"jogo's soul feels honest like your head! it goes choo choo when you're excited~" / @muihito
unprompted ask.
Eeehhh? What sort of nonsense was Mahito spouting now? It feels almost like an insult, enough so that there’s a slight grinding of teeth but - too Jogo knows of the nature of his fellow curse. He often just said things; whatever string of words first popped into his head and flowed out of his mouth before he ever had time to think. Which was a bold claim to make in and of itself. Did Mahito ever think? He lets out a long sigh, a gentle roll of steam spreading from between his teeth in the cooling off of heat.
“Choo choo? Don’t be rude.” He chastises, though he supposes his comment upon his soul is acceptable. He was honest and he felt it proper to be - if moving forward and into the sort of future he envisioned was to come to fruition anyway. His curiosity is slightly peaked as well, he supposes. If any one of them were to understand the soul it would be Mahito. Is it because he desires to hear more or simply a stroke to his ego that he carries on, as if peeling a scab to see beneath. “... What else does my soul feel like to you then, Mahito?”