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[ That was on purpose, obviously? The guy was asking for information, so he gave it. Besides, he sounds so confident that surely he's not just barging in there empty-handed and without a plan, right? In Fuuta's mind he dispensed that information along with a warning, so he's not responsible for whatever happens afterward.
-- unless this guy does somehow, miraculously, find a way to free everyone from the House's tyranny, in which case he will be sure to claim a slice of the glory for himself. Since he totally deserves it.
Anyway -- ]
Haa? [ For now he promptly spit out that indignant noise, upper lip curving in the start of a disdainful snarl, baring a sliver of jagged teeth. Very 'chihuahua that got spritzed with a water bottle.' ] Is that the sort of thing you should be saying to someone who actually gave you useful information? Of course I can be helpful. It's not my fault you started the conversation like a fucking weirdo -- anyone would have been on their guard if you approached them like that.
[ But. Hmph. Backhanded or not, validation is still validation. So after a moment of squinting, Fuuta barks, ]
Fuuta, by the way. Kajiyama Fuuta. You should introduce yourself, too, before you start just asking stupid questions. It's basic manners.
[My, quite yappy. Kurama listens patiently as Fuuta gives him some pointers on how he should approach this sort of thing. Indeed, it seems that depending on how he approaches there were many ways to get someone to answer him. He'd prefer to avoid provocation but the young man did seem easily provoked. Before he can consider an answer, he realizes-]
[-he somehow cleared that level, hm? Low point requirement.]
You can understand that in a situation such as this, niceties come second to a person's mind. Since you have assuaged my concerns we can talk more normally.
[While there's still an edge to his voice, a bitch-for-bitch angle, he seems to realize that flattery earns him an advantage. Truly, can't the compassionate chihuahua understand? He's not a fucking weirdo, he's the victim here and now they can both be rational people.]
I am Kurama. Although it may not have value here, I am Azuma's Keeper of Autumn Gales, one of its gods. [so please clap]
Also, as loathe as he is to admit it, Kurama does sort of have a point about not being in the right state of mind for niceties if he really is as much of a newcomer as he claims to be. Fuuta frowns at it, nose scrunching up a little as his brow furrows. He's pretty sure he also wasn't in a rush to be going through introductions when he was first told he'd been teleported from Milgram to a supernatural sex hotel. So ...
-- he's just not going to address that point! Instead, just moving onto: ]
You can't be that much of a god if you're stuck here with the rest of us.
[ Sorry Kurama. This is so shitty. You don't deserve this, no matter how much of a capital-G gamer you might be. Snippy comment dispensed, he now considers them on even footing. Fuuta gives a dismissive flap of the hand. ]
Well -- whatever. I don't really know what your deal is, but this place is full of all sorts of weirdos, so. I guess you'll fit right in. There's lots of people who've been stuck here for ages, too, so you can bother them with your questions. Though I guess I'm probably still on the side that's been through more than the others. [ Unsaid: so if you want to come to me with your annoying questions, I guess it can't be helped. ]
[No, his perfectly crafted logical argument! He can't just ignore it and move on!]
[Or, well, Fuuta can because he's immediately ruffling a god's feathers with that comment.]
Excuse me?! [While it does make him angry, putting his hands on his hips and leaning forward, Fuuta's personal space doesn't get invaded again. The shorter man waves his hand to dismiss it and Kurama seems to be biting his lip to keep from an unskippable cutscene of a lecture about godhood.]
I made my deal quite clear! I am the Autumn God! If I wanted to, I could send you flying with a gust as easily as snapping my fingers. [since you're so small, you'd fly further is the unspoken addition. Although despite making the threat he does not actually snap his fingers. A wind god must be exceptional at blowing hot air.]
Fuuta just gives Kurama a dubious stare for a moment, face scrunched up in disbelief as he tries to parse if that was a joke or a genuine threat.
-- actually, given how much shit he's been through during his long tenure here, he's not about to gamble on it. Without even coming to a proper conclusion he skitters back one, two large steps, promptly taking on the posture of a startled rodent about to bolt. ]
Don't you fucking dare.
[ Too bad that threat(?) has all the heft of a wet tissue paper when he's clearly scared, his words coming tense and wobbly. ]
[Kurama holds the stare, trying to make it very clear that he is a god and does demand a certain amount of respect. That's all he's asking for! At very least to not be called a weirdo.]
[However, when his threat does seem to land true and cause the other the scamper back he feels a pang of remorse. He's torn between the two opposing forces of wanting to assert his own seriousness and thinking that this is just a little guy and how dare he. His eyes narrow, holding his ground for a moment longer while this inner conflict rages.]
... well, if I were to do that I'd be no better than the people running this place.
[He folds first, looking to the side and folding his arms over his chest. If he were to let his anger get the better of him and possibly harm a human it would only make this night worse. If only there were some sort of extremely durable oni oaf he could vent this vexing feeling on.]
[ Fuuta thinks he's totally doing a great job of hiding his far? He played that off so cool and calm? He obviously wasn't scared? -- but in actually, he's as terrible a lie as ever, and it's painfully evident that he dares takes a proper breath only after it looks like Kurama's decided not to snap his fingers and fling him into the closest wall. Even so, he's still a little sweaty and wide-eyed from nerves, and there's the visible bob of his Adam's apple when Fuuta swallows thickly; his voice emerges little choked when he snaps, ]
Th-that's right ...
[ Said even as he scoots back another large step, still jittery and anxious.
The only thing stopping him from being entirely sympathetic in the moment is the fact that Fuuta takes another deep breath, gaze shifting rapidly from Kurama, to the street near him, then back, clearly assessing his chances at a quick escape (very good!) before he grits his teeth. Steeling himself before snarling, ]
F-fuck you though, if you think threatening to hurt people is any better. You're just as bad as the people running this place, you ass! You shouldn't go talking down at me, either!
[ 'You may relax.' A-as if he needs any permission for anything from this shithead! Fuuta thinks, even as he's clearly waiting for the first sign of aggression as his cue to bolt. ]
[Of course, a human would be frightened by such a thing. While Fuuta seems to have been here long enough for it to be "usual" he was still a person displaced. How could anyone whose safety had been so disregarded in bringing them here possibly believe they were safe from the tantrums of those around them? Kurama's only now arrived. Who's to say if there would even be any punishment for hurting another guest?]
[Still, it's natural to get angry when someone is yelling baseless accusations. Kurama's hand grips a bit tighter on his arm, pulling the fabric of the desire-revealing robe tight between his fingers. If he can swallow this anger and simply let the young man leave then he could spare them both some stress.]
[He tries to bring the Rune Dancer's face to his mind, as embarrassing as that would be to ever admit. A nosy, overly helpful person who told him that it's possible he could be understood if he simply explained himself. It's just a chasm of difference between trying to speak with the villagers who he lived among and this stranger who owed him nothing.]
I ... this is how I speak to people. Hundreds of years of divinity can't be changed so easily.
[However, he doesn't say it with the confident authority he did before.]
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-- unless this guy does somehow, miraculously, find a way to free everyone from the House's tyranny, in which case he will be sure to claim a slice of the glory for himself. Since he totally deserves it.
Anyway -- ]
Haa? [ For now he promptly spit out that indignant noise, upper lip curving in the start of a disdainful snarl, baring a sliver of jagged teeth. Very 'chihuahua that got spritzed with a water bottle.' ] Is that the sort of thing you should be saying to someone who actually gave you useful information? Of course I can be helpful. It's not my fault you started the conversation like a fucking weirdo -- anyone would have been on their guard if you approached them like that.
[ But. Hmph. Backhanded or not, validation is still validation. So after a moment of squinting, Fuuta barks, ]
Fuuta, by the way. Kajiyama Fuuta. You should introduce yourself, too, before you start just asking stupid questions. It's basic manners.
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[-he somehow cleared that level, hm? Low point requirement.]
You can understand that in a situation such as this, niceties come second to a person's mind. Since you have assuaged my concerns we can talk more normally.
[While there's still an edge to his voice, a bitch-for-bitch angle, he seems to realize that flattery earns him an advantage. Truly, can't the compassionate chihuahua understand? He's not a fucking weirdo, he's the victim here and now they can both be rational people.]
I am Kurama. Although it may not have value here, I am Azuma's Keeper of Autumn Gales, one of its gods. [so please clap]
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Also, as loathe as he is to admit it, Kurama does sort of have a point about not being in the right state of mind for niceties if he really is as much of a newcomer as he claims to be. Fuuta frowns at it, nose scrunching up a little as his brow furrows. He's pretty sure he also wasn't in a rush to be going through introductions when he was first told he'd been teleported from Milgram to a supernatural sex hotel. So ...
-- he's just not going to address that point! Instead, just moving onto: ]
You can't be that much of a god if you're stuck here with the rest of us.
[ Sorry Kurama. This is so shitty. You don't deserve this, no matter how much of a capital-G gamer you might be. Snippy comment dispensed, he now considers them on even footing. Fuuta gives a dismissive flap of the hand. ]
Well -- whatever. I don't really know what your deal is, but this place is full of all sorts of weirdos, so. I guess you'll fit right in. There's lots of people who've been stuck here for ages, too, so you can bother them with your questions. Though I guess I'm probably still on the side that's been through more than the others. [ Unsaid: so if you want to come to me with your annoying questions, I guess it can't be helped. ]
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[Or, well, Fuuta can because he's immediately ruffling a god's feathers with that comment.]
Excuse me?! [While it does make him angry, putting his hands on his hips and leaning forward, Fuuta's personal space doesn't get invaded again. The shorter man waves his hand to dismiss it and Kurama seems to be biting his lip to keep from an unskippable cutscene of a lecture about godhood.]
I made my deal quite clear! I am the Autumn God! If I wanted to, I could send you flying with a gust as easily as snapping my fingers. [since you're so small, you'd fly further is the unspoken addition. Although despite making the threat he does not actually snap his fingers. A wind god must be exceptional at blowing hot air.]
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Fuuta just gives Kurama a dubious stare for a moment, face scrunched up in disbelief as he tries to parse if that was a joke or a genuine threat.
-- actually, given how much shit he's been through during his long tenure here, he's not about to gamble on it. Without even coming to a proper conclusion he skitters back one, two large steps, promptly taking on the posture of a startled rodent about to bolt. ]
Don't you fucking dare.
[ Too bad that threat(?) has all the heft of a wet tissue paper when he's clearly scared, his words coming tense and wobbly. ]
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[However, when his threat does seem to land true and cause the other the scamper back he feels a pang of remorse. He's torn between the two opposing forces of wanting to assert his own seriousness and thinking that this is just a little guy and how dare he. His eyes narrow, holding his ground for a moment longer while this inner conflict rages.]
... well, if I were to do that I'd be no better than the people running this place.
[He folds first, looking to the side and folding his arms over his chest. If he were to let his anger get the better of him and possibly harm a human it would only make this night worse. If only there were some sort of extremely durable oni oaf he could vent this vexing feeling on.]
You may relax.
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Th-that's right ...
[ Said even as he scoots back another large step, still jittery and anxious.
The only thing stopping him from being entirely sympathetic in the moment is the fact that Fuuta takes another deep breath, gaze shifting rapidly from Kurama, to the street near him, then back, clearly assessing his chances at a quick escape (very good!) before he grits his teeth. Steeling himself before snarling, ]
F-fuck you though, if you think threatening to hurt people is any better. You're just as bad as the people running this place, you ass! You shouldn't go talking down at me, either!
[ 'You may relax.' A-as if he needs any permission for anything from this shithead! Fuuta thinks, even as he's clearly waiting for the first sign of aggression as his cue to bolt. ]
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[Still, it's natural to get angry when someone is yelling baseless accusations. Kurama's hand grips a bit tighter on his arm, pulling the fabric of the desire-revealing robe tight between his fingers. If he can swallow this anger and simply let the young man leave then he could spare them both some stress.]
[He tries to bring the Rune Dancer's face to his mind, as embarrassing as that would be to ever admit. A nosy, overly helpful person who told him that it's possible he could be understood if he simply explained himself. It's just a chasm of difference between trying to speak with the villagers who he lived among and this stranger who owed him nothing.]
I ... this is how I speak to people. Hundreds of years of divinity can't be changed so easily.
[However, he doesn't say it with the confident authority he did before.]