[ closed ] just wanna go outside with you,

[gorb]

WHO: Geto Suguru, Gojo Satoru
WHAT: Monster-hunting.
WHERE: Kyoto.
WHEN: November.
WARNINGS: N/A but will update if that changes.

( They take a portal to Kyoto, and then the bird as far as they can, a run down little village outside of Kyoto currently teeming with Kaiju. Geto lets his curse circle it for a moment, aware of Gojo's heat at his back, and thinks of the best course of action, directly the many-winged pelican to a sloped roof. At his hip there is the new katana, playful cloud strapped to his back. He thinks about offering one to his friend. Declines the idea. )

Do you think this will satisfy your bloodlust, Satoru?

( Teasing, but one of the first things he's said all day since they started out. ) The big one prowls the edges, as far as I know. We might have to go further out to find it. But you can whet your appetite here first.

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[gorb]

( He gets a smile for his patience, something sweet and soothing. )

I won't be long, mm? I know if I leave you to your own devices you might get into some kind of mischief, and today's been nice. Less than an hour. You can take anything you need from in here, I don't have anything to hide.

( Well -.

Clothing that isn't his, but since it's Satoru's then he thinks that's easily enough explained. )

[mrblueeyes]

[ Satoru grumbles at him, sulky, cheeks a little pink, but he doesn't argue. He's accepted the plan, accepted the terms, and he still gets to have Suguru's company. He still gets food and ending up in Suguru's bed. ]

An hour? How many cigarettes you gotta smoke?

[ It's just grumbling, though, not any serious objection. There's a weird brief spike of jealousy that maybe Suguru's doing something else, meeting someone else--but he discards that quickly. He trusts Suguru and it would be difficult to hide things from six eyes anyway.

Don't be clingy. Don't be possessive.

He's going to be both clingy and possessive, but he can try at least to keep it under a certain level. ]

Don't take too long. [ More grumbling, but he goes to go wash the blood and muck out of his hair. ]