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npc contact.2
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[and keigo can use them like, twenty years from now.]
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Then I'm your senpai.
[ They're the older one. They win. Win what they don't know, but being the older one somehow feels like winning. ]
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he's gonna nuzzle them. he'll just act the way tori does and see what happens. because subaru himself is not a very good kouhai whatsoever actually he doesn't respect a single authoritative figure in his life and that's the same here. that's why it's good he's still a third year, because he'd still call every one of his seniors ~chan and that'd be that.]
Keigo-senpai~, I wanna be spoiled. ☆ Purr purr ♪
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[ They're going to be in the same boat, because npckun doesn't know how to be a senpai. They're used to being doted on by the older students here and the only living thing they've ever looked after on their own was a plant Amami had them babysit a month ago.
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They pull Subaru into a close hug, one hand on his back and the other on the back of his head so they can stroke his hair like Komaeda did for them once and that was nice. ]
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... still, though, it sorta...
makes him hug tighter.]
...I don't think I've been held like this since I was a kid.
[a little "oh, huh, what do you know" and a little... a touch something else. hard to read, maybe, distant.]
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...Komaeda is very good at this. You should ask him someday.
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[... he thinks komaeda likes him? or dislikes him? he poisoned him one week for hope and (stuff happened) but the other day komaeda... praised him, and pet his head. it's strange, and subaru feels a little on his toes around the other sometimes. like a wary animal.]
I'd rather just have you do it. You're nice and warm, and smell good too.
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as long as keigo keeps petting his head he seems content?]
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leans in to smell Subaru? What does he smell like, can a normal person's nose even tell ]
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more seriously he smells faintly like whatever shampoo he borrowed to use lately from natsume so it's probably fruity, though keigo can remember he generally smells like the outside when they've hugged. like how you "smell like sunshine"? that kind of thing.]
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he just...
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ah fuck it, he's pulling back with keigo in his arms so subaru's the one who's holding them close, they can situate themselves however needed for comfort but he's done being the spoiled kouhai they don't wiggle around enough for his energy levels. maybe it's easier if they're in his lap given how short they are? whatever, subaru gonna nuzzle them again, voice scratchy at how hard he's trying to be Quiet.]
Whatcha thinkin' about, Keigo?
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I was thinking you remind me of home. Way waaaaay back when things were... [ ... ] Happy. [ happier? happy. ] When I was never alone, and never doubted I was loved. That far back.
[ When they were maybe three. And maybe biased, trying desperately to hold onto what good memories they could of that time, however vague, and letting everything else wash away. ]
What about you? What are you thinking about?
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Well, now you've got me thinking of home too. Before I was just wondering if I weirded you out by saying you smelled good, Natsume gets onto me about that, too.
[smelling people... just saying how he feels.... yeah]
Was it really that far back? Way, waaaaay back. [...] I'll trade a story with you, of when things were "normal" for me in exchange for your "happy".
[he knows a few, like the shadow game they used to play with their older brother. the songs they were taught. how the rocks they sell belonged to their brother, and the "happiness" those simple stones contain. someone had to give them that thought, be it an aside or directly told, and it blossomed over time.]
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[ Not weird enough to be a deterrent, but still weird. ]
But okay. You go first.
[ They're actually going to pull out of the hug and scoot back a little, because they like looking somebody in the face when they tell stories, so they can see the other person's expressions and gestures that paint a more vibrant picture than words do alone. ]
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but a "normal" story... subaru gets himself comfy, picking at a stray thread off his pants. the sort you get from moving around too much. he's still smiling, and while it's not forced it's definitely not beaming. more fond, like dappled sunlight.]
Dad was always a busy guy. [he thinks he's mentioned that, or at least alluded.] He was an idol, someone who shined and sparkled for so many people on a stage bigger than you could ever imagine. But when he came home, he was just... Dad. It wasn't often, [he gets why now, he does remember saying that,] so I was always super, super stoked.
[the way only a kid who doesn't get to see their busy parent often does, never resenting the busyness and simply being happy they came home at all.]
We didn't have much of a yard, but it was the perfect size for a kid, a dog, and a dad to play catch in. Daikichi, [he grins, biting back a laugh,] kept trying to jump for the ball, but was always a little short. It was fun playing puppy in the middle, and Mom'd join us from time to time, too.
[when she had free time, when she wasn't working into the night to make ends meet. he remembers the hidakas had helped, or seiya mentioned something like that, but all he remembers is sitting in front of the television, waiting with dinner from the fridge, for the familiar click and sigh of his mother, tired but happy to be off. not at home, because you can't call someplace you stay for a month or three if you're lucky home, but a shelter nonetheless.
... normal, when it was four and not three.
subaru rests forward on his knees, cupping his cheeks in his hands to keep the smile up and not from falling away. there's no tears, because he's long since dried them due to necessity, but a yearning for those days once more despite his easy-going and light tone as he sighs.]
Maaan, I miss playing baseball~. It's so fun, chasing the ball around. ☆
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...That sounds nice.
[ Normal. Mundane. The sort of life they yearn for. It makes them smile, a little nostalgic, a little jealous. ]
Were you bad at catch? Since you had to chase the ball so much.
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[that's all.........]
The moment one's pass or thrown, I've gotta be the one there to catch it! It's so fun~.
[that's..... that's all.......]
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reaches for a sheet of construction paper to wad up into a ball and toss it in the air to see what happens ]
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anyway subaru tilts his head (like a dog) at the paper at first, but when it crunches into a ball he gets what they're doing and is at Attention (like a dog), waiting until they toss it up before hopping up to catch it!!!! in his hand (not like a dog)]
If you wanna really see me gun it, get someone with a good arm to throw one of the less tattered baseballs. ☆
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I've got a good arm. I don't have any baseballs right now, but I am very good at throwing rocks.
[ They can probably find one the size of a baseball... harder to throw than one that fits in the palm of their hand, but you make do with what you have. ]
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he's gonna squeeze their bicep.]
I'd believe it. Rocks are fun to throw, I could probably catch anything you swing.
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