[What is this, some kind of random dorm inspection? Maybe this man is obsessed with dorms? This makes no sense. Lovecraft listlessly watches as he does his thing, before he turns around and...]
[Does. Does this man not know why he's here? Did he forget, or was this all an elaborate ploy devised to waste Nishi's time and make a fool out of him?? There's layers to this deception, and it's clear Lovecraft here is in cahoots with that big blue bitch. Unforgiveable............
Nishi won't lose. He'll play along for now and wait for the opportune time to let this fool know he's perfectly aware of what kind of game he's playing here. Always think three steps ahead of your enemy.]
And the helmet too, if you're going to act like you don't know what this is about. Is that what gets you off? Wasting my time? I didn't take you for the sort.
[Lovecraft blinks slowly, but. Sure. Okay. Maybe this man has some kind of plan that needs his help or something. He sure seems nervous. He wishes John were here. John would know what to do.]
You can keep them on, it's...okay. I won't make you take them off.
[H-haha! He was really expecting this man to beg him to reconsider, but that's fine. Some people prefer the inherent mystery and intrigue of the mask. Nishi gets it, of course.]
[...Shit. He showered this morning, but he's done a bunch of running around and shenaniganing between then and now. It's probably fine, but he'd rather not take his chances. Nishi shakes his head.]
[So. He's extremely shy. Paranoid about the dorm. And he wants to borrow the shower. Clearly! This is what it was all about.]
Do you...need help?
[Because he's actually mildly worried this man is going to work himself into a tizzy over the shower alone and he doesn't have the bandwidth for that.]
[Was that a come on? Yeah, probably... Maybe...... It's been so long since he's done anything like this that Nishi honestly can't remember how to conduct himself in this kind of situation... but this guy doesn't seem to be judging him for his shoddy memory, so perhaps it's fine to accept his help.]
I'll admit... I still get shampoo in my eyes sometimes.
[Phew. That was pretty painful to admit. Being emotionally open and vulnerable is hard work...............]
[He really didn't think he'd see the day he's seen someone as timid as him. Then again, he knew Edgar Allan Poe. But Poe was a different kind of timid. A timid man hiding an incredibly overly dramatic flair that burst out of him like fireworks at the most inconvenient moments. John had told him once that's how some writers were.]
[He wonders if this man is a writer.]
[Lovecraft ponders if he should simply leave the man be, but he has the feeling he might just hound him down and pester him if he does. Stuck between a rock and fucking hard place.]
[That was... so easy...! Much easier than propositioning a woman, at least in theory. A mildly alarming new possibility comes to mind: maybe, just maybe, this isn't his first or even tenth time bedding another man... Just what kind of person was he in his previous life?
Ah, but another crisis of identity can wait for another time. For now, Nishi's shelving whatever reservations he has and heading for the bathroom.
He's learned from firsthand experience that bathing with his helmet and visor on is an ill-advised decision, so he takes them off and sets them aside with every intention of putting them right back on afterwards. After that, he props a hand on one hip and points directly at Lovecraft.]
Now... Strip down and face me!
[...Yeah. That's how this works. Just follow his orders and everything will work out in the end, maybe...]
[So he's removing the helmet and visor after all. Okay. Well, maybe there's a logic to it. Most people do not wear their clothes in the shower. John had to keep reminding him of that. Yes, John would know m-]
[Well. This man has blue eyes and blonde hair like John. Lovecraft blinks, a little taken aback.]
[Oh, he's ordering him something. Strip down....remove his clothes. What a bother. People really need to learn that its OKAY to just be in the water in one's clothes.]
Okay.
[And he's doing so, tugging the tie out of its knot before discarding his trenchcoat on the ground. He pauses after that, though.]
Shouldn't you also...undress? Besides your mask and all.
[Ah... Right. He should probably undress as well, or at the very least stop staring at this man who is, in turn, staring back at him. Hm. Nishi has a healthy interest in whatever is under that mysterious trench coat, that's all.]
If you insist.
[Not like he can shower with his clothes on. Who would do something so silly??
Nishi strips down to nothing with an almost clinical degree of precision, folding up his clothes neatly and setting them to the side. He has no particular qualms with being naked around another man, but admittedly, it's been a while since he's yaoibaited anyone... you know, presumably. Surely he never did anything that bad in his previous life.]
[The man undresses in front of him. There's no coy look from Lovecraft. He just works on himself - and there's no precision here, no grace, no organization. He simply sloughs off his clothes like they're another skin.]
[Lovecraft does....not have a lot of meat on his bones. Slender, with angular elbows and knees and shoulders, and of course, long dark knee-length hair that covers this pale body like a shroud.]
[...Ah. With a face as gaunt as Lovecraft's, Nishi could have assumed his body would be similarly lacking in muscle and color. Still, surprise isn't the word for it. He won't admit to his mistake — they've gone too far past that point now — but Lovecraft is most definitely not the muscular, well-postured man that Ainosuke is. That much as obvious from the moment they made eye contact, and yet here Nishi is, committing to that mistake.
It's rather... curious. Nishi stills for a moment, eyes drawn to the distinctions between their bodies. Whereas Lovecraft is a mere slip of a man and paler than a sheet, Nishi is athletically built and much rosier in complexion. They've clearly led different lives, though Nishi can hardly compare when he knows nothing about either of their pasts.
Well then, that's enough staring and sizing the man up. He'll do just fine for this "task". Stepping into the shower without fanfare, Nishi turns on the water and motions for Lovecraft to join him.]
And what do they demand of you? Clearly they aren't demanding that you eat a proper meal.
[He can't help but think about John. This man before him is no farm worker. His hands are clean, not worn. But still, the heft, the build, reminds him of that viciously sunny man, somehow.]
[It was nice having John around. He made things easier for him. Now, he's on his own.]
[The man stares. Lovecraft, with dark eyes, stares back - should he say something? - but then he moves, and steps inside.]
[Lovecraft follows. The water hits him and his dark hair, and he seems like he belongs here. Water's always been his element.]
Go here. Go there. Pick that up. Subdue that person. Do the...dirty work, as someone I know has said. Nonstop. No rest.
[The thing about eyes that deep and dark is that they take on an almost mirror-like quality, showing Nishi a face he sometimes doesn't recognize. He could've sworn he had a scar right between the eyes. And he thought... he'd been a little older than this, somehow...
...Ah. And he doesn't recall being a man who spaced out quite so easily, either, but Nishi only catches the end of that sentence. Sorry, Lovecraft, he's listening............]
What makes you think that you don't have a choice? Who is telling you that?
[If anything, Lovecraft is patient. Maybe not sincerely so, given that it seems to be more of a side effect of his slothfulness, but moving at a fast pace for anything has never been his style. The man comes to, and Lovecraft lets out a sigh.]
Everyone I work for.
[...There's something about it that itches under the skin. He doesn't know why. Something about it like an alarm bell. Why?]
I have worked for many, and every time...I am bound to heed the contract. How miserable.
[Getting lost in someone's eyes is a bad thing, actually? Whoever romanticizes the kind of unpleasant self-reflection that occurs when you take a long hard look at yourself in someone else's eyes needs to have their head examined. In an effort not to think about everything he's forgotten, Nishi grabs a cloth and begins lathering it up with soap with great haste.]
Then you're working for the wrong people. A good leader would not subject you to work so horrific that it's left you gaunt and miserable. You should tender your resignation immediately.
[As if Lovecraft can tell his bosses "fuck this shit, I'm out" when he's stuck in this place, same as Nishi... but at the same time, if he has a job, they're probably going to terminate him for multiple unexcused absences anyway. With that in mind, a suggestion!]
I'll buy you out of your contract. [With what money?] You can work for me instead. [And do what?] Sound good?
[He can't. He...doesn't know why he can't. He just knows he can't. It's impossible. He has to. He's bound. He's tied.]
[The offer, however, breaks him out of his dreary mental frustration, eyes widening - like this, he looks younger, surprisingly - and stares at the other man for a moment. Buy him...out of his contract? But that's another form of work.]
[Nishi doesn't hesitate. Once he's set his eyes on something, his mind is made up. He sees boundless potential in Lovecraft, if only he were free— and his intuition has never led him astray... has it?
The real question is how to cut the man's chains. How to pry open his eyes and make him see that freedom is not beyond his reach.
His hands pause, the soapy cloth running clean beneath the stream of hot water.]
I don't need to know your skills. I can see it in you, and that's enough. Just... don't ask how I'd know.
[He speaks with the authority of someone who's lived another life entirely, a man who casts off hesitation as though it were a mask. What kind of life had Nishi led?]
[This feels so sudden - for a slothful man like he is, shuffling onto Bethlehem and other cities he's sent to, this is too much. Out of the frying pan, into the...shower? With a vivid man, who now reminds him of Fitzgerald. A forceful leader, but Fitzgerald was wrapped up in his own selfish wants.]
[What does this man want?]
[He reaches forward, almost unconsciously, grasping onto his wrist lightly.]
[Not so fast. He has to be sure Lovecraft knows what it means to yearn for something, to want it so badly you'd fight for it. To illustrate a point, Nishi won't give him an honest answer until he begs to hear it.
Nishi takes those hands, long and slender, and guides them to hold his soap and cloth. He'll leave him to dictate the pace.]
You'll have to forgive me for being demanding. I'm not an easy person to deal with— good luck finding someone who disagrees. But I know how to take care of people. At least... that's what I'm told.
[He is guided - he naturally tenses, not used to being touched. Hypocrite that he is, touching and not expecting it in return.]
[He gets the idea. He must show his work. He has never done this before. But curiousity wins over exhaustion. His hands take the soap to start rubbing over the man's shoulders.]
[Nishi wears the mask of a man who lets others reach his heart, but the truth is harsher. It's all performance— a persona honed until he forgot what lay underneath, leaning on the image of someone strong enough to usher in a new age.
But because he isn't that man, he understands. Always the one to reach out, rarely the one reached for. Lovecraft's touch, hesitant as it is, reminds him of that truth.
Still, he trusts the man's hands won't falter. There's fire in him, deep down.
Then Lovecraft questions him. Nishi's eyes flick to the floor.]
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The...mask?
[GROUND RULES?]
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[Does. Does this man not know why he's here? Did he forget, or was this all an elaborate ploy devised to waste Nishi's time and make a fool out of him?? There's layers to this deception, and it's clear Lovecraft here is in cahoots with that big blue bitch. Unforgiveable............
Nishi won't lose. He'll play along for now and wait for the opportune time to let this fool know he's perfectly aware of what kind of game he's playing here. Always think three steps ahead of your enemy.]
And the helmet too, if you're going to act like you don't know what this is about. Is that what gets you off? Wasting my time? I didn't take you for the sort.
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no fucking idea what this is about.]
[Lovecraft blinks slowly, but. Sure. Okay. Maybe this man has some kind of plan that needs his help or something. He sure seems nervous. He wishes John were here. John would know what to do.]
You can keep them on, it's...okay. I won't make you take them off.
[Maybe he's just shy! Yeah, that's it!]
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[H-haha! He was really expecting this man to beg him to reconsider, but that's fine. Some people prefer the inherent mystery and intrigue of the mask. Nishi gets it, of course.]
And I trust you've showered?
[Don't be touching him with no dirty tentacles.]
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[he did stand in the shower for like an hour at like 3am for some odd reason (squid instincts)]
Did you...?
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Uh, no. Mind if I borrow yours?
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[So. He's extremely shy. Paranoid about the dorm. And he wants to borrow the shower. Clearly! This is what it was all about.]
Do you...need help?
[Because he's actually mildly worried this man is going to work himself into a tizzy over the shower alone and he doesn't have the bandwidth for that.]
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[Was that a come on? Yeah, probably... Maybe...... It's been so long since he's done anything like this that Nishi honestly can't remember how to conduct himself in this kind of situation... but this guy doesn't seem to be judging him for his shoddy memory, so perhaps it's fine to accept his help.]
I'll admit... I still get shampoo in my eyes sometimes.
[Phew. That was pretty painful to admit. Being emotionally open and vulnerable is hard work...............]
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[He wonders if this man is a writer.]
[Lovecraft ponders if he should simply leave the man be, but he has the feeling he might just hound him down and pester him if he does. Stuck between a rock and fucking hard place.]
...Alright. Go ahead, then. I will follow.
[Let's do this thing, weird man.]
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[That was... so easy...! Much easier than propositioning a woman, at least in theory. A mildly alarming new possibility comes to mind: maybe, just maybe, this isn't his first or even tenth time bedding another man... Just what kind of person was he in his previous life?
Ah, but another crisis of identity can wait for another time. For now, Nishi's shelving whatever reservations he has and heading for the bathroom.
He's learned from firsthand experience that bathing with his helmet and visor on is an ill-advised decision, so he takes them off and sets them aside with every intention of putting them right back on afterwards. After that, he props a hand on one hip and points directly at Lovecraft.]
Now... Strip down and face me!
[...Yeah. That's how this works. Just follow his orders and everything will work out in the end, maybe...]
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[Well. This man has blue eyes and blonde hair like John. Lovecraft blinks, a little taken aback.]
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[Oh, he's ordering him something. Strip down....remove his clothes. What a bother. People really need to learn that its OKAY to just be in the water in one's clothes.]
Okay.
[And he's doing so, tugging the tie out of its knot before discarding his trenchcoat on the ground. He pauses after that, though.]
Shouldn't you also...undress? Besides your mask and all.
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If you insist.
[Not like he can shower with his clothes on. Who would do something so silly??
Nishi strips down to nothing with an almost clinical degree of precision, folding up his clothes neatly and setting them to the side. He has no particular qualms with being naked around another man, but admittedly, it's been a while since he's yaoibaited anyone... you know, presumably. Surely he never did anything that bad in his previous life.]
Now what? Any more demands?
[This is fine... This is going well...]
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[Lovecraft does....not have a lot of meat on his bones. Slender, with angular elbows and knees and shoulders, and of course, long dark knee-length hair that covers this pale body like a shroud.]
I do not demand. People demand of me....a lot.
[He mutters before gesturing to the shower.]
Let us...go inside.
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It's rather... curious. Nishi stills for a moment, eyes drawn to the distinctions between their bodies. Whereas Lovecraft is a mere slip of a man and paler than a sheet, Nishi is athletically built and much rosier in complexion. They've clearly led different lives, though Nishi can hardly compare when he knows nothing about either of their pasts.
Well then, that's enough staring and sizing the man up. He'll do just fine for this "task". Stepping into the shower without fanfare, Nishi turns on the water and motions for Lovecraft to join him.]
And what do they demand of you? Clearly they aren't demanding that you eat a proper meal.
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[It was nice having John around. He made things easier for him. Now, he's on his own.]
[The man stares. Lovecraft, with dark eyes, stares back - should he say something? - but then he moves, and steps inside.]
[Lovecraft follows. The water hits him and his dark hair, and he seems like he belongs here. Water's always been his element.]
Go here. Go there. Pick that up. Subdue that person. Do the...dirty work, as someone I know has said. Nonstop. No rest.
[Over and over and over again.]
[He's reaching for the shampoo bottle.]
And I have no choice. Really.
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...Ah. And he doesn't recall being a man who spaced out quite so easily, either, but Nishi only catches the end of that sentence. Sorry, Lovecraft, he's listening............]
What makes you think that you don't have a choice? Who is telling you that?
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Everyone I work for.
[...There's something about it that itches under the skin. He doesn't know why. Something about it like an alarm bell. Why?]
I have worked for many, and every time...I am bound to heed the contract. How miserable.
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Then you're working for the wrong people. A good leader would not subject you to work so horrific that it's left you gaunt and miserable. You should tender your resignation immediately.
[As if Lovecraft can tell his bosses "fuck this shit, I'm out" when he's stuck in this place, same as Nishi... but at the same time, if he has a job, they're probably going to terminate him for multiple unexcused absences anyway. With that in mind, a suggestion!]
I'll buy you out of your contract. [With what money?] You can work for me instead. [And do what?] Sound good?
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[He can't. He...doesn't know why he can't. He just knows he can't. It's impossible. He has to. He's bound. He's tied.]
[The offer, however, breaks him out of his dreary mental frustration, eyes widening - like this, he looks younger, surprisingly - and stares at the other man for a moment. Buy him...out of his contract? But that's another form of work.]
[And....]
[The main question is, here...]
Why?
[Why would he make an offer like that?]
You don't...even know my skills?
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[Nishi doesn't hesitate. Once he's set his eyes on something, his mind is made up. He sees boundless potential in Lovecraft, if only he were free— and his intuition has never led him astray... has it?
The real question is how to cut the man's chains. How to pry open his eyes and make him see that freedom is not beyond his reach.
His hands pause, the soapy cloth running clean beneath the stream of hot water.]
I don't need to know your skills. I can see it in you, and that's enough. Just... don't ask how I'd know.
[He speaks with the authority of someone who's lived another life entirely, a man who casts off hesitation as though it were a mask. What kind of life had Nishi led?]
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[This feels so sudden - for a slothful man like he is, shuffling onto Bethlehem and other cities he's sent to, this is too much. Out of the frying pan, into the...shower? With a vivid man, who now reminds him of Fitzgerald. A forceful leader, but Fitzgerald was wrapped up in his own selfish wants.]
[What does this man want?]
[He reaches forward, almost unconsciously, grasping onto his wrist lightly.]
What would you have me do?
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[Not so fast. He has to be sure Lovecraft knows what it means to yearn for something, to want it so badly you'd fight for it. To illustrate a point, Nishi won't give him an honest answer until he begs to hear it.
Nishi takes those hands, long and slender, and guides them to hold his soap and cloth. He'll leave him to dictate the pace.]
You'll have to forgive me for being demanding. I'm not an easy person to deal with— good luck finding someone who disagrees. But I know how to take care of people. At least... that's what I'm told.
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[He gets the idea. He must show his work. He has never done this before. But curiousity wins over exhaustion. His hands take the soap to start rubbing over the man's shoulders.]
[He seems golden, somehow.]
You are told, but you don't know?
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But because he isn't that man, he understands. Always the one to reach out, rarely the one reached for. Lovecraft's touch, hesitant as it is, reminds him of that truth.
Still, he trusts the man's hands won't falter. There's fire in him, deep down.
Then Lovecraft questions him. Nishi's eyes flick to the floor.]
...No. I don't. I've never known.
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inevitably someone's going to make that when pcs unlock
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