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[He notices the scent as he unfolds the invitation, but doesn't put much thought into it -- his god does pay a clear attention to aesthetic details, and that has never struck him as odd.]

[And of course he'll be there at the time of the summons.]

[Actually, that's not quite accurate, because the Medicine Seller can't ever just do things like a normal person. At precisely 7:00, there's a soft sound from inside the Main Hall, and it's suddenly apparent that the Medicine Seller is already there, nowhere near any of the actual exits. How long has he been there? How did he get in unnoticed when he wears big, clacky wooden shoes and dresses like a rainbow exploded on him? Who even knows, honestly?]

[As if nothing about that is strange, he walks a few paces towards his god and kneels on the ground before him, bowing low with his forehead nearly to the ground.]

My lord called for me?

[ When the flower god entered the Main Hall, he settled himself beneath the chandelier amid a small table decorated with a single vase elegantly displaying the flowers of his namesake. He spoke to the small blooms, happily responding to what must have seemed as utter silence to anyone watching him but Donut carried on with the conversation until the scheduled time arrived and a noise caught his attention. He turns then, tensing in surprise when he finds his Shinki kneeling on the ground. ]

Hakari!

When did you get here?!

I've... only just arrived, my lord.

[Yeah that seems pretty unlikely, but worth arguing about? Probably not.]

[ It's not the first time his shinki has done this so Donut doesn't question him further and slowly relaxes again, his fingers ghosting over the blooms one last time before coming up to his shinki and kneeling in front of him. ]

You must really like being on your knees.

[ He smiles, a warm look falling across his eyes. ]

Did you get my invitation?

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[For the briefest of split-seconds, a hint of actual shock flickers through the connection -- less because he's scandalized, and more because for a moment, he's actually forced to consider that he's miscalculated, because how on Earth would he stumble into that one accidentally? And now his instinctive response (that is, to make gentle fun of his obliviousness by making the innuendo just a little bit worse) seems like a pointlessly risky one, if it's possible that his god is actually flirting on purpose.]

[For a second, he's silent not because of his odd speech pattern, but because he actually doesn't know what to say.]

[He still doesn't show much on his face, thought, and recovers his poise quickly.]

As you might, perhaps, recall... I am in the presence of a god. I thought it appropriate.

[He sits up, still kneeling but no longer bowed to the floor, and looks Donut over carefully, trying... trying to divine his intentions, because he was sure and now he no longer is and that's vaguely disquieting.]

...Well. I'm here... am I not?

[ The shock resonates through the bond and his smile falters, brows creasing because Hakari never felt like, well... anything. The bond was usually quiet, so whenever he did feel something it was always a little confusing, like now. ]

Hakari? Are you okay?

Edited 2016-11-11 15:23 (UTC)

[ The god had no idea what was running through his shinki's mind until he spoke in his usual mannerism. The tone had his smile perking back up, the neutral pitch soothing his initial worry. This was Hakari. ]

Well, that's true. I am a god.

[ He laughs as he sits back, crossing his legs like a child. ]

But so are a lot of people here. Don't tell me you're going to be kneeling for all of them too? It's cool if you like it, to each their own, but if I was you, I'd need some knee pads.

Edited 2016-11-11 15:24 (UTC)

Sooooo.... About the invitation.

[ He sit up straighter, placing a hand on the end of each foot using them for support as he rocks back and forth like a child. ]

I've got a very important question for you Hakari, and you have to answer honestly. Don't try to spare me just because I'm your god.

Edited 2016-11-11 15:27 (UTC)

[As brief as the shock, there's a little flash of frustration and irritation through his mind -- he doesn't think on it much, but as instinctively averse to the idea of entertaining any strong feelings as he is, it's a little bit of a slap in the face from the universe to have be completely unable to hide from someone when he does have a feeling. It fades into his usual calm almost immediately, but as Donut keeps speaking, is gradually replaced with wary apprehension.]

[All the while, he smiles calmly.]

I had not intended to. One bows only... to one's own god, I've been told.

[He doesn't ask about whatever it is Donut is building up to -- at least, not with words. Instead, he looks at him, steady and attentive, still poker-faced.]

You don't have to you know, as much as I like seeing you on your knees, you're free to do what you want.

[ With that out of the way, his rocking comes to a sudden stop.]

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[ He claps his hands together in a pleading gesture and suddenly he's looking super nervous. ]

Will you be my Karoke partner?

Pretty Pleeeeeaaasse?

[Okay, that's... wow, that's forward. You know, if he meant anything by it at all. He's pretty sure either that was a half-step away from an actual proposition, or his god is the actual most oblivious creature to ever walk the face of the earth, and either prospect is a little disquieting, if for very different reasons.]

[The Medicine Seller very nearly misses the actual question -- and then still takes a moment to reply, because it doesn't make sense to him.]

I fear I'll have to ask you to explain, my lord...

What... is "karaoke"?

[ A shocked gasp as he pulls back as if he's just been hit. ]

You mean, you've never done it?!

[ He squawks awkwardly for a second, beside himself, before he's gathering himself up to stand. ]

That's it!

[ He stands and tries to pull up Hikari with him. ]

We're going, and I'm not taking no for an answer!

[He's never had reason to doubt his god's good intentions, but there's something about that last phrase, paired with the grab at his wrist, that sets off alarm bells. There's a sudden, potent mix of dark emotions -- distrust, disgust, a righteous and slow-burning anger -- and he doesn't know where it came from. Trying to think about what might make him feel all of that twists his stomach unpleasantly -- something he's forgotten, something he can't let himself try to remember...]

[Not taking no for an answer]

[His eyes narrow, and for a moment, as he pulls his hand back, he bares his teeth, exposing slightly-too-long canines.]

And... if I tell you I must refuse?

[[OOC: Like really, sorry about who the MS is as a person, I think I did mention before that his canon gets Dark an awful lot??]]

[ The whiplash recoils through the bond hitting Donut like a tank. He gasps when he feels a sharp sting behind his neck cutting in deep as emotions run hot through the bond. He immediately lets go grabbing the back of his neck as his eyes water from both the pain and the utter disgust in that rejection.

It's not like he doesn't know what it means nor is it the first time he's been rejected like this. Normally, he'd let it roll off him but he can't ignore his shinki's emotions, not when they wash over him forbidding him from escaping their accusation. And suddenly, it's like he's back in Iowa where he could clearly see the hate directed at him, and here his own shinki...

He wipes at his eyes. ]

Fine.

[ His shield is suddenly up, the automatic defense unable to tell the difference between an emotional and physical attack. ]

I'll find someone else to sing with.

[ And he's out. Out of the main hall, the temple. Anything to get away from that feeling directed at him - disgust. ]

[ OOC: I love this! Don't be sorry! Gives them some room to grow! XD ]

Edited 2016-11-11 17:38 (UTC)

[Singing?]

[Is that all this was about?]

[Part of him feels relieved to realize that this was a misunderstanding. On the other hand...]

[He stands, taking a step towards his god -- only to find himself blocked by that shield.]

[As if he's a threat.]

[He stands in silence, watching Donut go, feeling a different sort of blank than usual as a single realization dawns on him:]

[He's made a mistake.]

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wow I'm sorry for the mood whiplash, annnnnd cw: implications of abuse and noncon

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