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 Posted: Tue Sep 10, 2024 4:13 pm
Kioshi had lived on his own for years, not that he remembered most of that time, but he wasn’t alone anymore. Omen had crossed his path as a tiny, starving, little kitten that was dirty and needy. Since taking the dark-colored kitten in Kioshi didn’t feel as alone, how could he when he had such a bossy creature living in his apartment with him? Omen was rather vocal in his wants, something which Kioshi appreciated, and found amusement in. It was the need to take care of the kitten, now a year old, that kept him getting up in the mornings when he felt too worn out to get up for work. When he wanted to call out and skip work, cancel on someone, he didn’t and he held strong.
Omen seemed to know when he wasn’t feeling well and kept close through the migraines he had, though avoided whenever Kai had come to his apartment. He did wonder how Omen would feel about Lorcan if, and when, the man ever turned up at his apartment. He’d visited the doctor's home numerous times, mostly for medical reasons, but there certainly was a social tone to things especially as time had gone on.
It wasn’t all business all the time, it couldn’t be, they both worked jobs where they dealt with people as well as holding a particular night job. It put them close together and got them talking about their professions, something like friendly debate as well, that had somehow changed in a way which Kioshi hadn’t predicted. He’d somehow pictured Lorcan as the sort to eventually, maybe, marry some nice lady and have a child. The normal things most people did. That hadn’t been the case however. It had been, at the time, more than a little shocking for him. He was, as he figured it, far from the clean cut well put together sort Lorcan would have an interest in. Sure, they spoke a lot and were on good terms but that was because they looked at things in a similar enough manner, and respected each others opinions and thoughts, but to want a relationship? Relationships were still a new thing to him, something he’d told the other as a fair warning sort of gesture, it seemed he wasn’t the only person who could claim such.
So it would mean navigating things together, just like he and Kai had tried, this time things would be different because they didn’t work in the same field. The other was the opposite of himself and of Kai…but not in a bad way. One thing it did mean was more nights out on patrol together, something he’d avoided with Kai, at least Lorcan was’t turned away by his aggression towards order…he’d always worried Kai would be. He could relax on a patrol and not worry about how he handled things. Tonight though he’d be spending at home.
The text he sent when he’d dragged himself home from work, because he’d dragged himself to work, had Kioshi sending a message to let the other know he would not be out that night to patrol - he was fairly certain he’d caught something. With how close he got to clients he wasn’t surprised, some clients were rather inconsiderate people. He’d been sniffling and coughing all day, he had just wanted to sleep but had managed to focus enough to get through work, he’d kept a mask on while in the shop whether he was working on someone or not.
Sending a follow up text letting the other know to call if he needed it - he’d manage to power up and come to his aid, he didn’t want to risk the other catching whatever he’d likely caught at work. He knew the other wouldn’t appreciate getting sick, it would impact his work, though Kioshi wouldn’t have minded the company to be honest. Not only because it was Lorcan, someone he was dating now, but he somewhat secretly didn’t like being alone when he was unwell…mostly with migraines. He didn’t ask the other to come over though, not wanting to share whatever he had. Kioshi let his phone rest on the bedside table while managing a shower and crashing in bed with Omen laying next to him. The cat purring and kneading at the bedding, they had licked his nose before laying down pressed to his side.
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Posted: Tue Sep 10, 2024 4:13 pm
Lorcan had received the message between patients, seeing that something was potentially wrong he went through a list of things he might be able to do to help. Ordering some things, which would get delivered to his clinic at the end of the day, Lorcan made sure to get soup with noodles and crackers to hopefully help. There was something going around and he knew it, hell, he’d been swabbing people all day for strep and the flu.
So once the last patient left and the secretary packed up as well, Lorcan waved them off and waited until the delivery of warm food arrived. Sure it might be a bit cheesy that he was ordering soup and about to go over and check on them but he did care and worry.
Keeping a hand over the food on the passenger seat as he drove, he made sure nothing spilled or made a mess in his car and he stopped through the Starbucks drive thru to get a medicine ball tea as well for them alongside a London Fog latte for himself.
With all the goods in hand, as well as a bit of all the usual things for someone who might be sick in his work bag, Lorcan made his way up to their apartment and knocked before letting himself in with the key they’d given him when he’d given them one of his.
The mask over his face, one he’d put on before heading up, didn’t help because for whatever reason as soon as he walked in something made his nose itch. “Kioshi?” Calling out softly, just in case they had a migraine on top of it all, something that he figured could happen as a one two punch for them.
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Posted: Tue Sep 10, 2024 4:14 pm
Laying on his side, propped up because laying on his back meant not breathing, Kioshi didn’t hear his name called but he did feel Omen standing up and jumping down from the bed with a trill-like sound. Not sure why they had left, it wasn’t time for food, he didn’t hear the large paws against the wooden floor as Omen headed down the short, dark, hall to see who had let themself into his home because it was indeed Omen’s home.
Large eyes shone in the darkness, a sound unlike what most cats made filled the silence, right as Omen made an appearance. All dark fluff, with lighter gray about his neck like a shawl of some kind, his large feet thumped on the wooden floor. Without a worry, what worry did a thirteen pound cat have in their own home, the cat made his approach fully intent on rubbing against this strangers legs. They were here, in his home, and had to be here for a reason. Looking up with large eyes he made another trilling like sound.
Kioshi rolled, just a bit, shifting as he turned to look towards the open bedroom door where Omen had wandered off. He wasn’t looking for food, yet, he still had a bit of time before he went asking for dinner. Omen was like an alarm clock, they asked for food at nearly the same time every day; three times a day. They let him know when their litter box, located in the bathroom, needed cleaning and made sure he knew when they wanted treats even. Omen wasn’t looking for food so why had the normally cuddly cat left his side?
“Omen…” Calling out as loud as he dare, his voice breaking off into a coughing fit as he curled into himself because it was starting to hurt him to cough. “********.” A curse as he pressed his face into a pillow. “Hate ******** hell.”
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Posted: Tue Sep 10, 2024 4:14 pm
“Oh… hello? Omen?” Saying the name questioningly as the mass of fluff tried to rub against his pantleg. Internally he was already getting itchy from the thought of a cat but when he heard Kioshi coughing and cursing he decided to circle back to that later.
Walking down the hall, with this shadow of a cat following and trilling, he doubled checked that his mask was covering his face because he knew he needed what help he could get to avoid a sneezing fit. “It’s me, Lorcan. I brought soup, hot tea, and medicine.”
Peeking into their room, they sounded… not great as they coughed and had their face pressed into a pillow. Sitting on the edge of their bed, he looked around and tried to figure out how best to set up the food and tea for them. It was always awkward the first time he was somewhere new, when he didn’t know where anything was or what was allowed to be touched or moved.
“Sounds like you have what’s been going around. Either the flu, strep, or a cold probably. So I brought things you can take to help with the coughing mainly. I guess I met the owner of this place, they decided to throw themselves into my leg when I walked in.”
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Posted: Tue Sep 10, 2024 4:15 pm
Pulling his face from his pillow, and stretching back out, he nodded his head slowly. “Throat doesn’t hurt, surprisingly, but ribs do.” From the coughing. His throat was surviving by some miracle, which he wasn’t sure about, but everything else was not holding up. All he needed was a migraine to hit and he’d be all set. Opening his eyes, he’d been keeping them closed, he wasn't surprised when Omen decided to join them and lay at the foot of the bed. The cat certainly owned the place, as Lorcan was saying.
“Omen does own the place, and he knows it, I’m not one to argue with a cat.” Choking on a laugh he again cringed and drew in, his ribs not liking the jostling of him choking on his laughter. Another curse and he was staring up at the other. “Food sounds good, I was planning to ignore hunger and opt for sleep.” Not the best of ideas, he knew it, but he also didn’t have the energy to get himself out of bed to do more than feed Omen and that was because he did not fancy dying in his sleep due to a hungry cat.
“I have a tray in the kitchen, in the bottom cabinet across from the stove.” His kitchen was small, he knew it, but he had what he needed. One cabinet, a top one, was filled with nothing but cans and packets of cat food. He ordered them from chewy and had them shipped automatically. It saved money and allowed for variety for the four legged fluff which owned his home…and him.
“Tea sounds good right now…if possible.” Sniffing and wriggling his nose as he spoke. “My client said it was allergies…my a** it was allergies.” Considering it had only been two days and he was sick and felt like s**t. His cheeks were red, and looked rough, his ears…the points of them looked red as well and if one were to ask he would admit to being cold despite being under a nice heavy comforter and a sheet. For his part Omen had decided to go from curled up, and kneading things, to stretching out and reaching with his front paws towards the stranger. Offering his stomach, and all the soft fluff there, he had no issue showing off just how long and large he was. Wait till his human found out he wasn’t done growing…he had a lot more to go.
“I didn’t think you’d come…I didn’t want you to get sick as well.” It was why he’d told Lorcan not to come, but he certainly appreciated the food and more than appreciated the others' presence. He didn’t like being alone when sick, he didn’t think he ever had, and it felt nice having someone else here. Shifting to sit up better, fingers reaching for Omen, he kept his eyes on Lorcan. “Thank you for coming, even if it’s a risk.”
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Posted: Tue Sep 10, 2024 4:19 pm
Setting the bag down on the floor, he watched both Kioshi and Omen for a moment. The soft tummy looked inviting but he knew he would start sneezing if he touched the cat more than absolutely necessary. “I never quite figured you for a cat person, but they are rather cute. Pretty large too. I can go get the tray for you so you can eat because you shouldn’t skip meals especially when you’re sick.”
Patting what he figured might be their leg under the mound of blankets, he got up and wandered to the kitchen with a cat-shaped shadow following behind. It took a moment for him to find the tray as Omen kept bumping into his legs and stretched and pawed at him almost expectantly. Lorcan finally figured it out when they hopped up onto the counter and looked at one of the cabinets. “Ah… you’re hungry.” Spotting the food bowl, he opened the cabinet and saw cans and packets of food. This was way out of what he was used to as Katya just ate whatever he cooked but she wasn’t really a cat when all things were considered and this was.
“I’m going to guess one of these pouches shall suffice for Omen?” Pouring the food out for them, he want back to the main task at hand after washing his hands in the sink. Carrying the tray back, he set it on the bed unpacked everything, and got it set up for them. They really did look horribly sick and he felt for them.
“Have some tea first then maybe some medicine and soup. We don’t need you getting a migraine on top of all this. As for the risk, I’m being careful but I also stay on top of my seasonal vaccines. I think checking on you is worth a bit of risk though since you can get into a rather poor state sometimes and I worry.” It was probably hard for them to tell with how much of his face was covered by the mask but he did everything with care so as to not bump them or make them feel sicker.
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Posted: Tue Sep 10, 2024 4:20 pm
Kioshi knew it wasn’t the best of ideas not to eat when sick, he wasn’t an idiot, however he just hadn’t the energy or motivation to do so. He also had a feeling this was normal, like that he always responded this way when ill, so he simply nodded his head and watched as Lorcan headed out to find the tray he had. Omen, being due around now to eat, had dutifully followed as he was determined to get his food and ton time for that matter. Omen always seemed to know when he was due his food and was prompt in demanding it, which Kioshi never minded, at least the cat was like his own alarm clock.
When Lorcan did return he let them set up the tray, content to watch for the moment. “I think I always do this, not eating and not drinking much when sick, it’s a thought but not a memory really…” which he had explained to the other in the past, when discussing how the lack of memory worked for him. It did make some things very difficult, but Hisoka had helped in some ways at least.
“Omen found me, I don’t think I could turn away from a needy animal ever and he was needy when I saw him outside the grocery store.” To be honest Kioshi could be a bit of a bleeding heart especially for those in need or those hurting, whether it be emotionally or otherwise. He just didn’t let in and kept himself out of such situations in order to avoid being so emotional…he didn’t like it.
Not seeing Omen with Lorcan he knew the four legged fluff all had gotten its way and smiled…honestly amused by this. “I like cats, they fit my personality well enough. Not as energetic as dogs, at least most of the time, they are more reserved and things are on their terms. Cats also are very clean and have been proven to reduce stress levels.” Which meant in a roundabout way that Omen was healthy for him. Smiling a bit more, a tired but pleased smile, his hands reached for the tea. Perfect, the heat was nice since he felt cold, and not in a good way, as he gave a little sigh. “I’ve skipped doctors and everything like that since I corrupted. No doctors, no vaccines, he only got help when it was needed…he’d been lazy with his health. It had, in part, been because he didn’t have a medical history and that was hard to explain.
The warm feeling that settled in him when Lorcan voiced his concern for him, something he’d had rarely in his life, had the darker haired male reaching out to ghost his fingers down the others cheek. “Medicine time?” He questioned softly, staring at the other, though he did feel like utter s**t, he was certain he had a fever and Lorcan had to know it as well.
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Posted: Tue Sep 10, 2024 4:22 pm
Sighing as they mentioned this was a pattern, he shook his head. “That’s not good, that means I need to check up on you if you are sick which is alright but you shouldn’t just lay and get weaker while sick. It just means it’ll take longer for you to get over being sick.” It was plain and simple.
“At least you have some company here, much as Katya comes over to my place but I would say it's quite a bit different. I have to say… cat food smells disgusting. No wonder mauvians really don’t seem to eat it for the most part.”
Listening to their explanation of why they liked cats, he could sort of agree until his nose twitched and the first sneeze came. A groan came out as he pulled sanitizer from his pocket to clean his hands with before he wiped his eyes, a bit of wateriness had started which wasn’t surprising so he pulled something out of his bag and dry swallowed a pill.
He almost coughed it up before dragging his hand down his face as he groaned again but from the fact they hadn’t gone to any doctors about even the mundane things. “That won’t do, not at all. I’ll have to do something about that then, over time though since I can’t just stick you with all the vaccines at the same time while you’re already sick.” Pulling his phone out, he went about looking over the calendar he had an made some mental notes about when it might be good to start poking into things more to make sure they had all their ducks in a row when it came to health.
That done, he tucked his phone away and nodded, pulling some things out of his bag and setting them on the tray too. “Yes, probably just some cough medicine now with a fever reducer since you look flush and you said your throat isn’t sore. More than likely just a cold which means you need to eat and drink enough fluids.” Being a bit stern, he moved closer and nudged the bottle of medicine and the soup closer to them to get the point across. These were doctor’s orders.
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Posted: Tue Sep 10, 2024 4:23 pm
“It’s the same as migraines, just without the pain, too miserable and worn out to want to eat or drink or do anything at all.” Migraines hit hard but apparently so did getting sick, because he couldn’t remember being sick, but he had that whisper of a feeling and knowledge in the back of his mind. There weren’t actual memories, there never were, but it was like a feeling of familiarity but when he reached out for it - for the memories…it all vanished. He’d gotten used to it though…to feelings leading to nothing as it all passed right through his fingers.
“If I knew you were allergic to cats I would have warned you…” He would have let Lorcan know so he could make an informed decision before coming over, and take medication beforehand, so he wouldn’t be sneezing due to Omen’s presence. Speaking of the fluff ball he watched as the cat came back in and decided to make the bed his once again, as if the fact he owned the bed was ever in doubt, as they curled up at the head of the bed and managed to twist themself at the midsection in a manner which looked very uncomfortable.
Shaking his head at the cat he smiled a bit more, amused by his cat's antics. Going for the medication first, might as well handle that first, he grabbed the spoon after uncapping the bottle and measured out the appropriate amount before taking it down in one swallow. Setting that spoon down, and capping the bottle, Kioshi went for the soup spoon and the soup.
Settling back in his bed, resting against a pile of pillows, the soup bowl was held in one hand while he ate with the other. “I didn’t have insurance from my job, I had no medical history and no way to explain that. I didn’t have a doctor…just Tom. I was low on money so I couldn’t afford insurance either. I had to go through an apprenticeship all over again, which meant a lot less money. I’m lucky I got paid at all, some shops don’t pay a tattoo artist while they are an apprentice., But insurance…I don’t think I know anyone who gets insurance through their job at a shop. It’s not a thing. ” So he’d gone without rather than ask for some sort of a government handout, it wasn’t how he did things, it still bothered him having the Negaverse provide him a home. He was working to save up enough to get his own place, he wasn’t even fond of needing a mortgage but he’d tolerate it, he just wasn’t the sort to have things which he hadn’t earned on his own.
“I only went to Tom when I needed to, for migraine medication when I finally found out that was why the over the counter meds weren 't working. I also saw him when a knight hit me with a bokken in the ribs.” Tom was a doctor but not his doctor, not really, Lorcan however was his doctor. “Hisoka left me things, immigration papers, a birth certificate, and a note about the migraines but I didn’t find health records. They might be there though, I never managed to get through everything.”
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Posted: Tue Sep 10, 2024 4:31 pm
Nodding, he made a mental note as he watched Omen stretch and do normal everyday cat things. Something he really didn’t exactly see either from Katya. It was… odd how he’d gotten used to such an absurd thing as an alien cat that now normal cats seemed foreign to him. “With Katya, I don’t have a reaction but also I hadn’t thought to bring it up. With how busy we both are I had thought you might not have a pet but they are… rather cute even if my face itches.” He was being nice and also he wasn’t really lying. Omen was rather cute and honestly, it was probably because of Katya that he was alright with cats now.
Well, that was… unfortunate and it bothered him more than a little. It meant they’d been just letting things happen and not getting the medical care they needed. It frustrated him almost as much as Alexandre’s scar did. Sighing as he pressed his palm to his temple he took a few metered breaths to not get more frustrated before speaking. “We can sort through things but, you are going to get your shots so you can avoid getting sick again. And if you do get sick again you are going to tell me, alright?” Being a bit firm he moved a bit closer and pressed the back of his hand to their forehead which confirmed they did have a fever. Their skin was a bit clammy but definitely warmer than normal.
“It can be something we look through in time, though maybe not here if that’s alright with you. We might need a bit more space to sort through things, maybe in the other room but either way, it should get done so I can get a bit more of a handle on your health.” Not that they were a sickly individual but he wanted to make sure they stayed in good health.
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Posted: Tue Sep 10, 2024 4:32 pm
“The independence of cats allows for a pet. A dog I could never manage, too many needs.” Walking them for one but also all the energy, not that Omen didn’t have energy or was lazy, but a dog he couldn’t manage and small animals were pointless really. “I wasn’t going to ignore a starving kitten on the street either…or leave it with a shelter where who knows what might have happened.” And he had worried about that, about the kittens fate had he just dropped them at a shelter or even left them with a vet. And for once the usual calmness he spoke with gave way to some emotions. He was the sort to be a bleeding heart especially for the innocent in the world…or this suffering and ill. Kioshi was the sort to hope animals that had been hit didn’t suffer, and would give a moment of worry about that. He’d also pull over and check on an animal if he ever hit one, something he hoped he never did.
“Of course, I told you this time. I don’t really secret keep.” Shrugging as he finished off his soup and sat forward to place the empty bowl on the tray. Shifting a bit he was halted by Lorcan moving and checking him for a fever, something he knew he had.
“I think I can manage to go through some things, I don’t have anything else to do and you’re here and can look over anything which may come up.” He could hope Hisoka had included medical papers and not just a scratched on bit of paper telling him he suffered diagnosed migraines. Moving the blankets off his legs so he could get up, dressed in pajamas in order to keep warm, Kioshi moved his tray and went to get up slowly. He really was sluggish feeling but he really did need to eventually go through everything so why not now? “I did find my passport, immigration papers and birth certificate. If there is anything else from back then I’ll need to translate it for you.”
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Posted: Tue Sep 10, 2024 4:33 pm
“Makes sense and Omen seems… rather on top of things I would say.” With how the cat had greeted him and then demanded dinner since Kioshi was indisposed. He had a feeling that if they could open the cabinet and pouch themselves they’d just eat without help. “That I can understand as well, especially with how many strays are around in the city. Though he looks a bit too fancy to be your average stray.”
Part of him guessed this cat would get maybe a bit too big to handle but it was good at least for the other to have had some company. Shaking his head at the thought, he took the bowl back and tucked the trash away in the bag while they moved to get up. Reaching out a hand if they needed to be steadied, he nodded and then realized something he hadn’t quite considered even though it was sort of obvious.
“Oh, you weren’t born here were you?” It felt like a bit of an oversight but to be honest with how many people were in this country, let alone just in this city, he had just assumed they had been one of the many Asian Americans. That paired with their losing memories had been a solid enough reason for their want to stick with culture and things from their past even if they had no recollection of things.
“I can help, at least for a bit then you should probably rest more. Also yes, translations would be nice as I really haven’t dealt with too many forms from outside the country before other than a few ones from Europe.” Which was far easier for him to muddle through with the help of Google or a translator who worked with the hospital where he had done his rotations.
He followed them to help carry things just in case because they were moving sluggishly and they really didn’t look well. He just had half a mind that they might not approve of him trying to get them to lay back down since he also had no clue where things were in this place. It wasn’t that it was cluttered, far from it, but he didn’t want to poke around someone else’s place on a first visit unless it was because of a medical emergency.
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Posted: Tue Sep 10, 2024 4:34 pm
“Omen knows when he’s due to eat and makes sure he’s fed, it’s like an alarm clock to remind me.” Because he did get lost in his own work, because he did bring his work home seeing as it was drawing and some took a lot of time and research even, such as that dullahan. “He seems to have decided on a bed time where I’m not permitted to be up beyond that point.” Otherwise Omen, in all his wisdom, would keep making noise and nipping at his hands.
Accepting the help, even leaning into the other, he shook his head. “No, I was born in Kyoto. My parents came here with me when I was eight from the records I have copies of. I still speak, read and write Japanese and while I doubt my handwriting is the best, certainly not art that you’d hand in a wall, I’ve been working on it. Some people, who aren’t Japanese, like to have calligraphy tattooed on them.” So he tried his best to make it as fancy and nice as he could.
“I’ll agree to that, rest would be nice but since you mentioned it we might as well look now.” Drawing back he moved past the other with shuffling steps as he made the short walk to the closet in the hallway where he opened the door and eyed the boxes sitting there. They were full boxes and open, showing books and files inside as well as pictures. The boxes had, according to the note from Hisoka, everything he’d need to continue on and do well.
Grabbing at a box he made to drag it out of the closet, which took a bit more effort than usual but it did come out and slide into the hallway. Directing it, pushing it, toward the open living room. living room so they could look through things with a good amount of space to do so. “Grab a box…please.”
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Posted: Tue Sep 10, 2024 4:37 pm
“Ah, such a smart and orderly cat. I can agree with that since it’s better to sleep on a schedule to help reduce stress on your body.” They were at least a decently behaved animal even if they weren’t a mauvian.
Letting them lean on him, he nodded as they explained and chuckled slightly. “Seems that at least that part of family tradition is holding strong. Apparently the Evans family travels the world and brings home more than just trinkets. Though maybe this isn’t exactly the same.” It was a bit funny though.
Leaning over to peer into the closet, he saw all the boxes and more than enough paperwork to find himself busy with for days if not weeks. Waiting until the sifted through things and directed him on which to grab, Lorcan was a bit amazed by the level of planning the old them had done. It was admirable that they’d tried to set things up so they wouldn’t flounder and die after switching sides, not that he was sure that the negaverse would be keen on letting that happen.
Picking up the box, he carried it back to the bedroom and set it in the bed before sneezing from the dust and cat fur. The medicine hadn’t kicked in yet so his eyes were watering a little and his skin was itchy but it wasn’t the worst.
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Posted: Tue Sep 10, 2024 4:37 pm
Chuckling he managed a fanged smile. “Yes, you didn’t need to go traveling to find a foreign trinket of your own. Though perhaps one day you’ll decide to go on a trip to Japan, I think it is a country you would find…agreeable with how you like things personally.”
“Hisoka left me a note with all of this, which Wolframite held onto for us, wishing me well and assuring me that everything I’d need to find my way would be here. So I could piece my life together and do well.” Which meant there was more here that he’d not found, not taken the time to find yet, he was certain of that. Hisoka had been thorough if nothing else, which he was glad for, at least it was something that transferred from Hisoka to himself as well.
Watching the other head for the bedroom he turned around and headed that way with the box he’d been pushing towards the living room. “You want to go through yours first? “ He questioned, managing to heft his own box onto his bed…glad for the size of his bed right now. Omen had looked up before going back to laying there, flipping his tail as if silently saying how unbothered by everything he was, and Kioshi crawled up onto the bed and settled at the others side.
“It’s been hard going through this all. It’s strange seeing things, and pictures of people, I can’t remember but I get some sort of a feeling or thought about. It’s hard to describe the feeling but it’s off putting in some ways. Even seeing pictures of myself, or rather I should perhaps say Hisoka, and our parents.” Because Hisoka was not him. He had some traits of Hisoka, even the same job, but he wasn’t the other…yet they did have the same parents. He did wonder if others who had changed sides like he’d done spoke like this when speaking of who they had been and of the family they’d had. He tried to separate things when and where he could but he knew it must be odd for outsiders to hear him speak.
From the top of the box he’d had he pulled the papers, and high school yearbook, which he’d already seen on his last trek through the past. The papers were in a folder and contained his documents and birth certificate but nothing on his health growing up in Japan or here in the US. He’d left them on the top once he’d found them - in the bottom of the box.
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