You're telling me. But you - you kind of just get used working around it. Playing by the spirit of the letter of the law, or whatever.
[Genya has seemingly stolen their bedding from inside. You know. Without asking Sanemi's permission. Maybe he also stole Akaza's stuff too. He practically had permission for it, don't worry about it.]
[ The extra set of bedding certainly draws his attention if it is present. Otherwise, he simply scoffs lightly and positions himself towards the front of the tent. ]
[ Honesty isn’t a terrible policy. A lance of anger so sharp Sanemi's breath shutters shoots through him at the admission regardless. It isn’t directed at Genya, necessarily. The mere idea of his younger brother scrambling to protect him, being worried about him, stings.
It isn’t how it should be. His previous attempts at protecting Genya had been an abject failure. He had to do a better job of it this time.
…but maybe a compromise wouldn’t be a terrible thing. He pinches the bridge of his nose, then shifts to give Genya room. ]
Fine. But I'm gonna sit here for at least a little while first.
[The sound isn't lost on Genya. He chances a side-long glance at Sanemi, then away once more. He can't tell what's upset him, but instinct tries to convince him to shy away. It takes everything in his power to quash that sensation.
This is his brother. It shouldn't be that way.]
That's fine. We can... sit together. [A thought occurs to him, and before he can stop himself:] Maybe I can tell you a story.
[ Even in a profile view, Sanemi likely looks tired. Though his eyes are normally bloodshot, the hollows of his eyes are a notable degree darker than usual. Maybe they're even a hint red-rimmed, if one looked close, but it was likely too dark for that. ]
[With how exhausted Sanemi looks, Genya immediately starts to second guess his call. He immediately begins worrying his fingers together, fidgeting as he tries to think of an out.]
What, seriously? You've gotta be fucking with me. You can't just bring it up then pull the rug out from under me like that. Wait. Hold on a second.
[ Actually, he fucking HAS something for you, Genya. Sanemi knee-walks his way out of the tent and, momentarily, drops down to disappear into the cabin. When he re-emerges and hops his wily ass back into the tent, there will be a distinct scent of mochi flour.
[If nothing else, Genya's glad for the distraction, if only because Sanemi seems so irritated. He sits patiently, waiting for his brother to return and then -
Finds himself having to hold back from outright drooling. He knows that smell, and tears open that bag wordlessly. He's pretty sure if he did open his mouth he'd make a mess.]
[ There is like, a considerable pile of freshly made ohagi in the bag. Sanemi leans his head into his hand as he watches Genya rip open the bag with enough enthusiasm to confirm that he'd made the right call. He certainly could've hoarded it all to himself, but... this was better. ]
[There is a moment where Genya can only stare at the food within the bag. Just a moment, though. He quickly plucks one up and shoves it into his mouth before... remembering that maybe he should be a little more restrained?
Ah, well, he gnoshes through one before eating a second substantially more politely and then setting the bag between them.] [He swallows a bite, before cracking a smile.] Better than I remember. [And then a small laugh.] Can't believe you're sharing with me, though. Figured you would have hogged the whole bag.
[ A faint huff of laughter leaves Sanemi before he can quite quash it down. The enthusiasm with which Genya sets to eating the first ohagi makes it doubly obvious that he had made the right choice in sharing it. A bit of a peace offering after their less than successful conversation the other day.
He reaches into the bag and grabs one for himself. He pauses before putting it in his mouth. ]
You kiddin' me? There's way too many in this damn bag for me to eat all by myself. [ A pause. ] Besides. Figured it might. Y'know. Make you happy.
Guess I'm getting too used to watching Rengoku eat.
[That man is literally insane. Genya is regularly scared of getting in his way, lest he be plucked up and eaten too. And that's not because of the whole demon in the room.] Suppose you won't mind if I take a few more then?
[He grabs another, passing it between his hands as he finishes his second. He doesn't immediately tear into the third, though.]
It did. Make me happy, I mean.
[He's glad that Sanemi is thinking of him. That it doesn't quite seem to be an effort like it was the other day. Maybe they really do just need time.
But it's all the more reason for Genya to sober up.]
I really was going to tell you. But you look exhausted. You don't need to be worrying about me right now, that's all.
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Date: 2026-04-08 02:43 am (UTC)This place is fucking ridiculous.
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Date: 2026-04-08 05:19 am (UTC)[Genya has seemingly stolen their bedding from inside. You know. Without asking Sanemi's permission. Maybe he also stole Akaza's stuff too. He practically had permission for it, don't worry about it.]
If you want, I can take watch.
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Date: 2026-04-08 07:02 am (UTC)Don’t worry about it. You sleep.
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Date: 2026-04-09 05:09 am (UTC)Shut up. I've slept at least twice as more as you have the last few days. [A pause. Maybe a little honesty wouldn't hurt?] I'm worried about you.
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Date: 2026-04-09 12:49 pm (UTC)It isn’t how it should be. His previous attempts at protecting Genya had been an abject failure. He had to do a better job of it this time.
…but maybe a compromise wouldn’t be a terrible thing. He pinches the bridge of his nose, then shifts to give Genya room. ]
Fine. But I'm gonna sit here for at least a little while first.
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Date: 2026-04-09 04:53 pm (UTC)This is his brother. It shouldn't be that way.]
That's fine. We can... sit together. [A thought occurs to him, and before he can stop himself:] Maybe I can tell you a story.
[It won't be a happy one.]
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Date: 2026-04-09 06:02 pm (UTC)A story, huh? What kind of story?
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Date: 2026-04-09 06:28 pm (UTC)Never mind. It can wait. Trust me.
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Date: 2026-04-09 06:40 pm (UTC)[ Actually, he fucking HAS something for you, Genya. Sanemi knee-walks his way out of the tent and, momentarily, drops down to disappear into the cabin. When he re-emerges and hops his wily ass back into the tent, there will be a distinct scent of mochi flour.
He drops a bag into Genya's lap. ]
Open it.
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Date: 2026-04-09 06:56 pm (UTC)Finds himself having to hold back from outright drooling. He knows that smell, and tears open that bag wordlessly. He's pretty sure if he did open his mouth he'd make a mess.]
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Date: 2026-04-09 07:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2026-04-09 07:10 pm (UTC)Ah, well, he gnoshes through one before eating a second substantially more politely and then setting the bag between them.] [He swallows a bite, before cracking a smile.] Better than I remember. [And then a small laugh.] Can't believe you're sharing with me, though. Figured you would have hogged the whole bag.
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Date: 2026-04-09 09:53 pm (UTC)He reaches into the bag and grabs one for himself. He pauses before putting it in his mouth. ]
You kiddin' me? There's way too many in this damn bag for me to eat all by myself. [ A pause. ] Besides. Figured it might. Y'know. Make you happy.
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Date: 2026-04-10 01:46 am (UTC)[That man is literally insane. Genya is regularly scared of getting in his way, lest he be plucked up and eaten too. And that's not because of the whole demon in the room.] Suppose you won't mind if I take a few more then?
[He grabs another, passing it between his hands as he finishes his second. He doesn't immediately tear into the third, though.]
It did. Make me happy, I mean.
[He's glad that Sanemi is thinking of him. That it doesn't quite seem to be an effort like it was the other day. Maybe they really do just need time.
But it's all the more reason for Genya to sober up.]
I really was going to tell you. But you look exhausted. You don't need to be worrying about me right now, that's all.