"Kujaku" •RWBY•

六

It has been three days since Ren and Nora left the village, and Suzume has been moping for every second of them. She's still grieving her grandmother's death, but without the comfort of her two closest friends, it has been harder. At the moment, the blue-haired girl is laying on her futon. It's midday, a time when she'd usually be in the oval clearing where she met Michael. Speaking of the god, you could even say that even he's moping.

The neon-being floats upside down as he observes the view of his host. Michael understands that Suzume needs time to accept her grandmother's death. He knows this, he really does, but his patience is starting to run thin. Suzume hasn't tried to truly understand the situation.

Michael throws his head back out of exasperation, "Alright, let's go do something."

Suzume shuffles but doesn't say anything for a while, "Don't wanna."

The god quirks a nonexistent eyebrow as a smirk forms on his lips, "Good thing that wasn't a question." Without any confirmation, Michael takes over Suzume's body. She gets pushed into the place he once occupied, and Michael happily grabs the reigns.

"Hey--!" Suzume exclaims but is interrupted by a garbled scoff. Their voices change when they switch places -- Michael's gruff voice being mixed into Suzume's high-pitched one. It's an odd combination and does sound grating to the ears -- you could even compare it to static or a glitch.

The neon-being ignores his host, "I'm doing you a favor. You need this." He ends any protest with that, and leaves the room without much thought to change clothes.

孔雀

The oval clearing always manages to look beautiful in the afternoon. There are little daises that encompass the slanted rock, and moss has begun growing in between its creases. The clearing is a patch of fresh, green grass with seasonal leaves that dance gradually to the ground. Some animals take refuge here, but only a few decide to stay. The clearing is more of a resting stop before you continue your journey.

Michael ducks under a hanging branch, finally reaching their destination. He covers their eyes, squinting up at the sky as the sun beams down on them. He habitually ruffles their lime hair, finding they felt lax enough to do so.

"Let's talk," the god states as he leans their back against the singular rock. He crosses their legs and takes a deep breath, finding the air to be refreshing. 

Suzume rolls her eyes but can't find it in herself to ignore the god, "Fine. Why are you here?"

Michael snickers, the suppressed sound coming out broken and distorted, "We are here because it's something we need. Health is important after experiencing the death of a loved one." He concludes as he allows their body to slacken against the rock. Their shoulders feel tense, so he rolls them back to become comfortable.

The blue-haired girl doesn't feel amused, and Michael knows this by the slight irritating itch on the nape of their neck.

Suzume sighs, shaking her head, "I'll get over it," she concludes and her tone remains flat. She sounds distant, something that Michael isn't used to.

The god glares their morning dewdrop eyes out into the woods, "You don't 'get over' death, Ana," he scolds and crosses their arms, "You accept it. You accept that they're gone, and the best way to do that is by visiting your grandmother," he states before softening their expression and changing their voice to come out low, "I get it, you may not want to, but the wake[1] is tonight."

Suzume takes a moment to assess his words. She hasn't come out of her room because she knows her mother will try to convince her like Michael is. There's so much on her mind and it's hard to translate everything into words.