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[trahns]

genji is silent.    that is a ninja’s duty,    is it not?    to be stealthy like the king’s mice   ....      but that cannot be all there is to it?      of course not!     there is so much more to being a ninja,    genji ought to laugh in your face.    to be a ninja you must have honor.    you must protect yourself,   and what is yours!    your family!    though he has been slain,    he is back,     alive!     like a ghost who just can’t get enough!    he allows cassidy to cup his face    ----    rather,   his lack of face.   there’s faceplates now where his skin once was   ...    his poor human body,   hidden.     protected.    cassidy can hear him take a breathe as he finally breaks this silence.        “             i am not.            ”         he says sternly.    he knows he is not as beautiful as he once was,     but that was okay with him now.    he doesn’t try to deny the fact he is no longer beautiful.    his hands go to cassidy’s wrists,    gently as if to show him there was no bad blood,   putting them down.        “             but i appreciate it.            ”

@lunaeclipsis       :       Gently, cassidys hands cup genjis face -- thumbs rubbing over the robotics on him. "Yer as beautiful as the day I lost ya."

[stigmatvm]

“  i know you’re hurting.  and i can’t fix that.  but i can refuse to let you hurt alone.  ” / from kiri to mono....

The look he sends over his shoulder is cold, brows raised ever-so-slightly in an arch of disdain.

"Oh? Is that what you're going to do?" He turns to face them, mouth swinging into a familiar off-kilter smirk, pulling at the skin under his eye to make a small crinkle. White pupils form a thin line in the iris, and he claps his hand on Kirishima's shoulder.

"How lucky for me, right! What a good buddy I have, making sure to keep an eye on things. It'd be bad if someone like me were left alone, right?"

His mouth tastes bitter the moment he says it. Everyone knows. He could never outrun the clicking of shearing teeth moving over each other. And could he blame them? In a time of uncertainty, someone had to play the role that could take on those suspicions. Provide solidarity in the form of a concrete enemy, one they could see and touch and hurt in a way that matters.

"What are you gonna do, huh? Do you really think you can empathize with something like this? I'm sure it's very hard for you, what I'm going through. I'll try to be more considerate of your feelings, okay~? So don't worry, buddy! I officially absolve you of emotional involvement. Sit and watch like the guard dog you are, and I'll do my best not to bite."

[trahns]

warren doesn’t say anything at first,    just allowing dee to rest upon him.     it wasn’t like warren didn’t need rest himself      :      sweat obviously lingered upon him.    he wants to groan,    fall asleep,    but instead he just wipes his forehead.   now,    he doesn’t want to assume anything    ...    but he was a bit curious why dee’s head was suddenly going to explode.     was it because of his smartness?    ha!     probably not.    not that dee wasn’t smart or anything,    that stuff just doesn’t make your head explode.    though warren told himself he wasn’t going to assume    ...    he was going to assume heavy was being a bit annoying again.         “             if it makes you feel any better,   my calves are going to explode.   i just got back from soccer practice.            ”         there’s a genuine softness in his voice that cannot really be place.     we can die together.

@lunaeclipsis       :        dee lays his head on warrens shoulder, and groans. " my head feels like it's going to explode. "