comment on the other man's grip on his wrist, until he hears Totsuka's voice and somehow he can tell he's got a pair of antler on his head. ]
...Should have known. [ Izumo sighs, reaching up with his free hand to wrest the headband??? off his head blindly throws it away. ] Reindeer is renne, by the way.
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[ HE WAS GOING TO NAP. . . ]
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Don't worry, don't worry!
I'll bring your cigarettes back safely!
And Kusanagi-san too☆
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now ?
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Yep! ( ^_^)/
He's waiting.
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Just outside!
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look, that nap was critical. let's get this over with!! ]
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but Totsuka follows behind quietly, thoughtfully, smiling all the while as if he hadn't tried sneaking out earlier. ]
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but they can make their way in silence. it's not as if he has much to say this time, anyway. ]
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I feel like I'm in Star Trek, only the crew of the Enterprise is missing.
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Welcome to Earth, Kusanagi-san!
[ it had occurred to him to text the former about the King following him, but he didn't think it really mattered. ]
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Totsuka is alive—he's walking, breathing, no blood staining his shirt.
—What the fuck. ]
I'm an alien now? Just 'cause I was up in the moon for a few minutes?
[ he spots a familiar head of red hair trailing after Totsuka though. ]
You guys the welcomin' committee?
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Nah. Just came here to collect.
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Do you feel any different? [ curiously, like there's something about the moon that changes people. ]
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Lunacy is not a disease you get up there.
[ he reaches in his pocket for his pack and throws it at Mikoto's direction. ]
Half, don't be greedy, chaton.
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in this one, mikoto only palms the catch neatly to extract a cigarette of his own -- before he tucks the box into his own pocket. well, did kusanagi ever expect him to keep his half in pockets? ]
Nagging already. . .
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Kusanagi-san wouldn't be Kusanagi-san if he didn't nag at all!
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Someone's got ta' remind you two of certain social cues or else you two get in trouble.
[ he bops Totsuka lightly on the head, for no reason at all (except to see a reaction), before he addresses Mikoto again. ]
—Yetis, Mikoto? Really.
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[ ignoring totsuka's pains! the cigarette's tucked against his teeth, fingers curling against the stem before he remembers -- ]
Matches?
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very casually, he makes his way behind Kusanagi, waiting for an opportunity. ]
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The more you get lazy, the fatter you'll be. I'd not wish that on anyone, being overweight. [ like that will ever happen ]
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he breathes. ]
. . . Nah. You're still the only guy who cares about that.
[
more importantly: go totsuka go. ]
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and then, every bit confident, he says cheerfully: ]
Mon reindeer!
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[ he was about to comment on the other man's grip on his wrist, until he hears Totsuka's voice and somehow he can tell he's got a pair of antler on his head. ]
...Should have known. [ Izumo sighs, reaching up with his free hand to wrest the headband??? off his head blindly throws it away. ] Reindeer is renne, by the way.
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