...You're an idiot if you think you'll be forgotten.
[He doesn't turn to her, just pulling his wings down to allow her to reach his shoulders more easily.]
BARiTONES is where it is because of you, and they all gravitate to you. It just seems like a pointless endeavor, trying to be forgotten, trying to remove your identity, while also trying to better the lives of those around you.
[ she can't begin to unpack how she feels about Ayumu failing to forget her, so she laughs and rubs more vigorously at Eichi's shoulders. Running away in some form of work. ]
I haven't done much; just identified a gap and filled it. Anyone could do what I do, and I'd gladly teach anyone who wishes to learn.
[It feels nice, if Eichi is honest. A massage. He isn't distracted by it, though.]
It's something only you can do- balancing BARiTONES' emotionally disconnected and vicious nature with public relations, sanding down our edges without making us something that we aren't. It's something you can teach others to do, but it is not something that many are willing to do. Myself as well, if I'm honest.
It sounds far more successful on paper than it is in practice, but if the result is something you don't dislike... then I'll continue doing what I've been doing.
Gosh, I'm sorry I got us into such a heavy conversation.
It's something you're interested in, so it's fine.
[He pauses on that thought for a moment, as if connecting some dots.]
...A lot of kids died because of me. Back home. I made a system designed to crush dreams, and it induced such despair... that they took their lives. I wanted to make things better, and I still don't know if it was all worth it.
[She HAD seemed interested in knowing, after all.]
I used my power to bend and break people, to ruin their lives and tear apart friendships. I turned the whole world on others... people I considered friends or foes, in order to force them to behave the way I wanted them to.
And the very worst part is that I don't even have the decency to be wicked. I'm just a... stupid... sick boy... and I have the gall to cry out for help in my sleep, as if I deserve it. Almost no one can even hate me properly, when I should rightly be hated.
[ The massage doesn't falter, as if she isn't the slightest bit troubled. ]
I'm not going to judge your past actions. And while the past that follows you is heavier than most, and has a more visible than most here, the circumstances are not the same.
I didn't tell you in order to rationalize it away, for pity, or anything else. I told you because you wanted to know, and I suppose you deserve to. If anyone does.
[He doesn't really understand what that means. Holding himself back...?]
I'm not holding myself back. Not anymore.
[He won't mention what he means of course, but he had paused to think for a moment before his response. Then again, maybe that was just bare skin against his back. He's a teen boy after all!]
[This is so odd in so many ways, but the magic is broken a little with her leaning on him more. He's just a teenage boy after all and he's so terribly touch-starved. He feels chills running down his spine and he ends up kind of. Shifting uncomfortably.]
Far from it. Save from the kissing game, I think I've made a conscious effort to do the opposite, so you wouldn't think I was trying to manipulate you.
[ not making any effort to cover herself up and walking to the hot spring without the tiniest shred of embarrassment. ]
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He's not sure what she is actually asking. For what reason should she be concerned about the relationship that they share?]
It is professional.
I can't bring myself to like or dislike someone who refuses to have their own identity.
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[ her hands trail from his neck to his shoulders. ]
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[He doesn't turn to her, just pulling his wings down to allow her to reach his shoulders more easily.]
BARiTONES is where it is because of you, and they all gravitate to you. It just seems like a pointless endeavor, trying to be forgotten, trying to remove your identity, while also trying to better the lives of those around you.
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I haven't done much; just identified a gap and filled it. Anyone could do what I do, and I'd gladly teach anyone who wishes to learn.
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It's something only you can do- balancing BARiTONES' emotionally disconnected and vicious nature with public relations, sanding down our edges without making us something that we aren't. It's something you can teach others to do, but it is not something that many are willing to do. Myself as well, if I'm honest.
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Gosh, I'm sorry I got us into such a heavy conversation.
cw: s.. uicide... talk... I'm so sorry
[He pauses on that thought for a moment, as if connecting some dots.]
...A lot of kids died because of me. Back home. I made a system designed to crush dreams, and it induced such despair... that they took their lives. I wanted to make things better, and I still don't know if it was all worth it.
[She HAD seemed interested in knowing, after all.]
I used my power to bend and break people, to ruin their lives and tear apart friendships. I turned the whole world on others... people I considered friends or foes, in order to force them to behave the way I wanted them to.
And the very worst part is that I don't even have the decency to be wicked. I'm just a... stupid... sick boy... and I have the gall to cry out for help in my sleep, as if I deserve it. Almost no one can even hate me properly, when I should rightly be hated.
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[ The massage doesn't falter, as if she isn't the slightest bit troubled. ]
I'm not going to judge your past actions. And while the past that follows you is heavier than most, and has a more visible than most here, the circumstances are not the same.
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Thank you for your honesty. For the record, I don't pity you, I just think... it'd be such a waste if you held yourself back.
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I'm not holding myself back. Not anymore.
[He won't mention what he means of course, but he had paused to think for a moment before his response. Then again, maybe that was just bare skin against his back. He's a teen boy after all!]
Re: cw: s.. uicide... talk... I'm so sorry
[ leaning on him, loose enough to be just shy of a hug ]
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...We should check out that bath, I think.
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If I get any more wet, you'll have to carry me there.
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Right.
[He... gets up then and just kind of wraps his wings around himself so that he can cover his body up.]
Are you teasing me on purpose, Miss Yvette?
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[ not making any effort to cover herself up and walking to the hot spring without the tiniest shred of embarrassment. ]