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@6THEYES,               .. are you serious? if you didn’t eat, you should’ve woken me up. i would’ve made something,              ⋆  unimpressed, seonghyun stares blankly at the other from where he stands at the side of the bed. as if he can’t believe that satoru’s trying to get his way.  ⋆               seriously, what am i here? your boyfriend, or your caretaker? get up, satoru.               ⋆  he doesn’t wait for a response, easily scooping the white-haired man up despite his shorter stature. soon carrying him out of the bedroom towards the bathroom and setting him down on the toilet.   ⋆              wash up, brush your teeth. i’ll be back, if you crawl back into bed i’m dragging you straight out again.

@turbulenxe   ⟢   dinner?      [satoru couldn't have recalled the last time he ate. the sorcerer had been sent for another mission, and typically he didn't hold such a heavy appetite when he's on a trip by himself. however, he can feel his stomach grumble at the sound of breakfast. his pickiness practically melting away at the thought of seong-hyun cooking for him.]       didn't have time, too tired..    (hmm)  —pick me up?       [the feline-like individual pipes up. arms extend out, long limbs just ready to latch onto the other and curl up.]      or lay down, we can sleep in and re-heat breakfast..

@6THEYES,            because i made breakfast. you didn't have dinner last night, you should eat.

@thread-bound,               / rude

* slaps u

@ichorial,               / HEYY MYIAAAA

@serepose,               no, no. don’t worry about it! if she wants to all she has to do is ask, anyway ⸻ i hope she had fun with it. ♪

// BLINKS AT YOU WITH MY BIG OL BUG EYES

@silksnows,               / looking right back.. hi..

// STARES AT YOU

@turbulenxe     ⟢     [the tension releases from his shoulders, like a wire that was easily snapped from it’s roots. satoru is only left there to listen, made aware of the situation at hand. as well as, the fact that he would most likely hear no end to it by the higher ups. eyes instinctively close, withdrawn from the current moment as he breathes out a simple—frustrated sigh. well, he considered his disappearance for months as his nice vacation, he’d guess.]       sorry,       [satoru replies, offering some ounce of consolidation with a wry smile written over his lips. eyes narrowing, arms stretched out as he wraps them around the shorter’s frame.]       you know you’re not invisible, seon—nin. even with all that i can see, i’ll know when it’s you.       [he leans down, just enough so his lips can drop a gentle peck to the side of seonghyun’s jaw. deprived himself, for being so far away from the other. it felt like it was almost an eternity before they had been finally reunited. soon enough, satoru left a final kiss right against the seonghyun’s lips—but this time it was longer, sweeter. one to make sure and ease whatever worries that might have been stinging the other and his mind.]        i didn’t do any such thing, you know i wouldn’t. he wasn’t my seon—nin, now will you stop scowling? i know that look all too well.

@6THEYES,                i can practically hear your thoughts from here,             ⋆  he looks up at satoru, already guessing what the taller man is thinking.  ⋆              you're worried about your students, right? well, let me tell you here that they're all fine. or as fine as they can be doing dangerous free labour for the japanese government, your friend looked after them. they're doing okay, i promise. always like this, aren't you? you just got back and your boyfriend is in front of you, and you still can't help but think of your students! i swear, it's like i'm invisible.             ⋆  he jumps as easily from jokes to complaints as he once did, nosing into satoru with an exaggerated huff but abruptly staggers under the almost-full weight of the other. ever the dramatic, seonghyun wiggles and protests much like a startled cat but manages to plant his feet steadily enough that he wasn't knocked over.  ⋆              of course i'm jealous, you overgrown puppy. what kind of person do you take me for?             ⋆  he says these words like it's obvious, like anyone could just fall into a parallel universe any day and come out unscathed.  ⋆              you disappear for months on end, depriving me of your company for just as long only to come back and tell me you've been spending time with an alternate version of me? let me tell you, nothing's an exception from my jealousy. not even /another me/. now will you let me kiss you? i hope you didn't kiss /him/, or you'll be sleeping on the floor for a week.

@turbulenxe    ⟢    [his infinity is already aware of it, that there is safety in which the haven that seonghyun’s arms bring. despite their sudden reunion, the barrier is immediately filtered—allowing the assassin to pass through. the sorcerer not doing much to stop the other from fretting over him, letting his head move and shift to seonghyun’s command. although really, what was the need for any inspection when the red-head knew that satoru would have been left unharmed.]       i won’t hear the end of it from everyone, please spare me.      [the nagging was the one thing that gotten a rise from him. a singular finger plugging one side of his ear, and while he’s relieved to be back—he can only truly be worried over the students: megumi, itadori, and nobara. would nanami have taken care of them in the meantime? the platinum blonde pauses,]       falling apart is a bit dramatic    ..i’m sure they handled without me just fine, baby.       [the pet name draws out instinctually. finally,   /finally/ he’s drawn into a hug. lanky figure leaning into the much smaller frame, but seonghyun was strong enough to stay planted on both feet as gojo’s weight was practically against him.]      thank you, i accept your apology..      [not that he was hurt anyways, but again, some little harmless fun like this didn’t hurt anyone. right? he can feel the bit of possession against his skin, the heat whispered against the flesh of his neck.]        is that jealousy i hear, as much as you two were similar—he wasn’t my seon—nin. you have nothing to worry for. 

@turbulenxe      ⟢      that would be peculiar, wouldn’t it? to have fallen from a completely different universe, to which i don’t belong one bit over here!      [a grin rests on his face, head tilting as a hand presses to the side of satoru’s hip.]      but that’s just a bunch of crazy talk, i mean—who would believe that?

@6THEYES,                 ⋆  it’s infuriating, to say the least. this complete stranger who claims to recognise him, who knows his real name and even made a nickname out of it, smirks annoyingly and worst of all, can’t even be shot? seonghyun’s world had just tilted on its axis. the growing pain was tuned out, his anger morphing to confusion for a mere second.  ⋆                  do you not know of the /aeons/? i never thought i’d meet someone who didn’t, but here i am-  it’s like you fell in from a different universe entirely. 

@turbulenxe     ⟢      [was he shocked? perhaps, or maybe it was the fact that it was the familiar face who had chosen to shoot him in the end. gojo had nothing to be concerned over, the bullet immediately fired but it—in fact, did not pierce any part of his own body. instead, it was deflected easily and he has a grin slowly stretch against his lips.]      aeon’s blessing? sorry, but i have no idea on what you’re talking about here.

@6thsens,                 oh it’ll be over all right, because i feel like if i spend another moment around you i’ll have to slit my own throat.

@turbulenxe: seooooooon—nin, who knows what might happen if we split up. it’s better to work together, all of this will be over soon!

@6thsens,                well, maybe you should stop following me!

@6thsens,                move along, and it instantly stops involving you.

@turbulenxe: well, this is technically my business now.

@6thsens,               .. no. mind your own business, will you?

@turbulenxe         i wouldn’t consider it hesitation. if i had wanted you dead, i would have done so without offering you a choice.       [satoru doesn’t move, but there’s a wire that hums, scratching like a record against the edge of his head. perhaps it would be easier to exorcise him here, kill him now so he wouldn’t have to handle the repercussions later. except gojo satoru had grown soft, softer then his teenage years and young adulthood. the sorcerer believed in change, and he wanted to change. gojo wanted to believe there was still good, it’s what drove him to protect the students at the highschool, to pave a place for them to feel safe—not exploited as he was. as they all were.]        killing you would be easy,        [his infinity dissolved, hand pressing against seonghyun’s. pulling it’s nails from his neck, and away. he wanted to change how the demon felt as well.]       if i were to kill gwi—ma, it would make it easier. wouldn’t it?

@turbulenxe        korea isn’t apart of my jurisdiction, to kill you     ..it wouldn’t be dependent on me.      [what satoru truly hoped to say, is how could he ever fathom to be the one to take the other’s life from them. it didn’t seem possible, and gojo wasn’t as morally upright as other’s may think. killing someone he believed to not be truly evil—well, it would be cruel to say that he could care less about what would happen with seonghyun who had newly become a demon. it wasn’t his responsibility, and he’d turn a blind eye to the idol.]        how cruel.

@6THEYES,                  .. i don’t know. what will we do?                ⋆  the rhetorical question falls from his lips quite easily, the idol offering a light shrug. defeated, exhausted. now it’s come to this, he doesn’t know what he could even do next.  ⋆                a demon hunter who became a demon, a monster in a world of demon hunters. i don’t know, w͟h͟a͟t͟ ͟s͟h͟o͟u͟l͟d͟ ͟i͟ ͟d͟o͟?  i suppose you could kill me. it would do the world a favour, wouldn’t it? one less creature plaguing the innocent.