If anybody deserves a blessing all his own, it's you.
[She offers him a smile, though, trying to be reassuring.]
It's okay. Really, I promise. I know you're not going to be a creep about it, and besides, I'm inviting you to anyway. It's just so that we can figure this out, that's all.
[It's sweet of her to say, but he will never agree to that. NEVER!]
...I mean. If you're sure. [All he can think of is how pissed off he got at the Sanguis dickbags sniffing her like they did at the Spaghetti Shack, but it is different, so.
He sniffs her hair and... huh. Okay. Yeah. He really does like-- smell her. Like he knows and feels like mine, my family. It's a weird possessive thought that comes in, invasive, and that he tries to push out.]
Yeah. It's Sanguis. I can smell you. Like, really well.
So that's it, then. Somehow you wound up a Sanguis instead of a Cordis...
[Not that it doesn't make sense, kind of. Abbacchio's always had that tough streak to him, and he's definitely possessive. Those do tend to be Sanguis-like traits, after all. Although maybe any blessing would suit him, really...but that's entirely beside the point.]
Do...do you think it happened because you...
[Not died. It's not that, stop that, don't even think it.]
I just thought...maybe that's what happens after something like that. Maybe it changes for some reason.
[But he seems so certain, and she trusts him. Of course she trusts him. And it's not as though they'll ever find proof of what it is that happened here either way.]
Well...whatever it is, it didn't hurt you, right? It's just different now, but that's all.
[Honestly, his bigger concern is making sure she doesn't feel responsible for anything to do with that shit. He certainly doesn't blame her; it was just fucked up circumstances.]
Yeah. I'm all right. Maybe pissier than usual, if you can imagine that.
But I'm okay. I just have a lot of chroma to make up for now. [HE SIGHS. He had so much and now almost all of it is gone. BULLSHIT.]
That's Sanguis for you, I think. Even I'm a little bit crabbier than usual when the red moon's out, and I'm not even a Sanguis. ...Probably.
[oh no her niichan is poor, all his fuckbucks are gone]
But I'll help as much as I can. I know Mr. Avdol will, too — and hey, maybe it's not all bad? You know people say things about Sanguis and Iris love matches.
[But it does makes him think about Avdol, maybe a bit too heatedly. That he mentioned some of the Iris effects, for better or for worse. How he'd react to certain things without really wanting or meaning to.
He finds himself grinding his teeth a moment, feeling annoyed abruptly, wanting to see him, keep Mohammed to himself. Yikes, yeah, this is Sanguis.]
I should probably talk to him anyway. [YEAH. TALK.]
Oh, definitely, the magazines are full of that kind of thing. It's not that different than the ones they'd print at home, you know, that say "oh, a Taurus and an Aquarius won't get along because one is so down-to-earth and the other is so air-like and flighty". Around here it's all moonblessings and their subtypes. Cordis cats and Sanguis dogs, birds and birds, foxes and fish.
[But his reaction to the way she mentions Avdol doesn't escape her notice, nor does the way his voice suddenly seems a little more throaty when he talks about him.]
Hey...
[She reaches up, stroking along his horns again.]
We can call him, if you want to. While I'm here, I mean, if — you know. If you want someone to be here while you do.
[He hears her, but he doesn't answer right away, at least not until she's touching his horns. An appreciative growl escapes him and he's leaning into her hands, trusting and loving. He adores her, the person he's chosen as his sister. His sorellina.]
[Memo to self for the future: Sanguis Abbacchio is easily pacified with a little TLC to his horns. And it's kind of cute, really, like petting a big cat except that he's not a cat anymore to begin with.
Regardless, she keeps up the stroking, rubbing occasionally at the base where they meet his scalp, beneath the thick tufts of his hair.]
Maybe it'll be better this way. If we're staggered out, Sanguis and Cordis, maybe it'll be easier to take care of each other.
[Always looking on the bright side of life, Miss Sugimoto.]
[A big sigh leaves him as he practically drapes himself over Reimi, his arms loosely around her shoulders as he gives an appreciative wordless mumble. It feels so damned good, and he loves it from her.]
Mm. Yeah, maybe.
It kinda makes me feel better, when you put it that way. Cordis... I always felt too selfish to be much help for you.
Shhh. That's what Cordis does, everybody's selfish that time of the month. And anyway, Rohan always gets kind of demanding during Cordis, so I end up over there a lot to help keep him on track.
[He's so tall and so big, he could be absolutely crushing her right now but he's not and that's because he's wonderful.]
So no more feeling bad, okay? We take care of each other. [And she thinks a minute, gauges his mood and what she's seen of him, what she knows of Sanguis, and —] And trust me, I always feel safe when you're around.
[The words work like a charm, and he sighs a little, looking and sounding relieved. He wants to be able to protect her, keep her safe, the rest of the famiglia, Avdol. All of them. He can't screw up again, he just can't.]
Yeah, all right.
...Same goes for you. Okay? For a long time, it was just Bruno I felt calm with. Just him that everything felt like the world made a little more sense. But, with you and Mohammed, I feel that way too.
[Oh yeah. He's melted. But not putting his weight on her much at all, otherwise this would've gone real poorly. Instead, he's just kind of lightly draped, letting her touch his hair and horns as much as she wants to.]
I'm glad we met. Even if... you know. The last week or so kinda sucked, this place let me meet you and him and other people I like. I count that as a win.
Mmmm. I think Sanguis might be a really good fit for you, actually. Makes you easier to spoil.
[Which is precisely what she's doing, at this point — using every method in her arsenal to try to make him feel content and calm as she touches him, chaining up a long thread of chroma transfer with the repetition of her motions.]
Also, you've been growling. Did you notice? It's cute.
Mmmm. The first time I was really self-indulgent and bought all those clothes. The second time, I didn't want to do anything but lie on the couch and read manga and eat snacks. I wonder if this Cordis will be something different, or more of the same?
[What else different could follow? Kissing every boy, maybe. Hmm.]
I don't think it's possible for you to be creepy. [Beat.] You're still a huge weirdo, though.
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[She offers him a smile, though, trying to be reassuring.]
It's okay. Really, I promise. I know you're not going to be a creep about it, and besides, I'm inviting you to anyway. It's just so that we can figure this out, that's all.
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[It's sweet of her to say, but he will never agree to that. NEVER!]
...I mean. If you're sure. [All he can think of is how pissed off he got at the Sanguis dickbags sniffing her like they did at the Spaghetti Shack, but it is different, so.
He sniffs her hair and... huh. Okay. Yeah. He really does like-- smell her. Like he knows and feels like mine, my family. It's a weird possessive thought that comes in, invasive, and that he tries to push out.]
Yeah. It's Sanguis. I can smell you. Like, really well.
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[Not that it doesn't make sense, kind of. Abbacchio's always had that tough streak to him, and he's definitely possessive. Those do tend to be Sanguis-like traits, after all. Although maybe any blessing would suit him, really...but that's entirely beside the point.]
Do...do you think it happened because you...
[Not died. It's not that, stop that, don't even think it.]
...spent that time as a ghost?
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[Gently, he puts his hands onto Reimi's shoulders.]
Narancia didn't get swapped either. This is just some random shit that happened. This has nothing to do with that ghost shit, I'm sure of it.
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[But he seems so certain, and she trusts him. Of course she trusts him. And it's not as though they'll ever find proof of what it is that happened here either way.]
Well...whatever it is, it didn't hurt you, right? It's just different now, but that's all.
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Yeah. I'm all right. Maybe pissier than usual, if you can imagine that.
But I'm okay. I just have a lot of chroma to make up for now. [HE SIGHS. He had so much and now almost all of it is gone. BULLSHIT.]
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[oh no her niichan is poor, all his fuckbucks are gone]
But I'll help as much as I can. I know Mr. Avdol will, too — and hey, maybe it's not all bad? You know people say things about Sanguis and Iris love matches.
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God, do they really say that.
[But it does makes him think about Avdol, maybe a bit too heatedly. That he mentioned some of the Iris effects, for better or for worse. How he'd react to certain things without really wanting or meaning to.
He finds himself grinding his teeth a moment, feeling annoyed abruptly, wanting to see him, keep Mohammed to himself. Yikes, yeah, this is Sanguis.]
I should probably talk to him anyway. [YEAH. TALK.]
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[But his reaction to the way she mentions Avdol doesn't escape her notice, nor does the way his voice suddenly seems a little more throaty when he talks about him.]
Hey...
[She reaches up, stroking along his horns again.]
We can call him, if you want to. While I'm here, I mean, if — you know. If you want someone to be here while you do.
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It's okay. I'll get to him.
[Which is said like a promise.]
Hmm, can you keep doing that?
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[Memo to self for the future: Sanguis Abbacchio is easily pacified with a little TLC to his horns. And it's kind of cute, really, like petting a big cat except that he's not a cat anymore to begin with.
Regardless, she keeps up the stroking, rubbing occasionally at the base where they meet his scalp, beneath the thick tufts of his hair.]
Maybe it'll be better this way. If we're staggered out, Sanguis and Cordis, maybe it'll be easier to take care of each other.
[Always looking on the bright side of life, Miss Sugimoto.]
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Mm. Yeah, maybe.
It kinda makes me feel better, when you put it that way. Cordis... I always felt too selfish to be much help for you.
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[He's so tall and so big, he could be absolutely crushing her right now but he's not and that's because he's wonderful.]
So no more feeling bad, okay? We take care of each other. [And she thinks a minute, gauges his mood and what she's seen of him, what she knows of Sanguis, and —] And trust me, I always feel safe when you're around.
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Yeah, all right.
...Same goes for you. Okay? For a long time, it was just Bruno I felt calm with. Just him that everything felt like the world made a little more sense. But, with you and Mohammed, I feel that way too.
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[She strokes her hand through his hair, gently untangling some of the thick fluff as her fingers pass through.]
And...maybe this sounds stupid, but I don't say this often enough, so. I'm really glad that you can see me. I'd be so lonely without you.
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[Oh yeah. He's melted. But not putting his weight on her much at all, otherwise this would've gone real poorly. Instead, he's just kind of lightly draped, letting her touch his hair and horns as much as she wants to.]
I'm glad we met. Even if... you know. The last week or so kinda sucked, this place let me meet you and him and other people I like. I count that as a win.
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[Which is precisely what she's doing, at this point — using every method in her arsenal to try to make him feel content and calm as she touches him, chaining up a long thread of chroma transfer with the repetition of her motions.]
Also, you've been growling. Did you notice? It's cute.
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[He grunts, smiling crookedly against her.]
Didn't even notice. Glad it's not... weird, or creepy.
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[What else different could follow? Kissing every boy, maybe. Hmm.]
I don't think it's possible for you to be creepy. [Beat.] You're still a huge weirdo, though.
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[as if reimi isn't thirsty to kiss every boy already]
Eh, that's fair. Your giant weird brother. Can't get rid of me now.
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[yes but this time it's cordis kissing it's completely different obvs]
Who I wouldn't get rid of even if I could.
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[NOT. A SINGLE. ONE. But he would never dream of getting in the way of her happiness.]