(open) your heart is so beautiful, it's almost nauseating

[kimihiros]

Who: kimihiro watanuki & friends
What: january adventures
Where: adventurous places
When: jan 2021, we made it guys
Content Warnings: anxiety, alcohol, sad hours


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yuuko - cw anxiety, depression, sad boy hours

[kimihiros]

(the longer kimihiro is in the void, the more depressed he feels. this isn’t news in any way, he was never not plagued by it, but at least back at the shop, he found meaning and purpose. he existed to grant wishes for those who needed it, and by doing so, he kept her legacy alive. it was his decision, after all, to never leave the shop, waiting for her day in and day out, confined in the walls of the house. moreover, syaoran and himself were paying a price at the end of the day – kimihiro can’t leave his place, syaoran could never stay in one for too long.

here, he lacks all sense of purpose. each passing day, he wakes with an anxiety pit in his stomach. what if today is the day that yuuko returns, but he isn’t there to welcome her home? today, it hit harder, like the loneliness he has been feeling swallowed him whole. kimihiro finds himself with his back against a tree, wearing her red kimono, smoking her pipe and drinking more than he should, much like she used to against his very wishes. he looks downright miserable.)

x2

[bluecastleace]

[Funny how Iwa always seems to appear when Kimihiro needs him most(?). He observes the lonely man under the tree with a frown on his face. That’s surely not his first, third, or fifth drink. The look on Kimihiro’s face is enough to pull at Iwaizumi’s admittedly weak heartstrings, and so he approaches with a gentle but still trademark grumpy expression on his face.]

You trying to grow into one yourself? [He gestures at the tree.] How long have you been sitting out here?

[kimihiros]

I don't know.

(the speech is slurred and it's the first time he realizes that he is, indeed, drunk. this has almost never happened, kimihiro had always paced his alcohol after all, in the face of much heavier drinkers than himself.

whatever. he gets to indulge every once in a while, he justifies as he downs yet another cup, washing it down with the smoke that fills his lungs before it goes out to dissipate in the air.)

What do you need?

[bluecastleace]

[Wow. Kimihiro’s speech is actually slurring, which means—- wow. Has Iwaizumi ever actually seen him drunk drunk before? No, this isn’t good at all. He walks over with his hands stuffed stubbornly in his pockets.]

You must be starting up your own bar then, huh? You think you’ve had enough? I can barely understand you.

[An exaggeration, but it gets the point across.]

[kimihiros]

I'll decide when I had enough.

(he definitely has had enough. there are what, two, three empty bottles neatly resting near him. the one in his hands is half empty, and he fills the cup before taking a large gulp -- sigh. he fills mugetsu's as well, a creature that would definitely grow stronger from the alcohol, but here? here he just enjoys it instead.)

shrine

[kimihiros]

(it may have taken him two or three days to leave his apartment at merlaut again. sleeping, meditating, sleeping more… he concludes something while contemplating the situation he finds himself right now – he can’t give up so easy. not when he still has a purpose to fulfill and a home to return to.

at the shrine, dressed in a black and white outfit, kimihiro takes a deep, controlled breath before he focuses on the sand pendulum he’s made from a large, pointy diamond from the jewelry store and a few wires. for a while, he doesn’t move. there’s no spinning magic circle underneath him and no clear figure other than geometric patterns. Kimihiro sighs, before getting a snuggle from mugetsu, who rests on his cheek.)

We’ll try again tomorrow. Perhaps a different method.

[abeautifulgame]

I see you decided to make a new pendulum, after all.

[or may he got his back -- for all that he's never seen Kimihiro's tools before, this could be one of them. either way, he figures it's a good way to get his attention, to start a conversation, when it finally seems like a good time to interrupt. he's been standing here, watching him, for awhile, now]

[kimihiros]

Ah, Damien. (a tip of his head, a bow of sorts before he gestures to the tool. it looks pretty and the shapes it imprinted on the sand have no geometrical flaw, and yet...)

Doesn't work as intended, unfortunately.

[abeautifulgame]

[it is, in fact, very lovely. a shame that it doesn't work. still, though, he's not surprised]

That seems to be going around. [a beat] What would have happened if it had worked as intended?

[kimihiros]

An omen would appear. When I had this done for myself by someone else, it was a butterfly, for instance.

(mugetsu does the erasing, jumping on the sand and messing up the design, which grants a weak laugh from the man.)

Re: shrine

[bridge_princess]

[Dressed in white, crown on her head since she was here at the shrine, Parsee was quietly watching him work with the pendulum. It looked like magic, advanced magic. It was outside of her realm of understanding, the sort of thing Patchouli would have found fascinating. When he sighed, she cleared her throat.]

So... what was that supposed to do ?

[kimihiros]

Ah, Mizuhashi.

(he hadn't noticed her presence, so when she spoke, he jumped a little in place. it's nice to see her dressed up like that - it's important, and kimihiro himself is no exception in that matter. they honor tradition.)

Divination would be it. It supposedly should give me an omen to work with, but it hasn't so far.

[bridge_princess]

[Well, it was certainly appropriate where she was at. This place was a good one to try and attempt to keep those traditions up, at least somehow.]

Mm, I'm not sure this place is really 'up' to divination. It's not formed enough for us to have something to figure out. If the next things showing up depend on who appears, how would it know, I wonder?

Assuming anything here worked that is.

kichijoji

[kimihiros]

(the next day, kimihiro is once again lost on his way to the market. where his feet lead him is kichijoji... and an idea approaches with the force of a battalion. if the store doesn't come to him, why doesn't start his own from scratch?

catch him take one of the spacious floor-level shops, cleaning it up in his Get Shit Done At Home Outfit, struggling to push the couch inside -- too heavy, kimihiro is all bones. he'll live here from now on, so all the decoration - strikingly Japanese to the eye - sits outside while he huffs.)

Where's-- That idiot-- Ugh... Doumeki when you need him?

(kimihiro, he's dead????? the couch barely moves, but listen, he's trying.)

[forwearemany]

(They are also moving to the Kichijoji Aerial District, though for reasons more related to available spots to park their new spaceship than anything else.

They've chosen one of the higher up places, one with a platform for their ship to latch onto, and they've mostly been flying to and from the building, but luckily for Kimihiro, this time they took the ground route. They watch the man trying to get the couch inside for a moment, before chattering to get his attention.)

Do you desire assistance?

[kimihiros]

(holy shit what is this.

kimihiro takes a moment analysing legion, because even with all he has seen in his life - a lot of demons, spirits, yokai and the like, a robot is news to him. has technology advance that much while he was in the shop? is--

no use pondering so much on this. if the enormous robot wants to help, kimihiro's skinny self won't refuse.)

Only if you're willing. What can I do for you in return?

[forwearemany]

(They certainly are willing. And pretty strong, even if they're no longer quite inhumanly so. At his words, they immediately move to grab it and take it inside.

It takes them a bit of effort to move the couch, in that they can't just lift it clear over their head like it's nothing, and have to instead resort to half dragging it.)

Uncertain. We did not offer with the expectation the favor would be returned.

[bluecastleace]

[As if on cue, Kimihiro’s makeshift Doumeki arrives, and not without some judgement in his eyes. He raises a brow.]

You need some help there, Grandma?

[kimihiros]

Not from someone who can't even call me by my -- (a growl, before he attempts once more to push the couch. he definitely needs help.) Name?

[bluecastleace]

Mine? Hajime Iwaizumi.

[His grin is positively shit-eating, but at least he’s already coming over to help.]

beach

[kimihiros]

(now, there's not going to be anything that is shop worthy here in the void. there's nothing that holds magic as he knows and the storage room? full of items beyond one's imagination... but he can surely decorate it with things that remind him of home.

anything with a butterfly, a bird, a moon, or sacred-looking goes into a box for him to take back, and he's already pretty annoyed by the fact that his stay-at-home outfit is catching sand. mr. grumpiness aside, help him decorate?)

the shop 2.0.

[kimihiros]

(it looks nice enough. kimihiro has divided the store into sections -- a reception, where the guests take out their shoes, a moon painted in gold adorning the Japanese-style separation into the inner parts of the "house". pushing that to the side, one finds a small kitchen and a table in view, tea sets and alcohol bottles peacefully waiting to be perused on the counter.

if one is curious enough, they may go upstairs, where they will find the space-time witch lying on a couch in a butterfly pattern kimono, sucking in smoke that leaves his lungs through his nose. in the corner, a futon bed, in the middle of the room, a dinner table with cushions for seats.

he's not giving up.)

[bazooker]

[Haru didn't know why but there was something about the shop that drew her in. As she looked inside, it reminded her of home as she looked around the area. It didn't seem too different from what she would see in a traditional Japanese house.

What made her even more curious was the tea set and the alcohol bottles lying around. She wasn't sure if she should ask what was going on but as she took her shoes off, she ventured deeper into the store.]

Um...is anyone there?

[kimihiros]

(the fragrant smell of his tobacco, the smoke that shows the way to the upstairs should be enough answer that indeed, the witch can be found should haru go climb up to the second floor.

the place is silent - it's not like the original shop, with maru and moro running around or even mokona bitching about snacks and other food-related requests. of course, he hears her but doesn't recognize the voice. taking the pipe with him, the man rushes downstairs to see who has entered his space. the face, he does recognize.)

Oh, it's you. How may I help?

[bazooker]

[As Haru wandered around, the smell was rather strong. She didn't mind, it reminded her of how her father would discourage her from wandering around a store like this.

And yet, it made her all the more curious to look around. It wasn't until she heard a familiar voice that she looked up.]

Oh, I didn't realize you owned this store! It's nice to see you again! [She said with a giggle] I apologize, I was wondering what kind of store this was. It is very nice, it reminds me a lot of home.