[pcs] mizuki

[ritualization]

(i don't have a shitpost yet we'll add that later)

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[ritualization]

[the compliment gets him to flush a bit, actually-- was it cool? he supposes that's a good thing. he supposes he might like to hear them say things like that again-- but then they call it a problem, and he hesitates, waiting for them to continue with his brow slightly furrowed.

when they do answer, he's quiet for several moments; ishikirimaru is well practiced at keeping things hidden, but even so, there's a brief flicker of something difficult to read before it's smoothly shoved aside.]

-I see.

[that's probably for the best, he reasons. he's not fully human in spirit, much as he might be in body. it's best not to get too closely involved, better to have that answer before he actually gets attached. at least, any more attached.]

I apologize, then-- I wouldn't want to get in the way of anything. Perhaps I should have asked if that were the case, first.

[digestif]

[ and, naturally, they instantly feel badly. Ishikirimaru is a good man. Probably a better man than Majima is, to be frank. They'd kept their tone light in an effort keep the atmosphere from becoming too heavy; now they worry they'd hurt his feelings by doing so, instead. Mizuki frowns, walking over quietly. ]

You don't have to apologize. I like you a lot, you know? I can count the number of people who know which god I'm aligned with on one hand. You're one of the ones I know I can trust, Ishi-san. You're honest, kind-hearted, selfless, and smart.

[ it's ridiculous that they're here turning down someone like him (tall, dark and handsome, to boot), to be frank... ]

And you're my friend. [ a wry smile. ] Do you still think you can call me that?

[ritualization]

If you still don't mind calling a tsukumogami that, then of course.

[there's no reason that would change, he thinks. they're one of the people he trusts here, whose company puts him at ease-- that isn't anything he'd give up so easily, and he gives them a slight smile there in response.

the compliments, though, he doesn't directly respond to. he's uncertain how.]

There's no need for anything to be different. I- simply misread the situation, I think.

[considering that was the first time he really held anyone's hand, he feels that's an understandable mistake.]

[digestif]

[ maybe the both of them did. But they'd rather not belabor the point. Drawing it out will only make things more awkward. ]

You've always just been a regular person to me. Nicknames aside.

[ he doesn't have horns or a tail or a spooky aura. Even if they're feeling more amenable to the idea of him actually being some kind of spirit, he doesn't seem very different from a human at all. ]

We can still go out and do something, besides! I haven't been to the west wing much because of those monsters...