Susato Mikotoba 🌸 御琴羽 寿沙都 (
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songerein2023-06-04 11:24 am
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[12] all this time i was pretending,
Who: Susato and Kazuma
Which: Closed log
Where: Their home/The Harvest
What: In the aftermath of Hyde, Kazuma grows distant. Understanding why doesn't make it any easier on Susato.
Warnings: Will add. (None... planned??)
[ Are they ever going to talk about it? ...Is there even anything to talk about that they haven't already discussed? What does he need?
The Harvest household remains in a state of unease as the restaurant is forced to close its doors for much needed repairs. However relieved Susato may feel at the Story Eater's successful sealing, she finds it difficult to express it. Kazuma seems more distant than he had ever been before, and it feels like they've barely spoken, though perhaps that's to be expected. It isn't unusual nowadays for him to stay up late down at the Harvest, and though she constantly finds herself tossing and turning, glancing up at the door at every sound—never sleeping well—she never protests.
Even when he is still gone the next morning, as is the case yet again. As if it weren't difficult enough to pry herself out of bed.
She sucks in breath to brace for her protest from her arms as she pulls herself up, wincing at the ache. Though it may be futile, she still spends a few minutes, walking about the home, calling his name softly.
...It's fine. No matter where he is, she still feels obligated to make him breakfast. She could probably do this as she is: her hair, a long, frazzled mess, along with very comfortable pyjamas; but a shower and fresh clothes would surely invigorate her in a way she needs right now. Luckily, choosing an outfit is effortless when you tend to wear the same kimono every day like a uniform, so she finds herself back in their room, picking one out without thought from a sea of pink in their wardrobe.
Her arm struggles against sleeves, fabric catching on the gauze hiding her scaly patch of nightmare scar. She winces, once again wondering if she should contact him through the journal or continue to give him his space. ]
Which: Closed log
Where: Their home/The Harvest
What: In the aftermath of Hyde, Kazuma grows distant. Understanding why doesn't make it any easier on Susato.
Warnings: Will add. (None... planned??)
[ Are they ever going to talk about it? ...Is there even anything to talk about that they haven't already discussed? What does he need?
The Harvest household remains in a state of unease as the restaurant is forced to close its doors for much needed repairs. However relieved Susato may feel at the Story Eater's successful sealing, she finds it difficult to express it. Kazuma seems more distant than he had ever been before, and it feels like they've barely spoken, though perhaps that's to be expected. It isn't unusual nowadays for him to stay up late down at the Harvest, and though she constantly finds herself tossing and turning, glancing up at the door at every sound—never sleeping well—she never protests.
Even when he is still gone the next morning, as is the case yet again. As if it weren't difficult enough to pry herself out of bed.
She sucks in breath to brace for her protest from her arms as she pulls herself up, wincing at the ache. Though it may be futile, she still spends a few minutes, walking about the home, calling his name softly.
...It's fine. No matter where he is, she still feels obligated to make him breakfast. She could probably do this as she is: her hair, a long, frazzled mess, along with very comfortable pyjamas; but a shower and fresh clothes would surely invigorate her in a way she needs right now. Luckily, choosing an outfit is effortless when you tend to wear the same kimono every day like a uniform, so she finds herself back in their room, picking one out without thought from a sea of pink in their wardrobe.
Her arm struggles against sleeves, fabric catching on the gauze hiding her scaly patch of nightmare scar. She winces, once again wondering if she should contact him through the journal or continue to give him his space. ]

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them. He just wants to work, keep himself busy, anything to keep his mind off of what happened last month. No one is mad or upset at him, but letting Hyde cause more horrors than he had ever experienced back in the Realm of Stories, it doesn't sit well with his conscious.
He hurt the people closest to him.
He doesn't want to talk about any of it, he just wants to work. And when he wasn't, went somewhere to have some privacy. Work on something else. But even work will eventually be unable to keep him distract. Eventually, he's going to start missing someone's company, her company. The yearning only gets stronger with each passing day until one day-]
Ah! [There's a thump as Kazuma falls over. He had just been sitting at a desk, so to suddenly have no chair, he lost his balance. His eyes are on Susato's backside as he's been apparently teleported into their bedroom.]
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She is vulnerable. This is a private space!!!
She's— ]
K, Kazuma—!
[ She lets out a shrill yelp that sounds suspiciously like a squeak. ]
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Gone is Susato.
......When she next opens her eyes, all she can see is pink. After a moment, Kazuma will see a rustling in her kimono, discarded on the floor. ]
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Susato?! [She's no longer where she was standing. Did she teleport somehow as well? Then he sees it, something wiggling around in the kimono she was putting on. Kneeling down, rummaging through the clothes to find-]
-!! [There's....a rabbit. A very fluffy, cute rabbit.]
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A, Again?! I thought— [ Her Essence is gone, isn't it? This shouldn't be possible! This isn't even touching on the fact that she is naked right now. She can't speak, but as she thinks the words she wishes to convey, perhaps Kazuma can feel that connection.
...
......What is she supposed to say? Can he even take her seriously like this? ]
Sorry. [ What? No that doesn't seem right, either. He should be the one apologizing! But as she halfheartedly tries to channel that anger, she can only feel relief. ]
You're here...
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......... [Whatever he wanted to say, it's gone out the window. He just...he just wants to scoop up the little bunny, sit down and just, pet her. To comfort her, comfort himself? Who knows, it just seem like the right action to take right now.]
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Her little feet kick in protest slightly, but not for long as she is scooped up. That familiar warmth, his gentleness, makes her feel protected, though there is still a nervousness behind it. Her ears fold back as he strokes her, her eyes closed, and she'll admit that his lap is very comfortable. She is almost lost in it. The silence that surrounds them, a moment they haven't had in quite a while.
The contently hums, but all that comes out is a subtle snorting noise, the equivalent to a cat purring. What was that??
...She can't even tell if he can understand her. ]
Where were you? I have been worried, you know...
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I'm sorry. [Was he answering her, or just telling her in general? He lets out some air, continuing to pet her. The motion just felt so calming.] I hope you're not stuck like this, cute as you are.
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Susato appears to shake her head. She's still not convinced he can understand her thoughts, but it's becoming likelier by the second. He has dodged her question in favor of a compliment, of course, but that is not unlike him. She feels a little self-conscious now, and as the petting continues, she eventually crawls up onto her hind legs to paw at...
Well, it would have been his chest, if she could reach it. It's probably closer to his stomach.
There's just a pause as she meets his eyes. He looks terrible, but he is still hers. It's not like she's faring much better anyway in the sleep department, so at least this form mostly disguises the bags underneath her eyes. ]
I thought my Essence was gone, but there appear to be some lingering effects.
[ To put it mildly. Is she trying to hug him, or asking to be picked up? ]
I... Do you hear me?
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I can understand you, if that's what you're wondering. [How? Maybe their love is just that strong, though Kazuma kind of chuckles at the very idea. He just does. His brows furrow at the mention of essence. At least the one given to her was far less harmful than his.] Maybe you just need to think you're a person again.
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Perhaps I must earn it.
Perhaps this form was given back to me to lift your spirits.
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Heh...well it is working, but I don't want you to stay like this. [Does she liks scritches? She's getting scritches and maybe a belly rub.]
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Please don't worry about me for now. I...
[ Ugh. This is just, not at all how she imagined this conversation, but that's just how it's going to have to be, isn't it? ]
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...At first, I thought maybe you'd grown tired of me, you know... I wondered. [ Is she suffocating him? Does he simply need the space to himself to process all that's happened, or was it something else? ]
But I think I know you better than that.
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I would never. I'm glad you're still here with me, even after everything.
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For a moment, she can only take comfort in this, saying nothing at all as the tension in her body starts to ease. ]
Yes... I know. [ It's hard to scold him like this, though her voice takes on a slight huffy quality to it. ] You do have a funny way of showing it, sometimes.
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Sorry, that I haven't really been around. I'm sure I've caused some distress for you.
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Well, it was never about me. [ Perhaps that is why she did not pursue him as much as she feels she should have. ] But I am sorry, too.
[ She doesn't really clarify what for. When his hand next comes down, she lifts her nose to meet it and licks his palm with affection. ]
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For what? I feel I've cause everyone the most trouble.
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For what? ]
I thought I could bring you back. Help you win against your inner demons.
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I heard you, despite everything that was happening. It may not seem much, but you manage to help me keep him at bay a few times.
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Hmm.
[ She doesn't entirely sound convinced, can't even bring herself to agree. But she hums, conceding, because she feels like giving him that is the least she could do.
She finally looks at him, eyes bright and apologetic. Her nose twitches, sniffing curiously as it inches closer to his. She wonders if it hurts. ]
Then I am sorry I bit you. [ He kind of deserved it, though. ]
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I wouldn't think you'd allow someone to talk you down without consequences.
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She can be heard giggling somewhat, as if trying to encourage it, but after an otherwise quiet moment where they can just be silly, she speaks again. ]
If only words had been enough. But you're back now. There is nothing that we cannot fix together.
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Well, we can start with figuring out how to change you back. Cute as you are like this, I'd like human Susato more. [Have some scritches behind the ear.]
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