Week One, Tuesday.

[goatsongs]

[Chuuya has cut holes in the gimp mask so that it still covers his cheek but isn't so much... that.

It'll make this conversation less weird, but not by much.]

Have you had sex yet?

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[goatsongs]

I'll teach you everything I know.

[can we please cut to pillow talk this is killing me]

[leggymaru]

[crying yea a nice ftb

but laughing at the two of them trying to pillow talk]

[goatsongs]

[Chuuya ignores the ping of his clamshell informing him he has another token. There's nothing in the gift shop he wants anyway. His face is sweaty, and without thinking his hands go to his mask.]

...mm. Can you not look if I take this off? Please?

[leggymaru]

[Chuuya suffers. Luckily? Hiza is a good boy, and though he looks a bit surprised, he turns away. He hadn't thought to really hide anything on him.

So there been a three shaku on his calf.]

Okay. I'm not looking, Chuuya-san. Are you... injured?

[goatsongs]

[why does hizamaru have his dick size printed on him

After a bit of fumbling, Chuuya gets his mask off.]

Not injured. I just don't want anyone to see the words on my face.

[leggymaru]

[listen,,,]

Oh. The strange words that appeared? [Well, it explains the mask. He frowns... and thinks about his brother.] I won't look.

Would you like me to leave, Chuuya-san?

[goatsongs]

...no. Stay here.

[Chuuya turns so that he can press his face against Hizamaru's back.]

[leggymaru]

Okay.

[He doesn't try to turn his head or turn around, but he doesn't squirm away.]

They don't say... very good things, do they? Mine and elder brother's... It's alright, Chuuya-san. I think they are things that might have happened a long time ago.

[goatsongs]

Just because it was a long time ago doesn't mean it hurts any less. It feels like it was yesterday, for me.

[leggymaru]

[He's quiet for a moment.]

It's been a long time for me. I'm sorry, Chuuya-san.

[goatsongs]

...it's fine. [It's not fine.] I didn't mean to talk about this.

[leggymaru]

I don't mind. [A pause.] Have you been outside yet?

[goatsongs]

Mmhm. Pool's alright.

[leggymaru]

I like the baths. [they're hot tubs dingdong] They're relaxing. The aquarium is also nice. But I've never seen anything like it before.

[goatsongs]

[Baths, hot tubs, same difference.]

We've got aquariums at home. Not really my type of place, if I want to go somewhere quiet I'll pick an art museum, but some people really like them.

[leggymaru]

[Ahh. A museum. That’s where he’s at in real life! Not that he knows that.]

It sounds interesting. Do you paint or draw, Chuuya-san?

[goatsongs]

Nope. I can write poetry, and I can sing, but the rest of the arts I just appreciate as an outsider.

[leggymaru]

Can you really sing? [His back tenses as if he's... perking up?] I would like to hear you sing, Chuuya-san. I enjoy singing, too.

I can't write poetry, though... or draw.

[goatsongs]

[Chuuya has to sit up to sing properly. Of all the songs he could choose, the ones that come most easily to him are, of course, his own.

He sounds better than this guy.]

Morning, the dull sun shining,
and it’s windy.
A thousand angels
play basketball.

I close my eyes:
it’s a sad drunkenness.
A derelict kerosene
heater rusts in white.

Morning, the dull sun shining,
and it’s windy.
A thousand angels
play basketball.

[leggymaru]

[He really wants to turn around so he can watch Chuuya sing, but he's a good boy, so he resists the urge. It's frustrating he can't see the expression on Chuuya's face, but in a way, it helps him simply listen to the voice.

It surprises him, not that he believed Chuuya to be a bad singer. He is deathly silent the entire time, lips parted. It's very familiar, how it sounds. Like it could be one of the songs they sing for their master.]

Chuu...ya...san. [Wow!] That was amazing.

[goatsongs]

You think so?

[Chuuya's proud of his poetry, but his singing is something he just - does. Not even a performance, really, but just what leaves his lips when he isn't thinking too hard. He doesn't think of himself as a singer in the same way that most humans don't think of themselves as breathers.

He presses his face against Hizamaru's back again.]

I wrote it.

[leggymaru]

[He glances back finally, but not, like, all the way around. More like he turns his jaw against his shoulder and arm, but his eyes are elsewhere.]

Really? You're an amazing writer, too, Chuuya-san. Sometimes... when our master isn't feeling well, he'll ask us for a song or a dance. It reminds me of the songs we sing for him. Or the songs we sing when we're on a mission.

[goatsongs]

[Even if he can't really see Chuuya's face, just the turning makes Chuuya turn his head to the side to hide his cheek against Hizamaru's back. No chances.]

Could I hear you sing sometime?

[leggymaru]

[It's fine. Feeling Chuuya move, he remembers to turn his head back and try to behave.]

Yes. Do you want me to sing now?

[goatsongs]

Sure.

["Yes, please."]