[...He's not sure if that's a real comfort, but guess if he was actually in danger, Mikey wouldn't be this chill. Gang people are probably used to all sorts of fights and bruises and stuff.]
He's made of sturdy stuff, huh? And I'm fine.
[He's not really, but he's doing better than some other people, like Yu. The loss of his friends truly stings, but Scott thinks he's coping okay?? Because as shitty as he feels about their deaths, Kotone is still alive-- she's with him and he's so relieved about that, even if it may be slightly shitty on his end. Of course, what Quentin has said to him still settles uncomfortably in his chest, the shards jagged, but he doesn't want to talk about that.
He. He just needs to be better. He doesn't need people to waste their time protecting him.]
[But any lightness he feels from that conversation fades as he reads Mikey's messages. So, even he couldn't save everyone from his group. It's probably unrealistic to think that he could, but it still feels surprising in some ways. Scott's not sure if it helps or not knowing all this.]
i'll tell you another time, it's not the story you need right now. but my bike, my room, the charm i wear around my neck, they're all from people who are gone. they stay, somehow. that i can promise you.
[Yeah, guess he really doesn't need the details of Mikey losing people that are important to him. Just knowing that he dealt with shit like this before is more than enough for now.]
Kind of like carrying reminders of them? I don't think I'm close enough to either of them to do that.
[It'd feel a little strange to Scott. Maybe Yu can do that for Yosuke though.]
[He just hates losing people, not that they weren't-- aren't his friends.]
Should I try to think of good memories of them?
[It makes the pain worse though, remembering how fucking kind and determined Deku was, and Yosuke being pretty chill and easy to talk to when dealing with the maze (he's not going to think about the Hot Springs Incident).]
[Sake?? That's Japanese alcohol or something, right? He's certainly never had it before, but right now, he's willing to take any drink.]
Thanks, Mikey. I'll be there.
[He definitely doesn't have to wait long before Scott's footsteps can be heard outside the shed, stopping only so he can knock on the door. Look, even though they're friends and he invited him in the first place, he doesn't want to just barge in still.]
(mikey said the shed, but that's not where they'll be hanging out. it's cold, so nothing better than some hot sake, right? so when he opens the door, he won't have the other step in. instead, he comes out himself.)
[Despite everything that's been going on, or maybe because things have been so hard, Scott smiles when Mikey opens the door, the familiar sight of his friend soothing some of the guilt that's been lying semi-thick around his shoulders. He'll never fully stop blaming himself for what happened to Deku and Yosuke, but he wasn't useless, being out there was important. He helped Mikey and Kotone and those things alone made the trip worth it.
More people would've been hurt if he wasn't there, right? Maybe he can't make that sort of judgment, but it's what Scott wants to believe.]
Not cramming in your shack today?
[He laughs slightly, but nods, a look of appreciation appearing on his slightly tired face. He's been sleeping okay, mostly, but it's not like he can easily bounce back. As Mikey probably already knows, he's not like him. He's not used to all this.]
Hot sake, we need the stove. It's cold, innit? Something like that can warm your soul.
(his hair is in a full ponytail, and instead of wearing his uniform, he's wearing his casual clothes, a very large hoodie that looks like a dress on him, jeans, and no shoes, which he will remind scott to remove once they enter the dojo. the kitchen is in the first floor, and he needs a chair to grab the sake from the top shelves.
heating it takes him three minutes in the tokkuri, and when he's finished, he brings it with two little cups to the dining table.)
There. With how many Japanese people there are here, you must be having an interesting cultural exchange, hm? It also ain't a shot, even with the size of the cup, so drink it with patience.
Oh, you drink it warm? I didn't know that. Sounds nice though, yeah. Hell of a lot better than cold, cheap beer.
[EXCUSE SCOTT FOR HIS IGNORANCE, MIKEY... but honestly, hot sake on a cold day sounds great. He's already a supporter of 'drink hot chocolate' or something like that during the winter, so this is even better, because alcohol, duh. Breaking the laws that don't exist!!
But he follows Mikey into the dojo, while removing his shoes as requested, letting his socks shuffle across the floor until he's sitting by the table, his legs crossed as he watches him. He offers a small, but sincere 'thank you' when he brings the cups over, sitting still as he nods to his comment. It just feels a little formal, somehow?? Even though it's just Mikey and everything.
And he's trying to show respect and shit.]
Yeah, almost feel like I've been an exchange student in some ways. [Except this place isn't Japan, but.] Learned a lot, I think. It's kind of cool. Have I rubbed off any Americaness on you?
You can drink it cold, too. It's just because of the weather.
(look at him, it's cute to exchange these things. the beer was a nice gift, and mikey's glad he can repay it with his own alcohol -- well, his grandpa's, but all in all, it's his now, isn't it?
the little sip he takes with both hands bring a smile to his face as he gently puts the cup down.)
Maybe a little. I guess time will tell, but I think there's no way to be close to someone and not have something of theirs with you over time. I did think a little about what the United States must be like - my little sister and I have different mothers, and hers is American, but she left her here with us and never came back, so we don't know a lot from first-hand experience, so all we know is really movies and stuff. You're my first non-Japanese friend.
[Scott compliments lightly, the corners of his mouth twitching upward, before he cups the drink in his hand and takes a small sip, as suggested. Mikey said to drink it with patience, so that's what he's going with. The flavor is certainly new, his face twisting slightly as it goes down his throat, but it's something he thinks he can get used to. It's just nice sharing a drink with a friend anyway.
Not thinking about the deaths and everything too.
So, he likes it when Mikey shares more information about himself, about the sister that he was probably looking for when he first arrived. He'd never would've guessed that she was American, but he's never seen her before either. Still, he smiles slightly, unable to stop the laugh at being called his first non-Japanese friend. There's also a warmth there too, having that sort of title, a feeling that Scott welcomes right now.]
I'm the first, huh? Feel like that's a title I can put on my resume or some shit.
(when he was little, and emma had just arrived, he thought she felt alone for being different. sure, both of them are natural blonds, but she's the one whose name was different in every way, thrown in a house where she didn't belong to start. shinichiro, manjiro, emma. sano and kurokawa. mikey's change in name was solely for her benefit, so she felt more at home, more like the welcomed sister like he thought she was. with her surname change and time, everything fell in place. he loves her dearly, and loves who he is due to her existence.
there's such a gentle smile in her face, his eyes closing as he takes the tiniest of sips. a first american friend in a resume? if he was in manjiro's tokyo, honestly? just being mikey's friend overall would give him street rep like no others.)
Makes you that happy? I'd have told you earlier. You're a good friend. I'd make you of the Manji.
[Part of Scott wants to say 'shut up, man' at least good-heartedly, but it's hard to even make that slightly teasing remark when Mikey's just so genuine with his other words. It's really kind of nice to have someone be so honest with him in return, no holding back anything and just saying how they feel. Lot of the other teens just keep things in, something that he's been trying to adopt himself, and it's hard.
At least he doesn't have to worry too much about it with Mikey.]
Yeah, it does. [His smile grows, something in his chest dislodging.] ...And thanks, man, that's uh, really something. I know. Being part of your group.
[He can see why people follow him so easily, why he's the leader despite being so young.] You're a good friend too, kay?
(at least not with things like these. there is no shyness in mikey, he can talk about fondness, dislikes, what he has done, what he hasn't done. information isn't hard to take from him, but how he feels? those things are so much harder. the opening to emotional bonding is narrow, if one doesn't see it, they'll miss it.
so, it's nice, limited, but nice.)
Ah, I know.
(also, no modesty, which is why he laughs, good-hearted.)
[Later on, Scott will realize that Mikey is just as emotionally constipated as all his other friends, maybe even worse in some ways... but that wakeup call won't be now, probably. He's still allowed to enjoy the feeling of openness between them.
Scott joins in with Mikey's laugh, an open sound that isn't held back by anything, before it ends in a large grin from the mutant.]
Yeah, I actually do.
[While he's still in a far better mood, his smile starts to lessen, replaced by visible concern as Scott looks at him. All the shit on the island is still fresh on his mind and he wants to make sure that he's really okay.]
So, you're good and stuff? It was uh, pretty wild seeing you back there.
(so far, nobody's asked him about it. he's going on as he usually would, like he wasn't ever ready to snap any of them in pieces, and not even recognize he was. a state where all he can see is darkness, all he does is walk by impulse, he'd kill like that.
his expression isn't a smile, but neither is it anything else. it's neutral as a single shoulder raises in indifference, but it comes back to place quickly.)
Yeah, I'm cool. Can't lose Takemitchy, it's all, so I got a little carried away. I'm good now that he's safe. I lost quite a few people recently, so I don't want a repeat of that. Regardless of it, I'm glad it wasn't worse. I'm very thankful for you two - I should tell Yuchin that sometime.
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i came to check on you.
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He's made of sturdy stuff, huh? And I'm fine.
[He's not really, but he's doing better than some other people, like Yu. The loss of his friends truly stings, but Scott thinks he's coping okay?? Because as shitty as he feels about their deaths, Kotone is still alive-- she's with him and he's so relieved about that, even if it may be slightly shitty on his end. Of course, what Quentin has said to him still settles uncomfortably in his chest, the shards jagged, but he doesn't want to talk about that.
He. He just needs to be better. He doesn't need people to waste their time protecting him.]
I just hate that we lost people, lost friends.
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(an attempt to lessen the vibes, with the truth. he knows what everyone's going through. he has experienced it himself too.)
i know how you feel, i've lost family members and toman members over the past few years. i'm sorry for your losses.
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yeah, got it.
[But any lightness he feels from that conversation fades as he reads Mikey's messages. So, even he couldn't save everyone from his group. It's probably unrealistic to think that he could, but it still feels surprising in some ways. Scott's not sure if it helps or not knowing all this.]
Even you can't save everyone, huh?
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also, ouch.)
i'll tell you another time, it's not the story you need right now. but my bike, my room, the charm i wear around my neck, they're all from people who are gone. they stay, somehow. that i can promise you.
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Kind of like carrying reminders of them? I don't think I'm close enough to either of them to do that.
[It'd feel a little strange to Scott. Maybe Yu can do that for Yosuke though.]
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Should I try to think of good memories of them?
[It makes the pain worse though, remembering how fucking kind and determined Deku was, and Yosuke being pretty chill and easy to talk to when dealing with the maze (he's not going to think about the Hot Springs Incident).]
Kind of hard right now.
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you wanna come to the shed?
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Yeah, okay. Should I bring anything?
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Thanks, Mikey. I'll be there.
[He definitely doesn't have to wait long before Scott's footsteps can be heard outside the shed, stopping only so he can knock on the door. Look, even though they're friends and he invited him in the first place, he doesn't want to just barge in still.]
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Hey, kitchen.
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More people would've been hurt if he wasn't there, right? Maybe he can't make that sort of judgment, but it's what Scott wants to believe.]
Not cramming in your shack today?
[He laughs slightly, but nods, a look of appreciation appearing on his slightly tired face. He's been sleeping okay, mostly, but it's not like he can easily bounce back. As Mikey probably already knows, he's not like him. He's not used to all this.]
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(his hair is in a full ponytail, and instead of wearing his uniform, he's wearing his casual clothes, a very large hoodie that looks like a dress on him, jeans, and no shoes, which he will remind scott to remove once they enter the dojo. the kitchen is in the first floor, and he needs a chair to grab the sake from the top shelves.
heating it takes him three minutes in the tokkuri, and when he's finished, he brings it with two little cups to the dining table.)
There. With how many Japanese people there are here, you must be having an interesting cultural exchange, hm? It also ain't a shot, even with the size of the cup, so drink it with patience.
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[EXCUSE SCOTT FOR HIS IGNORANCE, MIKEY... but honestly, hot sake on a cold day sounds great. He's already a supporter of 'drink hot chocolate' or something like that during the winter, so this is even better, because alcohol, duh. Breaking the laws that don't exist!!
But he follows Mikey into the dojo, while removing his shoes as requested, letting his socks shuffle across the floor until he's sitting by the table, his legs crossed as he watches him. He offers a small, but sincere 'thank you' when he brings the cups over, sitting still as he nods to his comment. It just feels a little formal, somehow?? Even though it's just Mikey and everything.
And he's trying to show respect and shit.]
Yeah, almost feel like I've been an exchange student in some ways. [Except this place isn't Japan, but.] Learned a lot, I think. It's kind of cool. Have I rubbed off any Americaness on you?
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(look at him, it's cute to exchange these things. the beer was a nice gift, and mikey's glad he can repay it with his own alcohol -- well, his grandpa's, but all in all, it's his now, isn't it?
the little sip he takes with both hands bring a smile to his face as he gently puts the cup down.)
Maybe a little. I guess time will tell, but I think there's no way to be close to someone and not have something of theirs with you over time. I did think a little about what the United States must be like - my little sister and I have different mothers, and hers is American, but she left her here with us and never came back, so we don't know a lot from first-hand experience, so all we know is really movies and stuff. You're my first non-Japanese friend.
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[Scott compliments lightly, the corners of his mouth twitching upward, before he cups the drink in his hand and takes a small sip, as suggested. Mikey said to drink it with patience, so that's what he's going with. The flavor is certainly new, his face twisting slightly as it goes down his throat, but it's something he thinks he can get used to. It's just nice sharing a drink with a friend anyway.
Not thinking about the deaths and everything too.
So, he likes it when Mikey shares more information about himself, about the sister that he was probably looking for when he first arrived. He'd never would've guessed that she was American, but he's never seen her before either. Still, he smiles slightly, unable to stop the laugh at being called his first non-Japanese friend. There's also a warmth there too, having that sort of title, a feeling that Scott welcomes right now.]
I'm the first, huh? Feel like that's a title I can put on my resume or some shit.
[Majiro Sano's First Non-Japanese Friend.]
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there's such a gentle smile in her face, his eyes closing as he takes the tiniest of sips. a first american friend in a resume? if he was in manjiro's tokyo, honestly? just being mikey's friend overall would give him street rep like no others.)
Makes you that happy? I'd have told you earlier. You're a good friend. I'd make you of the Manji.
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At least he doesn't have to worry too much about it with Mikey.]
Yeah, it does. [His smile grows, something in his chest dislodging.] ...And thanks, man, that's uh, really something. I know. Being part of your group.
[He can see why people follow him so easily, why he's the leader despite being so young.] You're a good friend too, kay?
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so, it's nice, limited, but nice.)
Ah, I know.
(also, no modesty, which is why he laughs, good-hearted.)
You feel any better?
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Scott joins in with Mikey's laugh, an open sound that isn't held back by anything, before it ends in a large grin from the mutant.]
Yeah, I actually do.
[While he's still in a far better mood, his smile starts to lessen, replaced by visible concern as Scott looks at him. All the shit on the island is still fresh on his mind and he wants to make sure that he's really okay.]
So, you're good and stuff? It was uh, pretty wild seeing you back there.
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his expression isn't a smile, but neither is it anything else. it's neutral as a single shoulder raises in indifference, but it comes back to place quickly.)
Yeah, I'm cool. Can't lose Takemitchy, it's all, so I got a little carried away. I'm good now that he's safe. I lost quite a few people recently, so I don't want a repeat of that. Regardless of it, I'm glad it wasn't worse. I'm very thankful for you two - I should tell Yuchin that sometime.
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