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Who: Kano & OTA
What: magic practice, pettiness, finals
Where: Lumière, greenhouse, library
When: mid-month, before finals
Warnings: self-harm for prompt i., none expected for the rest
Notes: details of Kano's new Fey Contract can be found on his app

i. Lumière dormitory rooftop
[ Fey magic is a really... terrible, horrible, no good, very bad idea. But Kano is determined to make it work, this new Contract that he'd forged a couple of days ago, but it's just so different from his usual illusion magic that he'd worked ten whole years to get to the point where he is now, illusions seamless and effortless compared to him staring at his arm right now wondering what he's doing wrong?

Because his arm is bleeding, a bloody knife on his lap while he pokes at the wound with his other hand and it just comes back bloody, him wincing because it hurts and why isn't the magic working? There's nothing intuitive about this at all, and he has no idea how he's supposed to make it work, with the magic supposed to be healing and dulling pain but it's just doing the opposite for him, the pain making it hard to keep a smile on his face, and making him feel like crying a little.

With a sigh, he waves hand over the bleeding cut instead of touching it, and it disappears— simply masked underneath an illusion, but it's still there while he tries to figure out how to do this, preferably before he bleeds out.

It won't come to it, though. He has three years worth of band-aids stocked up, and he knew they would be useful someday. ]

ii. campus, on the way to the greenhouse or inside
[ But you know what always makes up for terrible days? Even more terrible ideas to get your mind off previous ones. This one isn't that bad, though, because it's something that'll have positive long-term consequences. Probably.

Anyways, it's Kano with long sleeves and pants and winter gloves and the hood of his jacket pulled over his head and eyes and also a bandanna over the rest of his face so he can have as little skin showing as possible. It isn't all because of botched healing practice, though, it's because he's lugging around a three gallon plastic jug in his arms— you know, one of those large plastic containers twice the size of your head that you can buy cheese balls in, but instead of cheese balls, it's bees.

It's a jar full of bees.

He had to ship them to a PO in town and then lug them all the way back to campus; this insect purchasing restriction is really an awful pain. ]

iii. library
[ But also, anyways, it's almost finals and while Kano did surprisingly okay on his midterms, he's got to do slightly more okay on his finals too, because exam scored are literally all that's carrying his grades without the homework to pad it.

So the library it is... Books, his arch nemesis... Him, sitting at one of the open study areas with a stack of brand new text books in front of him that barely look touched, a mug of something on the table that's a dark dark red to the point that it's almost black and also has four tea bags sitting inside it that's steeped so long the tea is no longer steaming, and also hands clamped over his ears like he's trying to block out ambient noise, or massage away a headache, or give himself a headache so he can go hang out in the infirmary for the next two weeks and not do finals.

Why does Daybreak have to be a school??? Schools suck. ]

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[ Bringing up Mario as a threat definitely has Kano standing up and making to pack his things- not that he brought much with him, just a book bag slung over his chest that does not and will never carry books, and wondering whether it'll rain soon so all this blood can be washed away without him having to worry about Mario popping out of his toilet when it's 3AM and he really needs to take a piss. ]

Something small like this, it's easy to get used to, so never mind it hurting. Anyways~ What are you doing up here, Naoki? Can I ask you to turn a blind eye to this?

[Naoki allows himself a small eyeroll, because wow you're scared of the janitor, huh? What a little baby. He shrugs, letting go of the railing and turning to lean against it, arms crossed.]

I don't really care, so sure. [He cares a little bit, but god forbid he ever tell Kano.] Just getting some air. Building's starting to get stuffy.

[ Has Naoki ever crossed paths with the janitor? He would be scared too.

But he's glad that Naoki promises to keep this to himself, Kano doubting that he's the sort to tattle, anyways, and wouldn't really have anybody to tattle to that would care much about what Kano's doing up on the roof in his free time. So he sticks his bad hand into his pocket so the arm doesn't get jostled around too much, and sidles up next to Naoki. ]

It's quiet down there, isn't it? 'cause it's finals, so the dorm always gets like that! But if you're looking for someplace fun to play... the forest, probably? Have you played much in the forest?

[ Hiking, he mostly means, not murdering jellyfish spirits, but each to their own brand of fun. ]

It's quiet up here, too. What's your point?

[Naoki actually moves away from Kano, just a little, because he needs his space and the blood smell isn't doing great things for his nerves. Speaking of nerves, he's really starting to get on them, sticking his nose into his business like that. You figure he'd know to leave a guy alone by now.]

I-- sometimes. Not so much anymore. Why do you care why I hang out, anyway? [He's clearly deflecting. The woods thing threw him off and he's trying to turn things around.]

[ It's quiet up on the roof so long as there's only one person up there at a time; quiet as Kano could be when he's alone and allowed to be wrapped up in his own thoughts, as soon as there's somebody else around, he can't help but engage, taking a step forward when Naoki steps back, like he can bully him off the roof in this manner. ]

I care, of course~ Because we never get to hang out! Why do you think that is? We live in the same dorm and everything, so isn't it unfortunate you never play with me?

[Naoki's not the smartest, even he knows that, but he knows a power play when he sees it. From that point on, he refuses to move, leaning harder against the railing and widening his stance. Gotta fortify his position here.]

Because you're annoying and I don't trust you. That's why we don't "play". [He doesn't move his arms so Kano just has to imagine the airquotes.]

[ No!!!! Give up your position... Because otherwise, Kano's just stopping right in front of Naoki, uncomfortably close for the both of them but he also doesn't want to back off. He should, though, every alarm bell in his head shouting at him to step back or get his other arm broken. ]

Heh~ Is that the reason? People who are annoying are annoying, but they can still be fun to play with! As for trust, that doesn't make a difference, does it? There are games all about distrusting people and betraying them~

[ Board games and not fist-fights-in-the-woods games, but, you know. ]

You're not listening.

[Yep, still not moving. Kano might've been here first, but this is Naoki's roof now and he wants everyone to know it. Which really just serves to make everything even more awkward, since they're right in each other's faces and the smell of blood is still hitting him pretty hard.]

We don't talk because I don't like you. Just shut up and back off.

[With that, Naoki moves to plant his hands on Kano's chest and shove, not hard enough to break anything but enough to knock him on his ass.]

[ It was coming, but a small part of Kano didn't think it would- he's hit in the chest, no resistance at all when he falls back and sits down hard on the ground, something that surprises him more than it hurts, initially, but the jolt of his arm hitting the rooftop fence causes the wound to open up and that hurts like all hell and congratulations, Naoki!! not only does he get the smell of blood, but also, for a good two seconds, the sight of it running down Kano's arm and pants, smeared across the ground in the few paces he'd taken from his originally camp spot. ]

[He's not going to lie to himself and say he didn't know would happen. Of course it did. You push someone, they fall. That's what he wanted. Something swells in his chest that feels like pride, like victory. Naoki stalks across the roof, watching blood flicker in and out of his vision and a brief look of concern crosses his face because it definitely doesn't feel like he's hallucinating.]

Come on, get up.

[He reaches a hand down for Kano to grab, to pull him back on his feet. It's not exactly his fault they're bleeding all over the place, but it's the absolute least he can do.]

[ Ugh, what a pain... Naoki had agreed to turn a blind eye to this, so Kano doesn't want to make a larger deal about it than he already has, taking Naoki's hand with his bad arm and pushing off his knees with his good one so that he really doesn't utilize Naoki's help at all. ]

I'm up, I'm up~ Geez, that surprised me...

[Look, he likes this just as much as Kano does. Especially since he's pretty sure he can feel blood against his skin, even if he can't see it. Something wriggles in his gut, excited, but Naoki manages to keep his composure somehow. He does not, however, let go of Kano's arm.]

It shouldn't. You should know better.

[Than to get in his face like that, he means.]

[ ...It was a mistake to give Naoki his bad arm, Kano realizes when he isn't being let go. ]

Uh... Uh. Sorry? If I say sorry, can I go?

[They've both made a lot of mistakes here but that's clearly not stopping either of them. Naoki keeps his grip, slooowly squeezing down on kano's arm. Not enough to break bones yet, but enough that he can really feel it.]

Yeah. Okay. Tell me you're sorry. I didn't hear you the first time.

Ah, geez, how annoying!

[ Why is he squeezing harder!!! ]

I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry! I won't get in your way and I'll leave the roof to you! [ ... ] For today!!

[Kano please he is trying to threaten you stop saying shit like that.]

For today. And when I tell you to stop bothering me, stop.

[He gives one last squeeze twisting Kano's arm just a little, before letting go and backing up a step.]

Yes, yes, of course~

[ His voice is as flippant as always, enough promise to get him out of the current situation, but saying nothing about being kept in the future in circumstances where Naoki doesn't have his arm in a vice grip.

He takes a step back too, shoving that hand into his jacket pocket where it won't flop around, and then turns to the door back downstairs. ]

Ah- while you're up here! I'll leave cleaning up to you too! Bye!!

[ THANKS FOR TAKING CARE OF THE BLOOD, BRO ]

No, you--

[And just like that, Kano's off, leaving Naoki basically helpless to stop him from leaving. Short of hurling magic at him, anyway, which feels like a bad idea even now. Instead he just lets him go, slumping hard against the side railing until it starts to buckle a little under his fingers.]

Ugh. Unbelievable.

[Yeah, he's not cleaning any of this up.]

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