[ well, he doesn't need to reply to that with paper, right? action speaks much louder. it's a good thing that his own work space has taken a hefty blow at this very moment, or else he'd be working. "come back tonight for deliveries, we're gonna be busy"; by then at least the kitchen would be fixed, so nishinoya complied and waited it out through fixing his things, watching but not touching a thing of kacchan's—
his name was still there, on a plate just under "raiden" outside the door.
it had him thinking about his new debts, and wondering if there was anything else he can work on to make it count— but for a brief moment this afternoon, he didn't mind a pause. it's been months since he's last seen emi, possibly an entire two seasons. had it been more? when he arrives at room 12, he gives a brief knock before sliding the door open, and peeking his head in.
not much has changed; perhaps he looks just a little bit taller if you squint, hair its natural dark brown with a cleanly bleached tuft of gold, spiked up— with simple gym shorts and a top that reads COURT TEMPEST, you can get a fairly clear idea of what he was doing before. even the muscles of his arms and legs seemed to have gained an extra tone to them, knuckles free from any previous wounds but fingers strapped with sports tape.
overall, he looks refreshed compared to how he had been just last week. now it just looks like the tables have turned. ]
Emi?
[ he takes the extra step in and beelines for the boy when he sees him, his messenger bag hauled over his shoulders. he brought some things with him, just in case. ]
[Oh, yes, how the tables have turned. Emi, for his part, had attempted to look... well, he attempted to look more awake by the time Noya showed up. Everything else was a lost cause because it looked like he had gotten hit by a bus. A bus with arms.
His hair was a fluffy mess on his head, having been unstyled for a few days now because what was the point? By now he was just a weird shade of pale rather then deathly, and the more minor of his cuts and bruises were mostly ebbed away. The most telling were still the ugly shades on his neck in nasty purples and greens, and the healing red rings around his wrists.
Yeah that was. Certainly some trouble he'd run in to.
He was sitting up kind of haphazardly on his futon when the libero buzzed in, and offered a tired raise of his hand.]
Hey...
[It looked like someone had had a nice vacation at least. That was good. Noya deserved one.]
[ the closer he got, the easier it was to see just how much "trouble" had been had, noya promptly kneeling in front of him with widened eyes and an already stretching arm to take the hand held up to greet him. he inspects, his own wrapped fingers light around the wrists, to turn it, looking up his arm and neck—
it's been months since he's seen emi, and after he gives a light huff, he allows his limb slink away from him. he didn't remember anyone during that time. no one. it hits a mark and makes him look down, and on another hand, glad to actually be back.
because he didn't want to forget. and during the rest of his stay, he'll make it all count. so, with a quiet chuckle, nishinoya shifts, reaches over so his arm encircles over emi's back, his opposite shoulder earning a firm pat, holding there while the shoulders between them get pushed together. ]
—I missed you, man. [ so— surprise number one, nishinoya grabs for his messenger bag, fiddling through it to take out a tied plastic bag, dumping from it an array of energy based snacks, protein bars, beef jerky . . . you name it, all in front of them. ] This'll bring some color to your face. You need to look good too, right? You're not gonna like that.
[ while honest, it's said lightheartedly. when he needed it, emi lifted him so— here he is, with some of that energy back to return it to a person in need of some. ]
[Emi kind of looked away as Noya did his thorough inspections, a bit embarrassed by the state of his everything. Normally he wouldn't have cared, he's had his shit kicked on the regular before. They were never badges of pride or anything like that, his previous injuries. They were just facts of what had happened. He never thought much of them because no one else did either. But he felt Noya's eyes on him just as intensely as he had felt the way Eiji would look at anything but him, and any red that was sneaking up his neck behind all his bruising was purely from shame.
But it was an entirely different weird feeling, to be missed. He was sure it had to have happened at least once, even if it was one of those unspoken things, but this was right there. Emi blinked at this amount of physical affection, blinked twice because it was just even weirder to be missed when he hadn't had a chance to even know Noya was gone.
God what day was it even.
But holy hell look at what the messenger of sports god had brought him. It was a convenience store buffet, all lined up for him. He muttered a quiet 'wow' in response, and then gave a short laugh.]
You're allowed to say I look like shit, man. But thanks.
[He reached out to thumb through the array of snacks.] Sorry I slept through your... entire trip? [THAT WAS SEVERAL MONTHS????]
Sorry for what? It's just been days here anyway. I'm the one that oughta say sorry for not being here for you.
[ the witch had picked quite the time for him to go. he pokes through the snacks, gives a quiet hum. maybe he was going to be less discreet, but affection had gotten the best of him. ]
You look like a crumbled up piece of paper instead of shit, but I'm going easy on you. [ he takes a stick of jerky and points it at him. take the holy wand of dried proteins. ] What've you been eating, soup?
[The other boy shook his head lightly, partly in amusement and partly because no, Emi was rather glad that Noya was not there for him. Too many people had already gotten involved in his idiocy for his liking, and who knew what else could have happened to him in Koriko?
He took the proffered food of the sporty gods and oh he could already smell the slight spiciness to it. Emi had to look around for any left behind soup bowls, but Eiji had always cleared them as quietly as he left them. Thus Noya got a confused stare.]
Uh, yeah? [Some of that shameful pink was creeping up his cheeks, but Emi pressed on fondly regardless.] My friend's been making some for me. [for him!!]
[ after a soft hm, nishinoya crosses his arms over his chest and straightens his back, slanted brows pressing his eyes to look emi up and down like a hawk.
smol crow uncle does not agree with your boyfriend's menu. ]
It's great that you've gotta friend taking care of you— [ a gesture to him! ] but if you just stick to soup you'll keep turning into a limp noodle! [ he lifts his arm enough to clap his hand against his bicep. ]
You need substance! Muscle for your muscles.
[ and with this, he's already opening some delicious jerky and handing it to him.
[Emi couldn't help chuckling at Noya's heartened appraisals. He was pretty sure the name of the game had just been making sure he didn't upchuck anything he was eating. (since the occasional flower still... happened. hrm.)
But he was feeling alright enough at the moment, so maybe a little piece of jerky wouldn't... hurt. Maybe if he just nibbled at it. It smelled really good though.
So he took a piece, attempting to be good and just. Nibble. As much as one could nibble on jerky.]
[ eiji, nishinoya murmurs as his arms shift back into a fold, brows scrunching in thought— but here comes the oh. ]
—No wonder it's soup, that guy's flimsy too! And I gave him coupons! [ with a click of his tongue against the roof of his mouth, he fishes for the remaining coupons that still existed there, and places them right by emi. now you have even more buy one meal, get one free at the boar's nest. ]
Here— And tell 'em to use it, you both need it. All you gotta do is send a fairy to them with an order and I'll deliver it. Deal?
[Well, obviously, if he had given him coupons. (And 'flimsy' was honestly pretty on the money.) Continuing his minuscule nibblings, Emi reached over to pluck up a coupon and give it a look.]
How much meat are we talking here? [Because it was obviously going to be meat. But how much.]
[ hands behind him to prop him up, he leans back, stretching his legs out, then using those hands to gesture in front of him more or less the size of a place mat. ]
Counting the side orders— Like rice and veggies. [ he gives a brief point to the coupon. ] With that, you get one free. I save what I can't eat and heat it all up later.
[Emi let out a soft 'ohhh,' which was applicable to pretty much the entire conversation thus far. A small smile crept to his face as he thought about Eiji helping the other boy out, assuming it probably had to do with too many buckets or something like that. Nice one, Eiji.
He nodded along with Noya's explanation, tucking the coupon away somewhere safe.]
That's smart. I'll see if my guts will cooperate with the jerky first and go from there. It'd probably make a nice "cool I don't feel like shit" celebration too, ha.
That's an everyday celebration! [ while he's at it-- he's going to open a jerky strip for himself. noya snaps larger bits of it and chews, almost speaking with his mouth open when he leans over. ]
[The blond slowly chewed on his nibble of jerky, expression going a bit solemn as he thought about where to even start.]
I think it was just for a day- but I don't even know what today is so who knows. A whole ton of spirits just went nuts. They were pissed and messing things up for everybody, not just us. Oh, but it was none of the spiders so don't... [Emi gave Noya a quick reassuring look, knowing where the other boy's thoughts might jump to, slightly shaking his head.] Didn't have anything to do with that.
So there was just.. a whole bunch of fighting and... [He trailed off a moment, rubbing the side of his neck in an uncharacteristically nervous gesture. He winced a little as he rubbed a touch too hard at his bruises, but it encouraged his words along.] There were weird clones or whatever of folks running around too, making trouble.
['Making trouble' made it sound so slight. Emi's face darkened, mouth pressed in a firm line as he clenched his teeth. God, he'd been an idiot.]
Ran into one of those. Then I guess I got kidnapped or whatever.
[ as emi begins, nishinoya's expression takes a dive from attentive curiosity to growing worry, chews beginning to slow as the story unfolds. before the other even mentions it, his mind wanders to the arachnid youkai that had torn more than necessary of him in shreds. his arms drop to his lap, fingers brushing against the held plastic wrapper of his jerky. the thought that it was her doing, after everything she took, everything she had managed to pull from him—
and then he left, and then this happened. it was almost too much of a coincidence for nishinoya to take with ease, and the weight of guilt on his shoulders that he had caused even more of a mess for everyone, for friends . . . it made his stomach flip.
even with emi quick to reassure him-- nishinoya's overall air remains the same. there might have been relief, but it hardly lasts with little reason to, anyway. he looks at emi, observes his state, listens to him word by word, his body language. if there was one thing that the libero was good at observing, it was how people acted, reacted. a second of silent body language caught could mean a turnover on the court. he spent most of his entire athletic life on observation, even if he seemed more like a rowdy noisemaker (one would say otherwise when they truly see nishinoya in focus).
he decides: what was there to feel relieved about? only the fact that emi was alive and well perhaps, but other than that, there's no extra reason for relief. things still happened. emi still had gone through a hell all the same. he wasn't so interested in finishing that jerky anymore, and thus he swallows what he had in his mouth, forcing it down while placing the rest in his messenger bag, and pulls his legs in, until his knees cross.
he allows a few moments of silence before he speaks up, but not too much of that quiet stretches. ]
I'm just glad there was someone to get you out. [ he pulls his legs up now, to his chest. ] Your friend, too?
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hey
ever y t hing's gettin g better
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[But it's probably. A really weird time to be sleeping.]
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you sick or something
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im ok tho
are you ok ?
[Gotta make sure cuz he didn't remember seeing Noya that day at all.]
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what do you mean you got into trouble
wait is that why koriko's all messed up???
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shit happened
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what kind of shit what happened
[ oh my god did jurougumo do something ]
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[He is. Too fucking tired for this.]
im not writin g all this just
room 12 ok
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his name was still there, on a plate just under "raiden" outside the door.
it had him thinking about his new debts, and wondering if there was anything else he can work on to make it count— but for a brief moment this afternoon, he didn't mind a pause. it's been months since he's last seen emi, possibly an entire two seasons. had it been more? when he arrives at room 12, he gives a brief knock before sliding the door open, and peeking his head in.
not much has changed; perhaps he looks just a little bit taller if you squint, hair its natural dark brown with a cleanly bleached tuft of gold, spiked up— with simple gym shorts and a top that reads COURT TEMPEST, you can get a fairly clear idea of what he was doing before. even the muscles of his arms and legs seemed to have gained an extra tone to them, knuckles free from any previous wounds but fingers strapped with sports tape.
overall, he looks refreshed compared to how he had been just last week. now it just looks like the tables have turned. ]
Emi?
[ he takes the extra step in and beelines for the boy when he sees him, his messenger bag hauled over his shoulders. he brought some things with him, just in case. ]
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His hair was a fluffy mess on his head, having been unstyled for a few days now because what was the point? By now he was just a weird shade of pale rather then deathly, and the more minor of his cuts and bruises were mostly ebbed away. The most telling were still the ugly shades on his neck in nasty purples and greens, and the healing red rings around his wrists.
Yeah that was. Certainly some trouble he'd run in to.
He was sitting up kind of haphazardly on his futon when the libero buzzed in, and offered a tired raise of his hand.]
Hey...
[It looked like someone had had a nice vacation at least. That was good. Noya deserved one.]
You look good.
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it's been months since he's seen emi, and after he gives a light huff, he allows his limb slink away from him. he didn't remember anyone during that time. no one. it hits a mark and makes him look down, and on another hand, glad to actually be back.
because he didn't want to forget. and during the rest of his stay, he'll make it all count. so, with a quiet chuckle, nishinoya shifts, reaches over so his arm encircles over emi's back, his opposite shoulder earning a firm pat, holding there while the shoulders between them get pushed together. ]
—I missed you, man. [ so— surprise number one, nishinoya grabs for his messenger bag, fiddling through it to take out a tied plastic bag, dumping from it an array of energy based snacks, protein bars, beef jerky . . . you name it, all in front of them. ] This'll bring some color to your face. You need to look good too, right? You're not gonna like that.
[ while honest, it's said lightheartedly. when he needed it, emi lifted him so— here he is, with some of that energy back to return it to a person in need of some. ]
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But it was an entirely different weird feeling, to be missed. He was sure it had to have happened at least once, even if it was one of those unspoken things, but this was right there. Emi blinked at this amount of physical affection, blinked twice because it was just even weirder to be missed when he hadn't had a chance to even know Noya was gone.
God what day was it even.
But holy hell look at what the messenger of sports god had brought him. It was a convenience store buffet, all lined up for him. He muttered a quiet 'wow' in response, and then gave a short laugh.]
You're allowed to say I look like shit, man. But thanks.
[He reached out to thumb through the array of snacks.] Sorry I slept through your... entire trip? [THAT WAS SEVERAL MONTHS????]
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[ the witch had picked quite the time for him to go. he pokes through the snacks, gives a quiet hum. maybe he was going to be less discreet, but affection had gotten the best of him. ]
You look like a crumbled up piece of paper instead of shit, but I'm going easy on you. [ he takes a stick of jerky and points it at him. take the holy wand of dried proteins. ] What've you been eating, soup?
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[The other boy shook his head lightly, partly in amusement and partly because no, Emi was rather glad that Noya was not there for him. Too many people had already gotten involved in his idiocy for his liking, and who knew what else could have happened to him in Koriko?
He took the proffered food of the sporty gods and oh he could already smell the slight spiciness to it. Emi had to look around for any left behind soup bowls, but Eiji had always cleared them as quietly as he left them. Thus Noya got a confused stare.]
Uh, yeah? [Some of that shameful pink was creeping up his cheeks, but Emi pressed on fondly regardless.] My friend's been making some for me. [for him!!]
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so here comes the surprise and silence of actually hitting the mark without meaning to. yer a wizard, noya. ]
. . . Really?
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smol crow uncle does not agree with your boyfriend's menu. ]
It's great that you've gotta friend taking care of you— [ a gesture to him! ] but if you just stick to soup you'll keep turning into a limp noodle! [ he lifts his arm enough to clap his hand against his bicep. ]
You need substance! Muscle for your muscles.
[ and with this, he's already opening some delicious jerky and handing it to him.
eat, my son. ]
Who's your friend?
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[Emi couldn't help chuckling at Noya's heartened appraisals. He was pretty sure the name of the game had just been making sure he didn't upchuck anything he was eating. (since the occasional flower still... happened. hrm.)
But he was feeling alright enough at the moment, so maybe a little piece of jerky wouldn't... hurt. Maybe if he just nibbled at it. It smelled really good though.
So he took a piece, attempting to be good and just. Nibble. As much as one could nibble on jerky.]
It's Eiji. I dunno if you'd know 'im tho.
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—No wonder it's soup, that guy's flimsy too! And I gave him coupons! [ with a click of his tongue against the roof of his mouth, he fishes for the remaining coupons that still existed there, and places them right by emi. now you have even more buy one meal, get one free at the boar's nest. ]
Here— And tell 'em to use it, you both need it. All you gotta do is send a fairy to them with an order and I'll deliver it. Deal?
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[Well, obviously, if he had given him coupons. (And 'flimsy' was honestly pretty on the money.) Continuing his minuscule nibblings, Emi reached over to pluck up a coupon and give it a look.]
How much meat are we talking here? [Because it was obviously going to be meat. But how much.]
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[ hands behind him to prop him up, he leans back, stretching his legs out, then using those hands to gesture in front of him more or less the size of a place mat. ]
Counting the side orders— Like rice and veggies. [ he gives a brief point to the coupon. ] With that, you get one free. I save what I can't eat and heat it all up later.
[ which is still really good. ]
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He nodded along with Noya's explanation, tucking the coupon away somewhere safe.]
That's smart. I'll see if my guts will cooperate with the jerky first and go from there. It'd probably make a nice "cool I don't feel like shit" celebration too, ha.
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So what happened?
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I think it was just for a day- but I don't even know what today is so who knows. A whole ton of spirits just went nuts. They were pissed and messing things up for everybody, not just us. Oh, but it was none of the spiders so don't... [Emi gave Noya a quick reassuring look, knowing where the other boy's thoughts might jump to, slightly shaking his head.] Didn't have anything to do with that.
So there was just.. a whole bunch of fighting and... [He trailed off a moment, rubbing the side of his neck in an uncharacteristically nervous gesture. He winced a little as he rubbed a touch too hard at his bruises, but it encouraged his words along.] There were weird clones or whatever of folks running around too, making trouble.
['Making trouble' made it sound so slight. Emi's face darkened, mouth pressed in a firm line as he clenched his teeth. God, he'd been an idiot.]
Ran into one of those. Then I guess I got kidnapped or whatever.
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and then he left, and then this happened. it was almost too much of a coincidence for nishinoya to take with ease, and the weight of guilt on his shoulders that he had caused even more of a mess for everyone, for friends . . . it made his stomach flip.
even with emi quick to reassure him-- nishinoya's overall air remains the same. there might have been relief, but it hardly lasts with little reason to, anyway. he looks at emi, observes his state, listens to him word by word, his body language. if there was one thing that the libero was good at observing, it was how people acted, reacted. a second of silent body language caught could mean a turnover on the court. he spent most of his entire athletic life on observation, even if he seemed more like a rowdy noisemaker (one would say otherwise when they truly see nishinoya in focus).
he decides: what was there to feel relieved about? only the fact that emi was alive and well perhaps, but other than that, there's no extra reason for relief. things still happened. emi still had gone through a hell all the same. he wasn't so interested in finishing that jerky anymore, and thus he swallows what he had in his mouth, forcing it down while placing the rest in his messenger bag, and pulls his legs in, until his knees cross.
he allows a few moments of silence before he speaks up, but not too much of that quiet stretches. ]
I'm just glad there was someone to get you out. [ he pulls his legs up now, to his chest. ] Your friend, too?
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*that's WHY, not way, fingers why have you forsaken me
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