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[slobjection]

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week 0, post trial

[slobjection]

[ phoenix doesn't seem too pleased with the outcome of that trial, but while he's on his way to grab something he sees zenitsu. and pauses. ]

Maybe you weren't too far off with "demons"...

[ thanks nick. ]

[swordflash]

[ thanks, nick.

zenitsu, who's hunched in on himself, doesn't so much as flinch at the mention of demons. compared to all the running around and screaming on their first day, he speaks just above a whisper now. ]

I've never heard of demons making people kill each other.

[slobjection]

They might be more metaphorical.

[ ... ]

Want something to eat?

[swordflash]

I'm not hungry. [ he shifts. ] But I haven't eaten all afternoon, so . . .

[ that's a reluctant yes from him. ]

[slobjection]

Come on. Gotta get some of that energy back.

[ follow your terrible father to the kitchen ]

[swordflash]

Mm.

[ wow, he's never had a father before. he gives a weak nod before following. ]

[slobjection]

[ now he has one that's garbage!!! ]

Sandwich?

week 2, tuesday

[swordflash]

[ zenitsu has been feeling a little out of sorts lately, which in turn has been feeding into his anxiety. seeking a distraction, he braves the third floor and rifles through a pile of cards until he pulls out a small deck. ]

Hanafuda!

[slobjection]

[ and who should he find, but.... dad. ]

Bless you.

[ he didn't sneeze, phoenix! ]

[swordflash]

[ he starts. oh, it's just— ]

Mr. Wright. Are you here to play a game?

[ what the heck is "bless you" about. ]

[slobjection]

[ he's being funny. ]

Why not? We've got plenty of time to occupy ourselves.

[swordflash]

[ please explain. ]

That's true . . . What are you going to play?

[slobjection]

Poker.


But you're probably a little too young for that.

week 3, post-anya

[slobjection]

[ wherever he is, phoenix is tracking zenitsu down!! ]

[ and wordlessly handing him a pudding cup. ]

definitely post-anya and not on sunday, nope

[swordflash]

[ he's in the room that went from having three occupants to two to suddenly one. when there's a knock, the stupid part of him hopes it's anya, who's lost her key in the chaos. but, throwing the door open with a gasp, he finds phoenix on the other side. ]

[ zenitsu looks down at the proffered pudding cup, panting. it takes a moment for his breathing to settle. ]

M-Mr. Wright . . .

shhh

[slobjection]

Hey, kiddo. How are you holding up?

[ it's just dad.... a disappointment. dadsappointment. he hands him a spoon, too, and just smiles gently and gives zenitsu a moment to compose himself ]

[swordflash]

[ his hand on the door trembles. ]

Anya is . . .

[ in his heart, he knew she was gone long before luna even closed her eyes. saying it aloud is different, though, and so much harder. ]

[slobjection]

Mind if I come in?

[ he will hug if zenitsu needs it ]

[swordflash]

[ zenitsu isn't sure what he needs. he knows what he wants: for anya to be here, hale and hearty. ]

[ he doesn't really want anyone inside. after a moment, though, he nods and steps aside, still refusing the pudding. ]

week 4, thursday

[swordflash]

[ after luna's fixed phoenix up, zenitsu drops by the infirmary with a spoon. he holds it out to phoenix. ]

You already have a cup, right?

[ because phoenix carries so many pudding cups on his person, this spoon is meant to let him snack right here and now. ]

[slobjection]

Sure do... but did you bring two spoons?

[ because he's giving zenitsu a pudding!! ]

[swordflash]

Just one. I already ate, so I'm not hungry.

[ still, he takes the pudding and eyes the cup with an obviously tempted look on his face. ]

Why do you carry so many?

[slobjection]

Nonsense. You can always be hungry for pudding.

[ giving it over.... ]

It's a handy snack... don't you agree?

[swordflash]

[ he accepted the pudding, but he's not taking the spoon. that's for phoenix. his expression sours. ]

After all that, you're still making jokes about that? Don't! Those hands were seriously gross!

[slobjection]

Maybe that was a poor choice of words.. I just couldn't put my thumb on it.

[ take the spoon!!! ]

They were, though. Good thing we didn't have to deal with more than that.