[don't bring boats into this crystal this is not the time
Nishi gives into the temptation to let his eyes slip closed. When was the last time he let someone play with his hair, allowed himself the privilege of enjoying it? Even in the parts of his memory that he can no longer reach, he doubts it happened often.]
Hm.
[Mmmm. What to do... He can't leave that statement go even if he's the last person qualified to fill the void in anyone's soul, but—]
Maybe you can be. While there's life still in you, there's the opportunity to experience joys you've never known before.
I can't offer you much... but I can show you all the things that make me feel alive.
[Odd and few as those things are, they're mundane enough that Nishi can promise him this.]
[His own eyes are almost closed - not that he's in any danger of drifting off. He wants to stay awake for this. Perhaps there is some small part of him that is truly, honestly greedy for little things like this that don't matter in the long run.]
[He smiles again.]
[Another offering, perhaps. It pleases him. Makes him feel warm.]
I will take...whatever you have to offer. [And a little noise, a rumbling pleasant sigh.] One of such things would be referring to what we did before, hm?
[Not offended one bit. With how light he asks it, perhaps he's teasing.]
[At that, Nishi's eyes slip open— crinkled at the corners, betraying an amused smile. He reaches up to firmly poke Lovecraft's forehead, as if to scold him for immediately going there.]
I had no intention of being so crass.
[But his widening smile is confirmation enough.]
Maybe beneath a starry sky, next time. I've always wanted to try that, but the logistics never quite work out.
[Boning in the grass invites the possibility of, like, a bug crawling up your ass. That might actually drive Nishi psychotic.]
[Ah... he's never been good at handling a compliment this earnest. He takes a fraction too long choosing his words, and that hesitation betrays him more than anything he actually says.]
...Coming from you, that means more than I'd care to admit.
[And because he's embarrassed, he's going to keep the conversation moving right along. Please forget that you caught him slipping, Lovecraft.]
We should plan an outing in earnest, then. I imagine there's a place on campus where the stars are clear.
[That's why the compliment strikes him— because it's plain, unvarnished sincerity, not some carefully constructed thing scrubbed clean of feeling. That kind of earnestness, almost to a fault, is what Char values most.
His eyes slip shut beneath the warmth of Lovecraft's palm. His wish... it almost hurts to let himself think of it.]
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[It is enough. He simply exists. Persists. Like a mountain, or a shipwreck. There's no "living". There's no joy in it.]
[He sighs a little, unsure how to answer, fingers curling as he buries them deeper into that lovely hair.]
I'm not one who knows...what "feeling alive" is.
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Nishi gives into the temptation to let his eyes slip closed. When was the last time he let someone play with his hair, allowed himself the privilege of enjoying it? Even in the parts of his memory that he can no longer reach, he doubts it happened often.]
Hm.
[Mmmm. What to do... He can't leave that statement go even if he's the last person qualified to fill the void in anyone's soul, but—]
Maybe you can be. While there's life still in you, there's the opportunity to experience joys you've never known before.
I can't offer you much... but I can show you all the things that make me feel alive.
[Odd and few as those things are, they're mundane enough that Nishi can promise him this.]
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[His own eyes are almost closed - not that he's in any danger of drifting off. He wants to stay awake for this. Perhaps there is some small part of him that is truly, honestly greedy for little things like this that don't matter in the long run.]
[He smiles again.]
[Another offering, perhaps. It pleases him. Makes him feel warm.]
I will take...whatever you have to offer. [And a little noise, a rumbling pleasant sigh.] One of such things would be referring to what we did before, hm?
[Not offended one bit. With how light he asks it, perhaps he's teasing.]
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I had no intention of being so crass.
[But his widening smile is confirmation enough.]
Maybe beneath a starry sky, next time. I've always wanted to try that, but the logistics never quite work out.
[Boning in the grass invites the possibility of, like, a bug crawling up your ass. That might actually drive Nishi psychotic.]
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[As deadpan as possible. Sooooo scolded over here.]
A starry sky....would be beautiful. [Even just in general, not just for.......boning......you know.] I think it would...look nice. In your eyes.
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...Coming from you, that means more than I'd care to admit.
[And because he's embarrassed, he's going to keep the conversation moving right along. Please forget that you caught him slipping, Lovecraft.]
We should plan an outing in earnest, then. I imagine there's a place on campus where the stars are clear.
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[He says, a little surprised. He's no wordsmith. He simply says what he feels, with no consideration for the consequences.]
Mm. I...think. [A little pat over the forehead. Heh.] You sound eager. I suppose I will see what fun...there is in a wish like yours.
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His eyes slip shut beneath the warmth of Lovecraft's palm. His wish... it almost hurts to let himself think of it.]
...Let's look forward to a brighter future.