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the world ends with you: yoshiya kiryu

a fuckin disaster

Who: Joshua, Komaeda, and Dito
What: going to void...dorms.... & another prompt for dito
Where: the dorms
Warnings: it's Those Three so. it'll probably be special

[it hadn't been that long since Dito and Joshua had moved into...their dorm room. they have pillows to hell and back and everything, it's amazing.

but Joshua's a little bit nosy. or...a lot bit nosy. and he knows his twin is a lot bit nosy too, so he invites him over to their room. just to see what's going to fuckin' happen.]

Who's going to be the sacrifice, I wonder...?

[aka who's gonna spill the blood.]

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Maybe his type, but not mine, I'm afraid.

[. . .

Joshua just sighs in a slightly exasperated way -- of course that boy is going to be Like That.]

Preferably without hurting either one of us, if you please.

Is he capable of not doing that, I wouldn't mind the initial pain! Makes you feel alive...

( he looks over to dito, waving his hand towards him to see if his eyes are even paying attention to them, or if he's caught up in his own head — excited about the thought of taking his sickly pleasure out on them. )

It is pretty hopeful that he's willing to do this, some people here are afraid of a little blood, but we only need so much... Dito-kun, do you know what a pinprick is?

[ ........ dito's not even going to argue about the type thing, rolling his eyes gratuitously at the line of discussion. he's so disappointed at how prudish joshua is, and his mouth sets into a thin line.

at least, until komaeda mentions blood. he can't help the way his eyes light up slightly, and his brows react with a slight rise. he doesn't trust komaeda at all though, so he holds back any actual obvious excitement, his voice practically drawling when he responds with skepticism: ]

Yeah, I fuckin' know what a pinprick is. Are you telling me that's all I get?

[ his lip curls at the idea. ]

[well. at least Komaeda was being not As Much Like That as he usually is. at least he's not trying to shoot himself with a gun this time or anything. he's got to take the little things where he can get it.

but he'll definitely latch on to this idea.]

Yes, a pinprick. That's all we need to be able to go to the other side, isn't it?

[these two are too much, even for him.]

If you kill us, no one will put up with you, and then you'll grow deathly bored if not given attention.

( when does komaeda not want to die, it seems like right now since he's focused about what they can find on the other side. if he had a knife, he'd just immediately stab himself and send them over, but that's not the case, and the only person here with a weapon that can be non lethal is dito. there's also joshua's gun, but knowing komaeda's familiarity with it... it's probably to soon to bring that back. )

So choose either one of us you want to cut, or you can do it to yourself...

( which is an option. )

[ what does this MEAN. attention??? dito scoffs, brows furrowing at whatever komaeda's implying here. at least this all makes his decision easy enough. ]

I wanna do you.

[ he sits up now, hands grabbing his own knees as he stares komaeda down.

his spear is lying against the corner of the wall nearby, but dito suddenly moves to grab a different weapon from his belt --

it's a dagger, completely obsidian. a gift from the goddamn counselor that he's put to great use since receiving it. he earned it, after all. ]

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[. . .

Joshua watches a little here, and he rubs the back of his neck. there's a little bit of caution in his gut, especially since he's still relatively powerless here...

fuckin Dito.]

Remember, Dito...a pinprick.

[he sounds like he's talking to a child.]

It's fine, Kiryu-kun.

( a pinprick is what it should be, but knowing dito, he's so hasty that he'd keep going if not stopped. komaeda pauses, watching the other pull out a familiar dagger, one that he used to stab minato awhile back. )

It'll be fine as long as you don't shed your own blood, right? Besides, you don't like to do dirty things...

( he glances at josh, offering a small smile before scooting himself closer towards dito. he claps his hands together as he looks up at the other, awaiting whatever wound he's about to be inflicted with. )

About time.

[ look, he doesn't want to wait around all day for you pussies to discuss this.

he gestures with the hand not holding the knife, holding it open as though he expects komaeda to hand him something. ]

Give me your hand.

[ regardless of if komaeda starts to do so or not, dito's going to grab the other's wrist and jerk the other forward and more toward him, slicing right across komaeda's arm with the edge of the dagger's blade.

it's a movement with some purposeful force in it, intended to gash deeper than necessary -- so it's probably good that dito's grabbing the wrist and cutting on the forearm rather than any lower.

they'll have more blood than necessary dripping everywhere for sure, and dito slings his dagger down in the air slightly right after cutting just to ensure some of what's on his knife spatters onto the floor. ]

[...................................................

Joshua is so not surprised but he sure is disappointed.]

[he moves forward to try to grab Dito's wrist when he slings the knife, eyes narrowing in silent fury. he knew better than to let Dito do this, and yet he'd let it happen anyway...]

Dito.

[it's probably the closest voice to anger that either one of them had heard so far, a quiet but tense sound coming out of him.]

We said a pinprick.

[well, now you've gone and pissed off a god...for the first time...]

( blood pools around his arm, the gash visible by the blade as komaeda reaches out to grab his own arm as he watches joshua reach out to intercept. the fresh smell of blood is thick in the air, and there's nothing to do about it — red splatters on the floor in large drops, and the world shatters, and twists and turns, and crumbles to rearrange itself into an alternate reality. the bedroom becomes something unfamiliar, a room that somehow matches the theme of all the pillows, which is homage to this, but ori gave us a little more to work with and it's: here.

in the void, komaeda continues to lose blood, and he's not paying much attention to what josh and dito happen to be up to — he can hear their voices, but it's like his mind is blocking out everything else. he lifts his arm, watching as the blood rolls down his arm, and continues to drop onto the dilapidated floorboards around them. )

[ dito enjoys the labor of his gash, at least for a few seconds before joshua grabs his wrist.

he tilts his head back, scowling at the other. ]

Who cares? He's not dead.

[ he could've done worse, basically.

dito sighs, trying to yank back his wrist from joshua even as the environment's changed.

dito notices too, recognizing it. ]

I fucking love this place!

[ he says with a grin, suddenly distracted from the other two as his eyes start flicking between the pelts on the walls. ]

Oh, man, did they butcher shit in here?!

[ he's going to try to walk forward, assuming joshua has let go (or will let go) of his wrist. ]

[man,

Joshua gives a quick glance at their surroundings, but he doesn't necessarily want Komaeda to bleed out, either. he takes off his jacket (he's actually wearing a school looking uniform for once???) and frowns, motioning for Komaeda to straighten out his arm.]

Hold it out. [he doesn't like doing this shit, but also consider: he knows Dito's not going to.] I'll wrap it.

...It's fine, we came here to sightsee after all.

( he smiles softly, canting his head towards dito who seems to be taken by the astounding set-up of the room, and besides, he'll still have the wound when he leaves out of the void so joshua's talent can be used there than here.

he holds his arm to himself while watching the other, eyes glancing up to the animal pelts that looks between dry and wet. disgusting... )

You shouldn't let him have fun alone. ( ... ) Find anything fun, Dito-kun?

[ y'all are kind of ruining his high. he rolls his eyes as he approaches one of the wetter, bloodier pelts. ]

Okay, you fucking gays.

[ he cannot stand you two.

but whatever, he moves his hands toward a certain set of stapled pelts in their early stages. he rubs his fingers down along one of the entire hides, getting some of the coagulated blood on them.

he laughs, barely registering what komaeda had asked of him.

he tilts his head back. ]

Sure did.

[ he's so excited... the void is always so fun. ]

It'd be just cruel for us to just let our classmate bleed, wouldn't it?

[he doesn't seem disturbed about Dito, but if Komaeda's going to insist, he's just going to throw his jacket over his shoulder as he looks around better for the first time.

interesting. he has no temptation whatsoever to go touch the pelts like Dito, but he is going to step a bit closer so that he can look at them.]

Hm...this wouldn't be a place for people with weak stomachs.

[just an observation!]

...?

( it's fine to look at, not like he hasn't seen worse, but as josh gets up, komaeda doesn't follow suit just yet. instead, he stays in place while looking around the room himself. )

My room is different then yours... I wonder, who lives next door? You can probably get an idea from all their items, but... we'll have to drag Dito-kun out.

[ dito frowns at the comments he hears, even as he feels his heart beat a little faster while touching the raw pelts. he kind of wants to rub his face in them, but he tilts his head back to look at the other two. ]

Is it gonna be as good as this?

[ he's skeptical. ]

[this is so much...

Joshua rolls his eyes, and then motions back towards Dito as if to call a pet.]

Come on now, let's be a good boy and keep going on our little tour. We can always come back.

[or. something.]

Nope, only your room looks as bad as this one.

( no need to lie to him, but at least he knows he has the best room of all the rooms that cater to his dito-ness. )

...I think he's a bad boy, he doesn't really pay attention properly.

[ well, guess who is not too fond of this!

he scoffs, narrowing his eyes at the other two. he doesn't like that kind of speech in general toward him, especially from people he fantasizes about killing. ]

I'm not a "boy", dipshits. I'm 22.

[ stay out of grown people's business.

but he turns around, looking unimpressed as he waves a hand. ]

Fine. We can see what else this place's got for us, I guess.

Oh, how grown! I'm so happy to be in the same area as an esteemed adult such as yourself!

[he's going to start walking through the door anyway, already bored with his surroundings. he still glances at Komaeda though, shaking his head.]

Still but a puppy who needs obedience training, though...

He's pretty short for 22, but I had a friend about his size who had a growth spurt when she got older.

( yeah, he's just saying this to see if dito gets annoyed. )

If he's that age, then he's already missed his chance...

( but josh is also short so hm... as they exit out, everything looks... just as rundown as any old school would. the wood creaks under their hills. )

Blah, blah, blah. Shut up, bigfoot.

[ his attempt at annoying dito is effective. both between what joshua and komaeda end up saying, he's gotten a newfound spark of irritation. although it's not hard to annoy him in general, especially since he's already not fond of the other two.

he frowns when they get to the hallway, tilting his head. ]

This is lame.

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