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[ this is both equal parts familiar and unfamiliar. while this isn't the first time they've met at the baths, it's the first time they've entered together at the same time. despite thinking that, yuwon is actually too tired to greet him normally, and so all he does is give a quiet sort of grunt in acknowledgment.

his eyes study his body, not necessarily by choice, but because the scars on his body simply catch his gaze. he's always known gojo as being strong, and so the idea that anyone could leave a mark like that on his body, well... it was interesting.

yuwon wasn't the sort for pity, and so all he does is move past gojo and begin settling into the bath, but not before: ]

So, are you going to come in or what? [ at least some things never change. 🥺 ]

( He catches Aodh in the corridor of their new residence, Vash dragging his semi-aching feet down the halls when he comes across his dragon friend. Immediately some of the weariness dissipates in favour of the plant lifting a cheerful little hand in a tired wave. Seeing a friend makes things better. )

Aodh! ( At the sound of his voice the taller man turns towards him, footsteps even as he comes closer. Vash's grin widens further. ) Hey buddy, you going somewhere? Is that a towel? Wait, shoot. You were going for a bath, I just wanted to say hey anyway, wh-.

( He should expect it. This is not the first time Aodh just decided to lift him straight off his feet. )

Hey, hey. ( Scooped up all Vash can do is wriggle. ) Aodh! I can walk. Wait, where are we going? Hey!

[ in a less than happy mood, aodh has just returned to the bunker, after taking a stroll around the underground marketplace.

all of his treasures and worldly possessions had been left on base, when they were sent off on their mission; so, he isn't exactly thrilled by the prospect of having to unearth his hoard from the wreckage left behind by his lesser kin. alas, it is now a task he needs to personally see to.

with that inconvenience comes a need to acquire new goods, however. luckily, he did find a few appealing items at the market, which has eased his temper somewhat. as he makes his way back to his room, aodh catches a familiar scent headed in his direction and, before that scent can escape him, he purposefully drops his bag into the human's arms the moment he rounds the corner. ] Carry this to mine room. [ an order out of the blue. ]

You have nothing better to do, do you? [ godspeed to you, kabru. ]

[ while some may be devastated by the loss of the imugi offspring or concerned about the well-being of the civilians within the city, aodh is far more miffed by the inconvenience his lesser kin has caused him. he has yet to see if his hoard is intact, but the thought of having to dig through rubble for them seriously rubs him the wrong way.

for now, he has come to the underground bunker to stake a claim to a room. he doesn't particularly care who he rooms with, so he picks the first one he finds with an unoccupied futon. since he didn't pack for the mission, aodh lacks any bag to lay his claim, only having whatever effects are on him. he is in the midst of stripping off his jacket and dumping it onto the tatami mat, when another being soon enters.

sharp red eyes shift towards the new presence, recognition flaming intrigue at the sight of who it is. they had only exchanged words on an app a while back, yet their conversation remains vivid within his memory — the one who has someone back home. ]

Have you eaten yet?

[ with his short sleep schedule, gojo is usually up at odd hours of the night, which makes tonight no different than any of his other. the only difference is that he is now staying in an underground bunker and he has jostled geto awake to hang out at him. isn't someone wishing that there was still a wall between them? ]

Let's enjoy the baths and then go get something to eat at the marketplace.

[ he is sounding far too energized and chipper for somebody who has only slept for three hours. ]

I want a large chocolate milkshake and maybe burgers with fries~ [ will they even have that, gojo? ]

[ his scars are unsettling to look at even for those who may be used to more graphic injuries. for those more combat experienced, it's evident that he got them from a singular strike, which sliced cleanly through his abdomen and left arm from the way the jagged edges circle him front to back.

irrefutable marks of fatality.

despite having hidden them from view for close to a year now, gojo neither appears self-conscious nor bothered by the attention they draw. after all, his prior consideration was reserved solely for a few, most of whom have since disappeared. with a stretch of his arm, a wide grin settles over his face as yuwon beckons for him.

what a lucky coincidence~

unwrapping his towel from his waist, he tosses it onto a nearby bench, before he proceeds to sink into the depths of the hot bath. he relishes in the heat, even as he lifts a hand to casually adjust the black cloth wrapped around his eyes. ]

Don't be so impatient. Who else would I join in here?

[ a dragon does what a dragon wants to do.

at the sight of his little plant, aodh, who was in fact headed to the bathhouse, decided right then that he would like some companionship tonight. so without warning, he has now committed a plantnapping, hefting the blond easily onto his shoulder as he continues en route to the baths. ]

You said it yourself, plant. [ his tone is impassive as ever. ] We are going to bathe together. [ yes, it is now a fact. ]

You seem weary yourself and I am in need of entertainment. [ it won't be long at all before he is carrying vash into the communal bathhouse with him. unsurprisingly, no one is in there at this hour, most either having already gone to bed or cleansed themselves for the day. ]

Literally anyone else.

[ even when he eases into the water's temperature, his mind still lingers on the scars on gojo's body. it was clear that any normal person would have died, but does that mean yuwon considered gojo normal? maybe not. either way, yuwon was the type who steered clear of mindless speculation.

the one thing that is clear is whoever did it had to have been pretty strong.

the idea was both alarming and ... kind of intriguing.

naturally, he has questions, but he doesn't quite get into them. instead content with rubbing his face with some water and just leaning back. he stares at the ceiling for a moment, before turning towards gojo, and it's here his eyes land on his blindfold. ] Is that necessary? [ ... ] Won't it get all soggy?

[ With how they met, things have stayed rather strange between them. At least, that's the case for Kabru, who still finds it hard to contend with the fact that such a powerful and monstrous being could treat him with such gentleness. Even from that experience, he hasn't shaken off the apprehension of course. Dragons are dangerous, and their second encounter with the imugi was only proof of that.

That same apprehension sets in when Aodh approaches him, but Kabru doesn't try to leave, curious about what this might be about. He then gets a bag unceremoniously dropped into his arms. It's heavy, too! ]

I ... [ He does have things to do!! ] I was planning to get some supplies...

[ Since he's lost most of his clothing and things. But knowing Kabru, he's going to find it impossible to say no if Aodh orders him. ]

( There's a moment where Geto's technique almost activates, the slimy beginnings of a rift appearing. But rainbow dragon doesn't make an appearance to tear out Gojo Satoru's throat - she wouldn't either way - and instead Geto shrugs the other man off, dragging the blanket higher over his head, intention abandoned. )

Ugh.

( Give him a second. Maybe ten. Eventually the blanket lowers, purple eyes blink-blink-blinking. )

It's the middle of the night, who's making burgers?

( It's a little bit amusing being hefted over the shoulder of someone so rarely taller than him. Vash would probably let it happen without protest if he weren't so heavy. That Aodh manages with his arm is funny, but he's squirming a little anyway. )

I wasn't going to the baths! I don't need to bathe.

( Actually, does he? There's a lot of dirt in his hair, skin smudged. But he doesn't shower if there's anyone else around, so why would a bathhouse be different? )

What if I stay at the door? Then we can talk and I can entertain you?

[ So much has happened in this past little while, but Jinwoo barely bothers himself with any of it. Luckily for him, he hadn't owned much to begin with since he was one of the newer arrivals so whatever he packed for Yamanashi is what he brings to the room with him.

He opens the sliding door quietly, but looks up as soon as a voice calls out to him. Blinking, he stares at the other man before recognizing who he is. ]

... I haven't, yet. Why? Are you offering to make something?

[ He is (mostly) joking. ]

[ no, it isn't necessary. wearing the blindfold around others has just become a habit at this point. ]

It won't. [ if he doesn't want it to. #infinitybby ] I just don't want to scare you.

[ he is standing above him now, hands tucked into his pants' pockets and an enthusiastic smile on his face. ]

We can go get fast food, so get your ass up, Suguru.

[ he starts to nudge him with the tip of his boot. nudge nudge nudge~ ]

You're wastin' time! [ the audacity. ] Hurry up.

I think you're scaring me more by keeping it on.

[ splashing some water his way, more in an absent-minded motion than anything malicious. ]

[ he lets out a light laugh, before he nods his head complaisantly.

the water noticeably doesn't hit him. :) ]

Fair. I'll take it off just for you. [ lifting his hand, he pulls off his mask then, exposing a pair of exceptionally bright blue eyes. he sets aside the black fabric, placing it a few inches away from the edge of the bath. ] Less creeped out now?

[ too bad.

still, yuwon isn't so torn up about it, either.

when gojo finally removes his mask. his eyes do come up to better assess him; trading gaze for gaze. his eyes may have been the bluest he's ever seen. despite hailing from the tower in which so many god-like existences existed, it surprises him how he can still think and say that with conviction. objectively, it was as attractive as it was striking. as for who they're attached to. well, he didn't really have to think about that. ]

Not really. [ lol. ] They're not exactly what I expected, though.

Heh. [ he reclines back more comfortably, as he stretches his right arm along the edge of the onsen. ] What were you expecting? Hollow eyes?

[ his eyes have always been as beautiful as they are eerie, symbolic of the rare coveted power he wields and the fundamental cost of it. they wrought both fear and pride amongst sorcerers and the cursed alike, yet just as they have given him strength and status, they have also brought him loneliness and disillusionment. ]

Should I put my blindfold back on? [ like if it's creeping him out either way... ]

[ what did he expect?

that's a good question. perhaps, he had expected nothing much of anything. he didn't expect his appearance to leave any more or less of an impact. so the idea that he could still have been surprised... maybe that's what was the most unusual thing about it.

still, he doesn't push the point nor explain himself. ] Nothing much, just something different. You don't have to cover it back up. [ is it any less weird than his own eyes, after all. even now he realizes he may have been looking at gojo too intently, his skill unintentionally kicking in as his eyes shift to red for a moment, before turning back to a dark steely grey. ]

I'm more curious about something else, anyway.

[ ah, yuwon's pretty red eyes have made a sneaky appearance. it's a shame that they didn't want to come out to play a while longer~

he angles his head at him, his brows rising in mild curiosity. ]

Ask then.

[ gojo sees it enough when they fight...

either way, yuwon doesn't shy away from pointing at his scars. ]

About how you got those. [ his tone doesn't necessarily forgo his usual neutrality, but it definitely shows enough interest. as far as he knows, he seemed to possess an ability which kept attacks from making contact with him. ... he'd think it'd be difficult to break past that, but who knows.

almost reflexively, he reaches out to the one on his arm, his eyes studying the possibilities of how they were made. ]

[ exactly like he said then — the human has nothing better to do. why tell him something that doesn't disprove what he says? ]

Do it later. [ wholly dismissive. he is already continuing on his way. follow along, shorty. try to keep up. ] I am in a foul mood, so do not test my patience.

[ he figured that was going to be the question. ]

I lost a fight. [ he sounds more wistful than upset or aggravated by it. ] It was the most fun I've had. [ too bad he won't be able to experience it again. ] He was a worthy opponent. [ anyway, he seems to snap himself out of the reverie, as he motions to the jagged scar that wraps around his abdomen. ] He was also the one who'd killed me, so I wouldn't bring this up with the others. [ y'know, nanami, yuji and co. ] Touchy subject.

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