puppycrush2 | week two

[ He merely nods at Sanji's outburst, sitting back in his chair while Sanji inspects the paper. Yup, fifty days in a blisteringly hot fever, completely bed ridden in the hospital. Had that man not helped his mom's car get out of the snow, he would have certainly died. Idly, he keeps taking sips from his glass — it's starting to just taste like juice, as the alcohol burns its way down — feeling a bit strange to be sharing this with someone who can only see the results of his powers. ]

Only thing I can't use it on is myself. Or, anything attached to me. Like my clothes...

[ Many Moschino socks have been ruined... that is the important point here, not the fact that he cannot heal any of his own wounds. He'll continue on about just how secret this all is, so the scavenger hunt will get the point: ]

To be honest, I thought I was the only one in the world with powers until this year... since I had it when I was a kid and no one else could see it.

[ That, he feels a little more lonely about. It used to make him really anxious — no one knowing this deep, intrinsic part of him. It's not like he wanted people to know he was fixing their stuff and healing their wounds so he could be praised or get something in return for it, but it did make him feel separate from everyone else. In the current moment, though, he just shrugs, casting his eyes down at the water like this part of him is the most natural thing in the world. To him, it is. ]

[The body can heal whereas clothes are difficult to mend. Sanji has wrecked many a suit in his time, so he understands.

One more visual pass, then Sanji sets the sheet down on the table. Chopper's not going to believe this, he thinks as he takes another sip of his drink while Josuke elaborates. The novelty soon fades away, though, and is replaced by a crease in his brow.]

But you've met others by now. Does that have anything to do with the rate of missing people?

[At the same time, he wonders how lonely that must've been for Josuke. Growing up without anyone to share what's intrinsically you or yours . . . it gives one the feeling of isolation, no matter how many people are around, kind or not. The knowledge of one's heart going unseen or otherwise unaccepted comes with its own unique pain.]

[ putting a note here for myself to bring up chopper again later ]

Yeah, actually.

[ Josuke answers breezily, but his brow tenses, eyes still elsewhere. It's kind of a bummer to talk about, even if it's all blown over now. Morioh is going to be in healing for a long time... ]

There was this serial killer... using the same power. He said he killed forty eight women with it over the last fifteen years, but I know there were others, too. Kids, anyone who got in his way.

[ He honestly doesn't even mention the specifics to make Sanji upset about women being killed — he just thinks it's important to address it. It's not like Kira was slaughtering random people. It was all pre-meditated, all drawing from his sick fixations. It's an important distinction, at least for Josuke. ]

Other disappearances were Stand related, too. [ im not explaining the bow and arrow so help me god ] But a lot of it stemmed from him.

[His lil buddy.

Sanji's vein pops along his brow as he grinds his teeth. Not just women, but also children and those who happened to be "in his way"? For 15 years, some sicko tormented Josuke's home for his own pleasure. That's almost as long as Josuke's been alive.]

Bastard, taking lives like they're nothing . . . [He takes a generous sip out of his drink. It pisses him off that there are so many people like this, but that guy most of all.] Did you get him?

[ Well, Josuke agrees with the sentiment. Even talking about Kira makes him angry, but picturing his head all exploded against the pavement makes him feel marginally better. ]

Yeah. Two weeks before this competition... it's why I came here for a damn break.

[ It was certifiably a lot to deal with as a high schooler. Josuke's powers, though, are perhaps the best defense against a serial killer. Only he would've ever been able to stop him, and to play support for the rest of the investigation. He loses his sense of lightheartedness now that they've treaded this far into it, picking at the grain in the wood of the table with his nail. Unbeknownst to most of the contestants, Josuke has a pretty hot, violent temper when made to think about that which upsets him, and he restrains himself to a simmer by fiddling with the table — but the aura that comes off of him feels far more dangerous than his usual somewhat silly and perpetually laid-back attitude, more fitting of his image as a delinquent. ]

We got him, but I couldn't save everybody. [ And he's never going to get over it. ] Hah, that's my greatest regret. Other than the fact I didn't get to kill him myself.

[ josuke is truly sweetie pie until he's not.... ]

[Sanji doesn't blame Josuke for harboring such a white hot rage. It's not like he hasn't tried to kill his share of people who've threatened those dear to him. And, in the case of Josuke, people were lost. A regret like that doesn't just go away, no matter how many breaks are taken.

Perhaps it's this sobering thought that washes over Sanji's own anger, allowing him to really look at Josuke, the table, and try to understand. He'll never know the depths of the loss Josuke feels, but he knows it must be painful.]

. . . You can't save everyone. The lives that were lost can't be brought back. But we can mourn them while celebrating those who've been saved down the road.

[As for Josuke . . . ]

You did good.

[ It's not anything he hasn't heard before. Mr. Jotaro has told him so many times that no matter how much he doesn't like it, no matter how hard it is for someone blessed with a power like his to accept, there's no force in the world that can bring someone back from the dead. It's why he's so skeptical about this wish, and has no intents on touching it. Still, Sanji's words deflate him a little, because he has no desire to let out his anger at him. He leans more into his hand, letting out a tight exhale from his nose. He forces himself to be quiet until he can cool down enough to say something normal; when he lifts his thumb from the wood, there's a sizeable indented groove from the force with which he was digging his own nail in. Slowly, he fixes that, too, with his power. ]

I know. Sorry. I just get worked up thinking about it.

[ Is he saying that to the table? To Sanji? Probably both. It's not like he wants to ruin the vibes at this date that Sanji (weirdly) asked him out on, where he also seemed interested in the waitress. Talk about mixed signals. He'll just force them to take a hard left. ]

Let's talk about something else. Like what your official opinion on the bartending here is.

[ That goes hand in hand with being in the restaurant business, right? ]

[He waves a hand, dismissing the topic as requested and the apology at once]

Don't apologize.

[It's how Josuke feels. He can mend what's broken, but that doesn't erase the emotions behind the bend in the wood. Just because his home appears safer now, doesn't mean there aren't scars borne by the people in it. And as Sanji has no intention of torturing Josuke on the latter's break, he opts to pick up his glass again.]

It's not bad—better than the food, judging from the smell.

Can you tell how good the food is just by the smell?

[ It smells like... well, food to him. He's not very familiar with this kind of cuisine, so it's hard for him to discern. Wanting to distract himself, he goes back to his drink, as if he's going to be able to corroborate Sanji's opinion. ]

[If Josuke is drinking, then so is Sanji again. This margarita hits the spot! . . . Maybe too well.]

When it's this strong? Yeah. I wouldn't try anything with meat if I were you.

...What does that have to do with the meat?

[ <--- clueless, and also a little absentmindedly, because his brain is starting to lose focus. All that anger ate up the last of his braincells defending against incoming non-soberness, maybe. ]

week two | dates

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