detectiveforhierophant | Ryotaro Dojima

[It doesn't matter what Dojima is currently up to on the ship - the captain comes marching over with a determined stride and then stops to stare at him for a long moment. A crease of confusion in his brow while he watches Dojima.]

[ He'd just been winding some rope that had needed to get put away around his arm-- Palm open, and then around his elbow--

When he realised he was being stared at. By the captain, no less--

--give him a second to gather himself. The guy was still... damn intimidating. Not so much for his stature, as much as... well, his power, really. ]

Is... something the matter, Moon Supreme?

[His eyes narrowed and he lifted his chin, frowning a little further.]

This venerable one has been informed it is anniversary of your birth. Which anniversary is it?

--Oh, huh. Did Turo mention it?

[ He hadn't really remembered until he looked at the calendar date that day and said it offhandedly to Turo. It was more a note on the passage of time than anything else. ]

-If we go by the year it was when I got brought here... [ it was a little strange, because it had been the end of March in Inaba, only to be October here-- ] -- I'm 42 today. Which, [ for some context to the Might-as-well-be-a-god-- ] is considered 'middle age' for a human male. Not that I feel that old.

The crew was speaking of it.

[Which meant Turo had said it to someone and sailors spread it around.

Daqiang set his fingers to his chin, thinking aloud.]

42 is not a round year. Is that why no celebrations were asked for? But it is also-

[Hold up. He frowned at Dojima again.]</small? What do you mean it is middle-aged? This venerable one was told that mortals are considered 'old' at age 20 and adults at 17. Middle-aged would be 18.

[Even with it being their shared room, given that Turo had been out a little longer due to a side-trip he had decided to take—

He knocked just on the frame of the door, bag held in his other hand.]

Are you busy, Dojima?

Hm?

[ Glancing up from his book, Dojima smiled, sliding a piece of paper to act as a bookmark. ]

Not with anything I can't pick up again later. What's up?

Nothing much is up- are you hungry? I've brought back dinner.

[Closing the door behind him, walking to the table kept in their room as his satchel was set aside, pulling out a metal lunch box from it before he set it there.

Turo might've taken a small detour on his walk back, and even now he hoped that it would...]

Come, you can help me set it out. This container holds more than it seems.

[Lunch box opened, reaching in- and pulling out a large 'take out' styled container that was no doubt filled to the brim.]

Dinner?

[ A head tilt, and a smile slowly spreading on his face-- a little sheepish, but-- ]

'Tino, you, didn't have to...

[ It'd had just been an offhanded comment to him about the date. He didn't actually expect anything--

But he got up all the same, that smile not leaving, as he reached to help, looking to take that take out box carefully and get it set down-- ]

Dinner- and I wanted to.

[Turo lifting another container, and after a moment he removed the 'lid' of it just so that Dojima could get a good look at the large number of gyoza just in that one container.]

I came across a place that cooks the foods you have remarked on missing, and felt that- well. These plus several other items would make for a good dinner tonight. [The place was rather popular as well. He'd needed to time things just right to get there early enough to bring home this still steaming food.

The gyoza were set down, and another container pulled out to be placed down as well.]

Hopefully it is to your liking, Ryotaro.

[ That smell-- ]

'Came across' or... looked for it?

[ --And yeah-- it was. It was gyoza... something he had mentioned once was his favorite sort of food. All of this was stuff he loved to eat, wasn't it...? ]

'Tino, this is...

[ Was he actually... getting choked up? Had to blink something back as he realised-- ]

... Thank you. Seriously.

[The lunch box was set away once all of the containers were moved out of it, Turo then helping to arrange it all properly on the table-]

You could say it was a mix of both. Exploring various parts of Eltrut whenever I was there, and so on.

[A hand rested on Dojima's shoulder once all of it was done, a soft smile there on Turo's face.]

You are more than welcome- why don't we sit down now? I want you to get first taste of it.

(Sidestep has made themself pretty scarce when on Eltrut as of recently, making heavy use of their ability to conceal themself from the perceptions of others and sticking to places where they're unlikely to be bothered.

They are not getting caught again.

They're hanging out in the shadow of a building making themself mostly invisible when they notice Dojima. Oh hey, it's Turo's boyfriend.

...He hasn't told anyone about them, has he? They know Turo trusts him, but Turo trusts them so they're pretty sure his judgement leaves something to be desired.

Perhaps it's their suspicion that compels them to get up and follow him, reaching out to see if they can pick up anything from his mind, though it could also be curiosity or boredom. They don't really have the best moral compass... or any real respect for privacy.)

[ Fortunately for the hero-turned-villian, Dojima was a complete, utter normie. There was no barrier whatsoever to his thoughts, so he'd get a front row seat to Dojima's inner commentary.

At the moment, he was looking at some metal ingots at a smithy, fingers brushing along one. ]

--Can't really determine the quality of this iron unless I use my power on it, but there's no way I could get it back to it's proper shape as nice as this. Might need to hold off.

[ Shifting his hand into his satchel, feeling the various ingots of metal already in there. ]

Really, I have enough iron for now, anyway. I should get some more silver in case we deal with anymore undead monsters--

[ The image would flash-- A rotting face, hands pinning you down, but just being able to move one hand, and having no alternative--

Slamming a fork into the side of it's head, and it... disintegrating. Dojima's expression would flinch somewhat. Not a full on grimace, but... clear that it was an unpleasant thought. ]

...Yeah. Definitely more silver.

(Huh. Metal powers. That wasn't what they expected.

From his world or from the tattoo, they wonder?

It's too bad he apparently won't use them right now. They'd influence him to do it anyway if they still had the ability--it'd be useful to know the extent of what he can do.

The flash of the image catches them off guard and they flinch, almost instinctively wrapping their aura of invisibility tighter around themself. Was that a zombie? Fuck.)

[ And Dojima was none the wiser that he had surprised the telepath, just continuing on his way after a smile and 'thank you' to the smithy.
His next stop though, was perhaps a bit strange for a full adult man-- looking at some hand made toys at a stall]

Any of these the one 'Tino made?

[ Leading to a soft smile on his face. Turo at their desk, working away on a plush that looked like a small pink animal with a curl of hair and pink fairy wings-- ]

Guy's so damn talented. Wish he could meet Kanji-- [ Surly faced Teenage boy, bleach blond hair, a scar over his eye, piercings--

Working diligently on an extremely detailed crochet rabbit in the middle of what looked like a showa era Japanese living room, a silver haired teen boy and young girl with pig tails beside him at the low table, before they all looked up at-- ]

I bet they could learn from one another, it'd be good for both of them.

[ He'd reach down, picking up a cat plush toy. Holding it up and looking it all over--]

...Would Nanako like something like this...?

[ That girl from before coming into focus, smiling so happily, holding a plush toy he'd gotten for her, just-- as a gift. The love--parental, protective, familial love was practically radiating from him as he thought of her, welcoming him home from work, sitting with him at the living room table, singing the Junes jingle-- ]

(Tino?

The images in his thoughts clear up the who--he really is fond of him, isn't he?--but they're not sure if that's a part of Turo's full name or just something he came up with.

Damn. They really are close. It's weird to witness the way Dojima thinks of Turo, imagines him meeting the people he loves. Guy's got a propensity for taking in random kids, huh? They know introducing a partner to the children is a pretty significant step in a relationship...

It hurts, almost. The way he sees Turo as being a part of things. As being a person. Turo probably could be, too. He's not broken like they are.

They creep closer, try to peer deeper into Dojima's mind.)

To Ryotaro,

I hope this letter finds you well! Given how exciting things have been in this world it must be quite hard to find a quiet place and time to have to yourself! Well, no matter, I still hope that this gift finds you well and that you enjoy it all the same.

Happy Holidays,

Santa Claus

[He'll be given a brand new, winter jacket! Handmade and everything! There's also a plush bear holding a bottle of dark ale and a bag of chocolate chip cookies.]

(So at some point a gift box will turn up.

If Dojima opens it, he'll find... a mug with a picture of some handcuffs on it. He'll also find a 1lb bag of some really nice uber caffinated coffee.

It's probably obvious who got this for him, since it will arrive at the same time and wrapped in the same style as a gift for Turo that is very clearly playing off of one of Chris' favorite insults to throw at him... and it's addressed to him in Chris' handwriting.

Which begs the question: why the handcuff mug? Is it because he's a cop at home? Or is it because they read that one memory of his wife his player told Shiny about a while back? Or dome other embarrassing incident involving handcuffs? He knows that they've probably read at least some of his most embarrassing secrets by now, so... they will never clarify.

Learn to shield your thoughts, man.)

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