(Tsurumaru has enjoyed tea for almost a long as he can remember but he's never seen tea like this. It's different from the smaller and more intimate tea ceremonies he's used to observing and taking part in. This looks like it's more for a party.
It isn't in his character to stick strange food into his mouth but suddenly, there's a feeling in his mind. It's like an electric signal urging him to try a cup and objectively, he realizes how careless that is, even for him. The impulse is too strong to fight off even if he knows better and he pours himself a cup. Even when he brings the tea cup to his lips, he keeps thinking this is a bad idea but he can't seem to stop himself.
Black tea is more bitter and stronger than the green teas he's more accustomed to drinking but he doesn't dislike it. He thinks something like this would go well with something sweet and rich. When he sets his cup down on the saucer, there's a delicate clink…
… and a small chip of something falls onto the table.
Maybe it's the sound that makes Tsurumaru flinch and bring a hand up to his face. His fingers trace something on his cheek and his first instinct is that he's some how been cut but then he feels that tiny, little piece that is missing. It's so small, it's barely noticeable but he knows what's wrong. He isn't cut. His skin is cracked and has begun to shatter just slightly.
On the table, the chip flashes in the light— a piece of not flesh but metal.)
Unaesthetic Repair (cw: body horror)
(After the tea party but before finding the antidote, Tsurumaru can be found in the city proper. He's going through the shelves of a convenience store or a pharmacy until he finds a packet of bandages. When he tries to open it, he drops the package onto the floor and looks at his hand.
It looks like his hands are covered in scratches but the cuts are too straight. A closer look reveals the cuts are shatter lines. Some of them are shallow but others look quite deep but there's no blood. In fact, it's almost like it isn't really skin but something more inorganic— like ceramic, perhaps? It's minor but one of his nails just broke trying to undo the seal. Maybe it's because he has to use his hands so much… the shattering is much worse on his fingers than it is on his face which still remains shallow.
He picks up the package very gently and looks over to you,)
Could you help me open these? (And he smiles naturally, totally light and perfectly relaxed, the cracks on his face obvious for anyone to see,) I can't use my hands well.
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open: tea party (cw: body horror)
It isn't in his character to stick strange food into his mouth but suddenly, there's a feeling in his mind. It's like an electric signal urging him to try a cup and objectively, he realizes how careless that is, even for him. The impulse is too strong to fight off even if he knows better and he pours himself a cup. Even when he brings the tea cup to his lips, he keeps thinking this is a bad idea but he can't seem to stop himself.
Black tea is more bitter and stronger than the green teas he's more accustomed to drinking but he doesn't dislike it. He thinks something like this would go well with something sweet and rich. When he sets his cup down on the saucer, there's a delicate clink…
… and a small chip of something falls onto the table.
Maybe it's the sound that makes Tsurumaru flinch and bring a hand up to his face. His fingers trace something on his cheek and his first instinct is that he's some how been cut but then he feels that tiny, little piece that is missing. It's so small, it's barely noticeable but he knows what's wrong. He isn't cut. His skin is cracked and has begun to shatter just slightly.
On the table, the chip flashes in the light— a piece of not flesh but metal.)
Unaesthetic Repair (cw: body horror)
It looks like his hands are covered in scratches but the cuts are too straight. A closer look reveals the cuts are shatter lines. Some of them are shallow but others look quite deep but there's no blood. In fact, it's almost like it isn't really skin but something more inorganic— like ceramic, perhaps? It's minor but one of his nails just broke trying to undo the seal. Maybe it's because he has to use his hands so much… the shattering is much worse on his fingers than it is on his face which still remains shallow.
He picks up the package very gently and looks over to you,)
Could you help me open these? (And he smiles naturally, totally light and perfectly relaxed, the cracks on his face obvious for anyone to see,) I can't use my hands well.
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