I appreciate it a lot. I was worried I was going to have to try to get rid of these clothes...
( ...and not seem like a total serial killer in the process... )
He's okay, he didn't get hurt or anything. He's... never lost a battle yet. I think it tired him out, though. He's been asleep for awhile...
( Migi's a terrifying little alien hand! He'll fuck you up good! But... oh my god, Natsume. That's absolutely horrifying to think about; Shinichi is Very Concerned. )
How old were you when they first started chasing you?
No, no, we can definitely salvage them. You'd run out of clothes in no time if you had to throw them away any time they got bloody, I imagine. Can you tell if they're torn or anything?
[In his oddly pragmatic way, Natsume...likes Migi. He's very strange and alien and doesn't think like a human, but Natsume is used to that. Plus it's reassuring to know that Shinichi has something so...savage and unbeatable watching his back.]
That's good, then. You should probably both rest, though, even if you didn't really do much of the fighting.
Well, I've always been able to see them, but they didn't start bothering me until after I moved out of my father's house. [That's a very roundabout way of saying the answer: after his parents died, when he was four.]
( "We", Natsume says. Even if it's a simple word, it.... means a lot to hear it. It's someone else who knows the truth about him, who he can talk to about all of this.... Someone who can help. Even if it's something like getting the blood out of his clothes. )
I don't think anything's torn; I just got kind of... splattered... But I guess I should probably start learning stuff like sewing, huh. Just in case.
( It'd probably be a good skill to have now that his life involves getting roughed up like this... )
Yeah, you're probably right. I want to take the world's longest shower ever before passing out, but Migi hates water so they have to be quick...
( No hour-long relaxing baths for Shinichi, sadly. But that next part, though.... Oh. It's terrifying enough dealing with his own things, but that started happening so freshly for Shinichi; he's seventeen years old, closer to a man than a boy. But to have dealt with something like youkai so young.... )
You were... really little. That must have been so scary. Did you even have anybody you could talk to about it?
I could teach you. If you'd like. It's pretty simple, really, once you get the hang of it. [Natsume is, as always, cautious of coming on too strong. The giddy relief of having someone who not only believes him, but who understands keeps threatening to sweep him away, and he has to reel his eagerness in. He wouldn't blame Shinichi at all for being unsure, for wanting more distance. He wouldn't be the first or the last, and Natsume is too convinced of his own inherent lack of worth to question whether or not he's the problem. He is.
But he doesn't want to be. He wants to be helpful, he wants to get blood out of Shinichi's clothes and commiserate about the strangeness that haunts them both. He wants this -- whatever it is, acquaintance, friendship to last. He wants it so badly it aches.]
He doesn't like water? That...must make life on Earth inconvenient. You can't let him, um...be out of the water during? [Then again, holding one arm outside the shower curtain probably leads to puddles and the potential of slipping...bad idea.
Another constant with Natsume: quickly backing away from any discussion of his own life, his trials or hardships or, most evidently, his past.] I'm really very used to it by now. Most of the time I barely notice things unless they try to bother me. I try not to let on that I can see or hear things -- it tends to upset people and they think I'm trying to scare them or making things up.
[The answer hidden in that: no. No, he never had anyone to tell. Nobody who believed him.]
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I appreciate it a lot. I was worried I was going to have to try to get rid of these clothes...
( ...and not seem like a total serial killer in the process... )
He's okay, he didn't get hurt or anything. He's... never lost a battle yet. I think it tired him out, though. He's been asleep for awhile...
( Migi's a terrifying little alien hand! He'll fuck you up good! But... oh my god, Natsume. That's absolutely horrifying to think about; Shinichi is Very Concerned. )
How old were you when they first started chasing you?
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[In his oddly pragmatic way, Natsume...likes Migi. He's very strange and alien and doesn't think like a human, but Natsume is used to that. Plus it's reassuring to know that Shinichi has something so...savage and unbeatable watching his back.]
That's good, then. You should probably both rest, though, even if you didn't really do much of the fighting.
Well, I've always been able to see them, but they didn't start bothering me until after I moved out of my father's house. [That's a very roundabout way of saying the answer: after his parents died, when he was four.]
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I don't think anything's torn; I just got kind of... splattered...
But I guess I should probably start learning stuff like sewing, huh. Just in case.
( It'd probably be a good skill to have now that his life involves getting roughed up like this... )
Yeah, you're probably right. I want to take the world's longest shower ever before passing out, but Migi hates water so they have to be quick...
( No hour-long relaxing baths for Shinichi, sadly. But that next part, though.... Oh. It's terrifying enough dealing with his own things, but that started happening so freshly for Shinichi; he's seventeen years old, closer to a man than a boy. But to have dealt with something like youkai so young.... )
You were... really little.
That must have been so scary. Did you even have anybody you could talk to about it?
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But he doesn't want to be. He wants to be helpful, he wants to get blood out of Shinichi's clothes and commiserate about the strangeness that haunts them both. He wants this -- whatever it is, acquaintance, friendship to last. He wants it so badly it aches.]
He doesn't like water? That...must make life on Earth inconvenient. You can't let him, um...be out of the water during? [Then again, holding one arm outside the shower curtain probably leads to puddles and the potential of slipping...bad idea.
Another constant with Natsume: quickly backing away from any discussion of his own life, his trials or hardships or, most evidently, his past.] I'm really very used to it by now. Most of the time I barely notice things unless they try to bother me. I try not to let on that I can see or hear things -- it tends to upset people and they think I'm trying to scare them or making things up.
[The answer hidden in that: no. No, he never had anyone to tell. Nobody who believed him.]