🌈 chroma pc — itsuki

[decisions]

 
ever since i told yaywon that goofy bends over like this and grabs his ankles in kh 1.5....

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week 0 thursday

[nightchild]

[imagine if no one was in? Itsuki knocks on this very fancy looking frosted glass door,]

Room service!

[it's not room service it's just itsuki]

[decisions]

[ rude he was just sitting down, but since they're all getting to know one another, best to not be frosty. he'll open the door for this "room service" with a bottle of wine in hand like he was just about to open it. the little opener is still in it and everything. ]

And what kind of service are you providing?

[nightchild]

[this is like when the bae invites u over and answers the door holding a glass full of champagne,]

The service of being neighborly.

[he holds up two beers, what if a minor answered the door? it's fine]

Mind if I come in?

week 1 thursday

[nightchild]

[hello percy, itsuki is here and also holding cans of paint along with brushes. there are flecks of paint all over his clothes,]

Percy-kun! Wanna do me a favor?

[decisions]

[ oh hello paint-speckled itsuki??? he looks him up and down and pauses, thinkinnnnnng... ]

What's the favor?

[nightchild]

[he's innocently paint-speckled]

You know that gray area out there with the benches and stuff? I'm going to go and paint them over.

[:/ interesting,]

I've been at it since this morning though, so I figured I'd ask someone to help me with the rest.

week 1 sunday

[nightchild]

[we have depression....

Itsuki will wander on over to greet Percy,]

Percy-kun... Do you still have that tattoo?

[decisions]

[ we really do have depression. he'll look at him and then lift a gloved hand to remove it (scandalous!) and reveal...

the peeling tattoo. ]

Seems that it's stayed about as long as it's wanted to... what about yours?

[nightchild]

[gloved hands are so sexy wow... thankfully Itsuki is not that confident right now to fixate on that, he takes a look at the state Percy's tattoo is in, and nods.]

Yeah, I think it's about done. [he lifts his shirt a little so he can see the sad peeling panda, then drops it.] Hope that means we'll be spared from the next one... If it happens again.

week 2 friday

[nightchild]

[if Percy passes by the carnival then he'll hear Itsuki calling out to him from the roof of the carousel,]

Hey.

[he gives him a wave, what's up percy.]

[decisions]

[ what's up? itsuki is apparently up. he turns to look at him. a wave in return. ]

Itsuki... hello.

[ he glances at the carousel, familiar from the very first week here. ]

Mind if I join you?

w2, post-trial

[decisions]

TO: s3xyhoesb4bros69
FROM: nomercypercy

Will you take a visitor?

[nightchild]

[there's a moment before the reply comes in, but]

yeah
im at the dojo

week 3 monday

[nightchild]

[THEIR MEMORY BUBBLE!!!! Itsuki looks apologetic, but he doesn't seem too concerned. The memory event has been pretty okay so far (famous last words), still. He reaches up to tap the bubble, emitting a soft blue light.

[the light is dim, and the room feels suffocating. you open a window to let in some air, and the sounds of the ever busy red light district practically assault you.

'it's fine', says the girl lying in bed next to you. 'i like the noise'. she looks familiar -- her hair, eyes, features are all the same as yours, striped with pain and sickness.

You lean in and hold her hand. You can feel the terror in your heart, the same one you always feel when you're with Kazuha. She's dying. You can't do anything to save her. The only doctor who could help her threw you out the last time you went, said something like 'brothel brat' with a sneer that hurt as much as if he had stabbed you. You don't have any more money. You're careful not to tell Kazuha. You don't tell her that you've already agreed to pay off their debts. You don't say anything about the matron, the agreement, the men and women and their lingering gazes.

Instead you ask if she wants a story, and she nods. You pick up the book next to her. 'Cinderella'. You've read this one a thousand times already, but it's one of Kazuha's favorites. At some point she reaches for your hand and you grab it back.

What will happen to you when she's gone? Kazuha is the only person in the world who loves you, and cares for you. Protects you. And there's nothing you can do to help her, not in your threadbare clothes -- not in the brothel that has you both in its iron grip. Not even in the story you're reading to her.

ah. if only you could get sick too, if you could catch it with her, then you could be with her. you've never been without, you two are twins -- meant to be together, no matter how and where. she grabs your hand hard and squeezes, as if she knows what you're thinking.

You can't cry before you finish the story. That's always been the rule. The dream peters out to the sound of your voice, reciting softly.

'...and they lived happily ever after.']

[decisions]

[ the memory bubbles are no longer a surprise to percy, and as itsuki lifts his hand to touch the bubble, he gives an almost somber nod, uncertain as to what this strange little prison of theirs will give up of his this time. in tandem, an amber light leaves his touch.

there is a boy, and he is lying, broken on the ground. he is dead, and beside him is a small young woman with white hair and golden armor. she's knelt beside the boy, holding gently to her necklace. she is working on setting up a ritual that hopefully may bring this boy back from the dead.

bruised and bleeding, you're sat close by, fixing your gun. the thing is broken after your last misfire and it needs tending to in case anyone else wants to come for your group, an aftermath meant to meet grog unawares perhaps. some of the goliath may still not be happy with the death of kevdak. some may still feel the sting of it. there could be stragglers, there—

you thought keyleth was helping pike with this, but you watch as she tries to bring her earthly healing into the mix. she's tired, spent, and there's a defeated look on her face as pike's brow twitches. she's bearing the brunt of this... she can't...

she can't do it alone.

your friends struggle for a boy broken on the battlefield of torn up cobblestones and dirt. as pike chants in her soft celestial language, known only to her through the everlight, through her training as a cleric, you recognize it from your lessons—

(a memory within a memory—your sister, ignoring lessons, blowing spit darts at you, loving you even through your grumbling sighs)

—celestial.

you look down at your gun, jammed and broken. it will cost money. time.

the boy... the boy dead on the ground. he doesn't have time.

you had time.

slowly, you holster your gun and rise to your feet. you listen to pike, her sweet voice straining upwards on its own, a plea to the greater gods above, you find yourself opening your mouth and recalling those lessons, where cass would sneak out and leave you to answer eagerly instead. you hum along with the tone of pike's voice, seeing her eyes meet yours, and at once... you both begin to sing.

the sound is... angelic, soft, warm, and as you bring yourself down to your knees, you touch the ground just beside the boy's hand, you take it in your own, and you sing for the first time in a while, in a language you know isn't meant for someone wretched like you, but maybe. maybe you can prove that it has a home here in your throat, as your harmonizing with pike begins to grow, and a third, disembodied voice begins to accompany you, created from the tones that you and pike sing with one another. angelic, pleading, sweet and melodic and foreign, words without words. when you sing, you reach for old hymnals of the dawnfather's ever-loving embrace, the protective boughs of the sun tree holding its beloved people forever and ever, as deep as its roots furrow—

the boy gasps to life.

he sputters.

he lives and you look downwards, ignoring the heat that builds in your face, the pain beneath your eyes. there you go. live another day.

pike looks to you, her eyes soft, tired, but grateful.

"thanks for helping, percy," she says.

you shake your head. "no... that was lovely... thank you."

keyleth jams a potion of healing into the boy's mouth and you help so not a drop spills, wiping his chin with your thumb and holding him steady with keyleth's help.

as the memories, intertwined, begin to fade, percy finds himself grabbing itsuki's hand gently with his own. the dregs of itsuki's sister begin to fade slowly with the words happily ever after, words that feel hopefully in vain. ]

Your sister, [ he says softly ] you would do anything for her, wouldn't you?

week 3 friday

[nightchild]

[Itsuki immediately heading towards our sexy megane,

he'll fall into step next to him.]

Percy-kun... [...] Sorry, can I walk with you?

[decisions]

[ our sexy megane is just a lil hunched over. he's just walking with his arms folded, but as itsuki's sounds off beside him, he recognizes the voice and quickly offers a smile. ]

Itsuki... of course. Please.

I could use the company...

week 3 saturday

[nightchild]

[DEPRESSION!!! CHAR!!! WE HAVE DEPRESSION!!!!

Itsuki will knock lightly on the side of the archway,]

Percy-kun.

[how's our sexy megane looking im crying]

[decisions]

[ our sexy megane is curled up in a corner quietly just... popping the lenses out of his glasses while... broken glasses rest on the tip of his nose. ]

... Itsuki...

[ softly. ]

week 4 monday

[nightchild]

[he's at the workshop because he's heard that Percy lives here now,]

Percy-kun. [he does seem to be focused on a project of his own though, even if he takes a moment to peer at the other man] What's your favorite color?

[decisions]

[ percy looks over at itsuki, up from his drawing of what looks to be a sword... he blinks behind his pink lensed glasses and hums, tapping the pencil against his lip. ]

Hm? Ah... I suppose... blue has always been a favorite of mine.


Why do you ask?

week 5 monday

[nightchild]

[i want renn faire percy so bad,

Itsuki will hold up one of those flower crowns,]

I think this would look good on you, Percy-kun.

[will it fit over his bnuuy ears, perhaps]

[decisions]

[ u may have him! percy glance over his shoulder, his nose twitching a bit on impulse as his ears kind of swivel. i hate this. wow. ]

Well, only one way to find out.

[ he seems game to try it out. in fact, he seems rather happy here? wow! this place is kinda neat, if a little cheesy in terms of reminding him of home. he will gently tilt his head. u may crown him. ]

week 5 friday

[nightchild]

[PERCY UR IMMOBILE???

But Itsuki will also be in the library, since it's his favorite place to stay in. It feels a little like a shelter for him by now,

He'll stutter to a stop when he spots Percy, and his expression looks like he's thinking of being a coward, but... he approaches him instead,]

...Are you sure you should be up?

[PERCY?]

[decisions]

[ he is sitting in one of the comfy chairs with his single leg just vibing ig. he's using a bad news, wrapped in canvas, to get around. he's having a great time, actually. ]

Can't be bed bound forever. Besides, I'm still "resting" technically.