The views he held when it came to the bodies of the deceased were definitely odd for most in this era, most viewed the vessels of the dead as impure and foul things, but to him they were nothing more than human, just as he was, just as the man before him was, they all had hearts in their chests, lungs beneath their ribs, though he would argue about them all having brains with some he had met over the years. Maybe that was why he valued the manβs companionship, even knowing of the carnage that trailed behind him like a mourning shroud, the like mindedness, the kindness, the integrity, those nights had chased away the insecurity that had lingered deep within his mind, chased away the feeling that he did not belong.
Those nights together had always been something he looked forward to, even if he would not admit it aloud, he would always get stuck with that same dorky grin and he blabbered on and on about something he had read or something odd he had found in their latest cadaver.
The tenderness of the manβs words had stilled him for a moment, his breath catching in the back of his throat for just a fraction of a second. Adore. He liked the word, he liked how it spilled past the other manβs lips like sinner whispering their admissions in confessional. However, he perked up as the dark-haired man broke the silence, his gaze snapping to the manβs hands as he picked up the severed limb, it was touching that even now Shu-kun was thoughtful of him and his work.
βThank you, you know, you would make an excellent assistant, Shu,β he mused, laughing a bit to himself as he shifted, his feet shuffling along the floor as he made his way to a small closet in to the side- he always kept a change of clothes on hand, while the blood did not bother him, he didnβt exactly wish to go out soaked in gore, especially if he was needed for more official matters. The man was quick to shed the outer layers of his robes, though before he redressed he took the time to neatly fold the soiled linens, only pausing a second as he was complimented. The man had a sparkle in his eye as he turned his gaze towards his dear friend, a shit eating grin pulling at the corners of his lips, his attitude was not one of arrogance, but of a genuine warmth that bloomed in his chest as a result of the kind words.
βRepetition and some encouragement were key, there is always room for one to improve ones skillsβ¦speaking of,β the blond straightened his posture as he finished adjusting the fresh set of robes, his slender fingers, scarred from slipped scalpels and misplaced needles, slid over his kataginu, adjusting the fabric. βIt seems as if we are both stuck on kitchen duty tonight, the others say my culinary skills could use some improvement,β he huffed, pursing his lips as he half snatched his book up from one of the tabled that adorned the wall opposite to the entrance.
His cooking wasβ¦horrendous, even more so than the human-briny concoction that the second ranked Asaemon stood beside, it seemed his knack for medicines did not translate well into food.
Fuchi was quick to take his place at the otherβs side, one hand clutched his prized book to his chest, one that was bound with fresh leather, and the other ghosted along the sleeve of his companion. He swore that he would still feel the warm, lingering touch of fingers on his skin, though all his other senses told his heart otherwise, it was simply a result of sentiment.
βA break is welcomed so long as it is with you.β
His words were somewhat bold, though he was never the type to dance around pretty words, he had always been upfront or simply did not speak if he felt what he had to say would not be appropriate for the moment, but this moment felt right as he enjoyed the time they spent together.
βThere is a vendor on the way, he sells the best eel, my treat,β he offered, though he would not look up at the other- he may or may not have planned this little escapade ahead of time.