kashuu catchall

[disingenuous]

will kashuu sing a song this game

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[disingenuous]

[ don't emotionally wound me like this with his fucking abandoned cat motif.

She is exhausted to the bone and can barely moved. Her nat1 had her collapsing a billion times on the way back to the apartment, so Kahsuu could have found her outside Metallic, if you specified someplace else.

She hears him, and it takes a little while before he gets a response. His phone gets a notification. ]

Of course we are.

[slashay]

[YOU SAY THIS AFTER HARMING US ALL WITH ROXANA

Absolutely hilarious but this is fine, too. He'll shift as he gets his phone out of his pocket to read, and then:]

S'it okay if I come in?

[disingenuous]

[ YES I HAVE RIGHTS

There is very long pause before he gets another notif. She doesn't want to raise her voice loud enough to be heard through the door. ]

Yes.

[slashay]

[you and your chart nat 1

Anyway he's not rude enough to barge in without asking first but he's also too lonely and sad to turn down a yes to that question, even if he imagines Roxana probably needs some time to breathe after everything. So! She'll be able to hear him shuffling around, before the door clicks open and he scoots his way on in, closing it behind him.

If she's crashed on her bed, he will absolutely just move to sit on the floor by it.]

...I shoulda asked if I could bring you anything, first.

[disingenuous]

[ She is crashed on the bed and under the blankets. She unfortunately has too much dignity to completely hide, so her face isn't covered. If she were feeling less shut down, she'd tell him to get up on the bed, too, but.

Today happened, and she's so drained. ]

It would have been nothing.

[ She sounds as drained as she feels, voice quiet and soft enough to barely carry. ]

Or it would be....

[slashay]

[He likes sitting on the floor anyway, it's fine. Hilarious that even now she's too dignified to become a blanket burrito of sadness, but this is fair and honestly a Sasuga Roxana moment.]

...I won't spend too much time here. You really sound like you should be getting some sleep. It's been a real long weekend, anyway.

[Nonstop hell from Thursday to Sunday, holy shit! Sometimes, people get hit by the bad luck stick real bad.]

[disingenuous]

[ From Monday. It's been from Monday. Memshare week is the worst for people who cling to their secrets and don't wish to be perceived. ]

I won't kick you out.

[slashay]

[Every day he truly learns anew that he's a baby level of cagey compared to everyone here. God bless.

The idea of being able to stay, even if they don't do much - or any - conversing, is comforting, though.]

...'Kay. [...] Want me to sing you something?

[disingenuous]

[ his baby human body with its baby human heart can only compete so much with people who've always been this way.

there's a little shift under her blankets, surprise at his offer. she closes her eyes, and she thinks she should say no.

instead, she feels a little discomfort before she gives the tiniest of nods. ]

[slashay]

[He'll turn, after she nods - turns so his back is against the bed, with his head resting against the mattress. He'll close his eyes, too, as he begins to sing a song, soft and quiet.]

[disingenuous]

[ She closes her eyes and let the sound of his voice wash over her. It may be a song sung for some shrine festival or something else, but the melody of the song is nice.

She can't fall asleep so soon, but she appreciates it.

Her hand peeks out from under the covers to briefly touch his cheek before disappear back underneath. ]

[slashay]

[He leans into the touch, for however brief it is, quiet for a moment after that...

But even though it's clear she's not sleeping, he's just going to pick up with another song after that, and then another. Folk songs, soft songs, a song about a wolf and a song about dancing after the rain. They're all quiet, sung both to Roxana but also the room at large, like he's trying to reach through the absence Chinatsu's left behind. Like maybe Malik can hear, wherever his soul's gone.

He'll sing like that for a while, keeping her company in this way.]

[disingenuous]

[ Eventually, she'll be soothed to sleep by his songs. She is exhausted to the bone, and it was only a matter of time. Emotionally, physically, existentially... she's tired, but she's someone who has to persevere. Tomorrow will be another day, and she will be as she usually is.

In this moment, lulled by his songs, though she can't have truly peaceful sleep after today's events, he makes it peaceful enough that maybe she will let herself cry in her dreams.

If he glances at her before he leaves, he can catch a few tears make their way down her cheeks. ]