( tatsuya wasn't one to create facts from imagination, nor was he one to weave tales, and come to estranged verdicts out of impressions alone. yet, somehow, he finds himself constantly wanting to come to a conclusion about others. especially, in a realm so far removed from his own.
especially, under the circumstances. it's... weird to think he'd be dwelling within a land so far removed from his blood. so far detached from his one link to his humanity and the only inkling of emotion he could feasibly feel. but—
regardless, tatsuya was an individual who flourished in adaptation. hence, it was only natural he fell into a pattern. into the usual drudgery of whatever actions needed to be taken. whatever precautions needed to be set out against. in this case, it was ... filling out an ice breaker for a new position in hell (or any other au idk help me)?? um??
there were questions jotted down on the paper. all seemingly innocuous? maybe this is even someone's idea of a prank. still. they're expected to finish it. filling each numbered line out; all about the person they've been fatefully paired with. the first of the set is written clearly: ) "What is your ideal type?" ( tatsuya reads it without hiccup. without indication of shame or abashment... actually, he looks damn deadpan. but, at least he's...
straightforward and direct?? come on, h-neun... provide the details??? )
( h-neun doesn't even have to pick up his paper to come to the conclusion that, whatever this is … is complete and absolute bs?? it doesn't help that their surroundings are reminiscent of an interrogation room, with no officer or anything alike to speak of; unless brimstone's trying to create their very own iteration of oksatan, there has to be some kind of point he's missing here.
(never mind that being around tatsuya is like some kind of eternal interrogation in of itself, but he digresses. to an extent, he's used to it.)
either way, h-neun's not going to be difficult if there's no point to— if anything, he'd rather fly under the radar. so …
he stares at tatsuya intensely. following a beat, )
Restricting yourself to one type gets pretty boring. ( in contrast to his demeanour just seconds ago, his answer his flippant, flourished with a light hum. he leans back— laces his hands behind his head to form a rest, and attempts to make himself as cozy as possible on what's probably a dollar store chair.
he figures they're going to be here for a while … and, just as that thought crosses his mind, there goes the sound of their sole exit being locked. fun times. )
I'd say serious types are the most fun to mess around with, though. ( might as well try and make this interesting?? ) Haha, the faces they make when they lose their cool isn't bad at all. ♪ ( he definitely has someone … or a few someones in mind when he says this, widespread grin in place. closing one eye while keeping one trained on his company, )
You didn't need to lock me up to ask me these things if you were interested, you know?
( straightforward and direct … right back at chu. )
he can't say he has the working familiarity with these breeds of individuals. it isn't like he isn't accustomed to comprehending the common level of thirst for other males breaching his general age range, but... still?? h-neun?? regardless, he listens "respectfully." almost dutifully, as he even jots down the specifics, writing h-neun's words down to a tee and without hiccup. almost robotic.
actually, it doesn't seem like there are much criticisms on his end, despite considering this behaviour unbecoming. or was unimaginable a better word? but, emotional constitutions aside: ) I see. ( he closes his eyes. ) I've noted both your concept of not being fond of being "tied down," as well as your personal preference for "serious types."
( he then, looks back at h-neun. ) Lock you up? ( this gets a brief exhale of humor from him. ) It seems you've misunderstood me. I would hardly resort to such brash methods. ( is that a curve of his lips? ) I prefer things a bit less convoluted. ( is this an off-handed joke or??? ) But, to answer the same question.
( miyuki comes to mind instinctively, but. ) I suppose I also can't be restricted to one type. ( or more like he's been purposely crafted into the purpose of being a "magician," and clearly has no room for the concept of romance, or even the fleeting sensations of affection. but, hey. to each their own??? )
( it's peculiar, to a degree. maybe. even inarguably so.
after all, there was an undeniable lapse somewhere. a sizeable rift in leaps of logic applied. ... at least, when it came to the precarious bond formed between chuya and himself. to begin with... tatsuya wasn't one to comprehend the intrinsic value of concepts as lofty and unreliable as 'friendship' or 'kinship' (or any vague semblance of a basic human 'relationship, really...). as far as he was concerned, they were merely "extras." something unnecessary and fairly easy to discard if the situation were to righteously call for it.
so it strikes him as being irregular, if not completely bizarre, that he's permitted (and this case, sought out) someone like chuya within arm's length of him. it wasn't as if he had any personal qualms against him as an individual. rather, tatsuya was incapable of crafting such emotional breadth...
however, it's the fact that chuya was so unpredictable and unreadable to him. so entirely opposite of him that tatsuya, in all genuine honesty, had difficulties in piecing apart his actions (and subsequent to that, in gathering his rationale). but, regardless of what he thinks, and purposely not including whether he considered him hostile or not...
it was true he as having a dilemma. one that chuya was conveniently there to rectify— ) You'll have to excuse my lack of knowledge. ( he averts his gaze briefly, his vision flickering to their surrounding instinctively. still, he continues... )
I am afraid I'm not very well-versed in fashion. ( especially, in hats....
and.. well, miyuki wants him (specifically, him...) to pick one out for her so?? does he ever say no?? )
You seemed like an expert in the field, so I'm rather relieved.
[ supposedly, he's here to help tatsuya pick a hat out for his sister.
... supposedly.
it's not that big of an issue, of course -- ozaki taught him all there is to know about women; their tastes, their preferences, their likes. he can pick something befitting a lady in five seconds flat, but... as far as chuya's concerned, tatsuya could bring his sister a piece of shit on a stick and she'd still be happy.
so, really, no effort is needed. instead, he decides to follow another one of his big sister's lessons: when someone has money, take it. and, it just so happens tatsuya agrees to pay for chuya, too, in return for his services. which definitely works in chuya's favor, because he loves hats, and he loves expensive hats even more. ]
Don't worry, don't worry. [ he'll even put on a smile for the kid, reaching up to pat him on the back. ] When it comes to fashion, feel free to rely on me.
[ as long as he gets something out of it, anyway?? ]
So, does she dress in any particular way? Did she ask for anything specific? [ he'll question this, but... in the meantime, he's definitely looking at the men's section, grabbing the first fedora hat that catches his eye and examining it closely. ]
( the pat on the back doesn't exactly take him off-guard, but it isn't exactly met without any surprise. but, as for an actual indication of it, there's none. his body language vaguely shifts, his shoulders still as stiff and his posture rigid, but he does seem a bit more tense. though, as always it's transitory. a shift, before he recovers. still as stoney-faced as ever.
his eyes follow chuya's movements, and of course... the clear fact he seems so much more involved with himself and his own purchases doesn't go without notice. but, as for actual care??? there's none. he seems to regard the situation all the same, as he gingerly tips his chin downwards in consideration. ) She's a lovely girl, and there is nothing that's ill-suited to her.
( he says it... with a straight face. one that was probably much too serious for the situation. enough where one couldn't even imagine it to be a joke. ... and it's not. ) As for specifics, she mentioned that anything would be fine as long as I picked it, however...
Since it's her long-awaited return gift, I thought it wouldn't do for me to simply choose without deeper consideration. ( maybe from valentine's day??? somehow, this is becoming so much more questionable. regardless, he gives a brief shake of his head. ) However, since that hardly acts as a start to our quest—
White. ( it almost comes out suddenly. but, well... white had always suited miyuki... and her fair skin. )
[ he's used to the kid's stoic mannerisms -- if anything, it's a refreshing change from the boisterous people he tends to spend his time around. still...
... certain comments tatsuya makes still manage to catch him off guard.
it's nothing chuya hasn't seen before, of course; being a mafia member... kind of desensitizes you to deranged relationships, actions and people. if anything, it's the way the brat sings praises that has a certain comedic value; with his tone and expression still as passive as ever. he's lucky chuya isn't judgemental (or rather, he doesn't care enough to judge.) ]
Yeah, yeah, whatever you say. [ he turns the hat in his hands, examining the price tag next. ... it's sufficiently expensive, he supposes.
nothing tatsuya can't handle. ]
White, huh? Let's see... since spring is coming, you should probably go for something light. A sun hat should be cute enough.
[ ugh... don't ever say it out loud unless you want chuya's face to twist in disgust... but anyway, he moves over to the women's section, picking up the first, white sun hat he sees and looking it over. it's pretty enough, with lace patterns covering the top, and in a moment of thought, he reaches up to put it on tatsuya's head, leaning back to examine his work.
or so, a normal, far more "adjusted" human being may have considered. unfortunately, such fleeting consideration is lost on tatsuya. null and voided. no matter how apathetic the other male was to his position, as long as he kept his end of the "bargain," the rest was inconsequential.
enough to roll off his proverbial shoulders, and it does...
moreover, if anything, he's just grateful that chuya seems fairly decisive in his decision-making process. there's no extraneous thought to it, and most of all, it doesn't require a heavier cost of his time. time he could readily be spending with miyuki (granted, she had her own obligations now), or training rigorously in tune with his regime. regardless— )
... ( he takes chuya's commentary to heart. he presumes someone with this much experience and... THIS MANY HATS???? would know what they were speaking of. besides, it seemed all ... sound and steady. until, he feels the light texture of the material brushing against the top of his head and...
he probably looks even more ridiculous if just bc he expression still hasn't changed at all!?!? but, well. ) I doubt measuring it against my face is a very accurate comparison. Though, people often mistake us for twins due to our age, our features couldn't be anymore different.
( after all, miyuki was fatally attractive. enough where it may even have been considered "standard" to find her beautiful. or so, tatsuya has concluded. ... and the light novel has stated so leave me alone??? but, well... as if to solidify and prove a point, he picks another from the same collection.
this one with a small floral bouquet on the side. though, that hardly matters when he's... placing it over chuya's hat. ah.
double hats???? um???? ... eventually, tatsuya shakes his head. this was a bad meme. )
[ he dismisses the other, again, this time accompanied by a small wave of his hand. ] Your hair color's at least similar, isn't it? That's the most important part.
[ plus, tatsuya looks ridiculous in a girly, flowery hat; especially since his face is just as dull and unexpressive as ever. that earns him a small snort; chuya makes sure to adjust the hat a bit, then takes a step back, head tipped to the side. ]
Yeah, dark hair makes for a good contrast. [ he nods, convinced -- and he's about to leave tatsuya to his own devices, now that he's got the general gist of what to look for (and go shop for himself), until.. there's a different hat on top of his hat? ]
Huh -- hey, don't get handsy. [ but it's totally fine for chuya to randomly pat tatsuya on the back... and put hats on his head... listen.
with a small sigh, he removes the floral hat from his head, then his own, then puts the sun hat on properly.
pfft. ]
Are you an idiot? You're not going to get a good estimate if you put a hat on top of a hat. [ smh. but he's just doing this for his own amusement, really; if tatsuya doesn't resemble his sister, then chuya definitely doesn't, either. ]
( there... is a lot tatsuya could proffer in terms of a working rejoinder, and yet, he finds it rather in-conductive to actually begin formulating one. hence, he stands there. tight-lipped, as if pondering his next course of action. though, that doesn't mean he's blind-sighted to chuya's expression of humor.
which, leads... tatsuya into his own form of a "joke." though, jokes never really worked well with his lack of contentious energy. ) ... handsy? ( he looks back down towards chuya, before cracking a subtle smile; just the corners of his lips turning upwards as he speaks. ) Are you that conscious of others?
Though, perhaps that's not at all surprising considering you appear to have an aura of someone who easily attracts attention. ( as if correcting himself, he continues. ) That's far from negative, however. Compared to someone like me without any real notable characteristics, you could say it's impressive. ( this may fall in tune with his usual habits of being a bit self-deprecating... but, despite saying that, he knows his own mundane appearance was a plus on his end. at least in regards to his own specific devices. part of disguise, one could say. a part of being able to blend and meld into the monotonous sea of indistinguishable faces. still, continuing— )
I am sure even those of the same gender find it difficult to leave you alone. ( aka, he's kidding?? ... he may have long monogloues of dudes and how perfectly muscular and built they are, but that doesn't mean anything okay. they're just observations, and even now...
he releases a sigh. ) This is the first I've been called that. ( an idiot, that is. it's a strange feeling.
or as much feeling he can muster. he shakes his head. ) What do you propose I do? I don't exactly have a model.
[ the first thing that comes to his mind is: if this is how tatsuya compliments people, it's no wonder he's stuck with his sister. the second... is that he's not nearly as bothered (nor touched) by the words as he probably should be; it's nothing he hasn't heard before, surprisingly enough.
reaching up, he takes the hat off his own head, turning it between his fingers absentmindedly. ]
Are you mocking me? Or is that some sort of complicated, far-fetched way to compliment my looks? [ with a sneer, he places the hat on top of the one on tatsuya's head, waving him off afterwards. ] If you wanna get anywhere, you need to work on your game, brat.
[ he appears almost amused; tatsuya's lack of ability to fit within certain societal norms is amusing, if not a little irritating, only because it reminds him of his rival.
though, this guy is far less annoying, all things considered. and he's definitely not a player -- chuya detests these. ]
What, an idiot? Isn't it because you only hang out with one person? [ and chuya's sure miyuki wouldn't call her brother an idiot. even though he is, evidently, an idiot.
it's okay, though, because chuya is here to once again clear up his doubts. ]
You have an imagination, don't you? I'm sure you can recall your sister's face easily enough. [ or did being empty inside mean no ability to recall images? ] Just don't get any weird ideas.
[ they're in public. and in the middle of a store. ]
( while it isn't entirely inaccurate to state that tatsuya's words had a tendency to ... appear sarcastic or derisive, it couldn't be further from his true nature. ... or well, at least his modest intentions in this case. which is why he looks a bit curiously at chuya at the mention of "mockery." ... could it be taken like that? he wonders before defaulting back to his usual composed expression. ) It appears my compliment was insufficient.
Or rather— ( he gives a motion akin to a shrug. .. granted, subdued like most of his physical motions seem to be. ) I couldn't effectively win you over with the level of my words alone. ( but, if someone squints, they could see tatsuya seems to regard some semblance of humor to the situation. ) It's difficult to ... ( win over someone who seems so cynical, or so he was about to say but...
"just don't get any weird ideas." ) As you've said, I have no issues in remembering her face. However, it seems to me that the issue here is something else. To be honest, I'm not quite sure what you're expecting of me. Are there any "weird ideas" to get from recalling my sister's appearance?
( bc he's not capable of those, either???? but, with that, he reaches upwards...
taking both hats off and placing them both side by side in front of him. hm...
but, with no decisive answer, he turns back to chuya. as if waiting for his response on the topic of incest??? ) ...?
( spending his days leisurely, especially in substitution for actually plugging away at numbers in their vaults/accounts, or delegating between families... was always its own brand of gratification. naturally, this was only doubled in the case that he's managed to shoulder some grunt work upon axel.
always with excuses. always with verbal stunts and subtle acts of deceit. not that this... actually permits him the leeway to get away with it, but well, garnering axel's distaste was always its own form of a reward...
regardless, today wasn't simply about that. today was a day that was meant to be spent... spending, basically. he's managed to strike yet another deal with the grimm family, and with that, garner some extra pocket money. while normally.... "normally" this might have entered the range of being aptly inserted into the oz family's riches... kyrie wasn't exactly about behaving in accordance to social norms (or basic... moral planes, honestly).
so he's decided to go on a bit of a personal expedition. an event in unwinding... in style. aka, he's now examining the contents of the nearest hatter??? as if on cue, he reaches an arm out; neatly and tidily about to pick up a certain... fedora hat that catches his eye.
only, he's not alone? his hand... manages to meet another's. while this could very well lead him to empty the contents of the nearest vase on this disobedient hand, he decisively goes for a different course of action. the peaceful route, as he would label it. his voice calm and his posture ever poised: ) Ah— that's strange. It appears this store may have an infestation problem. ( he says it loosely. capriciously almost. )
To believe there'd be bugs on their products. ( um... )
[ as a lover of all things expensive, chuya spends... a considerable amount of time shopping. it's almost a habit, by now; being surrounded by luxuries is only befitting of a high-ranked mafia member, after all, and he's never been particularly careful when it comes to spending (especially when the money doesn't belong to him.)
getting a new hat almost every week is sort of a given. he takes pride in his collection -- and the fact that it keeps expanding, even after all this time. so, there he is, about to let it grow even further... before two gloved hands meet awkwardly, his gaze wandering to the man standing next to him.
ugh. ]
... huh? What the fuck did you say? [ he's not stupid -- he knows the other is insulting him? and, unfortunately for kyrie... chuya has a very short fuse.
it'd be weird to use an ability right here, in the store, but that doesn't stop him from reaching straight for kyrie's collar, dragging the man down to his level. ] Wanna repeat that? Oh, but before you do, keep in mind that you might not have a head to wear that hat on afterwards.
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tatsuya shiba / mahouka
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h-neun / valvrave
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especially, under the circumstances. it's... weird to think he'd be dwelling within a land so far removed from his blood. so far detached from his one link to his humanity and the only inkling of emotion he could feasibly feel. but—
regardless, tatsuya was an individual who flourished in adaptation. hence, it was only natural he fell into a pattern. into the usual drudgery of whatever actions needed to be taken. whatever precautions needed to be set out against. in this case, it was ... filling out an ice breaker for a new position in hell (or any other au idk help me)?? um??
there were questions jotted down on the paper. all seemingly innocuous? maybe this is even someone's idea of a prank. still. they're expected to finish it. filling each numbered line out; all about the person they've been fatefully paired with. the first of the set is written clearly: ) "What is your ideal type?" ( tatsuya reads it without hiccup. without indication of shame or abashment... actually, he looks damn deadpan. but, at least he's...
straightforward and direct?? come on, h-neun... provide the details??? )
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(never mind that being around tatsuya is like some kind of eternal interrogation in of itself, but he digresses. to an extent, he's used to it.)
either way, h-neun's not going to be difficult if there's no point to— if anything, he'd rather fly under the radar. so …
he stares at tatsuya intensely. following a beat, )
Restricting yourself to one type gets pretty boring. ( in contrast to his demeanour just seconds ago, his answer his flippant, flourished with a light hum. he leans back— laces his hands behind his head to form a rest, and attempts to make himself as cozy as possible on what's probably a dollar store chair.
he figures they're going to be here for a while … and, just as that thought crosses his mind, there goes the sound of their sole exit being locked. fun times. )
I'd say serious types are the most fun to mess around with, though. ( might as well try and make this interesting?? ) Haha, the faces they make when they lose their cool isn't bad at all. ♪ ( he definitely has someone … or a few someones in mind when he says this, widespread grin in place. closing one eye while keeping one trained on his company, )
You didn't need to lock me up to ask me these things if you were interested, you know?
( straightforward and direct … right back at chu. )
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he can't say he has the working familiarity with these breeds of individuals. it isn't like he isn't accustomed to comprehending the common level of thirst for other males breaching his general age range, but... still?? h-neun?? regardless, he listens "respectfully." almost dutifully, as he even jots down the specifics, writing h-neun's words down to a tee and without hiccup. almost robotic.
actually, it doesn't seem like there are much criticisms on his end, despite considering this behaviour unbecoming. or was unimaginable a better word? but, emotional constitutions aside: ) I see. ( he closes his eyes. ) I've noted both your concept of not being fond of being "tied down," as well as your personal preference for "serious types."
( he then, looks back at h-neun. ) Lock you up? ( this gets a brief exhale of humor from him. ) It seems you've misunderstood me. I would hardly resort to such brash methods. ( is that a curve of his lips? ) I prefer things a bit less convoluted. ( is this an off-handed joke or??? ) But, to answer the same question.
( miyuki comes to mind instinctively, but. ) I suppose I also can't be restricted to one type. ( or more like he's been purposely crafted into the purpose of being a "magician," and clearly has no room for the concept of romance, or even the fleeting sensations of affection. but, hey. to each their own??? )
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chuya nakahara | bungou stray dogs.
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after all, there was an undeniable lapse somewhere. a sizeable rift in leaps of logic applied. ... at least, when it came to the precarious bond formed between chuya and himself. to begin with... tatsuya wasn't one to comprehend the intrinsic value of concepts as lofty and unreliable as 'friendship' or 'kinship' (or any vague semblance of a basic human 'relationship, really...). as far as he was concerned, they were merely "extras." something unnecessary and fairly easy to discard if the situation were to righteously call for it.
so it strikes him as being irregular, if not completely bizarre, that he's permitted (and this case, sought out) someone like chuya within arm's length of him. it wasn't as if he had any personal qualms against him as an individual. rather, tatsuya was incapable of crafting such emotional breadth...
however, it's the fact that chuya was so unpredictable and unreadable to him. so entirely opposite of him that tatsuya, in all genuine honesty, had difficulties in piecing apart his actions (and subsequent to that, in gathering his rationale). but, regardless of what he thinks, and purposely not including whether he considered him hostile or not...
it was true he as having a dilemma. one that chuya was conveniently there to rectify— ) You'll have to excuse my lack of knowledge. ( he averts his gaze briefly, his vision flickering to their surrounding instinctively. still, he continues... )
I am afraid I'm not very well-versed in fashion. ( especially, in hats....
and.. well, miyuki wants him (specifically, him...) to pick one out for her so?? does he ever say no?? )
You seemed like an expert in the field, so I'm rather relieved.
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... supposedly.
it's not that big of an issue, of course -- ozaki taught him all there is to know about women; their tastes, their preferences, their likes. he can pick something befitting a lady in five seconds flat, but... as far as chuya's concerned, tatsuya could bring his sister a piece of shit on a stick and she'd still be happy.
so, really, no effort is needed. instead, he decides to follow another one of his big sister's lessons: when someone has money, take it. and, it just so happens tatsuya agrees to pay for chuya, too, in return for his services. which definitely works in chuya's favor, because he loves hats, and he loves expensive hats even more. ]
Don't worry, don't worry. [ he'll even put on a smile for the kid, reaching up to pat him on the back. ] When it comes to fashion, feel free to rely on me.
[ as long as he gets something out of it, anyway?? ]
So, does she dress in any particular way? Did she ask for anything specific? [ he'll question this, but... in the meantime, he's definitely looking at the men's section, grabbing the first
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his eyes follow chuya's movements, and of course... the clear fact he seems so much more involved with himself and his own purchases doesn't go without notice. but, as for actual care??? there's none. he seems to regard the situation all the same, as he gingerly tips his chin downwards in consideration. ) She's a lovely girl, and there is nothing that's ill-suited to her.
( he says it... with a straight face. one that was probably much too serious for the situation. enough where one couldn't even imagine it to be a joke. ... and it's not. ) As for specifics, she mentioned that anything would be fine as long as I picked it, however...
Since it's her long-awaited return gift, I thought it wouldn't do for me to simply choose without deeper consideration. ( maybe from valentine's day??? somehow, this is becoming so much more questionable. regardless, he gives a brief shake of his head. ) However, since that hardly acts as a start to our quest—
White. ( it almost comes out suddenly. but, well... white had always suited miyuki... and her fair skin. )
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... certain comments tatsuya makes still manage to catch him off guard.
it's nothing chuya hasn't seen before, of course; being a mafia member... kind of desensitizes you to deranged relationships, actions and people. if anything, it's the way the brat sings praises that has a certain comedic value; with his tone and expression still as passive as ever. he's lucky chuya isn't judgemental (or rather, he doesn't care enough to judge.) ]
Yeah, yeah, whatever you say. [ he turns the hat in his hands, examining the price tag next. ... it's sufficiently expensive, he supposes.
nothing tatsuya can't handle. ]
White, huh? Let's see... since spring is coming, you should probably go for something light. A sun hat should be cute enough.
[ ugh... don't ever say it out loud unless you want chuya's face to twist in disgust... but anyway, he moves over to the women's section, picking up the first, white sun hat he sees and looking it over. it's pretty enough, with lace patterns covering the top, and in a moment of thought, he reaches up to put it on tatsuya's head, leaning back to examine his work.
... not bad. ]
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or so, a normal, far more "adjusted" human being may have considered. unfortunately, such fleeting consideration is lost on tatsuya. null and voided. no matter how apathetic the other male was to his position, as long as he kept his end of the "bargain," the rest was inconsequential.
enough to roll off his proverbial shoulders, and it does...
moreover, if anything, he's just grateful that chuya seems fairly decisive in his decision-making process. there's no extraneous thought to it, and most of all, it doesn't require a heavier cost of his time. time he could readily be spending with miyuki (granted, she had her own obligations now), or training rigorously in tune with his regime. regardless— )
... ( he takes chuya's commentary to heart. he presumes someone with this much experience and... THIS MANY HATS???? would know what they were speaking of. besides, it seemed all ... sound and steady. until, he feels the light texture of the material brushing against the top of his head and...
he probably looks even more ridiculous if just bc he expression still hasn't changed at all!?!? but, well. ) I doubt measuring it against my face is a very accurate comparison. Though, people often mistake us for twins due to our age, our features couldn't be anymore different.
( after all, miyuki was fatally attractive. enough where it may even have been considered "standard" to find her beautiful. or so, tatsuya has concluded. ... and the light novel has stated so leave me alone??? but, well... as if to solidify and prove a point, he picks another from the same collection.
this one with a small floral bouquet on the side. though, that hardly matters when he's... placing it over chuya's hat. ah.
double hats???? um???? ... eventually, tatsuya shakes his head. this was a bad meme. )
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[ he dismisses the other, again, this time accompanied by a small wave of his hand. ] Your hair color's at least similar, isn't it? That's the most important part.
[ plus, tatsuya looks ridiculous in a girly, flowery hat; especially since his face is just as dull and unexpressive as ever. that earns him a small snort; chuya makes sure to adjust the hat a bit, then takes a step back, head tipped to the side. ]
Yeah, dark hair makes for a good contrast. [ he nods, convinced -- and he's about to leave tatsuya to his own devices, now that he's got the general gist of what to look for (and go shop for himself), until.. there's a different hat on top of his hat? ]
Huh -- hey, don't get handsy. [ but it's totally fine for chuya to randomly pat tatsuya on the back... and put hats on his head... listen.
with a small sigh, he removes the floral hat from his head, then his own, then puts the sun hat on properly.
pfft. ]
Are you an idiot? You're not going to get a good estimate if you put a hat on top of a hat. [ smh. but he's just doing this for his own amusement, really; if tatsuya doesn't resemble his sister, then chuya definitely doesn't, either. ]
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which, leads... tatsuya into his own form of a "joke." though, jokes never really worked well with his lack of contentious energy. ) ... handsy? ( he looks back down towards chuya, before cracking a subtle smile; just the corners of his lips turning upwards as he speaks. ) Are you that conscious of others?
Though, perhaps that's not at all surprising considering you appear to have an aura of someone who easily attracts attention. ( as if correcting himself, he continues. ) That's far from negative, however. Compared to someone like me without any real notable characteristics, you could say it's impressive. ( this may fall in tune with his usual habits of being a bit self-deprecating... but, despite saying that, he knows his own mundane appearance was a plus on his end. at least in regards to his own specific devices. part of disguise, one could say. a part of being able to blend and meld into the monotonous sea of indistinguishable faces. still, continuing— )
I am sure even those of the same gender find it difficult to leave you alone. ( aka, he's kidding?? ... he may have long monogloues of dudes and how perfectly muscular and built they are, but that doesn't mean anything okay. they're just observations, and even now...
he releases a sigh. ) This is the first I've been called that. ( an idiot, that is. it's a strange feeling.
or as much feeling he can muster. he shakes his head. ) What do you propose I do? I don't exactly have a model.
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reaching up, he takes the hat off his own head, turning it between his fingers absentmindedly. ]
Are you mocking me? Or is that some sort of complicated, far-fetched way to compliment my looks? [ with a sneer, he places the hat on top of the one on tatsuya's head, waving him off afterwards. ] If you wanna get anywhere, you need to work on your game, brat.
[ he appears almost amused; tatsuya's lack of ability to fit within certain societal norms is amusing, if not a little irritating, only because it reminds him of his rival.
though, this guy is far less annoying, all things considered. and he's definitely not a player -- chuya detests these. ]
What, an idiot? Isn't it because you only hang out with one person? [ and chuya's sure miyuki wouldn't call her brother an idiot. even though he is, evidently, an idiot.
it's okay, though, because chuya is here to once again clear up his doubts. ]
You have an imagination, don't you? I'm sure you can recall your sister's face easily enough. [ or did being empty inside mean no ability to recall images? ] Just don't get any weird ideas.
[ they're in public. and in the middle of a store. ]
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Or rather— ( he gives a motion akin to a shrug. .. granted, subdued like most of his physical motions seem to be. ) I couldn't effectively win you over with the level of my words alone. ( but, if someone squints, they could see tatsuya seems to regard some semblance of humor to the situation. ) It's difficult to ... ( win over someone who seems so cynical, or so he was about to say but...
"just don't get any weird ideas." ) As you've said, I have no issues in remembering her face. However, it seems to me that the issue here is something else. To be honest, I'm not quite sure what you're expecting of me. Are there any "weird ideas" to get from recalling my sister's appearance?
( bc he's not capable of those, either???? but, with that, he reaches upwards...
taking both hats off and placing them both side by side in front of him. hm...
but, with no decisive answer, he turns back to chuya. as if waiting for his response on the topic of incest??? ) ...?
fedora au pt. 2
always with excuses. always with verbal stunts and subtle acts of deceit. not that this... actually permits him the leeway to get away with it, but well, garnering axel's distaste was always its own form of a reward...
regardless, today wasn't simply about that. today was a day that was meant to be spent... spending, basically. he's managed to strike yet another deal with the grimm family, and with that, garner some extra pocket money. while normally.... "normally" this might have entered the range of being aptly inserted into the oz family's riches... kyrie wasn't exactly about behaving in accordance to social norms (or basic... moral planes, honestly).
so he's decided to go on a bit of a personal expedition. an event in unwinding... in style. aka, he's now examining the contents of the nearest hatter??? as if on cue, he reaches an arm out; neatly and tidily about to pick up a certain...
fedorahat that catches his eye.only, he's not alone? his hand... manages to meet another's. while this could very well lead him to empty the contents of the nearest vase on this disobedient hand, he decisively goes for a different course of action. the peaceful route, as he would label it. his voice calm and his posture ever poised: ) Ah— that's strange. It appears this store may have an infestation problem. ( he says it loosely. capriciously almost. )
To believe there'd be bugs on their products. ( um... )
i want this to die
getting a new hat almost every week is sort of a given. he takes pride in his collection -- and the fact that it keeps expanding, even after all this time. so, there he is, about to let it grow even further... before two gloved hands meet awkwardly, his gaze wandering to the man standing next to him.
ugh. ]
... huh? What the fuck did you say? [ he's not stupid -- he knows the other is insulting him? and, unfortunately for kyrie... chuya has a very short fuse.
it'd be weird to use an ability right here, in the store, but that doesn't stop him from reaching straight for kyrie's collar, dragging the man down to his level. ] Wanna repeat that? Oh, but before you do, keep in mind that you might not have a head to wear that hat on afterwards.