can you write "shoyo has a nasty lunge and i paul sensei can vouch rsrsrs trench 2024" on paper and show it to me next to your face
[ shoyo sends a selfie of himself in a few seconds as an example; he has a paper up and something about paul written on it but the shot is . . . blurred. especially around the face and arms. ]
[If there was anyone who seemed immune to things like blurring, it was Paul's ever-eager, smiling student. Paul doesn't allow himself to stay with that sense for long, though - he has a note to transcribe, dutifully, and photograph next to his sunglasses-wearing face.]
[here's a message for shoyo that consists entirely of a handful of pictures. all are from a recent practice viktor tagged along with pal to, largely just of the kids doing good and potentially being goofs. at least one is of shoyo being an energetic sports boy with the kids watching in wonder.
one is of pal, probably looking long suffering or something along those lines as he is subjected to the arena that is kid sports.]
[ oh, he’s delighted to get these. swiping through them gets him to chuckle, save them all (including his high energy and perhaps, miraculously, not blurry catches? it’s probably a game to play: snap shōyō.) ]
ahaha the last one!!!! 😂 check these out
[ what is sent next is………… a series of photos that tell a story— of a devious shōyō causing a rumpus @ poor pal.
[it's true, he has a Lot of blurry shoyos he needed to take before the good ones existed in between, like little gems of clarity. maybe he'll send one some day where shoyo looks like a blurred cryptid against a bunch of children playing volley ball.
but the pal pictures? actual laugh. he probably goes to show pal as well because it's too good not to.]
I think he likes them.
[the next picture is one of pal just sighing after seeing said pictures. rio is probably lying her head on his lap and trapping him. she weighs like five of him.]
[ pal. you poor soul . . . you’re doomed to a life of being the gossip news headline. ]
he better! i risked my life for those!
[ next up is a selfie from shōyō’s view. he’s stooped very low from the looks of it, for pal to seem so high up in his HOTWINGS jersey. from the perspective, pal even looks like a giant, with only the top of shōyō’s head visible from the bottom right hand side of the screen. shōyō is certainly expressive enough to show that he’s comically terrified, while pal . . .
clearly looks too focused on spreadsheets to seem amused, thin lipped and glasses all light-reflecting and menacing from that particular angle. that was probably the best part.
[pal is basically a meme they share at this point. that's true affection, surely.
honestly it's the anime glasses shine that really makes this picture. viktor enjoys it almost as much as he enjoys picturing pal trying to do Serious Sports Work while shoyo goofs around him.]
You truly take on a great deal of danger with your job, I see.
[when he sends that something else comes through the omni as well, something clearly not sent in any obvious way, just a memory filling shoyo's screen. it's of two men in an office, one clearly viktor about a decade younger, the other a man with broad shoulders and a similar uniform.
they're working over an odd contraption containing a blue crystal crackling with energy.] It's time to crank it.
[young viktor says that with a grin as the other man works over the machine, giving him an uncertain look as he asks viktor,] Are you sure you know what you're doing?
[viktor's face says nope. does not. but he still leans forward to press the button on the machine and watch the parts begin to move, blue light pouring all through the office.
a lot of exciting Science happens- explosions! broken windows! blue! the crystal stabilizes, the experiment begins, things get hm, a little dicey. at one point viktor moves to the door to jam his cane into the handles to buy them more time.
no pressure, he tells jayce, who informs him that very much is pressure, thanks.
and so shoyo gets to see the birth of hextech, floating through the air as a distressed yordle frets about the dangers of magic. jayce and viktor are beaming with the new discovery, a now shared dream realized. the fondest memory of piltover viktor probably has, if he was asked.]
[sansa's voice is strained but firm. there is some barking in the background.]
Hallo, Shoyo? This is Lazarus's friend Alayne, from the party. He has been struggling with the ghost of a former friend of his, and it has attacked him in my kitchen just now. He is reluctant to fight back because he holds affection for this friend, but I believe it would help him very much to be reminded that he has a new friend, here. We’re at the Rookery, the lantern imps do know it. Thank you.
[ the response comes rattled: the sound of rhythmic running but quick steps. the second he heard he has been struggling he was out the door to whatever he was doing. attacked makes him bolt that much faster— ]
On!! My way—!!
[ he forgets to take a lantern friend and actually sprints there by foot. ]
[L's been busy this month with casework and a few wrenches thrown into his plans, such as a strange book that had made heights higher and more unpredictable and a ghost whose haunting he'd enjoyed a little too much.
There's one plan that's not allowed to be messed with, though, and since Shoyo did so much to save him from Light's ghost, and the demon on his back, and has been truly and solidly there for him in an unprecedented way, well... he's determined to make it memorable.
The small household party had been nice, but he'd dipped out afterward to pick up a few things. When he returns, it's with a bottle of champagne and a pretty box wrapped in ribbon.]
Hey... I hope you saved a little room after all that cake. I just don't know what else to do with these chocolate-covered strawberries.
[ despite being so absolutely enthusiastic about his birthday— shōyō had been fairly low key about it. nothing flashy, or crowded! just an awesome day with a couple of friends to wish him well and a boyfriend to nonverbally brag about. when the day had simmered down, guests left and oikawa taking some time out for himself, it was just lazarus and shōyō.
he has some crumbs on his face from the last slice of peaches-and-cream cake he’s had, but it’s nothing a thumb couldn’t brush away. shōyō’s smile is blithe and widening, and with a playful mimic that imitates moving things around his stomach— ]
We can put ‘em right here. [ he points to his mouth, but only uses that as a start to shamble over to peck a delighted, hovering kiss. ] Thanks, for today.
[L doesn't ever presume that he's worth bragging about, shabby slip of a thing that he is, but Shōyō has a way of helping him forget that he's physically unimpressive, even if he is drawn out beyond the role of just some disembodied guy behind a computer. He tries not to let Shōyō forget what it means to have that role, newly inhabiting the land of the living among friends and lovers.
L doesn't bother with a thumb, choosing to kiss away the crumbs instead. It's hardly any trouble when it just amounts to a bonus treat, anyway.]
Of course; I liked the party a lot, but... I hoped that maybe we could have some time together. It's your birthday, so... you get to call the shots, of course, but I had some ideas of my own.
[ augh, how can he just—! shoyo feels so incredibly lucky! here he is, inhabiting creepy town, but: teaching volleyball almost everyday, having a friend from home, learning ninja things at ninja school, having a pocket monster and a boyfriend? it's more than he'd ever thought to see happening back home.
he does eye lazarus with the most expectant of gazes to playfully hush: ]
What kinds of things?
[ oh, was it volleyball? oh, if it's volleyball— ]
[After their fight, Tooru had been feeling pretty miserable, as well as irrationally angry with most anything until the month came to an end. He hadn't really even gone out unless necessary, not even left his own room besides doing the necessary things. If there's one thing he was good at alongside overworking himself and volleyball, it was being an asshole and then overthinking.
He'd upset his friend by being a grouch after getting woken up in an emergency situation, the only times he usually wasn't irritable with getting woken up. But he's learned that Trench is far from anything normal, his physical changes being evidence of that. And yet, he owes Shōyō a massive apology and knows it, fortunately he's good at apologising when he's massively screwed up.
Which is how he's found himself in front of Shōyō's door, unable to even look up as he knocks, his voice clearly apologetic.]
Shōyō? If you're in there, I... I wanna talk. I owe you an apology for last month.
[ oikawa will find that only silence is waiting on the other side. shōyō would’ve come out, but— he’s kept his door closed ever sense that day, when lazarus had respawned, cleaned out the kitchen, changed the bed covers and left everything the way it was. organized, because shōyō sure as hell didn’t.
he doesn’t answer because he’s not there. he hasn’t been, in fact. ever since returning with lazarus in squid form and locking himself on his side of the house, he hasn’t seen or spoken to oikawa. after challenging god to a volleyball match, shōyō hasn’t been home. he hadn’t been ready to go back. he hadn’t been ready to feel better and he certainly hadn’t been ready to talk to his roommate. not in the state he was in (or both of them).
oikawa is speaking to nothing but a door, but to his luck, moments later, the front door groans open. for the first time in two weeks, shōyō sets foot in the house, and peeks with eyes wide down the hall to his quarters.
it seems oikawa was there. a breath catches in his throat leaps, freezes— then settles. ]
. . . Hey.
[ no smiles or hugs; just a cautious gaze as he adjusts his backpack full of clothes and supplies he’d been using. ]
[On any other day, Tooru would feel embarrassed by talking to an empty door, and even if it wasn't empty, he wouldn't blame Shōyō for ignoring him. He'd been an asshole, to put it mildly. Lived up to the insult Iwaizumi always flung at him, even if that half the time was a tease and just how his best friend was with him.
So when the front door opens, Tooru flinches just a little, barely noticeable. He didn't know what would happen next, but Shōyō's "hey" was better than what he expected. Maybe, just maybe, things could be fixed.]
Hey... I ah... I think I owe you an apology. For... Y'know... That. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped at you when you were panicking.
[He still can't bring himself to look at Shōyō, but he does step out of the way of the door should he be ignored. His voice lacks any of the energy or brightness, instead replaced with something more akin to regret. His only friend from home, and he'd really fucked up.]
[ getting a late apology was better than getting no apology. shoyo stares at first, takes a few walking steps in and closes the door behind him once egg has entered and so has— a dog? it happens to be his omen, picanha. she's changed as shoyo has, keeping her muzzle shut tight as she regarded the other athlete and then trotted into the rest of the home.
shoyo nods; whatever was happening during these last few weeks hasn't been a good one, and it looked like that was the case for both of them. the ache in his chest was far from actually gone, but— it could heal. ]
. . . Alright. [ it wasn't "fine" or "okay", but he accepts it. ] How're you feeling?
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It's me. Paul.
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[Attachment: a photo of Paul, wearing dark tinted glasses, half-smiling wanly at the camera, set against a dark backdrop.]
Does that count?
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can you write "shoyo has a nasty lunge and i paul sensei can vouch rsrsrs trench 2024" on paper and show it to me
next to your face
[ shoyo sends a selfie of himself in a few seconds as an example; he has a paper up and something about paul written on it but the shot is . . . blurred. especially around the face and arms. ]
like this but clear
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Like this?
I will vouch for that.
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text, sort of ; un: v
one is of pal, probably looking long suffering or something along those lines as he is subjected to the arena that is kid sports.]
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ahaha the last one!!!! 😂
check these out
[ what is sent next is………… a series of photos that tell a story— of a devious shōyō causing a rumpus @ poor pal.
just pretend it’s pal. ]
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but the pal pictures? actual laugh. he probably goes to show pal as well because it's too good not to.]
I think he likes them.
[the next picture is one of pal just sighing after seeing said pictures. rio is probably lying her head on his lap and trapping him. she weighs like five of him.]
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he better! i risked my life for those!
[ next up is a selfie from shōyō’s view. he’s stooped very low from the looks of it, for pal to seem so high up in his HOTWINGS jersey. from the perspective, pal even looks like a giant, with only the top of shōyō’s head visible from the bottom right hand side of the screen. shōyō is certainly expressive enough to show that he’s comically terrified, while pal . . .
clearly looks too focused on spreadsheets to seem amused, thin lipped and glasses all light-reflecting and menacing from that particular angle. that was probably the best part.
a little blurry, but doable. ]
and this one i almost got stepped on
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honestly it's the anime glasses shine that really makes this picture. viktor enjoys it almost as much as he enjoys picturing pal trying to do Serious Sports Work while shoyo goofs around him.]
You truly take on a great deal of danger with your job, I see.
[when he sends that something else comes through the omni as well, something clearly not sent in any obvious way, just a memory filling shoyo's screen. it's of two men in an office, one clearly viktor about a decade younger, the other a man with broad shoulders and a similar uniform.
they're working over an odd contraption containing a blue crystal crackling with energy.] It's time to crank it.
[young viktor says that with a grin as the other man works over the machine, giving him an uncertain look as he asks viktor,] Are you sure you know what you're doing?
[viktor's face says nope. does not. but he still leans forward to press the button on the machine and watch the parts begin to move, blue light pouring all through the office.
a lot of exciting Science happens- explosions! broken windows! blue! the crystal stabilizes, the experiment begins, things get hm, a little dicey. at one point viktor moves to the door to jam his cane into the handles to buy them more time.
no pressure, he tells jayce, who informs him that very much is pressure, thanks.
and so shoyo gets to see the birth of hextech, floating through the air as a distressed yordle frets about the dangers of magic. jayce and viktor are beaming with the new discovery, a now shared dream realized. the fondest memory of piltover viktor probably has, if he was asked.]
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Hallo, Shoyo? This is Lazarus's friend Alayne, from the party. He has been struggling with the ghost of a former friend of his, and it has attacked him in my kitchen just now. He is reluctant to fight back because he holds affection for this friend, but I believe it would help him very much to be reminded that he has a new friend, here. We’re at the Rookery, the lantern imps do know it. Thank you.
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On!! My way—!!
[ he forgets to take a lantern friend and actually sprints there by foot. ]
June 21
There's one plan that's not allowed to be messed with, though, and since Shoyo did so much to save him from Light's ghost, and the demon on his back, and has been truly and solidly there for him in an unprecedented way, well... he's determined to make it memorable.
The small household party had been nice, but he'd dipped out afterward to pick up a few things. When he returns, it's with a bottle of champagne and a pretty box wrapped in ribbon.]
Hey... I hope you saved a little room after all that cake. I just don't know what else to do with these chocolate-covered strawberries.
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he has some crumbs on his face from the last slice of peaches-and-cream cake he’s had, but it’s nothing a thumb couldn’t brush away. shōyō’s smile is blithe and widening, and with a playful mimic that imitates moving things around his stomach— ]
We can put ‘em right here. [ he points to his mouth, but only uses that as a start to shamble over to peck a delighted, hovering kiss. ] Thanks, for today.
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L doesn't bother with a thumb, choosing to kiss away the crumbs instead. It's hardly any trouble when it just amounts to a bonus treat, anyway.]
Of course; I liked the party a lot, but... I hoped that maybe we could have some time together. It's your birthday, so... you get to call the shots, of course, but I had some ideas of my own.
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he does eye lazarus with the most expectant of gazes to playfully hush: ]
What kinds of things?
[ oh, was it volleyball? oh, if it's volleyball— ]
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[He's mysterious about it, but probably suggestive enough that Shoyo will manage to catch the gist.]
I believe you will. Let's open this champagne; have you ever done it? I actually haven't and I'm a little scared, in truth.
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NSFW lol
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"serving balls" hhhhehehehe
i'm a serious adult
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Fwd dated to the first couple days of August (action)
He'd upset his friend by being a grouch after getting woken up in an emergency situation, the only times he usually wasn't irritable with getting woken up. But he's learned that Trench is far from anything normal, his physical changes being evidence of that. And yet, he owes Shōyō a massive apology and knows it, fortunately he's good at apologising when he's massively screwed up.
Which is how he's found himself in front of Shōyō's door, unable to even look up as he knocks, his voice clearly apologetic.]
Shōyō? If you're in there, I... I wanna talk. I owe you an apology for last month.
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he doesn’t answer because he’s not there. he hasn’t been, in fact. ever since returning with lazarus in squid form and locking himself on his side of the house, he hasn’t seen or spoken to oikawa. after challenging god to a volleyball match, shōyō hasn’t been home. he hadn’t been ready to go back. he hadn’t been ready to feel better and he certainly hadn’t been ready to talk to his roommate. not in the state he was in (or both of them).
oikawa is speaking to nothing but a door, but to his luck, moments later, the front door groans open. for the first time in two weeks, shōyō sets foot in the house, and peeks with eyes wide down the hall to his quarters.
it seems oikawa was there. a breath catches in his throat leaps, freezes— then settles. ]
. . . Hey.
[ no smiles or hugs; just a cautious gaze as he adjusts his backpack full of clothes and supplies he’d been using. ]
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So when the front door opens, Tooru flinches just a little, barely noticeable. He didn't know what would happen next, but Shōyō's "hey" was better than what he expected. Maybe, just maybe, things could be fixed.]
Hey... I ah... I think I owe you an apology. For... Y'know... That. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped at you when you were panicking.
[He still can't bring himself to look at Shōyō, but he does step out of the way of the door should he be ignored. His voice lacks any of the energy or brightness, instead replaced with something more akin to regret. His only friend from home, and he'd really fucked up.]
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shoyo nods; whatever was happening during these last few weeks hasn't been a good one, and it looked like that was the case for both of them. the ache in his chest was far from actually gone, but— it could heal. ]
. . . Alright. [ it wasn't "fine" or "okay", but he accepts it. ] How're you feeling?
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sorry i kinda bailed last week
you cool with a reschedule or fitting me in?
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think we all needed a break from last month that’s for sure.
it’s august now! new week new you! when do you want me?
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but i also feel like that's a bad idea
whenever's good just maybe go easy on me this time
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too many
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shots fired 🤢
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think we are finishing up! 🥰
woop woop \o/