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17 / male / interested in: men / 6♠
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Prior to arriving here, I was a new demon applying myself to learn everything I could about Hell and its rules as well as demons and the games that they play among one another. Prior to that, I was human—a student in school.
Anything else you want to know about me, you will have to ask me yourself.
Regardless of whether I’m here or in Hell, my goal is the same: I want to learn everything I can about this place and its people, and then I want to utilize the rules and rewards of the Game to best benefit myself. I want to discover what it means to become “powerful” in this place, and I plan on collecting cards and climbing ranks in order to do so—and on my own terms.
Determination and adaptability.
I’m interested in anything thrilling, frightening, or mysterious. Beyond that, I’m willing to try any number of new things, though I typically tend to focus on whatever is capturing my interest at the time. As for food, I would say that my sweet tooth is comparatively underdeveloped—I tend to prefer savory food, though I would be happy to share sweets with another.
What’s most important to me is that it’s someone who accepts me and loves me for everything that I am.
…Though, if he’s attractive, that would certainly be a bonus.
Wine
.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES
…Neither
.03 SHOWER OR BATH
Bath
.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS
Seriously? Neither. This is kind of childish…
.05 TITS OR ASS
Depends
.06 COFFEE OR TEA
Either
.07 SPICY OR SWEET
Spicy
.08 SUMMER OR WINTER
Winter
.09 LEATHER OR LACE
Lace
10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX
Both have their place, I think…
INTJ-T
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I don’t know about that. I feel like I would be tempting the fates for you making more puns.
( he can’t take it, kazuya. if he hears too many of them, he cannot be held accountable for the violence he might attempt in retribution.
perhaps it doesn’t surprise him that kazuya answers that way—he seems like the kind of person who would take full advantage of the freedom that summer gives students their age. makoto looks thoughtful for a moment as he chews a bite of okonomiyaki. ) I think… if you can shrug off fire magic, you can probably avoid getting sunburned.
( he pauses once more. )
I don’t necessarily hate the heat, but… I think I prefer when it’s colder. So I would probably say autumn is my favorite. I like when things feel a little more… quiet, if that makes sense. ( … ) Do you think they even have seasons in this place? ( he knows there are portions of the resort that feign like being in the outdoors, but he gets the sense that those space are kind of… magically contrived, in a way. )
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[ It'd been a thing that started when he was human, but it ended up being a trait he'd kept. When it comes to the other elements though, he's definitely tolerant of them. Even more sturdy when it came to physical attacks too.
But that doesn't matter too much.]
Cooler weather is nice, but me and it historically haven't gotten along. I actually almost got frozen to death by a demon back home.
[ And it's notnan experience he's keen to repeat, even with his newfound tolerances. ]
I'm not sure though... pretty much everything here is indoors, yeah? I couldn't even tell you what season it is outside, if they have them at all.
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( so… more-than-resistant to fire, but perhaps a little wary of cold? even if it’s not necessarily a weakness of his physically, a mental weakness can be just as crippling of a shortcoming. concern creases at the edges of his expression, and he finishes slowly chewing the bite of gyudon he’d taken for himself before he observes calmly, ) You have a lot of stories like that, you know.
( nearly getting frozen to death, nearly getting impaled to death. you know. stuff like that. in comparison, makoto has to think his own experiences with demons in the last few months (of a distinctly different variety than the ones kazuya had had) are preferable in comparison. )
I’ve heard there are places in the resort which kind of simulate temperature and weather, but… yeah, I don’t think any part of it is actually outside. ( he frowns. that’s almost more alienating than the other strange things about this place; not having a sense of day or night, of the season, of time passing at all. for someone like him who wouldn’t continue to age physically, it seems oddly dangerous.
he sets his chopsticks down. the meal at this point is probably winding down, with the food not being altogether gone quite yet but soon enough. makoto sits back in his chair, taking a sip of tea; he gives kazuya a feline grin over its lip before asking, ) So, what do you think? Is this as suitably romantic as you’d hoped?
( he’s teasing—it’s not as though he had expected such a thing, given how their friendship is established. but kazuya is fun to tease. )
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[His sleeve, which he rolls up, showing a gnarly looking scar that's pretty faded by now. A long, sharp row of puncture wounds, definitely from some kind of fucked up animal, if anyone had to guess. No normal animal should have that many teeth!
But also, it's mostly so he can make that joke of having more up his sleeve... He even grins a little. Get it? Get it???]
And I wouldn't say it's been romantic... Interesting? I definitely feel like I know you a little better now.
[And... Hopefully Makoto feels the same way about him. Though Kazuya is already pretty free with information regarding himself, there's still more, still things he's not really comfortable talking about to anyone except maybe Makoto, because there's a part of him that feels like the other demon would just understand it, that there wouldn't really be any need to explain.
Though he's also the only one who knows his actual name, and the connotations behind it. Weiss might know it, but she doesn't know the implications of it simply because she wasn't from his world, didn't have that same mythology to learn.]
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scars have some fascination to him. besides the one on his neck, he’s not entirely certain this body of his scars properly—whatever injuries he sustains, so long as he sews them up and gives them time, it will just make itself whole again. though, to hearken back to their previous conversation… if he sewed something else onto himself, would the scar and stitches of that graft be visible? hm…
perhaps a little eager to change the subject from all of that, he chuckles. yeah, that’s the answer he prefers to hear; honestly, if kazuya had been seeking something too in-line with romance from him, he would be a lot more uncomfortable. he’d just been poking fun, as… dinner and movie dates tended to be things people think are “romantic,” right?
no, he far prefers what they have, even if it’s honestly new territory for him. his friendship with fjord hadn’t been something like this; there were some few similarities with what he and the other young demon had gone through, but nothing would change that makoto had been human and fjord never had been. kazuya presents a facsimile of something makoto never received while he was alive: a normal friend from someone who might’ve been a classmate, one who didn’t turn away from his strangeness. it was just as bracing, just as exciting, as it was frightening. he always fears gaining more of something, of anything—it just meant it would hurt more if it was lost. there are still so many things that could cause him to lose it, most of them locked away inside of him as ravening secrets ready to betray him as soon as they were loosed.
still. he doesn’t want to stop or turn away. the promise is too tantalizing. ) Yeah. I feel the same way. ( he pauses, tapping lightly on the tabletop. ) If… you ever want to know something about me, you can ask. I, ah… I might not be the best at answering. There’s a lot of things I’m not very good at putting into words. But, I want to try to be as honest as I can for you.
( the earnestness of it makes him feel vulnerable, and that makes him feel a little anxious, but he pushes through it. by this point, with the meal finished and payment squared away… )
Should we go?
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But he doesn't have time to dwell on it, Makoto twitches back like he'd been burned, almost. Strange, considering he made no move to stop the exploration of his scar, and he also makes no move to grab his hand to stop him from recoiling. Instead, with the arm, he leans his head into his hand to watch him, intrigued and fascinated all at once.
More so when he says that, even. That if Kazuya wants to know something about him, he's free to ask, even if he might not be able to answer.
He drums a free hand on the table, considering, and then just shakes his head. He'll get to know Makoto a little better, before he poses that particular question. ]
If I learn anything about you, I want it to be because you want to share it with me on your own, not because I asked. I appreciate the offer, though. And I promise it's not because I'm not curious about you, or your life or anything like that.
[He wants it to come up organically, for Makoto to share with him things that maybe he's not shared with anyone else.]
Speaking of that though... Wanna skip the movie this time? I think I'm having more fun just talking to you than watching a movie could ever provide.
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such a foolish thing to keep around in his mind after he’s already died, right? and yet it remains. he simply hasn’t “lived” long enough as a demon, separate from those people and their responses to him, to shore up a defense against it.
he tilts his head slightly, confused, when kazuya shakes his own; as he continues, however, his expression hollows out with something hard to define—something perplexed and exhilarated, all at the same time. his throat constricts, feeling raw. he swallows with some difficulty, pausing for a moment before giving a nod.
kazuya might not understand that what he asks of makoto here is perhaps the hardest thing someone could ask of him. to take it upon himself to reveal that which he had gone through any extent to try to hide, something he still isn’t convinced wouldn’t open a rift in their friendship he wouldn’t be able to bridge. could he ever be that courageous, when keeping things to himself is so much safer? even if sometimes the denial of some of the most pure expressions of himself feels so suffocating he can’t stand it—
he doesn’t know. it’s a lot to ask of him in such a short time; he’s only been here, aware of these other possibilities open to him, for a few weeks.
he blinks owlishly, a little slow to sift through the suggestion. ) Oh. ( his death-pale complexion colors somewhat, and he hesitates before nodding again. ) Y - Yeah, of course. We can always watch one some other time.
( even if they are both supposedly the type that only really watch movies to do so with the person they’re with. )
So, um… Where should we go next, then? ( he does recall what this date was supposed to prelude, but, well. this place tended to offer a bevy of options for things like that, unless kazuya wanted to just hang out some more. )
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[Though how much remains to be seen. But he's glad that Makoto doesn't take that comment to mean that Kazuya wants to end their date short. Sure, maybe going to the movie would have been easy, but it's not like they can talk at each other through it, or make stupid commentary in a theatre about the movie they pick. Kazuya rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, still grinning as Makoto looks at him like that, like he's torn between two things.]
For some reason, I keep losing my shirt out on the casino floor. I mean, it's only happened twice now, but twice is a little too much for my liking, you know? And I'm not confident it'd be in the lost and found... Intact, if you catch my drift.
[You cant trust the weirdos here!!! Who knows what they'd do to discarded clothing that people would otherwise like to retrieve at some point...
No, he'd rather not take that chance. But also, it opens him up to a little more teasing, so he'll try and get the first shot in teasing-wise, before Makoto can make commentary about how a pattern is forming, if he's lost his shirt twice. He offering Makoto his hand.]
We can hold hands though, if you want. A couples clothing adventure, maybe?
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but—he can figure that out. they can figure that out. )
I’m only a Four… I don’t think our rooms are that much bigger. ( if they’re bigger at all? threes are kept on the same halls as fours; he’s never looked inside to verify. he tends to keep the bed expanded to its “full” size, giving less room in the room but more room to sleep in. he prefers that, considering he mostly only sleeps in there anyway. )
You… You keep losing it? ( makoto is dubious to the point of disbelieving before something “clicks” in his head. okay, maybe he’s remembering their earlier conversation and how shit just keeps happening to kazuya. makoto doesn’t know how he’s managed to avoid a lot of the stranger effects of this place, in the food and otherwise, but it seems like kazuya has the opposite problem. he sighs. ) Okay. Yeah, I get it. ( he gives a small shake of his head, standing up from the table. ) We can swing by the Nest, sure. I, ah… I actually have also been meaning to pick up a few replacement shirts as well.
( shit. why did he say “replacement”?? he seems to bristle a little bit as he realizes this odd choice in diction; he doesn’t really want to say he’d had to throw a few out because he’d gotten irreparably soaked in blood. it hadn’t always been someone else’s. once, it had been his.
he glances down at the proffered hand and then looks back up to kazuya to shoot him a narrowed, “I see what you’re doing” sort of glare. but he takes it all the same, ) Alright, then. Let’s go, ( beginning to lead them out of Red Cardinal and through the resort toward where the Nest sprawls.
as he does so, he does venture: ) Do you think… going to your room instead might be possible?
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Kazuya gives his hand a squeeze, tugging playfully, but not demanding that Makoto keep up. In fact, Kazuya will keep pace with him instead, and swing their hands a few times. You know. Like lovers might.]
Yeah, I guess I kind of get a little overeager and end up taking it off when things are starting, and then just forget I've left it there.
[Brain empty. Full of repressed teenage hormones exacerbated by demonic urges. Surely Makoto knows how it is.
He does seem a little surprised as Makoto speaks, asks if going to Kazuya's room would be possible instead, and he nods, because why wouldn't it? Kazuya is, unfortunately, yet to understand just how much blood a human body actually has in it, though to be fair, his doesn't tend to leave messy stains.]
Sure. I don't mind at all. I just thought you might be more comfortable in your room, but if you'd rather mine, that works too.
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fortunately for kazuya, though, makoto both thinks he’s kinda funny and a weird little guy that he wants to study under a microscope. so it’s a little less inherently demeaning? regardless, he’s happy that kazuya is happy to keep pace with him; it’s not necessarily that makoto is taking his time, but his legs are inherently much shorter than kazuya’s are, so he would’ve had to hustle if kazuya were any less considerate. he glances at him with a wordless, questioning gaze as he swings their arms. probably something along the lines of, are you having fun? (but in the more snappy way, not the genuine and nice way.) truth be told, makoto isn’t really the “holding hands” type—he’d done it to magnify what he felt was the base-level goofiness of a “date” like this, but then kazuya had seemed to enjoy it, so… here they are.
(i’m sorry, kazuya, he’s just not normal and doesn’t appreciate simple, normal things or process human emotion correctly.)
he snorts. it’s less that kazuya has been getting overeager and permanently losing his clothing and more the fact that, ) On the casino floor? ( the sharpness in makoto’s voice… isn’t criticism or judgment. considering his history, he would certainly be the pot calling the kettle black in that instance. but it’s more… disbelief? maybe just because he gets taken out of things so quickly when he feels too exposed… he so much prefers privacy that it’s basically a necessity for him. )
Yeah, um… ( it’s just really not a normal swerve in conversation to say that you don’t want to fuck in your room because you are already anticipating things might get a little bloody and you don’t want to have to clean it or replace anything? especially after he’d asked to do it in kazuya’s room instead?? isn’t that just really selfish?? (yes.) when he thinks of it like that, he feels guilty about it. )
Maybe there are other rooms we could use…? I—I was just thinking if we, ah… got overeager, it might… I mean, I just don’t think I can afford replacing the sheets, but it’s not like you should have to either…
( his hand gets progressively clammier as he speaks. )
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You'd be surprised at how convincing some people can be. [And how convincing "Kiss Breast" can be on the sex dice. Or how convincing someone can be by way of you being incredibly drugged. Either or.
Makoto is right to believe things Just Keep Happening to Kazuya. Honestly, ever since the lockdown that's just don't stop happening to him, even here. Maybe one day he'll get a break.
(No he won't.)]
Overeager...?
[It takes him a moment to cotton on to the fact that Makoto does not mean with just sex, but also the likely outcome of them both being demons. And... what they'd discussed before.]
Oh! Uh, if it helps... My blood doesn't tend to make a mess? But yours probably does, doesn't it?
[He frowns, but it's more in contemplation than anything else. He doesn't want to have to risk Makoto fighting with housekeeping to get replacement sheets. Or even just buying some in general.]
It's alright. We can use my room. I don't mind cleaning up after everything.
[The cash to do so is not an issue, thanks to certain parties.]
cw: underage prostitution mention
( well, it’s sex, and considering how incentivized it is here, do they really need to be all that convincing? given how makoto had been living the last few months of his life prior to being brought here, he had rather enjoyed lapsing into the ease of not being expected to entertain multiple clients a day—well, you know, besides whatever wild escapades he might have gotten into since arriving in the resort, though they were relatively few and far between. they were also choices that makoto had made, individuals he had decided to take an interest in… given the fact that datenshou handles his schedule, it’s been the first time he’s had any choice in who he slept with since—J.
it’s why, despite the annoyances that come with living in this place, makoto still thinks he prefers his time here than to his time in hell. their desires and urges might be pushed and pulled, but the choices they make are ultimately their own. makoto likes that. having had so much taken away from him, he is both jealous and proud of everything he is and the choices he makes for himself.
if kazuya is embracing that as well… makoto would be happy for him. though, really, it sounds instead like he just keeps letting a truck back over him.
makoto starts to cringe away a little bit as kazuya works through what he means; the tips of his ears burn bright red, embarrassed. he’s about to take it back with a fumbling explanation before kazuya interrupts him with… more inexplicable bullshit. makoto turns sharply to face him, asking, ) What do you mean, “doesn’t make a mess?”
( yes, kazuya! his blood makes a mess, like normal blood does!!! what on earth is up with your weird demon king body this time!!
he ends up slumping, appreciative yet somewhat… defeated, in a weird way. ) … Thank you.
( they cross the resort to the portion of the complex where the stores are concentrated: the Nest. ignorant of kazuya’s sugar mommy situation (smh), he begins to wander in the direction of the more budget-conscious clothing boutiques—the clothes there were not as extravagant and not made of as fine of materials as others, but they’d seemed normal and suitable enough to makoto. )
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For once, this problem isn't just specific to him!
Kazuya gives a lopsided smile as he trails after Makoto through the store while carefully looking over clothes himself as he does, though he doesn't ever stray too far away from the other demon.]
Yeah... My blood kind of just... Disappears? After a few seconds? It's kind of handy because it doesn't make a mess or stick to my clothes or anything like that.
[Honestly, he'd also only guessed that Makoto's blood is still very messy because of how he'd phrased it... Overeager, on both of their parts. And it's not like Kazuya isn't eager either? Even now, there's a slow roll of delight rolling in his stomach, putting him in maybe a little too chipper of a mood.]
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there are many reactions to what kazuya just said that one might expect—alarm mingling with something which looks concerningly similar to disappointment isn’t exactly one of them. but of course it’s in his nature to be disappointed by something like that! it might be convenient to kazuya, but as inconvenient as it was to deal with in the aftermath, blood is… something of a fixation, an enjoyment that makoto often specifically pursued (for those who would let him). the color of it, the heat of it, the taste of it, the way it felt on his fingers and against his skin… it just seems like it would make a lot of things rather underwhelming if that blood just evaporated after a few seconds. and his expression reflects this more than he might have preferred.
ultimately he doesn’t even say anything, heaving a sigh and turning toward the shelves to pick through the clothes. he is more closely examining a black, button-up shirt with a collar when he does reply in a grinding tone, ) Well, good for you. Mine doesn’t.
( and it just tends to get everywhere. it’s specifically the wound at his neck—it tends to draw attention, and for better or for worse, makoto has found he rather likes it when people mess with it, and it just tends to bleed a lot. it’s embarrassing. )
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What you want the mess? [It's clear he does, and he'll even nudge Makoto playfully, leaning into him a little more than necessary.] Sorry I'm a disappointment to your desires for it. Maybe you can at least enjoy the novelty of it if you make a big enough mess? It'll take a little longer to disappear, the more there is of it.
[He's teasing, but it's hardly at Makoto for wanting the mess. He very much can understand that urge himself, though his is much, much newer.]
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( he’s not terribly convincing, though in truth he’s only half-lying, given how much an obstacle cleaning it up afterward has proven to be. it would certainly help alleviate whatever clean-up might have to be done! it makes him wonder: does kazuya have any sort of control over that? it’s a question that’s partially answered just as soon as it springs to makoto’s mind. yes, his gaze is drawn back towards kazuya as if telling him that making a big enough mess would prolong how long it would stick around, as if this is an answer that gives him a little more hope (because it does). but he seems to regret it as soon as it registers in his expression, and he looks away, partially in a huff, partially embarrassed, and partially ashamed. because, you know… the subtext of what they’re talking about is probably wounding kazuya pretty bad? even though he’s the one that brought it up??
it’s probably a little weird that they’re joking about this sort of thing, considering, but makoto certainly isn’t normal enough to notice. he groans a little in the back of his throat as kazuya leans into him. he replies in a half-mumble, ) No, it’s fine… We’re supposed to be starting slow, right?
( don’t tempt makoto too much, kazuya… his self-control isn’t perfect, you know.
he picks something else from another shelf—this one long-sleeved and more sweater-like, a warm and soft material in a deep maroon. he glances to kazuya. ) This is probably as much as I can afford for now. ( two shirts… ) See anything you like?
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[But he doesn't really sound sure of that. He's teasing because it also helps take the edge off the anticipation, the trepidation. It's not that he's worried Makoto could possibly hurt him past the point of no return, he doesn't have that, as far as he's aware anymore.
But also, Makoto seems... Excited for it? Excited for the mess, in a way that probably signifies he's into the blood aspect of it just as much as the inflicting of the wounds. It's a little hard to get a read on him, with how shifty and almost a little cagey he's being, and he opens his mouth to ask a question, though Makoto beats him to the punch first, and he nods slowly, taking his weight off Makoto so he can go through a few racks himself.]
Oh, yeah. There's a few shirts I think I'd like, though... Do you want me to get you something nice too? I've got the cash for it.
[Though he doubts the other demon is going to take him up on the offer. He's seems way to reluctant to take any sort of gift as it is.]
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he is hard to get a read on about this sort of thing by design, as he has spent basically every waking moment since puberty making sure that he wouldn’t let too many people on about this very subject. he is just a little more loose with kazuya, given their similarities, but… whenever he feels like he’s going a little too far, he retracts in panicked half-instinct. it’s hard to break so many years of having learned to do just that.
he is terse in the silence that marks his initial reply. kazuya might not mind riding on other’s coattails, but… there’s something about it that doesn’t sit well with him, even when offered. it’s a fierce and prideful independence, underlined by wariness in how others might attempt to control him by debts owed.
at least in this, it’s not really that big of a deal to shake his head and refuse. ) Thank you, but no. It’s alright. This is enough to replace the ones I had to throw out.
( though… his brow knits. ) Have you really been making that much money…? ( damn, kazuya… )
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[He's... getting laid, fairly frequently. And for some reason they pay you for that! Which is crazy, in his opinion, but also not that terrible when it seems like he's being dragged into it at almost every turn. Though maybe he could stand to be a little more wary of all the sweets he tends to consume, considering.
Well, it'll be something to think about the next time it becomes an issue, and he does look a little embarrassed by the fact that he does have a fairly large sum of cash.]
I play cards in the casino sometimes, and the payouts are pretty good there too, if you know what you're doing. [Which, he only barely does. He just kind of makes the hands that the other Bel demons who are way better at gambling tell him to make, and it works out extremely well in 99% of the hands he gets.
He's a filthy cheater, basically.]
I figured since I'm a pretty low rank, I'd have to give a little more to make sure that I get what I need, and it kind of works? More often than not, anyway.
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it’s something he’s personally fine with. makoto is the type to value his agency far higher than luxury and comforts; he’s flatly not materialistic. as long as he’s not struggling to feed or clothe himself (which he certainly isn’t, with a little careful budgeting), he’s fine.
that, and he’s supposedly been having a lot more luck with avoiding a lot of the aphrodisiacs that others have been complaining about? he would say maybe it’s some sort of demon immunity, but… clearly that’s not the case with kazuya.
he ends up shrugging. ) If you can get this place to work to your advantage, why not? It certainly seems like it makes things like this easier. ( it hadn’t even really been in his head that what he’d asked might come off as judgmental—it’d just occurred to him as a thought when faced with how different one’s funds actually ended up looking like. why the hell would he end up judging when he had been working explicitly towards learning how to use sex to manipulate other demons before being brought here?
given how uninterested he is in material goods, it comes as no surprise that makoto isn’t much of a shopper. he accompanies kazuya for whatever he wants to look at, but otherwise he’s ready to check out and go whenever. )
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And even then, he definitely has a set of spare clothes elsewhere. Which is the same elsewhere that the clothes he buys gets sent to as he pays for them, they disappear in a strange little fwip noise as he runs his hand over them. Just a few shirts, and another pair of pants, and then he turns to Makoto.]
Well... Shall we be off?
[Part of him wonders if maybe he shouldn't teleport both of them to his room, but he's also pretty unsure how Makoto would take it, that sort of power being used on him. Especially since he already seems to have a complex over his own lack thereof.]
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unless he was hungry to climb the ranks and regain that of king. though—wouldn’t ace technically be higher?
as sedate as makoto might seem in his pace, he would certainly say that his ultimate endgoal is to try to win and see what sort of power and prestige he might be able to wrangle from that success. he would have to admit that he feels less pressured with regards to time and circumstance because this place was quite a bit more comfortable and accommodating than hell was. but he is a demon and therefore immortal, so… it’s not like he is in any rush?
makoto is staring with open shock at the space where the things that kazuya had just bought were just a second ago when he turns and asks his question. he slowly drags his attention up to his friend, generally understanding what he’d done, but… man. some guys just have all the luck. he has no idea that such a power could also apply to teleporting individuals (he’s assuming it’s more of a hammerspace situation?), so he huffs a sigh. )
We’ll have to swing by my room first, so I can drop this off. ( he gestures with the bag of clothing he’d bought. some of us don’t have powers to help with that sort of thing.
but since they’re both on the same floor, it’s not like it will be much of a detour anyway. he leads the way, taking them in the direction of the elevator. )
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... Normally when he goes shopping with people, hes the designated bag boy.
But Makoto is already walking away, and he gives a sort of lurching start to catch the few steps between them up. ]
Do you want me to carry your stuff?
[ Again, he feels like he knows the answer, that Makoto will once more deny any sort of help, and honestly it's not like the shirts he's carrying are probably that heavy anyway, but... It feels odd, to not at least offer. ]
I'd offer to send them to your room, but I've never been, and don't know the layout.
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makoto turns to face kazuya as if he’d sprouted a second head (or perhaps something even weirder than that, given that probably wouldn’t be too weird for demons) at the suggestion. he might be the designated bag boy with other people, but, like… the bag probably weighs less than a pound, and he can carry it himself? what the hell?
a more logical portion of his brain understands that, once again, kazuya is asking this against common sense just so he can be nice. which is still weird and bizarre to makoto, but at least now, a month or so into living in the resort, he is more familiar with how people are just nice for no reason around here. so he doesn’t try to bite kazuya’s head off about it (which he might have done a month or so ago), instead just shaking his head. ) As pathetic and weak as I know I may seem, ( he replies, affecting a tone both grandiose and sarcastic, ) I think I’ll manage on my own.
( his further explanation is of slightly more interest. )
Is that what you just did? ( he frowns. ) Well, it’s probably for the best you see where my room is, then. Though I can’t imagine the layout is too different from your own.
( something which is proven after they go down the elevator into the basement. after a short navigation of the long hallways which house the rooms for the threes and fours, makoto stops by one in particular, swiping his Watch over its handle. it gives a confirming beep!, clicks as it unlocks, and gives them entry. he pushes through the door, holding it open for kazuya. )
You can come in, if you like.
( though there’s not much to see. the majority of the small, rectangular space is taken up by a carefully-made full-size bed—it could be converted to a twin to offer more floor space, but as he only really came in here to sleep, makoto kept it like this. there’s a bedside table to the side of the bed, and a short distance away on the opposite wall, there is a built-in desk alongside the sliding door of a closet. it’s very clean inside, though also rather empty besides a few borrowed library books on the bedside table. there are other belongings of his in the room, but he keeps them hidden in compartments built into the walls near the bed.
makoto sidles over to the closet, opening it and setting the bag inside to deal with later. closing it again, he muses aloud, ) …If this means you’re just going to drop off random stuff in here, though. ( he gives kazuya a sharp look. ) Don’t. ( he doesn’t want to be non-consensually given gifts… to his twisted little brain, it would feel oddly patronizing. )
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cw: underage prostitution mention
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cw: cannibalism mention
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cw blood and slight gore?
mildest gore, mildest blood.... cw: mentioned predation??? sort of
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cw: blood, gore, violence, slight cannibalism...
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🔞 cw: blood, violence
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🔞 cw: blood, gore, light vore, cannibalism mention...
cw: blood, gore, light vore, cannibalism mention + predation mentions...
🔞 cw: predation & suicide mention, gore, vore
🔞 cw: fucked up demons, honestly.
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🔞 cannibalism mention
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🔞 cannibalism/vore again...
vore, vore never changes
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