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Who: Fujiko & Jyabura
When: Today after they picked up Nanao-chan and she she called him old
Why: Because Jyabura is adorable when sulky
What: "fight" & apology and Jyabura gets the spiffy coat she got him a while back and held onto.
Where: Jyabura's room on the sub
Rating: Uh. PG. For SUPER FLUFF.
Really at this point she should know better. She should stop trying. It kept backfiring. CLEARLY. And the last person in the world she'd wanted to upset wasn't talking. Probably sulking. At the minimum she had to make it better. Fujiko fixed Jyabura a turkey sandwich, his favorite, and set it on a plate before grabbing the black leather jacket out of its hiding spot. She'd gotten everyone presents the last time she went shopping and with the risk of winter islands coming up she didn't want her wolf getting cold. It looked good, a small silver moon emblem on the sleeve. She was almost certain he'd like it. "Jyabura," she called softly, nervously entering the room she shared. She still thought of it as his room but gradually was starting to accept the idea it was hers too now.
Jyabura was sitting on the end of the bed when he heard her, staring aimlessly out the porthole. "What?" he asked, flat and sullen, without bothering to turn around. She had a sandwich. It was turkey. He could smell it. But that didn't mean he was going to give in, oh no. He was offended, damn it, and no amount of making amends was going to stop him from sulking right now. Even if he was kind of hungry.
Fujiko sighed. He was definitely mad at her and sulking about it. She knew better than anyone how much his age bothered him but she wanted him to be older. To have experiences that kept him alive, stories to tell, knowledge, wisdom, help keep her from doing something stupid like she did thirty times a day. She'd been hoping that by teasing him he'd know she was playing and thus it wouldn't hurt next month when someone like Fukuro or Kalifa or Kaku brought it up daily. After Kaku caused Jyabura just to doubt himself on his friends all being girls, underage, or gay she'd been concerned. "I brought you two presents," she sighed, inching closer to put the sandwich near his nose. "You can eat and be mad at the same time."
...Well, Jyabura couldn't argue with that logic. He could, however, snatch the sandwich and proceed to eat it in the most annoyed and defiant manner possible, without comment. He wasn't about to ask about the other present (unless the sandwich didn't count as a present?), although he was curious. He didn't even look up. So there.
As always, Jyabura was adorable in Fujiko's eyes. Sulking like a sullen teen even though he was frustrated about being old. It was adorably ironic if nothing else. She draped the black jacket on his shoulders so it hung off loosely but still on him like a blanket. "Hm. Not bad," she stated pleased with her choice. She crawled up onto the bed on her side, propping her hand up on arm. "I'm sorry," she apologized, "You don't have to forgive me... I just thought if I said it, you'd know I was teasing and then when others said you could ignore them." She sighed and rolled onto her back trying to figure out what else to say if anything.
Jyabura paused when he felt the jacket on his shoulders, then stopped and dropped the half-finished sandwich back on the plate and pulled it off his shoulders to look at it. It was...nice. Very nice. It was sort of hard to be mad when someone gave you something awesome and probably expensive and then acted all sad. He sighed. "...Thanks," he muttered reluctantly. "S'nice." And after a moment's hesitation, he pulled it on and turned to face Fujiko, feeling a little awkward about the whole thing. "Look okay?"
She grinned cheerfully at that, proud of him for putting it on and showing it off, "It looks good!" she beamed genuinely pleased. "You like it?" she looked up at his his dark brown eyes with her own large ones.
"...Yeah." Damn it, he wished he could stay mad when she gave him the big-brown-eyes look. "Yeah, I do. It's really great. Thanks." He ran his hand over the sleeve a few times, experimental. "S'warm. Hey, it's got a moon on it." He sighed again, scratching the back of his head uncertainly. "Sorry," he said gruffly.
"No don't be," she frowned. "I'm the one who fucked up." She inched closer wanting to wrap arms around him and at least be touching him so he knew she meant it. "I know you hate that. And I just... Jyabura... you know I don't think you're old at all, don't you?"
He sighed. "Yeah. Whatever. Doesn't matter if you think I'm old. You woulda fucked Silvers and he was twice my age." He shrugged. "I'm just gonna have to grow a thicker skin about it, okay? I know. It's just...it's weird. There comes a point for a Rokushiki user where strength starts to deteriorate pretty fast, and - you know what, never mind, I'm just being an idiot."
She blushed red at the Silvers comment, "He's like an uncle Jyabura. And I would not. I have you and..." she trailed off, that wasn't really the point. "Jyabura," Fujiko started nervously, reaching out pet an earbobe of his between a thumb and stroking the rest of his ear in her hand. "You don't think you've reached that point do you? Tch. Putting so much emphasis on the..." to be fair, she was probably going to freak out herself the minute she started showing any aging. "All that matters is what you think. I guess it's just the same as before, you know? I wish you could see yourself the way I see you."
Even knowing that the argument was stupid, Jyabura still had a compulsion to be annoyed at Fujiko, but the second she started petting his ear like that it became impossible. He leaned into it a bit and hummed in reluctant approval. "I don't know," he said with a heavy sigh. "I don't think I have. But what if I'm wrong? What if it's just around the corner? What use am I supposed to be if I can't...fight. Fight for anything or protect anything. I'm just a lump taking up space."
Fujiko frowned even more at that, snuggling closer and wrapping partially around his waist, her chest in his lap, and fingers still petting away at his ear, every so often, switching to give the other a break. "First off. You're underestimating your own intelligence I think. You're pretty clever most times and that's going to be your biggest asset in battle. And secondly, don't worry about deteriorating. Even IF it happens," she tapped his nose with a long finger, "And I don't think it will, you've got at least some time to go. So learn other ways to fight. You're smart and old dogs can learn new tricks." She kissed him on the cheek as a reminder that she was kidding about the old comment. "And thirdly... You'll always be able to protect this crew as long as you're alive. Look at Silvers. You think he can't fight anymore? And he was going senile!"
"Yeah, yeah." It was the only commentary Jyabura was really capable of with the way she kept petting him like that. "...I think you're overestimating my intelligence, babe. But I know. I'm trying. I keep trying to...work around that. It's hard. And...yeah, that was him, but I'm not him. And great, make me paranoid about going senile too. Pretty sure I'm too young for that one, at least." He ran his fingers through Fujiko's hair at the nape of her neck, turning a little to look her in the eye. "You're way to good for me, you know that? You're too young for me, you're too pretty, you're too smart, and you put up with more shit than you ever should." No matter how many times she complimented him, it was still too hard to believe. She was a little crazy, after all, much as he loved her.
She snorted at that, neck arching up into his strong touch more. "On this you're wrong on all accounts," she wave a hand dismissively. "Sometimes I overestimate people but only when they give me reason to. And you're incredibly sexy, the sexiest so far as I'm concerned so there's no way I could be too pretty for you. And you're stronger than me in ever way there is, and if you weren't smart you wouldn't be able to keep me amused." She knew she was smart and she knew she had a propensity to get herself in trouble when bored. Looking him square in the eye Fujiko continued assertively, "I need someone older than me. Someone smart enough and wise enough so stop me from doing something that'll get me killed. Someone experienced in this world enough to know the purple toads aren't my friends. I need you Jyabura and I won't settle for anything less." She kissed his ear softly.
"And you're building up the age difference to way more than it is. I'm older than Kaku and Kalifa. And so what? Even if you were 30 years older than me, so long as you were you you I'd still want you. And don't tell me that's because I'm insane," she put a finger to his lips. "It's because on SOMETHINGS I'm smart, and this is one of them. Dangerous ocean, dangerous life. That you've lived this long even in spite of everything means you know the most of how to keep me safe. That's what I want. I don't want a bubble, I still want to live and do things and feel alive but I want someone protecting me too. I want you to. 37 isn't old. And each year you get older, it means the more you've learned and the better you can protect me. How could I not love that?" She sighed. She was being selfish but maybe it would let him understand why it meant a lot to her because it did. "All those teenagers who call you old, how many disappear or die?"
Jyabura had heard her say most of that at different times, some of it he'd never heard before, and most of it, he'd never paid attention to or believed in. It had all seemed...trivial. Unreal. Like something she was just making up to placate him. But having her explain it like that, like it was real, like she was serious, was... "Fuji," he said, after a moment of slightly overwhelmed hesitation, "I'm...I'm always gonna think I'm not good enough for you. No matter what you say, I'm not. Nobody is. But I'm always gonna try to be the best I can be. For you. Okay?"
"Yeah love," she grinned. "You're allowed to think no one's good enough for me, makes me feel better even if you're wrong. Just don't beat yourself up so much. The world will kick you down plenty, no need to give them a head-start." She kissed his cheek again, wrapping her arms tight around his chest and breathing in deep his smell. "Hey. Next month. I figured you don't want a big party reminding you. So we'll sneak out. And go on a date, just you and me. Sound good?"
"Yeah," he said, wrapping his arms around her and leaning his head against her hair. "That sounds great." And it really did.
"Oh yeah? What's that?" Jyabura knew that look.
Fujiko snuggled closer, possessively holding onto his waist. "When the others start being obnoxious and calling you old, you have to let me remind you you're just right so far as I'm concerned. And that my opinion counts more. Because I say so." Selfish and childish again but she didn't care.
Jyabura couldn't help but laugh at that. "Sure, I can do that."
"Hehe," her eyes lit up at his laugh. "I love you," she purred in contentment.
"Love you too." How could he not?
When: Today after they picked up Nanao-chan and she she called him old
Why: Because Jyabura is adorable when sulky
What: "fight" & apology and Jyabura gets the spiffy coat she got him a while back and held onto.
Where: Jyabura's room on the sub
Rating: Uh. PG. For SUPER FLUFF.
Really at this point she should know better. She should stop trying. It kept backfiring. CLEARLY. And the last person in the world she'd wanted to upset wasn't talking. Probably sulking. At the minimum she had to make it better. Fujiko fixed Jyabura a turkey sandwich, his favorite, and set it on a plate before grabbing the black leather jacket out of its hiding spot. She'd gotten everyone presents the last time she went shopping and with the risk of winter islands coming up she didn't want her wolf getting cold. It looked good, a small silver moon emblem on the sleeve. She was almost certain he'd like it. "Jyabura," she called softly, nervously entering the room she shared. She still thought of it as his room but gradually was starting to accept the idea it was hers too now.
Jyabura was sitting on the end of the bed when he heard her, staring aimlessly out the porthole. "What?" he asked, flat and sullen, without bothering to turn around. She had a sandwich. It was turkey. He could smell it. But that didn't mean he was going to give in, oh no. He was offended, damn it, and no amount of making amends was going to stop him from sulking right now. Even if he was kind of hungry.
Fujiko sighed. He was definitely mad at her and sulking about it. She knew better than anyone how much his age bothered him but she wanted him to be older. To have experiences that kept him alive, stories to tell, knowledge, wisdom, help keep her from doing something stupid like she did thirty times a day. She'd been hoping that by teasing him he'd know she was playing and thus it wouldn't hurt next month when someone like Fukuro or Kalifa or Kaku brought it up daily. After Kaku caused Jyabura just to doubt himself on his friends all being girls, underage, or gay she'd been concerned. "I brought you two presents," she sighed, inching closer to put the sandwich near his nose. "You can eat and be mad at the same time."
...Well, Jyabura couldn't argue with that logic. He could, however, snatch the sandwich and proceed to eat it in the most annoyed and defiant manner possible, without comment. He wasn't about to ask about the other present (unless the sandwich didn't count as a present?), although he was curious. He didn't even look up. So there.
As always, Jyabura was adorable in Fujiko's eyes. Sulking like a sullen teen even though he was frustrated about being old. It was adorably ironic if nothing else. She draped the black jacket on his shoulders so it hung off loosely but still on him like a blanket. "Hm. Not bad," she stated pleased with her choice. She crawled up onto the bed on her side, propping her hand up on arm. "I'm sorry," she apologized, "You don't have to forgive me... I just thought if I said it, you'd know I was teasing and then when others said you could ignore them." She sighed and rolled onto her back trying to figure out what else to say if anything.
Jyabura paused when he felt the jacket on his shoulders, then stopped and dropped the half-finished sandwich back on the plate and pulled it off his shoulders to look at it. It was...nice. Very nice. It was sort of hard to be mad when someone gave you something awesome and probably expensive and then acted all sad. He sighed. "...Thanks," he muttered reluctantly. "S'nice." And after a moment's hesitation, he pulled it on and turned to face Fujiko, feeling a little awkward about the whole thing. "Look okay?"
She grinned cheerfully at that, proud of him for putting it on and showing it off, "It looks good!" she beamed genuinely pleased. "You like it?" she looked up at his his dark brown eyes with her own large ones.
"...Yeah." Damn it, he wished he could stay mad when she gave him the big-brown-eyes look. "Yeah, I do. It's really great. Thanks." He ran his hand over the sleeve a few times, experimental. "S'warm. Hey, it's got a moon on it." He sighed again, scratching the back of his head uncertainly. "Sorry," he said gruffly.
"No don't be," she frowned. "I'm the one who fucked up." She inched closer wanting to wrap arms around him and at least be touching him so he knew she meant it. "I know you hate that. And I just... Jyabura... you know I don't think you're old at all, don't you?"
He sighed. "Yeah. Whatever. Doesn't matter if you think I'm old. You woulda fucked Silvers and he was twice my age." He shrugged. "I'm just gonna have to grow a thicker skin about it, okay? I know. It's just...it's weird. There comes a point for a Rokushiki user where strength starts to deteriorate pretty fast, and - you know what, never mind, I'm just being an idiot."
She blushed red at the Silvers comment, "He's like an uncle Jyabura. And I would not. I have you and..." she trailed off, that wasn't really the point. "Jyabura," Fujiko started nervously, reaching out pet an earbobe of his between a thumb and stroking the rest of his ear in her hand. "You don't think you've reached that point do you? Tch. Putting so much emphasis on the..." to be fair, she was probably going to freak out herself the minute she started showing any aging. "All that matters is what you think. I guess it's just the same as before, you know? I wish you could see yourself the way I see you."
Even knowing that the argument was stupid, Jyabura still had a compulsion to be annoyed at Fujiko, but the second she started petting his ear like that it became impossible. He leaned into it a bit and hummed in reluctant approval. "I don't know," he said with a heavy sigh. "I don't think I have. But what if I'm wrong? What if it's just around the corner? What use am I supposed to be if I can't...fight. Fight for anything or protect anything. I'm just a lump taking up space."
Fujiko frowned even more at that, snuggling closer and wrapping partially around his waist, her chest in his lap, and fingers still petting away at his ear, every so often, switching to give the other a break. "First off. You're underestimating your own intelligence I think. You're pretty clever most times and that's going to be your biggest asset in battle. And secondly, don't worry about deteriorating. Even IF it happens," she tapped his nose with a long finger, "And I don't think it will, you've got at least some time to go. So learn other ways to fight. You're smart and old dogs can learn new tricks." She kissed him on the cheek as a reminder that she was kidding about the old comment. "And thirdly... You'll always be able to protect this crew as long as you're alive. Look at Silvers. You think he can't fight anymore? And he was going senile!"
"Yeah, yeah." It was the only commentary Jyabura was really capable of with the way she kept petting him like that. "...I think you're overestimating my intelligence, babe. But I know. I'm trying. I keep trying to...work around that. It's hard. And...yeah, that was him, but I'm not him. And great, make me paranoid about going senile too. Pretty sure I'm too young for that one, at least." He ran his fingers through Fujiko's hair at the nape of her neck, turning a little to look her in the eye. "You're way to good for me, you know that? You're too young for me, you're too pretty, you're too smart, and you put up with more shit than you ever should." No matter how many times she complimented him, it was still too hard to believe. She was a little crazy, after all, much as he loved her.
She snorted at that, neck arching up into his strong touch more. "On this you're wrong on all accounts," she wave a hand dismissively. "Sometimes I overestimate people but only when they give me reason to. And you're incredibly sexy, the sexiest so far as I'm concerned so there's no way I could be too pretty for you. And you're stronger than me in ever way there is, and if you weren't smart you wouldn't be able to keep me amused." She knew she was smart and she knew she had a propensity to get herself in trouble when bored. Looking him square in the eye Fujiko continued assertively, "I need someone older than me. Someone smart enough and wise enough so stop me from doing something that'll get me killed. Someone experienced in this world enough to know the purple toads aren't my friends. I need you Jyabura and I won't settle for anything less." She kissed his ear softly.
"And you're building up the age difference to way more than it is. I'm older than Kaku and Kalifa. And so what? Even if you were 30 years older than me, so long as you were you you I'd still want you. And don't tell me that's because I'm insane," she put a finger to his lips. "It's because on SOMETHINGS I'm smart, and this is one of them. Dangerous ocean, dangerous life. That you've lived this long even in spite of everything means you know the most of how to keep me safe. That's what I want. I don't want a bubble, I still want to live and do things and feel alive but I want someone protecting me too. I want you to. 37 isn't old. And each year you get older, it means the more you've learned and the better you can protect me. How could I not love that?" She sighed. She was being selfish but maybe it would let him understand why it meant a lot to her because it did. "All those teenagers who call you old, how many disappear or die?"
Jyabura had heard her say most of that at different times, some of it he'd never heard before, and most of it, he'd never paid attention to or believed in. It had all seemed...trivial. Unreal. Like something she was just making up to placate him. But having her explain it like that, like it was real, like she was serious, was... "Fuji," he said, after a moment of slightly overwhelmed hesitation, "I'm...I'm always gonna think I'm not good enough for you. No matter what you say, I'm not. Nobody is. But I'm always gonna try to be the best I can be. For you. Okay?"
"Yeah love," she grinned. "You're allowed to think no one's good enough for me, makes me feel better even if you're wrong. Just don't beat yourself up so much. The world will kick you down plenty, no need to give them a head-start." She kissed his cheek again, wrapping her arms tight around his chest and breathing in deep his smell. "Hey. Next month. I figured you don't want a big party reminding you. So we'll sneak out. And go on a date, just you and me. Sound good?"
"Yeah," he said, wrapping his arms around her and leaning his head against her hair. "That sounds great." And it really did.
"Oh yeah? What's that?" Jyabura knew that look.
Fujiko snuggled closer, possessively holding onto his waist. "When the others start being obnoxious and calling you old, you have to let me remind you you're just right so far as I'm concerned. And that my opinion counts more. Because I say so." Selfish and childish again but she didn't care.
Jyabura couldn't help but laugh at that. "Sure, I can do that."
"Hehe," her eyes lit up at his laugh. "I love you," she purred in contentment.
"Love you too." How could he not?