o5 . bone house mingle!

[necrolord]

Who: necrolord and CR!
What: Several teens move into the horrible necromancy mansion, and sometimes they bring their friends.
When: Early March.
Where: Bone House in Gaze.

Content Warnings: Skeletons, discussions of death and grief, violence where marked, vomit where marked. Note all the usual warnings of this character.

Comments

[strikefirster]

[The fact that Kaworu is ready to defend himself is a good sign as far as Johnny is concerned. It would have been more annoying if this hadn't startled him or he had started crying.

He might be a fighter, Johnny could work with that.]

You can call me Sensei from now on.

Gideon told me you needed learn how to man the fuck up.

So I'm here to teach you how not to be a pussy.

From now on I'll be teaching you karate.

[peripheries]

...What?

[Kaworu is halfway to preparing to splatter this invader across the walls with his AT Field before he hears the name "Gideon". Still, crouched in a defensive position, he looks over the man.]

Karate? [Martial arts. He knows that much but-]

You don't look like someone I wanna call "sensei".

[strikefirster]

[He definitely did not look like someone Kaworu wanted to call sensei. ...Except he was wearing a karate gi. That was something.]

Yeah. Well your buddy on the top bunk does.

[Johnny drops the tough guy act for just a second to point to Paul who he is pretty sure is still asleep and gives a little wave.]

Isn't that, right? Hi Paul.

[One of his star pupils right there.

And then it's back to business.]

Well you're going to. Because all your friends are doing it and you don't want to be a loser, do you?

[terriblepurpose]

Hi, sensei.

[Paul is more than half-asleep, propped up on his elbows with bleary eyes, hopelessly bed-mussed hair, and bright red lines from the folds in his pillowcase printed across his face.

He could interpret a lot into his condition, if not for being in it. He could trace out the intersections between exhaustion and security and trust. But instead, he just smiles, fuzzily, and waves with the knife in his hand.]

Kaworu [which comes out softly slurred, all vowels and hush] it's okay. He's a good teacher.

[And, on that note, he drops his head back against his pillow and falls back asleep, knife still in hand.]

[peripheries]

Paul!

[Kaworu snaps his name in a huff. Paul never wants to sleep when Kaworu wants to take a nap together (he's got insomnia and terrible purpose or whatever) and now he won't wake up?!

Jerk!

He wiggles further away from this man, back towards his bed.]

I don't really care about what humans are doing.