idealism | Fuda # 12 [Action/video]

[He's very quiet, which is strange for him. He turns to Hisoka, his grip growing more firm.] Let's go another way. Can we go left?

You're going to get us lost... [But she acquiesces anyway, and lets him guide her deeper left.]

I won't get us lost. I can smell the house. [Tsuzuki attempts to make them go in a C shape around the path they were planning on using. Since the path is clear, Hisoka can draw conclusions at will.]

That's stupid! It's just a costume -- you do know you're not really a dog, right? [She's kind of hop-stepping behind him, though. Running too fast made the skirt swish like a giant bell, forcing her to keep an arm down to steady it. The outfit was designed for standing around looking cute, not so much for gallivanting around the wilderness.]

I know that, but I can really smell it! It smells like dinner. [He looks over his shoulder to make sure Hisoka's not twisting his ankles in those shoes. He freezes and looks at his partner more closely. No costume should be able to make Hisoka actually look like a girl. Maybe it's another hallucination, not his partner.] Er, Hisoka?

[She pauses in her tracks, batting her long lashes and tilting her head to the side in an entirely feminine gesture.] What's wrong now? You don't like this way either? I told you you're not seeing anything real!

[If Hisoka's right, then the feminine figure is a hallucination, too. Tsuzuki tilts his head, his tail wagging slightly.] It's not that. Did you put on make-up before we left?

Why would I put on make-up anytime ever? [She crossed her arms and glowered out into the distance, though the anger only lasted until her attention rested on something in the trees.] We have to go. We have to go now. [She's not going to alarm Tsuzuki with details, but with Muraki so close the color's draining out of her cheeks.]

I don't know! In this light you looked - [He squeezes Hisoka's hand, taking a few steps back.] What did you see? [His tail puffs up and his ears lie flat on his head. They're not sharing the hallucination, which makes Tsuzuki feel remarkably helpless.] Where do you suggest we go?

..I don't know.. I.. [She's always tended to freeze like a deer in headlights during times of extreme panic. The scar pattern on her bare arms is beginning to flare up though, if that's any indication.] I can't.. I..

Shh. [The puppy's sixth sense makes him aware that his partner is struggling. It doesn't take a genius to know what's going on. Despite his own hallucination about a crying girl whose body is partly blown away, he leans close, gently pushing Hisoka back the way they came.] Hisoka, your arm. [He closes his eyes the moment he realizes what those marks are. Hisoka would probably not want him to look at them.]

[And if she was at all conscious of where Tsuzuki was looking, she might have been unsettled. But when prompted by the nudge, she sinks to her knees instead, crumpling in an almost elegant cloud of poofy, flowery lace. She whimpers in a small, wispy voice that struggles to be even that loud.] He's coming. Father sent him.

Who did your father send for? [Tsuzuki uses his body as a shield, holding Hisoka close as he slowly urges them backwards. He opens his eyes to keep them from falling. His hallucinations change in nature as he does so - Gone is the girl, instead Sargatanas appears in his line of vision, possessing a replica of his body. Tsuzuki flinches and whispers into Hisoka's ear.] He's not real, 'Soka. You're here with me.

The doctor. [Her muscles are stiff and wooden even with the prodding. She may have to be carried.] You have to leave. He's going to take you away again.

Your own father--[He's stopped short by how horrific that sounds to him. No loving parents should willingly call for the doctor if they knew what he could do.] No! I won't let him have you, either! [His arms encircles her waist, hauling her up over his shoulder. Enough is enough. If Muraki's in the mist Tsuzuki doesn't want to wait and see if he's a trick of their minds.]

[She doesn't object to being lifted, even if she's decidedly squishy and light in Tsuzuki's arms. She doesn't untense though.] He keeps trying to make me go to him. That I belong to him. [Her voice chokes up. It's easier to cry in this outfit, somehow.] You're not safe here!! J--just leave me. I'm slowing you down..

You don't belong to him. You belong to yourself. [It's easier to notice the soft crying when Hisoka's in that outfit, as well. Tsuzuki wants to offer comfort, but their positions make it difficult and he doesn't dare stop walking. He focuses on his own feelings for Hisoka, which the puppy outfit somehow amplifies. Loyalty and unconditional love mixed with sadness because Hisoka is sad.] I want to stay with you.

[It's a good warmth, and she appreciates it greatly She gives his upper arm a light squeeze, though that's all she can really reach from this angle.] ...you mean that?

[It takes a lot of energy to keep up the positive feelings, especially in this mist. He nuzzles her hand when Hisoka draws it back.] Yes. I don't want to lose you, too. [In his peripheral vision, Sargatanas beckons him. In front he sees his sister, deathly pale and bruised. It hurts to be reminded of them. Tsuzuki tries not to cry as he goes to his right. As long as he keeps walking, everything will be okay.]

Are we almost back? [In her higher pitch, it almost sounds childlike.] I hate it here.

Soon. Just close your eyes, if you want.

okay.. [She squeezes her eyes tightly shut and holds on as best as she can, as bent over as she is.]

[That's good. It's not much to offer, but it's the closest he can come to offering Hisoka a safe space.]

[Tsuzuki looks at the ground as he walks, to avoid the worst of the visions. The white roses he crushes under his feet are unsettling enough. Especially the way they bleed when his feet touches them.]

Do you want me to tell you a story?

Okay.. Just. No ghost stories, okay?

Mhm. Have you heard "The red oni who cried"?

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[Action] TSUZUKI. ;___; I want to hug him.

[Action] HE WANTS HUGS /grabbyhands