bonercity | 【OPEN】☆ SAITOU SHIMARU

[Saitou didn't talk much, which was okay. He could handle quiet. Having someone like Nino for a best friend Adrien was actually pretty accustomed to being the quiet one, so being the one that actually talked in a friendship was sort of weird! But he took what he could get, seeing as friendship? Was still about the coolest novel concept to him. Ever.]

[He'd taken to carrying around an extra notebook in his bag, specifically for instances of running into Saitou. It seemed like the guy preferred to write than verbalize, and somehow writing in a notebook was less weird than exchanging text messages in the same room.]

[And it probably looked a little funny for a blond kid with a notebook to sit on a fence wall with his legs swung over the side of it and a notebook in his lap, talking to someone in the yard, but he didn't mind a few people thinking he was a stray cat, anyhow.]

So you were telling me about where you're from-- and you're actually a Samurai?

_{[ Everybody has secrets— and Adrien was no exception. It was true— since they were housed together, being put in a situation where he had to board with somebody also opened up the opportunity to be friends. He wanted to know anything his "son" had to hide and he was wondering if maybe Adrien felt the same.

Which was good, and exciting! But also.. really nerve wrecking and crippling.

Being brought here didn't do away with his attire, which was probably too fancy for a quaint little neighborhood. It also didn't encourage him to remove the two katana that were strapped to his back. He looked like he could kill anyone who looked at him wrong with that stoic gaze and armed weaponry; wearing mostly black and gold as the Shinsengumi often did.

Right now, one of the katana is drawn from the back, spinning idly in his hand as his feet cross over each other eloquently. What was he about to do?
The voice from the other distracts him to stop everything and he merely looks at him vacantly. Oh, right. They did get that far, didn't they?

Edo, Japan. 18** something. It look a lot to get that out of him, but he was able to inform Adrien of this recently.

Anyway, he successfully gets a mere nod out of him. Progress! ]}

Edited 2016-01-14 07:10 (UTC)

[Adrien did have his own share of secrets, yes. And it had never fully been his decision to keep them secrets-- There was rubric with being a superhero, rubric that was strictly enforced by his partner. She swore they were to never reveal their identities, to each other or to anyone else. It was for their safety, the safety of Paris, and the safety of their Kwami. So he was happy enough to share all there was to know about Adrien Agreste, but Chat Noir wasn't something he was going to bring up for a long time, if at all.]

[It helped, he figured, that he couldn't even utilize the transformation here, what with Plagg somehow not coming along. He was still puzzling over that one, but with the observational skills of many of the people he'd already met in this strange little suburban neighborhood, he almost considered it a blessing. He had probably already been caught more than once forlornly turning the ring on his right ring finger around on his knuckle, but it was easy enough to tell a half-truth of missing someone from home when he was questioned about it.]

[He hefts the notebook toward Saitou like he plans to throw it.]

Tell me about it! It sounds really interesting.

_{[ Tell him about it? It sounds really interesting? Would he really find it that interesting? About how aliens came from space and eventually conquered the Bakufu government that sided with them? What if he didn't find it interesting at all? What if he didn't get his facts right about his home and misinformed Adrien? More importantly.. what if he didn't believe him and rejected him?

Saitou braces himself for the throw, but it looks more like he's about to go into battle rather than just catching the damn thing. ]}

[He would totally find it interesting. Physics may be his favorite subject, but he'd had to prove to his father that he could take any schooling thrown at him to be allowed to attend public school. Given his interests also trickled into Asian culture (primarily because he spoke Chinese and watched anime, but who was paying attention), the entire situation of Saitou's homeland was bound to fascinate and excite the French teenager.]

[He smiles broadly at the way Saitou braces for impact, and tosses the notebook easily. There was a green ballpoint pen slipped into the spiral binding for Saitou to write with.]

_{[ Oh! Okay, well. This was very courteous of Adrien. He catches it, though it's a bit of a clumsy catch and has to struggle to keep a good grasp of the thing without dropping it.

sweats,,,,
He holds it for a moment and opens the spiral bound book, pulling the pen out of it. Uh. His mind draws a blank; he doesn't even know where to begin. Should he write the date? Should he write about how Edo was a city that once flourished with samurai, and how now he was one of the select few could carry a sword legally by working with the government? Should he talk about how he and the rest of the Shinsengumi have a duty to protect the Shogun? What parts of this home could be interesting?

Uh. He starts with something simple that he really enjoys— maybe Adrien will enjoy it too.
When he's done writing, by Holly Heights magic, Adrien can read it (rather, I think now he writes in English) and it says: ]}

I enjoy the toiletz.
We didn't used to have thoze.

_{[ true enough, the Amanto brought them here. ]}

Edited (poots) 2016-01-15 06:06 (UTC)

[His smile was positively catlike from the fence, and after letting Saitou deliberate over his writing for a moment he hopped down, landing delicately in a crouch. He meandered over with his hands clasped behind his back and peered at the book with a brief smile to Saitou before he got too close.]

[The words on the paper made him burst out in startled, unintentional laughter, and then he fixed Saitou with a perplexed grin when he'd sobered himself.]

I guess that makes sense, given the time period.

_{[ He's laughing? He's definitely laughing. Was this good kind of laughing or was he assuming the worst— that he was laughing at him instead? The only indication of his nervousness is a bit of wrinkles near his forehead and sweat at his brow.

He turns the page and writes something else: ]}

Don't worry.
I flush every timez.
_{[ how to small talk... ]}

Do you like toilets too?

[This conversation was ridiculous. But something about it was charming. Saitou was a funny guy, and it wasn't like Adrien was the most socially adjusted kid out there anyway. He was used to awkward conversations. He smiled, laughed again, and raised his hands to wave them in a dismissive gesture.]

Definitely not something I was worried about. Though it's good I don't need to change that.

[A shrug, and he sets a hand on the back of his neck, rubbing at it absently.]

I mean, I'm from an era where they've always been around, so I guess I kinda take them for granted.

_{[ Oh my god. Laughing again. What was so funny? It was something about his hair, right? Before his thoughts get carried away (again, like they always do) he decides maybe he should ask an important question about all of this: ]}

Did your toilets come from space too?
_{[ cause, I mean. The Amanto brought a lot of stuff with them from the stars.
where does your foreign concept of a toilet come from, son... ...

oh my god??? this is like.. having an actual conversation. Incredible. ]}

[He clipped his laughter at the temporary look of alarm on Saitou's face, swallowing it to not make it seem like he was laughing at him. He was, a little, in a way, because his not-dad in a weird suburban neighborhood he'd been kidnapped to was starting off a conversation about his homeland with toilets, and to a fifteen year old there was just no way that wasn't going to be funny. But mostly he was just happy, because the notion of dad and having a conversation were things he sorely missed with his biological father.]

[Of course, the question caught him more than off guard and the mirth dropped from his face, replaced by sheer confusion, and his mouth slid agape as he tried to process it.]

[Space... toilets?? Toilets from space???]

[He cleared his throat, shaking his head with a smile.]

N...o. No, they didn't. They were... Developed? I guess? I can't say I've actually looked into the history of the commode.

Edited 2016-01-15 16:31 (UTC)

_{[ This is fine. This is okay. We're okay with this turn of events. Leave your actual papi out of this.

Developed? Developed by who? Who was the genius behind toilets? Who thought of pooping in a bucket of water that disposes the waste was much better than just pooping in a hole and burying it like a cat (though, maybe Adrien wouldn't mind that..)

Oh, he's gotta stop thinking.
Anyway, he gets writing! But this time, a little bit of art is involved. He draws what appears to be a Japanese style floor toilet, along with a giant question mark next to it.

Do you poop in those too, Adrien?
He even draws a stick man squatting over it. ]}

[This is a discussion that has been brought up before, re: Chat Noir and litter pans. No, thank you, he will do his business like a normal human since he only harbors catlike behavior when transformed, thank you.]

[He peers curiously at Saitou's drawing, face quirking in recognition. Right, the Japanese used the funny squat-toilets too, didn't they. He laughs shortly at the stick man squatting over the drawing, bringing a hand to his face.]

They're a little less common in public spaces like my school, and Father wouldn't have installed that style if he'd been paid in publicity for it, but that style of toilet is used in France, too.

_{[ Oh. Here is something he didn't know. His "son" was French? They talk so less; he didn't even know. Well, now he felt kinda stupid. He didn't know too much about France (or much more in the direction of West) but he's glad they have something in common.

Like floor toilets. ]}
It's healthier for your digestive system. ♥
_{[ was that a heart there? ???? from somebody as mysterious as him, yes it was. ]}

[The Frenchness of him is entirely more apparent in his alter ego, but until Holly Heights has the pleasure of meeting Chat Noir, Adrien is a little mild for a Frenchman. Or maybe he's just young. It's hard to say.]

[And even if floor toilets are the only thing they have in common, he's all right with that. One thing is better than nothing. Even if it's toilets.]

[He laughs, shaking his head and then nodding right after.]

So I hear. Father-- er, my father, back at home, [He jerks his thumb backward over his shoulder idly.] Has... eh, I guess you could call it expensive tastes. He's a designer, so he makes everything really fancy and overdone. I only ever see those kind of toilets out places.

[He taps the notebook where Saitou's drawing of a stick figure taking a shit is. This conversation.]

_{[ Saitou just watches his kid and his lips move. Wow, chat a chatty child he has! He... isn't sure what to say next? He's talking about his father— his father was rich? That must be nice. He didn't really have time to get to know his father very well. Even around them, he was shy and had a hard time speaking.

—Then he had to flee the city because he accidentally killed a guy. You know. ]}

Remember to eat plenty of leafy greens and drink water thenz.☺
_{[ this guy was overly concerned about bathroom habits, wasn't he? ]}

[Sounds like they both have some level of Daddy Issues. That's fine, the conversational topic of Fathers is a short-lived one, especially when Saitou brings it back to toilets.]

[Adrien could honestly say he hadn't laughed this often outside of school in a long time. He grinned up at Saitou.]

I've always been pretty good at eating healthy, you don't have to worry about these guts.

[He pat his stomach gently, finding the gesture entirely silly, and yet still somehow necessary.]

_{[ Toilets are better discussion anyway. He's practically fascinated with them (and spends a lot of time with them.)
Anyway, Adrien is grinning. Shit. He feels compelled to grin too, but that usually doesn't go over well. Besides, his mouth is covered by a mask anyway. He's not even gonna try. Nope. Not today. Not even when Adrien looks so happy and cute.
His eyes flicker down to Adrien's tummy. Well, okay. good. ]}

I'll be watching your peaz.
And green pepperz.

_{[ He'll be watching. Something about this seems ominous, but maybe Adrien doesn't catch that.. especially with how nice he is being. ]}

If you don't finish thoze,
There will be consequencez.
_{[ Again, a little intimidating, especially with how he is spinning his blade with his free hand that isn't holding the notepad, but.. ]}

Edited 2016-01-20 18:28 (UTC)

[This was such a novel concept. Sure, he knew the "family" situations weren't real, they were just titles for the weird forced living arrangements here. But the notion that Saitou would be paying attention to what he ate-- thus having meals with him --was something that Adrien had to swallow a giddy bubble in his throat about. He didn't want to spook the guy, since he seemed a little skittish already, so he wasn't about to be openly uproarious about having family dinners.]

[Or family time of any sort. Like he was having right now. ...about toilets, and bowel movements, and a lot of weird stuff, but hey. It was something.]

[And maybe it was the fact that his superhero alter-ego regularly fought villains who were pretty scary themselves, but nothing about Saitou struck him as off or even slightly intimidating yet. Sure, he was odd for his fixation on modern plumbling, but everyone had a passion. Even if it was strange.]

[He raised his right hand, setting his left over his heart.]

I promise to finish all my vegetables. Cat's Hon-- Scout's. Honor.

_{[ That's very good. He doesn't even catch onto the cat's honor part— except maybe this was a hint he wanted a family pet already? Saitou would have to look into it. What a charming boy!
His red gaze fixates on Adrien for awhile before another note appears. ]}

You know what happens when you don't finish them.
You will regret it. ☠
_{[ That was a skull and crossbones? What did that even mean?
Anyway, Saitou is already running out of things to say and it's making him nervous so.. he'll just drop the notebook and push it off to the side with his foot.

He begins to walk off, twirling his blade again. ]}

[Being on a mission during this time of year was always the worst. Didn't we all see how the skii vacation arc go?! Hopefully this time there won't be any actual dicks he would have to... smell...]

Sh-sh-shimaru-niisan... Shimaru-niisan...

[He floofs and pats Saitou's hair.]

You have an advantage. [Or at least that's what he's assuming.] Your hair is so big, it probably keeps you so warm... It's just like... a big ball of fire...

[He is now staring at it and holding his hands out to it as if it was keeping him warm.]

_{[ Going on these missions weren't Shimaru's specialty, but he'll do it. He'll go along with it, especially if Okita is going.
And although his head was plenty warm, Shimaru took the liberty to bundle himself up neatly in... a scarf. There was a scarf, and his usual cool outfit. The scarf is a pretty green color (green was his favorite color, not like anybody knew that.) It wrapped completely around his neck and over his lips, hiding them.

His muscle stiffen when he feels himself being touched and he slowly looks over at Okita. His head cocks to the side but then he pulls out a little notepad he has with him and writes something: ]}

???? :(

Shimaru-niisan.

[He stands close to Saitou, crossing his arms.]

Are you not cold, Shimaru-niisan? I'm freezing. I might die.

[Exaggeration is how he rolls at all times.]

Sadists can't take the heat, [even if that means something entirely different, he's still going with it] nor the cold either... We're a weak bunch on the inside, Shimaru-niisan...

_{[ He's kind of cold, but Sougo has a point. It is nice and warm with his big hair. As much of a problem as his hair usually was (Japan's summer was brutal) it had its perks, like this.

Anyway, Sougo is talking funny, like he does sometimes. It's things like this that makes Saitou happy he doesn't talk because then he wouldn't say stupid things like so many rest of the Shinsengumi do. Sadists can't take the heat or the cold? They're weak? What was any of this?
He's happy he doesn't talk, cause then he can't complain, much like Sougo is doing right now. Geeze.

What should he do to fix this situation? He doesn't know? He can't very easily share his hair effectively (I mean, he sheds, but that's not very effectively sharing his hair.) Was he implying he wanted to cuddle? Saitou has been closest to Sougo than anyone else in the entire unit and it's not like they haven't hugged or been physically close before but.. this was a mission they were on, right?
Saitou quietly sweats, feeling his nerves twist up into a bunch of knots in his belly.

What if he smells funny? What if he gets Sougo too warm? What if Sougo somehow is able to smell his butt hole from being so close? Oh man, oh man.

He gives Sougo the flattest stare, despite all of the anxious thoughts that fill his mind. He finally moves, slowly and carefully, to write on the note pad again: ]}

Are you sure you know what you are asking?

【OPEN】☆ SAITOU SHIMARU

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