[Kazuya was greeted with the disgustingly familiar sensation of nausea once the world decided to solidify again. Everything was a confusing mess, senses still not catching up with the rest of his body.
Teleporting. Teleporting had become horrendous lately.
While never being particularly skilled at it before, something in Cerealia was screwing with it to the point where he couldn't even go two feet without getting stuck in walls or accidentally detaching limbs. Needless to say those mishaps were the most traumatic ones and didn't really help with his current performance issues.
This time he cautiously opened his eyes once he was semi-certain that he wasn't going to barf and that he possessed all of his limbs. He was upside down in an unfamiliar room. He blinked groggily, staring up - or down? - and seeing that one leg was stuck in the ceiling, leaving him dangling like a disturbing human chandelier.
[ A chandelier is the one thing Hyoubu hasn't added to his apartment, principally because it's the sort of thing his roommate would actually notice. All of his other improvements have been subtle: a softer carpet, more luxurious sofa upholstery, a painting or several on the walls, an enormous TV screen (ok that one wasn't so subtle), speakers built into the walls.
(He's going to create a pocket-space onsen in the bathroom sometime soon, as a fait accompli, ssh.)
Kazuya's appearance is something he felt before he saw: the sensation of space bending until it breaks, and lets something through. He looks up. ]
[Kazuya made a noise that was both disgusted and sick at that terrible pun, despairing over where he'd dumped himself. Great. He was trapped here with Major Hyou-Kyou as an unmovable target . God have mercy...]
I'm gonna dropkick you... [The threat would have had some degree of danger to it if Kazuya hadn't sounded so totally wretched. He mentally made some dazed calculations, contemplating a partial teleport. He might dismember himself, but- ah shit, no, he might traumatised the poor man an get blood all over his carpet] Ngh... no, puke...
[Yes, that was a better idea. Kazuya even began to look an alarming shade of pale green]
[ He has quite a bit of experience with kids just learning to teleport, including the inevitable mishaps. That tell-tale green look is probably relativistic motion sickness or else... ]
Forget to teleport your stomach, too?
[ He ruffles Kazuya's hair from below, using his bodily control and psychometry to make sure Kazuya is whole. And then he uses his own esp to try to get the boy out of the ceiling before he vomits over everything — or at least, over his things. ]
[Kazuya whined at the hair ruffle, aimlessly waving an arm around to blindly fend him off. Needless to say it was highly ineffective since any and all movement made him want to die, so he tried to move without really moving which didn't really work. Maybe he had left an organ behind-
He made a noise when his leg was suddenly free and whole and - sitting on the floor. Oh, when did that happen? Did Hyoubu do that? His brain was struggling to keep up - it always felt particularly sludge-like after a failed teleport - and he blinked at Hyoubu rather stupidly for a moment, the nausea beginning to ease a little]
Shit. [A few deep breaths - all organs were there, good, all limbs, okay, yes-] I hate teleporting.
Ugh. That's what I'd been aiming for; dropping by like a normal person.
[Well, more like, pop into the corridor, knock on his door, then teleport away in an effort to prank him out of sheer boredom. Whether it worked or not, well, it was something. He might've gotten an interesting reaction out of it]
The space in this place is messed up. [Demons teleported by folding space over and merely stepping between the now shortened gap, but manipulating Cerealia in that fashion was... disasterous. He sighed, colour beginning to return to his face as the nausea slowly passed, absently patting at his limbs just to make doubly sure they were there] At least I didn't dismember myself this time. That'd been scary...
[ He knows what Kazuya means, however, and his expression relaxes. It occurs to him that the boy who calls him Major Hyou-Kyou might have had mischief in mind when he decided to teleport, but even so... it's the sort of thing a friend might do.
[Kazuya glanced at his arm, rubbing it just above the elbow as a faint grimace crossed his face. Although dismemberment wasn't all that big of a deal amongst demons (bodies were adjustable, and creating or regenerating a whole new limb was, while annoying, not beyond the abilities of even the lowest level demon), Kazuya still thought of things in a very human way, so naturally the memory of finding himself without an arm was... upsetting. And embarrassing. He'd cried a lot when it happened he won't lie, but will always insist that it was manly crying. Yes.]
I messed up a jump really badly at one point. I got to my destination, but I, er, left my arm behind. [he peeled back the hem of his short sleeve, showing the slightly raised red line that circled his bicep, an inch above his elbow] See? Trust me, there's nothing more scary than finding that suddenly gone! I had to send Metatron to go get my arm for me, since I was way too woozy to safely jump back for it. Ugh, I don't even wanna remember it...
[ His eyes widen. Gazing at the red line, he remembers the first time he saw Mio do her partial teleportation. He'd been aghast, and then so relieved when he realized it was her particular power, and that her arms weren't actually detached, that he'd hugged her and... and that probably was the cause of her mad crush on him all these years.
He exhales. ]
"Woozy," huh?
Could have been worse. At least you didn't...
[ There's that certain glint in his eye, which by this time should have started to become familiar. ]
...lose your head.
[ That's right. It's the glint of an imminent pun. ]
[Kazuya simply stared at him, his eyebrow giving a slight twitch. Damn, that was a brilliant pun...]
That was lame. [He was jealous he didn't think of it first!] Here I am telling you something traumatic, and you come out with that. Where's the sympathy in this world?
[Kazuya let out a dramatic huff, throwing his arms up in the air - before lowering them with a smile that can be called sly]
I think you owe me some food for that level of callousness.
[It actually worked? Hah, well, getting stuck in the ceiling was worth this trip after all!
Kazuya's sly grin became pleased, and he promptly lurched forwards, sprawling himself on his stomach on Hyoubu's floor (what a nice carpet) like some sort of child. Legs bent, ankles hooked together and feet swaying in the air, he called out in his most cheerful voice;]
[What a jerk! And here he thought he was getting a freebie. Sniffing in disappointment Kazuya obediently picked up the onion and dragged his feet towards the kitchen, a low, near inaudible noise rumbling in the back off his throat]
[ Hyoubu’s used to dealing with whiny teenagers, probably because he is one if there are any actual adults around. However, he defaults to old man mode when he's the relative grownup, and so he's in the kitchen pulling out ingredients from the refrigerator. Because this is an old man who gives out cod liver oil drops on White Day, most of those ingredients look suspiciously healthy: mostly vegetables, and also rice. There are also a few strips of what might be bacon. ]
Okonomiyaki
[ Japanese pancake, albeit savory. ]
Chop that.
[ That being the onion. He hands Kazuya a large knife. ]
[What a disappointment! Here Kazuya got all hyped for a cake full of unhealthy sugaryness, and he gets okonomiyaki instead. Not that he had anything against okonomiyaki, but when one anticipates cake, well...]
Er... [Kazuya stared at the knife that was now in his hand, and then at the onion that was in the other, looking flummoxed] Cut this? But...
[Onions were the vegetables of the demon world! They made your eyes sting and they had a horrible smell too! He pursed his lips, stopping himself from letting out the childish whines that wanted to escape, and moved to the counter where the chopping board was located whilst oozing sulkiness. The shit he went through for food, man]
This isn't how I envisioned my visit, being forced to slave in a kitchen.
[Dramatic as always, Kazuya. He chopped the onions with rough aggression, somehow managing not to slice his fingers off despite the careless way he was handling the knife. Within the first two chops, he could already feel the stinging start to attack his eyes. Stupid onion. The next chop left a shallow, yet noticable groove in the chopping block, having forced the knife a little too hard that time. He winced. Oops. Strength, watch your strength.]
[Kazuya relaxed when he wasn't berated for damaging the chopping board, and squinted at the uneven, messy blocks of onion he'd already made. Smaller? Very fine? He wasn't an expert chef here! Trying to make them all thin was just asking him to cut his fingers off, or something equally inconvenient]
I'm gonna chop my fingers off, just watch. [Despite his complaining, he did as he was told, the aggressive movements of his wrist becoming more careful and calculated. His demonic reflexes were on edge, ready to jerk his fingers away from the edge of the knife if it slipped on the onion blocks, a low hum thrumming in the back of his throat from concentration] Shit, this will be easier with my claws...
[ Hyoubu has made a career of finding kids with powers and helping them feel okay about them. The oddest powers are worthy of praise, and even the quirkiest of personalities is tolerated, because all espers are family.
So when he hears Kazuya mention "claws," his ears perk up. ]
Claws?
Sure. However you want to do it, it's fine with me.
[Hm, well, far be it from him to look a gift horse in the mouth. Most people tended to get rather uncomfortable when he demonstrated qualities that were rather inhuman, despite being forewarned about his actual species. Man, this was why he liked Major Hyou-Kyou, weird fetishes aside. He just took everything in stride.
He set the knife down, and, before Hyoubu could change his mind, gave his hand a little flick. In an instant, his fingers were claws, as if they had always been as such, the surface a deep black and smooth right up to the knuckles. He flexed his claws, the digits bending as easily as normal fingers despite the fact that they lacked any proper joints (demons never obeyed the laws of biology or physics), and then wriggled them, testing to see if he did the minor shapeshifting well enough]
There we go. [He picked up the remaining pieces of onion with his clawed hand - and clenched. Thin slivers of onion dropped onto the chopping board, the claws having sliced through as easily as a hot knife through butter] Much easier.
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Teleporting. Teleporting had become horrendous lately.
While never being particularly skilled at it before, something in Cerealia was screwing with it to the point where he couldn't even go two feet without getting stuck in walls or accidentally detaching limbs. Needless to say those mishaps were the most traumatic ones and didn't really help with his current performance issues.
This time he cautiously opened his eyes once he was semi-certain that he wasn't going to barf and that he possessed all of his limbs. He was upside down in an unfamiliar room. He blinked groggily, staring up - or down? - and seeing that one leg was stuck in the ceiling, leaving him dangling like a disturbing human chandelier.
Well...]
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(He's going to create a pocket-space onsen in the bathroom sometime soon, as a fait accompli, ssh.)
Kazuya's appearance is something he felt before he saw: the sensation of space bending until it breaks, and lets something through. He looks up. ]
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I'm gonna dropkick you... [The threat would have had some degree of danger to it if Kazuya hadn't sounded so totally wretched. He mentally made some dazed calculations, contemplating a partial teleport. He might dismember himself, but- ah shit, no, he might traumatised the poor man an get blood all over his carpet] Ngh... no, puke...
[Yes, that was a better idea. Kazuya even began to look an alarming shade of pale green]
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Forget to teleport your stomach, too?
[ He ruffles Kazuya's hair from below, using his bodily control and psychometry to make sure Kazuya is whole. And then he uses his own esp to try to get the boy out of the ceiling before he vomits over everything — or at least, over his things. ]
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He made a noise when his leg was suddenly free and whole and - sitting on the floor. Oh, when did that happen? Did Hyoubu do that? His brain was struggling to keep up - it always felt particularly sludge-like after a failed teleport - and he blinked at Hyoubu rather stupidly for a moment, the nausea beginning to ease a little]
Shit. [A few deep breaths - all organs were there, good, all limbs, okay, yes-] I hate teleporting.
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[ He crouches down, next to Kazuya. Projectile vomiting no longer seems imminent. Good. ]
I'm flattered, but you could have just knocked.
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[Well, more like, pop into the corridor, knock on his door, then teleport away in an effort to prank him out of sheer boredom. Whether it worked or not, well, it was something. He might've gotten an interesting reaction out of it]
The space in this place is messed up. [Demons teleported by folding space over and merely stepping between the now shortened gap, but manipulating Cerealia in that fashion was... disasterous. He sighed, colour beginning to return to his face as the nausea slowly passed, absently patting at his limbs just to make doubly sure they were there] At least I didn't dismember myself this time. That'd been scary...
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Eh? "This time"?
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[Kazuya glanced at his arm, rubbing it just above the elbow as a faint grimace crossed his face. Although dismemberment wasn't all that big of a deal amongst demons (bodies were adjustable, and creating or regenerating a whole new limb was, while annoying, not beyond the abilities of even the lowest level demon), Kazuya still thought of things in a very human way, so naturally the memory of finding himself without an arm was... upsetting. And embarrassing. He'd cried a lot when it happened he won't lie, but will always insist that it was manly crying. Yes.]
I messed up a jump really badly at one point. I got to my destination, but I, er, left my arm behind. [he peeled back the hem of his short sleeve, showing the slightly raised red line that circled his bicep, an inch above his elbow] See? Trust me, there's nothing more scary than finding that suddenly gone! I had to send Metatron to go get my arm for me, since I was way too woozy to safely jump back for it. Ugh, I don't even wanna remember it...
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He exhales. ]
"Woozy," huh?
Could have been worse. At least you didn't...
[ There's that certain glint in his eye, which by this time should have started to become familiar. ]
...lose your head.
[ That's right. It's the glint of an imminent pun. ]
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That was lame. [He was jealous he didn't think of it first!] Here I am telling you something traumatic, and you come out with that. Where's the sympathy in this world?
[Kazuya let out a dramatic huff, throwing his arms up in the air - before lowering them with a smile that can be called sly]
I think you owe me some food for that level of callousness.
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Is that so?
[ He'd been crouching down next to Kazuya, but now he rolls back on his heels and stands, starting to drift off towards the kitchen. ]
What would you like?
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Kazuya's sly grin became pleased, and he promptly lurched forwards, sprawling himself on his stomach on Hyoubu's floor (what a nice carpet) like some sort of child. Legs bent, ankles hooked together and feet swaying in the air, he called out in his most cheerful voice;]
Something sweet and big! Like a big ol' cake!
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You're going to have to help cook, if you want to eat. Get in here.
[ An onion materializes a foot above Kazuya's head, at which point, gravity takes over. ]
And bring that with you.
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[What a jerk! And here he thought he was getting a freebie. Sniffing in disappointment Kazuya obediently picked up the onion and dragged his feet towards the kitchen, a low, near inaudible noise rumbling in the back off his throat]
What type of cake has an onion in it... hmph...
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Okonomiyaki
[ Japanese pancake, albeit savory. ]
Chop that.
[ That being the onion. He hands Kazuya a large knife. ]
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Er... [Kazuya stared at the knife that was now in his hand, and then at the onion that was in the other, looking flummoxed] Cut this? But...
[Onions were the vegetables of the demon world! They made your eyes sting and they had a horrible smell too! He pursed his lips, stopping himself from letting out the childish whines that wanted to escape, and moved to the counter where the chopping board was located whilst oozing sulkiness. The shit he went through for food, man]
This isn't how I envisioned my visit, being forced to slave in a kitchen.
[Dramatic as always, Kazuya. He chopped the onions with rough aggression, somehow managing not to slice his fingers off despite the careless way he was handling the knife. Within the first two chops, he could already feel the stinging start to attack his eyes. Stupid onion. The next chop left a shallow, yet noticable groove in the chopping block, having forced the knife a little too hard that time. He winced. Oops. Strength, watch your strength.]
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That'll teach you to drop in without warning.
[ He glances over and notices the groove in the cutting board, but doesn't comment on it, simply adding instead: ]
You'll need to cut those pieces smaller. Very fine.
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I'm gonna chop my fingers off, just watch. [Despite his complaining, he did as he was told, the aggressive movements of his wrist becoming more careful and calculated. His demonic reflexes were on edge, ready to jerk his fingers away from the edge of the knife if it slipped on the onion blocks, a low hum thrumming in the back of his throat from concentration] Shit, this will be easier with my claws...
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So when he hears Kazuya mention "claws," his ears perk up. ]
Claws?
Sure. However you want to do it, it's fine with me.
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[Hm, well, far be it from him to look a gift horse in the mouth. Most people tended to get rather uncomfortable when he demonstrated qualities that were rather inhuman, despite being forewarned about his actual species. Man, this was why he liked Major Hyou-Kyou, weird fetishes aside. He just took everything in stride.
He set the knife down, and, before Hyoubu could change his mind, gave his hand a little flick. In an instant, his fingers were claws, as if they had always been as such, the surface a deep black and smooth right up to the knuckles. He flexed his claws, the digits bending as easily as normal fingers despite the fact that they lacked any proper joints (demons never obeyed the laws of biology or physics), and then wriggled them, testing to see if he did the minor shapeshifting well enough]
There we go. [He picked up the remaining pieces of onion with his clawed hand - and clenched. Thin slivers of onion dropped onto the chopping board, the claws having sliced through as easily as a hot knife through butter] Much easier.
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