[So, he died. Well. Sort of. Can ghosts die a second time? Maybe the better term would be laid- no, forced to rest. He can't say that he's at all sorry to hear it but it doesn't sound like Kira's losing sleep over it either. In fact, he's more interested in the bizarre adventures that he's seemingly been having away from the spotlight; lonely housewives, cats that are plants and stands at the same time... even from the outside, it's kind of a convoluted mess. God knows how it feels from inside.
But it's that last comment that gives him pause.
Anything can happen.
For a good while, the goblin does nothing more in response than make a soft humming sound and get to his feet to gather up the mugs. Anything can happen, huh? It already feels like the absolute in unexpected turns have been taken so what else could this place have to surprise him with? It's simultaneously a sobering and exciting thought.
Josuke turns- and, for the first time, Kira might notice the consequences of their earlier agreement through the open back of his sweater. Though faded, the blackened characters are still just about visible across his skin; poems and beautifully calligraphic words with uglier meanings- traitor, sorry- burned into his back. But only for a few moments. His wings flutter and the back of his sweater moves as he sets the mugs down in the kitchen, covering them up again. He hasn't given them much thought for a while; whether or not they completely disappear, like so many of these unwanted changes, they're a part of him now.
Eventually, as he comes back into the lounge, he answers.]
That sounds ominous. [He smiles faintly.] Never really took that kind of thing seriously but I sort of wish I had a temple to visit.
[He still has memories of going with his mother, clapping and listening to the bell ring at midnight. Morioh is an old fashioned sort of place and it just sort of stuck.]
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But it's that last comment that gives him pause.
Anything can happen.
For a good while, the goblin does nothing more in response than make a soft humming sound and get to his feet to gather up the mugs. Anything can happen, huh? It already feels like the absolute in unexpected turns have been taken so what else could this place have to surprise him with? It's simultaneously a sobering and exciting thought.
Josuke turns- and, for the first time, Kira might notice the consequences of their earlier agreement through the open back of his sweater. Though faded, the blackened characters are still just about visible across his skin; poems and beautifully calligraphic words with uglier meanings- traitor, sorry- burned into his back. But only for a few moments. His wings flutter and the back of his sweater moves as he sets the mugs down in the kitchen, covering them up again. He hasn't given them much thought for a while; whether or not they completely disappear, like so many of these unwanted changes, they're a part of him now.
Eventually, as he comes back into the lounge, he answers.]
That sounds ominous. [He smiles faintly.] Never really took that kind of thing seriously but I sort of wish I had a temple to visit.
[He still has memories of going with his mother, clapping and listening to the bell ring at midnight. Morioh is an old fashioned sort of place and it just sort of stuck.]