WHO: Yuji Itadori (eyescar) & open
WHAT: October arrival and catch all
WHERE: Around the City in various places
WHEN: October
WARNINGS: Yellow tea (hallucinations, violent reactions) in one prompt; possible spoilers for JJK manga (up to chapter 212)
[ a different sort of smile graces his features then — something that slants to Itadori in his peripherals and seems... proud, or at least amused, that this is the first question that comes tumbling out of the young man's mouth. if nothing else, he's brave. stupid, maybe. but brave. ]
Shouldn't you know, or do you just want me to say it? I lost a battle against Okkotsu-kun and Rika-chan... [ for a moment, his eyes cloud. there are so few moments in his past that he's been forced to relive these past few months that he willingly embraced; a memory of the last fight he had when he went all out is chief among them. the shivery feeling of spending every last drop of curse energy into something and not knowing what's going to happen... ]
[ but. well. this city keeps him surprised, when it comes to who takes the seat next to him on a park bench. ]
That wasn't my question, by the way. [ this is what he breaks his reflection for... ]
[ Yuji knows a little bit about what happened before, with Getou and Gojo and the others, but he's not an expert. Those aren't things that people want to talk about very often, nor are they things he had much time to investigate. When he met up with Yuta he was trying to stay alive, and later their focus was on trying to free Gojo-sensei from the box. After that...
It's a little weird, to hear someone talk about a time when they were hurt enough that they died, or the moment they died. In a way, he can relate: he has died twice, sort-of, if you consider what Yuta did to him a real death. It didn't feel the same as the first one.
Glancing over, not wanting to give in to the sudden urge of strange, twisting sympathy he feels, he shakes his head instead. ]
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[ a different sort of smile graces his features then — something that slants to Itadori in his peripherals and seems... proud, or at least amused, that this is the first question that comes tumbling out of the young man's mouth. if nothing else, he's brave. stupid, maybe. but brave. ]
Shouldn't you know, or do you just want me to say it? I lost a battle against Okkotsu-kun and Rika-chan... [ for a moment, his eyes cloud. there are so few moments in his past that he's been forced to relive these past few months that he willingly embraced; a memory of the last fight he had when he went all out is chief among them. the shivery feeling of spending every last drop of curse energy into something and not knowing what's going to happen... ]
[ but. well. this city keeps him surprised, when it comes to who takes the seat next to him on a park bench. ]
That wasn't my question, by the way. [ this is what he breaks his reflection for... ]
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[ Yuji knows a little bit about what happened before, with Getou and Gojo and the others, but he's not an expert. Those aren't things that people want to talk about very often, nor are they things he had much time to investigate. When he met up with Yuta he was trying to stay alive, and later their focus was on trying to free Gojo-sensei from the box. After that...
It's a little weird, to hear someone talk about a time when they were hurt enough that they died, or the moment they died. In a way, he can relate: he has died twice, sort-of, if you consider what Yuta did to him a real death. It didn't feel the same as the first one.
Glancing over, not wanting to give in to the sudden urge of strange, twisting sympathy he feels, he shakes his head instead. ]
Sure, okay. Ask your real question then.