For Baren to fall asleep somewhere, he needs to feel - a certain type of secure. As if he won't be stabbed in his sleep, the most basic, sure. But more than that, his mind races when he's somewhere unfamiliar. Chuuya's place is somewhere that's been marked as a safe space to him - sometimes just next to Chuuya good enough for the purpose of a nap. When he falls asleep after their adventure, he intends to just take a nap. Be gone by morning. Collect his things from the bedside table - his feathers, his bells, his eyepatch - and leave.
There's the shaking and Baren knows something is wrong when he opens his eyes and is able to see clearly out of both of them.
Immediately he puts distance between them, reaching up to brush his bangs back into place to cover his left eye and - ]
Chuuya.
[A full first name that Baren hasn't said in years - but he can't manage more than that for the moment, his jolted awake, panicked mind racing. God, what does he say to get himself out of this one.]
[good. he looks a little relieved when baren wakes up-- that much is fine, at least-- but there's still concern written in every line of his face.]
There you are-- shit, are you okay? Do I need to call a doctor or something, I know somebody who's up late, I can-
[he's already turning to fumble for his phone in the dim light, knocking his hat and a couple bells off the nightstand; they jingle as they tumble to the ground, and he curses under his breath.]
Of all the things Baren wants, a doctor is not one of them. Anyone else getting involved - not even remotely part of the plan. Chuuya getting involved at all was not part of the plan. So it's automatic how Baren immediately moves to wrestle Chuuya down to keep from reaching for his phone, pinning his wrist against the mattress as Baren hovers above him.
Despite what he'd prefer, his bangs already get jostled enough so that his eye - and his scales - peek out behind locks of hair.]
Fuck no - chill out. You need to just—
Calm down, okay?
[Words that Baren would like to apply to himself too...]
he struggles at first, reflexively, before he stops fighting it and holds still, huffing out a breath.
then he reaches up with his free hand, but instead of brushing his bangs back to get a better look, chuuya covers his eye again in a quick little gesture.]
... okay, okay, no calling anyone. I just- Baren, what the fuck?
[It's an awful moment where even when Chuuya's doing the right thing, he's doing something wrong.
It's the correct move - it means a lot more to Baren that Chuuya is willing to respect his privacy and make sure that his eye is covered properly, but there's still something mean in his sneer - ]
Too gross to look at, right?
[Shut up, Baren.]
But listen - I don't have any more answers than you. I just woke up one day with... that.
[It was also the day that he got the eyepatch, thus leading to his little trend-setting escapade.]
Yeah, you got it. Too gross. Exactly why I'm screaming and kicking you out of the bed right now-- can you not be like that for like, five seconds?
[try to do something nice for a cactus and get poked by it. yeah, that sounds about right, but he can't help being annoyed at a reaction like that. chuuya huffs and shoves at him, trying to nudge baren off of him.]
...you don't remember anything else about it? I mean- that's kinda how my gravity thing happened, but at least I knew I used to have it.
[The irritation is matched with irritation - though Baren at least recognizes that's a fight he picked. There's another noise of aggravation before he takes the nudge and eases off, now that he figures that Chuuya won't be making any call. He runs a hand through his hair - the side without the bangs - and holds his hand out.]
Hand over the eyepatch.
[ . . . . and in that small interim of time, he has to make a decision. Will he tell Chuuya about this? The only parts of his stupid hallucination memory whatevers that he... hasn't even told Okuni. Some part of him automatically rejects the idea - Okuni is always the first to know everything.
But he hasn't told her.
He hasn't told her because she'd worry. Chuuya's already worried. Hasn't that skipped a step. Would he be more worried if Baren told him - but if Baren doesn't tell him, what could happen? What if it gets worse? What if the unfortunate connection that he's thinking of.... really is true?
He opens his mouth to answer. Closes it again. For once, the war of emotions is clear on his face - he's sincerely struggling with the idea of trusting someone besides Okuni. Letting anyone else in is...]
[chuuya rolls over to grab the eyepatch for him, handing it over silently-- he's still a little miffed, but.
that look on baren's face easily displaces chuuya's annoyance, filling in with concern. if he's struggling this much over telling chuuya, it's got to be more important than usual.
at that question, though, he can't help but start with-]
You don't have to ask obvious shit, Baren.
[he's not a good liar, anyway, but the thing is that he's never felt like he needed to lie to baren. the only thing he keeps to himself would be those unfortunate lingering feelings, but- he's always assumed baren can tell. he's not hiding it so much as just... avoiding the subject.
he sighs, and combs his fingers through his hair.]
'Course I don't lie to you. You're the only one I tell everything to, you know?
[Baren can normally spot lies and can spot when people are hiding things from him - he has a better pulse on people than most might expect - but the ironic thing is that he continues to have no idea regarding Chuuya's unfortunate lingering feelings.
Hadn't he told someone that sometimes it's hard to clearly see the relationships closest to you -
Because right now it's a step and a decision that Baren has to make. To actively tell someone something that he hasn't told his sister and it wars with him. Even after hearing that, even after he buffers the space between them with - ]
That's a bad idea, Chuu.
[He knows it's true. Chuuya's a bad liar. He's too honest.
That's what Baren always liked most about him.
If it's someone like that....]
.... I need you to promise. No lies. You can have secrets - I don't care [he cares, but he doesn't believe in limiting someone's freedom that much when they don't owe him anything] - but whatever you say to me has to be the truth.
And anything I tell you - that's secret. You don't tell anyone. Just me and you.
... Got it?
[It's paranoid and might even sound a little desperate but -
[just look at every single decision that led them here tonight. it's one long string of bad ideas, all of which he went with willingly, just like he's always done with baren.
he rolls over a second time to fish his knife out from where he keeps it by the bed at night (he just feels better, that way), pressing it into baren's hands, still sheathed.
and an impulse strikes, as it has several times before-- and normally chuuya tells it no. normally there's enough emotional distance involved, even when he's been drinking. this time, though, he doesn't quite stop himself from leaning in to press a short little kiss to baren's mouth as he hands the knife over.]
It's already like that, idiot. If that ever changes-- then you can take this and do what you want with it. Pretty sure I'd have it coming.
the weight of the knife in his hands, more familiar to baren now than any weapon should be, and the kiss that comes with it. he freezes from it - backs up enough just to put more distance between him and chuuya, and he doesn't hesitate from letting the confusion show on his face. yes, they went out tonight. yes, baren still went home with him. yes, they hooked up. yes, it all came to this point but
but—
weakly:] Don't - do that, Chuu.
[don't let yourself think that baren is someone worth having.
instead, he shakes his head and focuses on the knife in his hands. he tests the weight of it, thoughtful. zoro had said something similar - betrayal gives baren a right to retaliate, is it? even if he can't imagine being able to follow through....
he turns to chuuya again and tilts his head as an idea - a bad idea - comes to him]
[don't do that. yeah, he knows, he knows-- but it's never made him want to do it any less. still, he backs off when baren pulls away, wondering with a little flash of fear if that was too much-
he's not leaving, at least. chuuya will take it.]
-yeah, I know what that is. C'mon, you don't really think I'm that dumb, right? Why?
[he glances back to the knife in baren's hands, adding:]
Look, if you wanna keep that, it's the only weapon I've got. You'd better get me a replacement in case I need one.
[if it were anyone else he'd refuse to even consider letting them keep it. it's his, it's from his memories, he has ties to it that he wouldn't with just any knife. but if it's baren...
[It's not like Baren can deny the need for a weapon these days. It's with too much ease that he unsheathes the knife - it's too small in his hands, his hallucinations (memories?) tell him that he's used to holding onto something much bigger - and evaluates it. Yeah. He can get Chuuya another like this.
But if Chuuya's not saying no - he decides he wants this one, because Baren constantly reaches for other people. He takes and takes whatever they're willing to give him, just for some tangible something to hold onto that he won't be left alone.]
.... Yeah, done. [He'll get him a replacement but the actual trade - ]
I'll let you keep my secrets if you let me keep your knife.
Yeah. Deal. But you better take care of it, alright?
[he shifts to make himself comfortable, wrapping the blankets around himself to make sure he won't be able to reach out too easily.
and then he goes quiet, because he's not going to push. he lets baren get his thoughts in order, waits for him to decide he's ready to share, just- watching him with his head tilted curiously and his hair falling over his shoulder.]
[Chuuya keeps that shit in the kitchen or his bedside table... Still - Baren will take care of it. More than he says. If it's something in exchange for secrets, which he expects Chuuya to guard closely, Baren will from now on guard this knife with his life. To buy some time, he puts it aside for the time being.
He doesn't expect Chuuya to betray him. There's no need for it.
... When he told Dave a 'difficult Retrospec memory' he summed it down to seconds of content, just to make sure that it was kept secret. He boiled all the emotions out until the only thing left was facts. Cruel, difficult facts.]
Starting from ancient times, the Orochi was born. Whether it's a spirit or a demon, it rises every 300 years to dwell in a human vessel.
[The next words are harder to wrap his mouth around, even though he knows them. They're part of a prophecy. There is no argument.]
Greed, avarice, pride. Devouring all living things, scorching the earth, defiling the seas. The serpent of destruction.
Pay heed, for the Orochi is the enemy of mankind. Seal immediately after - hunting it down.
[Baren's eye falls from where his gaze was locked with Chuuya's, instead resting on the bedsheet. He breathes in - and out, calmly though his posture is agitated. Stiff. His hand comes up to his mouth as if he wonders if there's anything more to say but - that's all he got from his last hallucinomemory. That's what he knows.]
I don't... know what it means. I don't know what it has to do with... this.
[and he gestures back to the eyepatch.
He doesn't know if there's a connection. He doesn't know how to find the vessel of the Orochi. He doesn't know what he's supposed to do or if it exists in this day and age and he hasn't run the calculations for whether it's been 300 years since the Sengoku era even though he knows he should because he's scared alright, he's fucking scared.
So it's the truth.
He doesn't know what the myth has to do with his scales.
[he sees where baren is sort of going with this, and- it's a terrifying thought. he's always been awful at hiding his feelings, can't mask the deep furrow in his brow or the growing concern as baren continues, and it's all he can do to keep his hands to himself.
chuuya knows even less than baren, but he's coming to the same conclusion with that mention of it being a serpent with those strange scales around baren's eye.]
...you think the vessel part might mean-?
[he stops there, shakes his head, not willing to say it out loud. he pauses, takes in another steadying breath.]
I- shit, Baren. I don't know either. But- aren't you the one always saying things don't have to be like whatever we see in those memories? Maybe this prophecy thing doesn't work the same way here, maybe this Orochi doesn't exist. It could just... belong to whatever world you've been seeing, right? Not to you.
[he hopes so, he really hopes so. baren is chaotic, he's always known that, but destructive?
it's harder to think of baren being tied to that.]
[Things don't have to be like how they are in what he's seeing.
Except for some reason, things keep playing out similarly enough that he keeps triggering them. Just like how an angry mob tried to ruin and wreck his shrine in his memories, Zoro could inspire a bunch of people to start a manhunt because they couldn't take a joke. Baren still thinks that people aren't meant to be anything, they just are. Good and bad aren't so clearly defined.
Except.
What if he's really fated to be not worth anything at all?
He's quiet as he considers Chuuya's words, then forces his shoulders to relax. He exhales, then glances back up at Chuuya.]
Yeah... right?
[ . . . . ]
Just makes you wonder what'll happen if that's wrong, though.
[A crack - he'll open the door just a crack. The smallest sliver of his own fears.]
[Not for the first time, Baren thinks that Chuuya's too honest.
His expression doesn't outwardly change, though his fingers do briefly curl around the bed sheets just a bit more, as if trying to find something to hold onto. We? Partners? Even if he agreed to it - he didn't think that it extended this far. There's never been a "we" in Baren's life that he could rely on, not outside of him and Okuni.
Even if it doesn't make its way onto his face, his chest aches with a question: 'How do I learn to trust you?']
... ah...
[A soft exhale.
Partnership was supposed to be a convenient word to get Chuuya to tell him everything, to keep an eye on him. Having him so sincerely believe it... really, how can he believe in someone like Baren like that?]
What, you really want to ask me to be the responsible one? Are you sure about that?
[he's known baren long enough to see that the smile doesn't quite go far enough, that it doesn't light his eyes up in the way chuuya is so familiar with-- so he almost feels compelled to try to keep the mood light, false as it might be. maybe that'll make it more genuine.
a moment later though, his smile fades, because there's no teasing when it comes to this kind of answer.]
I will, okay? Promise. I- don't know how I'd stop you, but... I'd find a way.
[And despite everything, Baren doesn't let his smile drop. It's simple, isn't it? If he's a monster, hunt him down. He says it as plainly as "the dinner leftovers are in your fridge". There's a moment where he reaches up to his hair, fussing with it even now.]
Anyway, isn't that enough scary stories for one night? I'll have nightmares at this rate, Chuu.
...alright. Yeah, I can do that. Just- promise one thing before we leave it there, 'kay?
[he reaches out again there, brushing baren's hand away from his hair. it's important, c'mon.]
If you remember anything about the 'sealing' part that it mentioned, tell me about that too. Seems like a need-to-know type of thing for what you want me to do, you know?
[because if there's more to it than just hunting down a monster, should baren ever become one-- if there's anything that could be an option beyond the obvious end to it-- he'd take it.]
[It's immediate, really. A staple in Baren's language, right next to "Don't tell me what to do" and "It's none of your business". Promises are hard to keep. Considering how much he lies, he knows that his word doesn't mean much but -
Promises. Swears. Those are different.
Still, he lets Chuuya brush his hand away, ends up catching Chuuya's automatically.]
C'mon, Baren, this is kind of a big promise here. You can say you'll tell me one damn thing.
[he sighs, gives his head a little shake, and lightly squeezes baren's hand before he lets go and burrows back into the blankets. he knows how baren is; it's a pain in the ass, but beyond that rebuke he lets it go in favor of getting comfortable and moving on.]
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For Baren to fall asleep somewhere, he needs to feel - a certain type of secure. As if he won't be stabbed in his sleep, the most basic, sure. But more than that, his mind races when he's somewhere unfamiliar. Chuuya's place is somewhere that's been marked as a safe space to him - sometimes just next to Chuuya good enough for the purpose of a nap. When he falls asleep after their adventure, he intends to just take a nap. Be gone by morning. Collect his things from the bedside table - his feathers, his bells, his eyepatch - and leave.
There's the shaking and Baren knows something is wrong when he opens his eyes and is able to see clearly out of both of them.
Immediately he puts distance between them, reaching up to brush his bangs back into place to cover his left eye and - ]
Chuuya.
[A full first name that Baren hasn't said in years - but he can't manage more than that for the moment, his jolted awake, panicked mind racing. God, what does he say to get himself out of this one.]
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There you are-- shit, are you okay? Do I need to call a doctor or something, I know somebody who's up late, I can-
[he's already turning to fumble for his phone in the dim light, knocking his hat and a couple bells off the nightstand; they jingle as they tumble to the ground, and he curses under his breath.]
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Of all the things Baren wants, a doctor is not one of them. Anyone else getting involved - not even remotely part of the plan. Chuuya getting involved at all was not part of the plan. So it's automatic how Baren immediately moves to wrestle Chuuya down to keep from reaching for his phone, pinning his wrist against the mattress as Baren hovers above him.
Despite what he'd prefer, his bangs already get jostled enough so that his eye - and his scales - peek out behind locks of hair.]
Fuck no - chill out. You need to just—
Calm down, okay?
[Words that Baren would like to apply to himself too...]
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[bullshit.
he struggles at first, reflexively, before he stops fighting it and holds still, huffing out a breath.
then he reaches up with his free hand, but instead of brushing his bangs back to get a better look, chuuya covers his eye again in a quick little gesture.]
... okay, okay, no calling anyone. I just- Baren, what the fuck?
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It's the correct move - it means a lot more to Baren that Chuuya is willing to respect his privacy and make sure that his eye is covered properly, but there's still something mean in his sneer - ]
Too gross to look at, right?
[Shut up, Baren.]
But listen - I don't have any more answers than you. I just woke up one day with... that.
[It was also the day that he got the eyepatch, thus leading to his little trend-setting escapade.]
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[try to do something nice for a cactus and get poked by it. yeah, that sounds about right, but he can't help being annoyed at a reaction like that. chuuya huffs and shoves at him, trying to nudge baren off of him.]
...you don't remember anything else about it? I mean- that's kinda how my gravity thing happened, but at least I knew I used to have it.
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Hand over the eyepatch.
[ . . . . and in that small interim of time, he has to make a decision. Will he tell Chuuya about this? The only parts of his stupid hallucination memory whatevers that he... hasn't even told Okuni. Some part of him automatically rejects the idea - Okuni is always the first to know everything.
But he hasn't told her.
He hasn't told her because she'd worry. Chuuya's already worried. Hasn't that skipped a step. Would he be more worried if Baren told him - but if Baren doesn't tell him, what could happen? What if it gets worse? What if the unfortunate connection that he's thinking of.... really is true?
He opens his mouth to answer. Closes it again. For once, the war of emotions is clear on his face - he's sincerely struggling with the idea of trusting someone besides Okuni. Letting anyone else in is...]
... Chuu.
You don't lie to me, right?
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that look on baren's face easily displaces chuuya's annoyance, filling in with concern. if he's struggling this much over telling chuuya, it's got to be more important than usual.
at that question, though, he can't help but start with-]
You don't have to ask obvious shit, Baren.
[he's not a good liar, anyway, but the thing is that he's never felt like he needed to lie to baren. the only thing he keeps to himself would be those unfortunate lingering feelings, but- he's always assumed baren can tell. he's not hiding it so much as just... avoiding the subject.
he sighs, and combs his fingers through his hair.]
'Course I don't lie to you. You're the only one I tell everything to, you know?
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Hadn't he told someone that sometimes it's hard to clearly see the relationships closest to you -
Because right now it's a step and a decision that Baren has to make. To actively tell someone something that he hasn't told his sister and it wars with him. Even after hearing that, even after he buffers the space between them with - ]
That's a bad idea, Chuu.
[He knows it's true. Chuuya's a bad liar. He's too honest.
That's what Baren always liked most about him.
If it's someone like that....]
.... I need you to promise. No lies. You can have secrets - I don't care [he cares, but he doesn't believe in limiting someone's freedom that much when they don't owe him anything] - but whatever you say to me has to be the truth.
And anything I tell you - that's secret. You don't tell anyone. Just me and you.
... Got it?
[It's paranoid and might even sound a little desperate but -
God if Baren isn't a little desperate.]
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[just look at every single decision that led them here tonight. it's one long string of bad ideas, all of which he went with willingly, just like he's always done with baren.
he rolls over a second time to fish his knife out from where he keeps it by the bed at night (he just feels better, that way), pressing it into baren's hands, still sheathed.
and an impulse strikes, as it has several times before-- and normally chuuya tells it no. normally there's enough emotional distance involved, even when he's been drinking. this time, though, he doesn't quite stop himself from leaning in to press a short little kiss to baren's mouth as he hands the knife over.]
It's already like that, idiot. If that ever changes-- then you can take this and do what you want with it. Pretty sure I'd have it coming.
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the weight of the knife in his hands, more familiar to baren now than any weapon should be, and the kiss that comes with it. he freezes from it - backs up enough just to put more distance between him and chuuya, and he doesn't hesitate from letting the confusion show on his face. yes, they went out tonight. yes, baren still went home with him. yes, they hooked up. yes, it all came to this point but
but—
weakly:] Don't - do that, Chuu.
[don't let yourself think that baren is someone worth having.
instead, he shakes his head and focuses on the knife in his hands. he tests the weight of it, thoughtful. zoro had said something similar - betrayal gives baren a right to retaliate, is it? even if he can't imagine being able to follow through....
he turns to chuuya again and tilts his head as an idea - a bad idea - comes to him]
Hey.
You know about collateral, right?
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he's not leaving, at least. chuuya will take it.]
-yeah, I know what that is. C'mon, you don't really think I'm that dumb, right? Why?
[he glances back to the knife in baren's hands, adding:]
Look, if you wanna keep that, it's the only weapon I've got. You'd better get me a replacement in case I need one.
[if it were anyone else he'd refuse to even consider letting them keep it. it's his, it's from his memories, he has ties to it that he wouldn't with just any knife. but if it's baren...
he'd trust him with it.]
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But if Chuuya's not saying no - he decides he wants this one, because Baren constantly reaches for other people. He takes and takes whatever they're willing to give him, just for some tangible something to hold onto that he won't be left alone.]
.... Yeah, done. [He'll get him a replacement but the actual trade - ]
I'll let you keep my secrets if you let me keep your knife.
Deal?
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[he shifts to make himself comfortable, wrapping the blankets around himself to make sure he won't be able to reach out too easily.
and then he goes quiet, because he's not going to push. he lets baren get his thoughts in order, waits for him to decide he's ready to share, just- watching him with his head tilted curiously and his hair falling over his shoulder.]
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[Chuuya keeps that shit in the kitchen or his bedside table... Still - Baren will take care of it. More than he says. If it's something in exchange for secrets, which he expects Chuuya to guard closely, Baren will from now on guard this knife with his life. To buy some time, he puts it aside for the time being.
He doesn't expect Chuuya to betray him. There's no need for it.
... When he told Dave a 'difficult Retrospec memory' he summed it down to seconds of content, just to make sure that it was kept secret. He boiled all the emotions out until the only thing left was facts. Cruel, difficult facts.]
Starting from ancient times, the Orochi was born. Whether it's a spirit or a demon, it rises every 300 years to dwell in a human vessel.
[The next words are harder to wrap his mouth around, even though he knows them. They're part of a prophecy. There is no argument.]
Greed, avarice, pride. Devouring all living things, scorching the earth, defiling the seas. The serpent of destruction.
Pay heed, for the Orochi is the enemy of mankind. Seal immediately after - hunting it down.
[Baren's eye falls from where his gaze was locked with Chuuya's, instead resting on the bedsheet. He breathes in - and out, calmly though his posture is agitated. Stiff. His hand comes up to his mouth as if he wonders if there's anything more to say but - that's all he got from his last hallucinomemory. That's what he knows.]
I don't... know what it means. I don't know what it has to do with... this.
[and he gestures back to the eyepatch.
He doesn't know if there's a connection. He doesn't know how to find the vessel of the Orochi. He doesn't know what he's supposed to do or if it exists in this day and age and he hasn't run the calculations for whether it's been 300 years since the Sengoku era even though he knows he should because he's scared alright, he's fucking scared.
So it's the truth.
He doesn't know what the myth has to do with his scales.
But he has a terrifying hunch.]
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chuuya knows even less than baren, but he's coming to the same conclusion with that mention of it being a serpent with those strange scales around baren's eye.]
...you think the vessel part might mean-?
[he stops there, shakes his head, not willing to say it out loud. he pauses, takes in another steadying breath.]
I- shit, Baren. I don't know either. But- aren't you the one always saying things don't have to be like whatever we see in those memories? Maybe this prophecy thing doesn't work the same way here, maybe this Orochi doesn't exist. It could just... belong to whatever world you've been seeing, right? Not to you.
[he hopes so, he really hopes so. baren is chaotic, he's always known that, but destructive?
it's harder to think of baren being tied to that.]
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Except for some reason, things keep playing out similarly enough that he keeps triggering them. Just like how an angry mob tried to ruin and wreck his shrine in his memories, Zoro could inspire a bunch of people to start a manhunt because they couldn't take a joke. Baren still thinks that people aren't meant to be anything, they just are. Good and bad aren't so clearly defined.
Except.
What if he's really fated to be not worth anything at all?
He's quiet as he considers Chuuya's words, then forces his shoulders to relax. He exhales, then glances back up at Chuuya.]
Yeah... right?
[ . . . . ]
Just makes you wonder what'll happen if that's wrong, though.
[A crack - he'll open the door just a crack. The smallest sliver of his own fears.]
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[concern shifts to determination there, chin lifting slightly, jaw set.]
You're not the kind of person to just give up. And-
[chuuya lets a small smile crack through, there.]
We're partners now, you know? If that's wrong, I'm not gonna let you deal with it by yourself.
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His expression doesn't outwardly change, though his fingers do briefly curl around the bed sheets just a bit more, as if trying to find something to hold onto. We? Partners? Even if he agreed to it - he didn't think that it extended this far. There's never been a "we" in Baren's life that he could rely on, not outside of him and Okuni.
Even if it doesn't make its way onto his face, his chest aches with a question: 'How do I learn to trust you?']
... ah...
[A soft exhale.
Partnership was supposed to be a convenient word to get Chuuya to tell him everything, to keep an eye on him. Having him so sincerely believe it... really, how can he believe in someone like Baren like that?]
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You're too much, Chuu.
[He lets a small smile play across his lips, his eyebrow raising.]
If this ends up being wrong, it's on you to stop me, alright?
[A joke - lighthearted... except for the pieces in where it's not, where the mirth doesn't quite reach Baren's eyes.]
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[he's known baren long enough to see that the smile doesn't quite go far enough, that it doesn't light his eyes up in the way chuuya is so familiar with-- so he almost feels compelled to try to keep the mood light, false as it might be. maybe that'll make it more genuine.
a moment later though, his smile fades, because there's no teasing when it comes to this kind of answer.]
I will, okay? Promise. I- don't know how I'd stop you, but... I'd find a way.
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[And despite everything, Baren doesn't let his smile drop. It's simple, isn't it? If he's a monster, hunt him down. He says it as plainly as "the dinner leftovers are in your fridge". There's a moment where he reaches up to his hair, fussing with it even now.]
Anyway, isn't that enough scary stories for one night? I'll have nightmares at this rate, Chuu.
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[he reaches out again there, brushing baren's hand away from his hair. it's important, c'mon.]
If you remember anything about the 'sealing' part that it mentioned, tell me about that too. Seems like a need-to-know type of thing for what you want me to do, you know?
[because if there's more to it than just hunting down a monster, should baren ever become one-- if there's anything that could be an option beyond the obvious end to it-- he'd take it.]
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[It's immediate, really. A staple in Baren's language, right next to "Don't tell me what to do" and "It's none of your business". Promises are hard to keep. Considering how much he lies, he knows that his word doesn't mean much but -
Promises. Swears. Those are different.
Still, he lets Chuuya brush his hand away, ends up catching Chuuya's automatically.]
... but I'll think about it.
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[he sighs, gives his head a little shake, and lightly squeezes baren's hand before he lets go and burrows back into the blankets. he knows how baren is; it's a pain in the ass, but beyond that rebuke he lets it go in favor of getting comfortable and moving on.]
Whatever. We can talk later, I guess.
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