[SO. That sure was a lot of crazy shit, huh... Lots of death and dying and murder and the unwilling sharing of memories and other painful and unpleasant things, especially to people like them who just Do Not Do Well With Feelings.
Which is exactly why Kashuu doesn't sound any different than usual when he calls! At like, three in the morning, because of course he does.]
[ Souji’s of a mind to permanently ban feelings from now on, so this all works out just fine. He still takes a moment to respond though. Maybe it’s because the sound of Kashuu’s voice immediately Reminds him of things and mistaken memories and acting like a total butthead. ]
[Maybe Souji should stop acting like a total butthead and he won't have to worry about feeling weird Souji versions of regret and guilt later!!
But Kashuu takes this not outright rejection as practically an acceptance, apparently.]
They're like... cakes, but dense? And really thin instead of being all tall and fluffy. [...] They're good, okay? Sweet but not too sweet! And you can eat 'em with butter or syrup or fruit or whatever.
[ he doesn't have much of an appetite. but he's fond of sweets... also he keeps on forgetting to eat because the nocturnal lyfe is weird, so.
But going out to meet Kashuu... should be fine. It's not like they often talk about serious things if they can help it. They just end up in terrible situations and hug each other a lot. lord. But rejecting Kashuu's invitation might call unwanted attention to how Souji's really feeling....
He's not good at things like this.]
Alright. [ WILL HE REGRET THIS ] Since you're the one who asked, then that means you're paying, right?
[They can work there together one step at a time okay, it's fine, they'll be fine (okitagumi is never fine but this is fine!!!!)
Kashuu audibly perks up in response to the direct agreement, either way. Who knows why he's still so okay with spending time with Souji despite how disastrous their last meeting went...]
No way! It's the cute one who's supposed to get treated. [ie HIMSELF, duh.
But he'll send over a text with the address of this 24/7 pancake house, and then:]
[ kashuu's thirst for pancakes made him this way apparently.
Souji just snorts at that (rude) and hangs up like the rudeass he is!!! then he scrapes together the last few credits he has and then shuffles on out of the door to the 24/7 pancake house. He shows up looking a lot better than last time, not on the verge of having any hissy fits or breakdowns, or being followed by any weird spirits. small blessings.
He enters, looking around for Kashuu and then wrinkling his brow at the big pancake robot mascot instead. this night better not end with getting stabbed by a pancake. ]
WHAT MENTAL IMAGE DO YOU HAVE OF PURE INNOCENT ME WTF
THAT SAID, as soon as Souji enters the door, Kashuu looks up and waves from where he sits in a little tucked-away booth. He doesn't want to sit at a table, okay, he wants to lounge in comfort and stare dramatically out the window... Or make little bows out of the paper straw wrapper his milkshake came with, apparently.]
Good, you made it! I already put in an order, but you can have whatever else you want.
[Shoving a menu over to the opposite side of the table, where he's assuming Souji will park his rude ass.]
[ Souji parks his rude ass just where he's expected to park it, then picks up the cerealian ihop menu and stares at it like its wronged him in a past life or whatever. finally, he jabs at the least weird pancake item on the menu when asked and the waitress collects the menus and bustles away from the origami extraordinaire and the sketchy hobo.
Souji leaves his glass of water untouched, watching Kashuu make bows with a half-amused, half-i don't understand what you're doing but do I ever understand look. ]
I hope these pancakes are worth it.
[ because if not, then it's time for a-stabbing. ]
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a new july thread points at eyes points at u... voice!
Which is exactly why Kashuu doesn't sound any different than usual when he calls! At like, three in the morning, because of course he does.]
Wanna get pancakes?
[Hello.]
ugh what a good akisurprise
I don’t know what those are.
[ But it’s not an outright rejection. ]
THROWS BACK CLOAK DRAMATICALLY IN THE WIND
But Kashuu takes this not outright rejection as practically an acceptance, apparently.]
They're like... cakes, but dense? And really thin instead of being all tall and fluffy. [...] They're good, okay? Sweet but not too sweet! And you can eat 'em with butter or syrup or fruit or whatever.
i can't tell if ur a superhero or a supervillain
Hm.
[ he doesn't have much of an appetite. but he's fond of sweets... also he keeps on forgetting to eat because the nocturnal lyfe is weird, so.
But going out to meet Kashuu... should be fine. It's not like they often talk about serious things if they can help it. They just end up in terrible situations and hug each other a lot. lord. But rejecting Kashuu's invitation might call unwanted attention to how Souji's really feeling....
He's not good at things like this.]
Alright. [ WILL HE REGRET THIS ] Since you're the one who asked, then that means you're paying, right?
WHAT THE FUCK im a superhero of course?!
Kashuu audibly perks up in response to the direct agreement, either way. Who knows why he's still so okay with spending time with Souji despite how disastrous their last meeting went...]
No way! It's the cute one who's supposed to get treated. [ie HIMSELF, duh.
But he'll send over a text with the address of this 24/7 pancake house, and then:]
Meet you there in fifteen, 'kay?
more like a superLIAR
Souji just snorts at that (rude) and hangs up like the rudeass he is!!! then he scrapes together the last few credits he has and then shuffles on out of the door to the 24/7 pancake house. He shows up looking a lot better than last time, not on the verge of having any hissy fits or breakdowns, or being followed by any weird spirits. small blessings.
He enters, looking around for Kashuu and then wrinkling his brow at the big pancake robot mascot instead. this night better not end with getting stabbed by a pancake. ]
WHAT MENTAL IMAGE DO YOU HAVE OF PURE INNOCENT ME WTF
THAT SAID, as soon as Souji enters the door, Kashuu looks up and waves from where he sits in a little tucked-away booth. He doesn't want to sit at a table, okay, he wants to lounge in comfort and stare dramatically out the window... Or make little bows out of the paper straw wrapper his milkshake came with, apparently.]
Good, you made it! I already put in an order, but you can have whatever else you want.
[Shoving a menu over to the opposite side of the table, where he's assuming Souji will park his rude ass.]
ONLY THE TRUTH AND NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH
Souji leaves his glass of water untouched, watching Kashuu make bows with a half-amused, half-i don't understand what you're doing but do I ever understand look. ]
I hope these pancakes are worth it.
[ because if not, then it's time for a-stabbing. ]
GENTLY BURIES U GOOD BYE
You're the one who came out here. If it was really that much trouble, you coulda stayed home doing nothing, right?
[He knows you, Souji... He Knows.
But after a second of somewhat stilted silence, he'll at least try to ease the atmosphere a bit, nudging his glass forward.]
...Wanna try some of my milkshake?
thanks for being gentle
Souji looks even more petulant at this, and eyes Kashuu's peace offering with Suspicion even though it's just a milkshake. ]
Is it just milk?
i do my best
Nah, it's basically blended-up ice cream. This one's strawberry flavored.
[He may have gotten it just because the cute strawberries on the glass rim and its nice pink color called out to his sense of #aesthetic...]