[Will they ever get this UFO out of here? Who knows.
Regardless, it's not what Solomon's looking for. And as he strolls through the library in a new outfit, running his hand along the metal books of the humanities section, his eyes stay attuned for the faces of the Troupe.
When he spots Raikou, his smile doesn't meet his eyes. But he approaches nonetheless.]
Finding anything interesting this late into our adventure?
[Thank u he does know how to dress himself sometimes
Now that he's closer, a couple things become apparent in quick succession. One: that one of his hands is bandaged up at the palm, spiraling underneath the fabric of his sleeves. Two: There is Something dark against his skin stretching from the base of his neck right past the collar, like an ink stain. Three: one of the pens he's held onto during the trials, black with an iridescent inlay, is tucked in the fingers of his uninjured hand, fiddled with as though it's keeping him focused.]
Fair enough. Though I have to wonder how much longer it will last.
It's... Raikou, right? [He remembers them from the trial, from Gabimaru's desperate attempt at misdirection.] I'm trying to pass around the rest of the Troupe and make sure no one has missed a Task. It's brutal, but it needs to be completed.
That's right. [ raikou gives solomon a Look, noting that he does not seem to be in the best of conditions. ]
You're asking me that, but you really aren't planning on helping the entire troupe are you? You look like you've helped enough already. [ he'll answer in a bit, probably! ]
[Mmm, that does get him to relax a little, though his first instinct is to immediately look for the nearest exit. But he exhales slowly, tucking his pen back into his jacket after a long delay.]
Good.
You've been watching over him for quite some time while we've been here. During trials, during the executions...
You don't need to thank me. Part of the reason I did so was a bit selfish on my part...but I can already hear him shouting at me for saying even that much.
[ that causes raikou to look over at solomon curiously. he doesn't nearly know him well enough to know if that holds true and he's mostly stayed out of the yaoi vortex, though he theoretically knows of its existence. ]
Is that so?
To answer your question from before, pretty much everything. He's my type in every way and then some, but if you wanted something succinct... his spirit and his smile remind me of why my dream is worth fighting for.
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WEEK THREE - TUESDAY
Regardless, it's not what Solomon's looking for. And as he strolls through the library in a new outfit, running his hand along the metal books of the humanities section, his eyes stay attuned for the faces of the Troupe.
When he spots Raikou, his smile doesn't meet his eyes. But he approaches nonetheless.]
Finding anything interesting this late into our adventure?
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No, but that's hardly a surprise. I think the author is saving their creativity for whatever is to come this weekend.
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Now that he's closer, a couple things become apparent in quick succession. One: that one of his hands is bandaged up at the palm, spiraling underneath the fabric of his sleeves. Two: There is Something dark against his skin stretching from the base of his neck right past the collar, like an ink stain. Three: one of the pens he's held onto during the trials, black with an iridescent inlay, is tucked in the fingers of his uninjured hand, fiddled with as though it's keeping him focused.]
Fair enough. Though I have to wonder how much longer it will last.
It's... Raikou, right? [He remembers them from the trial, from Gabimaru's desperate attempt at misdirection.] I'm trying to pass around the rest of the Troupe and make sure no one has missed a Task. It's brutal, but it needs to be completed.
Have you done so? Have you helped anyone?
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You're asking me that, but you really aren't planning on helping the entire troupe are you? You look like you've helped enough already. [ he'll answer in a bit, probably! ]
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[Trust.]
But if I have to add to it? I don't see why I shouldn't try.
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[ raikou would press if solomon weren't clearly his elder, but solomon knows how to take care of himself.
maybe.
theoretically.
closes my eyes in the mod ceiling. ]
I already did mine with Tsukasa, so that's two burdens for you to bear.
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Good.
You've been watching over him for quite some time while we've been here. During trials, during the executions...
I wanted to thank you.
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[ his bias. ]
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oh this would be so much easier if this were Tsukasa but he HAS to try...]
Ah, a friendship? Or something affectionate, maybe?
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I'd hope it's affectionate, since we're dating. Not that we were during the first week, but...
[ he smiles. he was doomed from literally the first day, okay. ]
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[He leans against the nearest bookcase closest to him, crossing his arms against his chest. His fingers drum idly, slowly, against his sleeve.]
What drew you to him?
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[ incredibly valid points, which were one of many reasons that raikou never intended to say anything. however. sometimes you are stupid- ]
Are you a romantic, Solomon? I wouldn't have taken you for the type.
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[At least, not reciprocated.]
But it's nice to see it happen.
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Is that so?
To answer your question from before, pretty much everything. He's my type in every way and then some, but if you wanted something succinct... his spirit and his smile remind me of why my dream is worth fighting for.