IC Inbox [The Far Shore]

[tadanokusuriuri]

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.

Comments

[tadanokusuriuri]

[The Medicine Seller stays silent.]

[He can't, he reminds himself, think too much about what's different between him and other shinki. He feels like, for most people, that would be a reasonable request.]

[He doesn't know what it's like, to actually be someone's friend.]

...If I'm... incapable?

[glazedonutholes]

[ That's not the answer he's expecting.... ]

No one's incapable of having friends.

[tadanokusuriuri]

[That's silly. Some people are awful and don't deserve friends. Some don't know how to communicate.]

[And then there's him. He's sure he can be charming, and he doesn't feel that he isn't good enough to deserve friends or anything, but...]

[Friendship doesn't feel like something that's necessary. He has no instinct for it, and he hasn't seen any reason to learn how it works since he became a shinki.]

[He's silent, but considering how little feeling Donut usually gets over their connection, the faint hint of disbelief might be easier to notice than it would from another, more emotional shinki.]

[glazedonutholes]

[ And it's for that reason, the fact that his shinki never showed any stray emotions through their bond that Donut feels it's poignant presence now. ]

Hakari.

You can have as many friends as you want.

[tadanokusuriuri]

My work... doesn't require them.

[glazedonutholes]

Is that.... what you want then? To be my sword but not my friend?

[tadanokusuriuri]

[He's quiet for another moment. He knows how sensitive his god can be about things like this, after the last argument they had.]

I was not made to be anyone's friend.

[It's nothing at all about him personally. He'd feel the same with any god, wouldn't he?]

[glazedonutholes]

That's not what I asked you.

[tadanokusuriuri]

Is it not?

1/3

[glazedonutholes]

[ He replays those words in his head and-- Oh. ]

2/3

[glazedonutholes]

[ .... Then - he swallows thickly - that was his answer. ]

3/3

[glazedonutholes]

O-okay. [ He sniffs. ] I'll respect your space.

[ And with that he hangs up. ]

-> Action

[tadanokusuriuri]

[...Well. That could have gone better.]

[He's upset him again.]

[There's radio silence for perhaps an hour, and then a knock on the door to Donut's room.]

Action

[glazedonutholes]

[ He's spent a good portion of that hour crying into his flowers but when there's a sudden knock on his door, the god freaks out and blunders underneath his blankets, hiding there, hoping he'll go away. ]

[tadanokusuriuri]

Ah... What an unfortunate calamity.

Perhaps... I'll have to watch "Legally Blonde" by myself?

1/2

[glazedonutholes]

[ What?! Did he say "Legally Blonde"?!! ]

---!!!

[ Okay, he's scrambling out of the blankets, and somehow gets his foot caught in the sheet sending him tumbling down. From the other side of the door, a sudden crash filters through but Donut's taking off the sheet within seconds and hurrying to the door about to throw it open when it suddenly strikes him. ]

2/2

[glazedonutholes]

[ Was he... being manipulated?!

He stops with his hand at the door and instead rubs at his head where he'd hit the ground in his headlong rush to get the door. ]

You don't even like Legally Blonde.

[ So, how is that an unfortunate calamity? Tell him, Hakari, How?! ]

[tadanokusuriuri]

[He might not know Donut's favorite flower, but he DOES know some things he likes, after all. He pretends like he didn't hear, his wooden shoes clicking softly as he paces on the other side of the door.]

And on top of that... it's too much wine and chocolate for me.

And there will be no one to help me with this face mask.

What to do, what to do...

1/?

[glazedonutholes]

[ A gasp. ]

[glazedonutholes]

[ Wine and chocolate?!!!

AND FACE MASKS?!! ]

[ He looks back and forth at his flowers asking them what to do and they chirp back their response - Forgive. Forgive. ]

[glazedonutholes]

[ Donut is, of course, helpless against the double-team. ]

Y-you need to learn how to do things for yourself Hakari.

[ He wipes at his eyes, removing any tears gunk. ]

4/4

[glazedonutholes]

But... I'll help you out [ the door tentatively opens ] this once.

[tadanokusuriuri]

[There's a hint of relief, though the expression on his face doesn't change. He's sure that even Donut has to see through the pretense of his needing help, but if he sees it as an olive branch and is willing to take it, that's good, isn't it?]

[He turns to him, as if surprised to find him standing there, and smiles.]

My lord, you were there all along?

[He bows to him slightly, careful not to upset the basket he's carrying.]

If you would be... so generous as to aid me...

[glazedonutholes]

I was.

[ Said a little defiantly. ]

And you don't have to bow, only my friends bow to me.

[ No they don't, but he's being a child. ]

You better watch carefully and take notes because I'm not showing you again.

[ Someone is being bratty, but he just spent an hour crying his eyes out. Still, he'll take the basket. ]

Where do you want to do this?

[tadanokusuriuri]

Perhaps... the sitting room on the west side of the building, if I might be the one to suggest it?

[It's got a nice view of the garden in the evening, and the flowers always seem to make his god feel better.]