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IC Inbox [The Far Shore]

Oh?

It seems that I'm...

Indisposed.

[A beat, long enough to make one wonder if the phone line has cut off.]

...Leave a message, if you would be so kind.

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[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 ]

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[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

/right back at you

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