[ returning “home” as evening barely begins to settle and when the cold becomes harsher, makima has her goods collected in bags she could carry between her fingers and share with shigeo. within them was the base of their night’s dinner (fish and clam chowder with buttered, baked asparagus as an entry dish), snacks, and the proper materials needed to participate in winter mournings.
just as they walk, side by side, makima frees one of her hands to hold out and curves it insistently beside the boy. she’s offering him her hand to take, tagged with a nurturing, maternal air to cop off the demand in her words (but not entirely lessen them). ]
[the shopping was nice, it was normal, the sort of thing he didn't really do much but still existed in the scope of a world he easily understood. he thinks a lot these days about being a good roommate and what that means- robby's dad said he should learn karate about it, online sources said to be polite and quiet. he wonders about learning to cook properly, and doing chores better. things like that.
(he misses his parents a lot sometimes. makima reminds him just enough of both in small ways it aches sometimes.)
he glances over when she offers her hand, a little surprised. did she want to hold hands? or for her to give him something? the direct question (order, some would say. he doesn't think of that, some people are just more direct, aren't they?) is easier. he offers her his hand, curious.]
[ a tiny little paw, and so chilly! makima takes the smaller hand in her's and cups around it. ]
Mhm, [ as if she's confirmed exactly what she was thinking, ] It's cold, isn't it? I've got just the thing.
[ and slipped into his palm with nimble fingers, being guided to close his around it is a tiny marble shape. a dull, constant heat drawls from it like a palpable pocket-sized heater. inspecting what she's put in his hand will reveal a bloodstone— probably coldblood, from how blue it is. ]
There's someone offering generous gifts and wishes on the network in exchange for 'nothing', please, please don't take up the offer. It feels ... wrong.
[ Maul's back? Truthfully, it doesn't matter if Robby saw Mob talking to him or not, the same message comes to him regardless on the same day as Maul's post: ]
dont go near maul. he killed my dad over a bullshit reason and hes always talking about enjoying killing people
[ Robby saw it like one time but someone is salty!!! ]
[shockingly 'a guy killed my dad' is a very good reason to be salty. mob's 'forgive everyone' agenda is strong but he considers if someone killed reigen, or ritsu, or daniel. or robby.
... yeah okay, how robby feels here is pretty valid, even with the coming back thing. it was still being hurt badly.]
i guess that makes sense as to why he thinks people aren't going to believe him. i was kinda confused because he's only been nice to me
this store sells figurines so cheaply but i don't know any of the characters. do you want a cool robot even if he turns out to be a bad guy when we find the comic book on the beach later
[ Something's off. It's a nagging in him, one that Robby can't initially pinpoint, because he's still getting used to that: recognising what's his feelings and not, and what means anything, or not much at all. For the way they felt against each other immediately after their bond was made, Mob is quiet, soft--a stirring now and then that catches Robby's attention, but more receptive in those moments he focuses on the other boy.
Because he doesn't forget about the bond. There's those moments he wants to peek, and while their bond an emotional one, curiosity is a feeling too. It becomes easy to know when him or Mob are feeling something about the other--like the other turning their head towards them, a presence.
But right now, there's a point where he can't be confused about the feelings from the other, regardless of his exclusion. It's like a welling balloon inside of him, a pressure kept from bursting from self-control.
He tries feeling in Mob's direction, an 'alright?' signalled by concern. But Mob's distracted, and as the feeling goes, Robby switches to his omni. A few messages sent, and now he wishes he could contact the guy's omen. Can he do that? He'll figure it out later. ]
mob. everything ok?
where are u
tell me if u need to get away
[ There's a panic in Robby of what could be going on, the guilt and emotions swirling from Mob's side. He can't be feeling like that--he needs to keep his cool, so he keeps his hands on his omni, breathes; thinks about the quiet of the world he always goes to clear his head, and reaches out.
He makes himself known, calm and concerned, but most of all present. A reminder: I'm here.
And hopefully, his feelings can do their job and wash over Mob, bring down that tension in himself. If only he's doing this right. ]
it's easy to when usually it isn't. largely it's easy to because everything he's feeling during the fight, after, he carefully packs away. it's funny, he's spoken to enough people here about power and emotion he can't exactly deny what he's doing isn't good. he knows if someone else was deconstructing themselves this way, pressing their feelings down until they were pressure under the skin, denying their feelings purchase- well, if someone else was he'd be worried about them. he wouldn't think it was a smart idea. he'd think it was sad.
master reigen told him he's like everyone else. it's something he clings to, even if in moments like these sometimes it stings, just a little. part of him wants to be able to explain to people the scope of things. just how dangerous he is, how tied that danger is to how he feels, how he doesn't know what to do besides this. how ritsu's right to say some of what he said. everything's worse if he's upset. this place was made for someone like him.
he's still standing in the living room when his omni pings. a slow blink and he looks at it, suddenly remembering some of what swirled in his head was robby now. robby's feelings that got packed away with his own, and when he finally allows himself to look he senses calm. he feels calm, not his own but it's undeniably easing his shoulders from their tense line.
a calm that makes a spike of grief crack it's way out of the box before it's sealed again. he really upset ritsu with this bond. he was just trying to do what was right by his little brother, but he hurt him instead.]
i'm home
sorry
[it takes a minute, as he struggles. between his thoughts wanting to take bad turns and robby's calm he's teetering between 91% and 92% quickly, back and forth.]
sorry to worry you
[getting away though, that might be a good idea. he's not sure if they woke up sunny and makima, but mob's... he doesn't want to get upset and hurt the house. hurt them. he already barely managed not to break the windows when ritsu left.]
i need to get away can we go somewhere away from everyone?
[ What a way to start a phone call, right.. But Chizuru is - if nothing else - ever polite. Even under these semi-awkward circumstances. Yes, she's been told to contact Mob, and yes, it's not like she minds doing so under these circumstances, but Chizuru is always a touch nervous around new people..
S-She's doing her best though! ]
My name is Chizuru Yukimura. I'm sorry for contacting you so suddenly, but you are.. Mob, right? I heard about what happened. [ From Robby, but she's leaving that out, instead hoping the other will assume it's just through some network post.. Robby did seem kind of cagey about talking to Mob himself, after all, so maybe it's better to not mention him? ] I wanted to ask if you were alright after all of that.. It sounded like an awful lot to go through.
[when mob picks up the omni he isn't entirely sure what to expect. he doesn't recognize the name immediately, so that means it's someone he probably doesn't know, which means it's probably about what happened. maybe someone who got hurt, or... worse. he isn't sure there is a worse, but there might have been. hurt is bad enough.
no sleepers have been mad at him yet, which is pretty surprising. some of the people who live in the trench have been, sure, but everyone he knew there or not has been more worried about him than destruction, or the hurting. it's a lot to process. sometimes he's deeply grateful and sometimes he feels like he's getting away with something he shouldn't get away with.
so having someone new call is a weird sort of bracing. it would probably be good to be called out on what happened. he really, really doesn't want anyone to hate him though.
the girl's voice certainly doesn't sound angry though. he's never been great at reading people so maybe he's wrong, but she just sounds very nice. the name is sort of familiar too, now that she says it. where has he heard it before...?]
Ah yes. I'm Kageyama Shigeo, or Mob is fine. [just as polite and soft back. can two people out nervously polite each other, fight] ... that's very kind of you.
[he needs a moment again. people were so kind and generous here. it's the first time he's unsure of how to feel about that fact.] I'm more worried about everyone else. A lot of people got hurt. [a pause.] I'm sorry if you did, or someone you knew.
[he'd be bowing but phone call. he does sort of bow his head though.]
[ Hello, Mob, how are you enjoying being bodyswapped with Sunny? Being in a body without a cosmic power haunting you, and all that fun jazz.
What Mob may or may not realise--depending on how used he's gotten to its presence--is that he still has a connection with Robby; distant, as they've both been trying to keep it with their feelings muted, but there. A proverbial red string, or some sort of equivalence.
Fortunately (or unfortunately), a reminder will come when a feeling of confusion wafts over the link, one that seems to be directed at--or about--Mob himself. Brief, there, an almost puzzled question; but even if Mob should answer, something seems to distract and take it away.
--until it comes back with an alarm a few seconds later, and there's no mistaking the way Robby intentionally tugs on the bond. Worry, panic, an emotional means of asking, searching: Are you okay? Do you need help? Mob.
You could have literally been just vibing, Mob. Robby seems to think otherwise. ]
this should be a dream come true. he should be taking the time to feel things without fear, or exist without the insane pressure that came with the bulk of his abilities. he should be doing a lot of things but he feels off, wrong, ill fitting. a bit flat and stretched thin, not... really himself.
which isn't something he wants to think about, so he doesn't. and feeling things? turns out that's pretty scary still, even with powers attached. almost like there's something valuable to be learned here about repression, his powers and who he is. maybe!
he does like white space though. he wishes his powers made a place like that.
a place he's chilling out in until he feels a tug that sends him to the real world. he's confused, blinking up at the ceiling. what? it takes the alarm coming back to realize-
robby. part of him aches to feel robby worried about him because- well, he wasn't sure robby even wanted anything to do with him anymore. he's been wondering if he should ask to break the bond, but they haven't been talking at all and maybe part of him doesn't really want to. he liked having a bond with robby. he's selfish and childish enough to hope maybe things can work out.
he's been so careful with the bond it's strange to prod at it again. especially now, feeling so out of sorts, with no power to speak of. his power before made the bond easier to navigate, manipulate, but here he's so clumsy. muted in a different way than he usually is, less like a tight lid on building pressure and more like a frayed, worn cloth.
he just projects confusion as best he can, a question. why is robby worried? maybe in a moment he'll think to grab his omni but right now just having the bond open again is... it's good.]
[ .. well, has Daniel ever had a lot of News recently. He's been trying to figure out for a little bit how to exactly approach Mob over it. It's difficult, but in a different way than with Robby. Daniel doesn't expect the younger boy to be stubborn about it, which helps, but there's another complications entirely here. Especially since the matter of Mob's powers is involved, and Daniel doesn't want to make Mob feel worse about that again..
It calls for delicacy, and Daniel isn't quite as sure he can provide that when his nerves feel so frayed whenever he thinks about this.
But he has to try. Mob is one of his students. Daniel is responsible for him. He has to protect him from these things. ]
Shigeo, do you mind coming over? I have something I'd like to talk with you about.
[ He figures it's probably better to do this.. outside of class times.. ]
[honestly mob should probably be concerned, this had that 'we need to talk' air but the boy cannot read a room let alone the tone of a text, so there's no worry whatsoever as he replies.]
okay sensei you mean now?
[maybe daniel needs help with something? either way he's already getting ready to go, just in case.]
[ jinx's shop has yielded some fine trinkets— it had just been a bit of a shame that they were stashed away ever since makima faced sharon's beastform, and would remain that way until she was further into recovery. it didn't take that long, at least. sleepers tend to heal rather quickly. well, if she doesn't have immediate passive immortality anymore, she'll take this. once she's able to walk around the house by herself, it's during this early(ish) morning that she peeks into one of the boy's bedrooms, steps right in . . . well, brownie thinks it's acceptable to launch himself onto mob's bed before makima can gently sit by the bedside. silly puppy.
makima simply watches for a bit and admires her pup the way an owner would. so cute. growing. hers. reminded of plenty of films with parents that sit close to their children and welcome them to a new day, she decides to try it herself— and she's not disappointed. whether he's already been stirred awake or not, she brushes his messy bed-bangs away from his face and speaks, soft and welcoming like the morning outside in hopes that waking up is a smooth process. even though trench lacked quite a bit of sunlight, at least she could make up for it with her own fabricated warmth: ]
[when mob sleeps things tend to float, which is a major reason he keeps anything breakable out of his room. it does mean small things he does keep around circle the air idly, jittering a little when sweet brownie's jump to the bed makes mob shift and stir.
said items settle and drop as he blinks awake, a brief moment of sleepy confusion before he registers it's makima. of course it is, miss makima always feels close by now, in a way even his bond with robby never quite felt. there's a lot of talk going on that's made him consider the contract more but he's never been able to find fault with this feeling it gives him, that she'll always be there.]
Miss Makima. [a still sleepy murmur, and maybe he'll let himself bask in the comfort of her hand for a moment before pulling himself to sit up, a slow blink.] Good morning.
[he registers she probably has some intent, a tilt of his head when he notices she's holding something out of view. of course brownie needs attention first so he gets pats.]
[ Since speaking with Daniel and Robby, there are few things Chozen has been sure of among the many thoughts he is turning over about the situation unfolding with the students of Miyagi-do and the mysterious Miss Makima. One of those few sure things is that, whatever is truly happening, he has ample reason to pursue his concerns. Another is that he has several more people he wants to speak with before he can be sure of anything else.
Kageyama Shigeo is the first he approaches. Mob is a different sort of teenager than Robby in Chozen's estimation, so the tack he takes is also different. It is still not exactly an ambush, but first step is a bit more...direct.
Chozen waits until Mob has come to the dojo to practice his communication skills, observing the young man's arrival from a concealed angle around an outer corner of the building itself. Mob looks very much as he always does, and Chozen wonders with a touch of internal bitterness how much he has allowed himself to overlook behind that placid surface.
He unfolds to standing and emerges from the shadow of the house, lifting his hand in greeting. ]
Hello, Kageyama-san.
[ Between the two of them, one on one, he uses Japanese. ]
[mob makes his way through whatever routine he has when entering the dojo for lessons- if his gi is needed that's changed into, he goes to check on the bonsai just because he likes them, he usually goes to greet daniel and whoever else may be around.
in this case chozen approaches first, getting a polite bow of his head.] Hello, sensei.
[the japanese is nice, familiar. sensei toguchi is very, very different from sensei larusso but in a way that mob finds kind of comforting. his own master back home was a bit of an oddball, after all.]
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just as they walk, side by side, makima frees one of her hands to hold out and curves it insistently beside the boy. she’s offering him her hand to take, tagged with a nurturing, maternal air to cop off the demand in her words (but not entirely lessen them). ]
Let me see your hand.
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(he misses his parents a lot sometimes. makima reminds him just enough of both in small ways it aches sometimes.)
he glances over when she offers her hand, a little surprised. did she want to hold hands? or for her to give him something? the direct question (order, some would say. he doesn't think of that, some people are just more direct, aren't they?) is easier. he offers her his hand, curious.]
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Mhm, [ as if she's confirmed exactly what she was thinking, ] It's cold, isn't it? I've got just the thing.
[ and slipped into his palm with nimble fingers, being guided to close his around it is a tiny marble shape. a dull, constant heat drawls from it like a palpable pocket-sized heater. inspecting what she's put in his hand will reveal a bloodstone— probably coldblood, from how blue it is. ]
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There's someone offering generous gifts and wishes on the network in exchange for 'nothing', please, please don't take up the offer. It feels ... wrong.
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You're worried he wants something? I thought he might just be bored.
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dont go near maul. he killed my dad over a bullshit reason and hes always talking about enjoying killing people
[ Robby saw it like one time but someone is salty!!! ]
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... yeah okay, how robby feels here is pretty valid, even with the coming back thing. it was still being hurt badly.]
i guess that makes sense as to why he thinks people aren't going to believe him. i was kinda confused because he's only been nice to me
is your dad okay?
[dying seems like kind of a lot!]
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hey mob. you busy?
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[perhaps yet another cool plant/rock/shell? sorry about how many of those gifts you've been getting from this kid.]
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night before ~the incident~ // un: kickflips, text
Because he doesn't forget about the bond. There's those moments he wants to peek, and while their bond an emotional one, curiosity is a feeling too. It becomes easy to know when him or Mob are feeling something about the other--like the other turning their head towards them, a presence.
But right now, there's a point where he can't be confused about the feelings from the other, regardless of his exclusion. It's like a welling balloon inside of him, a pressure kept from bursting from self-control.
He tries feeling in Mob's direction, an 'alright?' signalled by concern. But Mob's distracted, and as the feeling goes, Robby switches to his omni. A few messages sent, and now he wishes he could contact the guy's omen. Can he do that? He'll figure it out later. ]
mob. everything ok?
where are u
tell me if u need to get away
[ There's a panic in Robby of what could be going on, the guilt and emotions swirling from Mob's side. He can't be feeling like that--he needs to keep his cool, so he keeps his hands on his omni, breathes; thinks about the quiet of the world he always goes to clear his head, and reaches out.
He makes himself known, calm and concerned, but most of all present. A reminder: I'm here.
And hopefully, his feelings can do their job and wash over Mob, bring down that tension in himself. If only he's doing this right. ]
night of the last day, 12 hours remain...
it's easy to when usually it isn't. largely it's easy to because everything he's feeling during the fight, after, he carefully packs away. it's funny, he's spoken to enough people here about power and emotion he can't exactly deny what he's doing isn't good. he knows if someone else was deconstructing themselves this way, pressing their feelings down until they were pressure under the skin, denying their feelings purchase- well, if someone else was he'd be worried about them. he wouldn't think it was a smart idea. he'd think it was sad.
master reigen told him he's like everyone else. it's something he clings to, even if in moments like these sometimes it stings, just a little. part of him wants to be able to explain to people the scope of things. just how dangerous he is, how tied that danger is to how he feels, how he doesn't know what to do besides this. how ritsu's right to say some of what he said. everything's worse if he's upset. this place was made for someone like him.
he's still standing in the living room when his omni pings. a slow blink and he looks at it, suddenly remembering some of what swirled in his head was robby now. robby's feelings that got packed away with his own, and when he finally allows himself to look he senses calm. he feels calm, not his own but it's undeniably easing his shoulders from their tense line.
a calm that makes a spike of grief crack it's way out of the box before it's sealed again. he really upset ritsu with this bond. he was just trying to do what was right by his little brother, but he hurt him instead.]
i'm home
sorry
[it takes a minute, as he struggles. between his thoughts wanting to take bad turns and robby's calm he's teetering between 91% and 92% quickly, back and forth.]
sorry to worry you
[getting away though, that might be a good idea. he's not sure if they woke up sunny and makima, but mob's... he doesn't want to get upset and hurt the house. hurt them. he already barely managed not to break the windows when ritsu left.]
i need to get away
can we go somewhere away from everyone?
😳
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[ What a way to start a phone call, right.. But Chizuru is - if nothing else - ever polite. Even under these semi-awkward circumstances. Yes, she's been told to contact Mob, and yes, it's not like she minds doing so under these circumstances, but Chizuru is always a touch nervous around new people..
S-She's doing her best though! ]
My name is Chizuru Yukimura. I'm sorry for contacting you so suddenly, but you are.. Mob, right? I heard about what happened. [ From Robby, but she's leaving that out, instead hoping the other will assume it's just through some network post.. Robby did seem kind of cagey about talking to Mob himself, after all, so maybe it's better to not mention him? ] I wanted to ask if you were alright after all of that.. It sounded like an awful lot to go through.
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no sleepers have been mad at him yet, which is pretty surprising. some of the people who live in the trench have been, sure, but everyone he knew there or not has been more worried about him than destruction, or the hurting. it's a lot to process. sometimes he's deeply grateful and sometimes he feels like he's getting away with something he shouldn't get away with.
so having someone new call is a weird sort of bracing. it would probably be good to be called out on what happened. he really, really doesn't want anyone to hate him though.
the girl's voice certainly doesn't sound angry though. he's never been great at reading people so maybe he's wrong, but she just sounds very nice. the name is sort of familiar too, now that she says it. where has he heard it before...?]
Ah yes. I'm Kageyama Shigeo, or Mob is fine. [just as polite and soft back.
can two people out nervously polite each other, fight] ... that's very kind of you.[he needs a moment again. people were so kind and generous here. it's the first time he's unsure of how to feel about that fact.] I'm more worried about everyone else. A lot of people got hurt. [a pause.] I'm sorry if you did, or someone you knew.
[he'd be bowing but phone call. he does sort of bow his head though.]
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[ during mob and sunny's body swap ; familial bond ]
What Mob may or may not realise--depending on how used he's gotten to its presence--is that he still has a connection with Robby; distant, as they've both been trying to keep it with their feelings muted, but there. A proverbial red string, or some sort of equivalence.
Fortunately (or unfortunately), a reminder will come when a feeling of confusion wafts over the link, one that seems to be directed at--or about--Mob himself. Brief, there, an almost puzzled question; but even if Mob should answer, something seems to distract and take it away.
--until it comes back with an alarm a few seconds later, and there's no mistaking the way Robby intentionally tugs on the bond. Worry, panic, an emotional means of asking, searching: Are you okay? Do you need help? Mob.
You could have literally been just vibing, Mob. Robby seems to think otherwise. ]
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this should be a dream come true. he should be taking the time to feel things without fear, or exist without the insane pressure that came with the bulk of his abilities. he should be doing a lot of things but he feels off, wrong, ill fitting. a bit flat and stretched thin, not... really himself.
which isn't something he wants to think about, so he doesn't. and feeling things? turns out that's pretty scary still, even with powers attached. almost like there's something valuable to be learned here about repression, his powers and who he is. maybe!
he does like white space though. he wishes his powers made a place like that.
a place he's chilling out in until he feels a tug that sends him to the real world. he's confused, blinking up at the ceiling. what? it takes the alarm coming back to realize-
robby. part of him aches to feel robby worried about him because- well, he wasn't sure robby even wanted anything to do with him anymore. he's been wondering if he should ask to break the bond, but they haven't been talking at all and maybe part of him doesn't really want to. he liked having a bond with robby. he's selfish and childish enough to hope maybe things can work out.
he's been so careful with the bond it's strange to prod at it again. especially now, feeling so out of sorts, with no power to speak of. his power before made the bond easier to navigate, manipulate, but here he's so clumsy. muted in a different way than he usually is, less like a tight lid on building pressure and more like a frayed, worn cloth.
he just projects confusion as best he can, a question. why is robby worried? maybe in a moment he'll think to grab his omni but right now just having the bond open again is... it's good.]
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did something happen?
[color him baffled. he knows sunny is upset with makima but otherwise it's hard to imagine anyone being.]
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It calls for delicacy, and Daniel isn't quite as sure he can provide that when his nerves feel so frayed whenever he thinks about this.
But he has to try. Mob is one of his students. Daniel is responsible for him. He has to protect him from these things. ]
Shigeo, do you mind coming over? I have something I'd like to talk with you about.
[ He figures it's probably better to do this.. outside of class times.. ]
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okay sensei
you mean now?
[maybe daniel needs help with something? either way he's already getting ready to go, just in case.]
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sometime soon after people talking smack :')
makima simply watches for a bit and admires her pup the way an owner would. so cute. growing. hers. reminded of plenty of films with parents that sit close to their children and welcome them to a new day, she decides to try it herself— and she's not disappointed. whether he's already been stirred awake or not, she brushes his messy bed-bangs away from his face and speaks, soft and welcoming like the morning outside in hopes that waking up is a smooth process. even though trench lacked quite a bit of sunlight, at least she could make up for it with her own fabricated warmth: ]
Good morning, Shigeo.
[ she has something behind her back. ]
makima has done nothing wrong 2k23
said items settle and drop as he blinks awake, a brief moment of sleepy confusion before he registers it's makima. of course it is, miss makima always feels close by now, in a way even his bond with robby never quite felt. there's a lot of talk going on that's made him consider the contract more but he's never been able to find fault with this feeling it gives him, that she'll always be there.]
Miss Makima. [a still sleepy murmur, and maybe he'll let himself bask in the comfort of her hand for a moment before pulling himself to sit up, a slow blink.] Good morning.
[he registers she probably has some intent, a tilt of his head when he notices she's holding something out of view. of course brownie needs attention first so he gets pats.]
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Kageyama Shigeo is the first he approaches. Mob is a different sort of teenager than Robby in Chozen's estimation, so the tack he takes is also different. It is still not exactly an ambush, but first step is a bit more...direct.
Chozen waits until Mob has come to the dojo to practice his communication skills, observing the young man's arrival from a concealed angle around an outer corner of the building itself. Mob looks very much as he always does, and Chozen wonders with a touch of internal bitterness how much he has allowed himself to overlook behind that placid surface.
He unfolds to standing and emerges from the shadow of the house, lifting his hand in greeting. ]
Hello, Kageyama-san.
[ Between the two of them, one on one, he uses Japanese. ]
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in this case chozen approaches first, getting a polite bow of his head.] Hello, sensei.
[the japanese is nice, familiar. sensei toguchi is very, very different from sensei larusso but in a way that mob finds kind of comforting. his own master back home was a bit of an oddball, after all.]
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