liar

Yeah. In a way.“ Most of them were hidden in branches, but the few visible ones looked between Iriya and Shig. “It’s surreal, really, to know things happening so far away at times without being to leave the estate.”

Theres a long pause before he gestures Iriya over to join him on the bench.

“most of the news they share isn’t pleasant news, though.”

He hesitates a moment after he’s gestured at before pushing himself to his feet and joining Shig. The fact that the weapon had been set aside had, in fact, been rather important in his decision to go over. Not that a crossbow would do much against him.

"yeah. Better then silence and feeling totally alone. But sometimes I still wish they would lie to me" though be knows they don't have the capacity to lie. That wouldn't be good, for the purpose they have now been bred for.

"but I only hear news of war." He paused again, looking at Iriya next to him. Hes either tired enough, or feels bad enough about not talking to Iriya about him possibly being a target here that he takes a breath.

Sometimes when I have nightmares I come out here “ he shrugs moving to find a place to sit and settle, not in the mood to deal with standing for extended periods of time. “always helps me. So thought you were doing the same thing. ”

“I see…. I’m not really sure what brought me out here, so perhaps I was subconsciously doing the same.” He looks around at the birds for a while, then at Shig.

Theres a long pause before he gestures Iriya over to join him on the bench.

The bird Iriya had been talking too hopped into his shoulder and chittered a little, obviously fine with Iriya’s presence. Shig meanwhile sets the weapon he had taken down on a nearby flat surface.

“is that all?” He questions, stepping past Iriya to have a better look at the area around them. Nothing seemed actually out if place. So he was simply alerted to Iriya, it seemed.

Not a demon. Thank god.

“no. It’s fine. Not like it changes anything now.” Off in the distance, the full moon shines through one of the buildings large glass windows, lighting them up enough a lanturn was not needed.

“do you have nightmares?”

He isn’t entirely pleased with the animal sitting on him, but doesn’t show it or move to shoo it away. If letting it sit there is the price of information, he supposes he can pay.

“Nightmares?” He echoes, spending a moment to think. “Probably the same amount as anyone else has.” There’s a good chance he is overestimating the ‘amount everyone else has’. He’s spent a lot of time around populations more prone to nightmares than most: bandits and, for a certain couple of years, orphans.

“Well” he starts, moving a little so Iriya can exit the bathroom. There was a few physical things around the estate that needed fixing. That one area of the roof, the window that had been destroyed. So he can assign those to Iriya while he works on testing some of the juvenile crows. 

The next few days are like this, working, eating, general small talk. 

It wasn’t until one night a few days later, when Shig was woken by the crow in his room informing him of an intruder in the aviary proper. He groans, pulls himself from his futon and grabs that crossbow. Won’t do much but it’s better then nothing. 

He makes his way over, and once there notices enough voices to just be able to follow those. 

“Kawahori?… what are you doing in here?”

He flinches at the voice, having expected that he’d be alone through the night. There’s a younger juvenile bird in front of him, that he’d expected would be easier to gain information from than one of the adults. When he turns around, he eyes the bird on Shig’s shoulder. Damn it, was it that stupid thing that raised the alarm? He’s been here a few days and still causes concern in the birds just by being around.

"is that all?" He questions, stepping past Iriya to have a better look at the area around them. Nothing seemed actually out if place. So he was simply alerted to Iriya, it seemed.

Not a demon. Thank god.

"no. It's fine. Not like it changes anything now." Off in the distance, the full moon shines through one of the buildings large glass windows, lighting them up enough a lanturn was not needed.

I tamed a crow! Now he’s my best friend! 

1        watching tv/movies together

2        going to an event together  ( like a carnival, festival, etc. )

3        going on dates, like to the movies or shopping

4        sharing secrets

5        hugs

6        sharing drinks

7        having a phone call

8        touching noses

9        cuddling

10      having a philosophical discussion

11      hand holding

12      sharing jokes

13      sharing smiles

14      laying your head on someone’s shoulder

15      linking arms

The scene before him take a moment to process fully. A demon so blatently showing themselves like this? They were either strong enough, desperate enough or-

His eyes fall to the injured crow in his arms. One of his own? He’s too far away to tell, but Shig also doesn’t dare to get closer. He’s a man who raises birds, even if he wanted too, he could not kill a demon.

Not dexterous enough for a blade, his only hopes of personal defense was a crossbow, that was not with him at the moment. Atleast, not close enough that he thought he could grab and load it before a demon could bit out his throat.

So I stead he keeps his gaze on the other, leaning on the pillar, eyes narrowed on a mix of fear and attempt to stand his ground against a threat.

“what are you intentions?” He calls at the other, “what do you want?”

    The demon remains silent as he approaches the human, bare feet making nary a sound on the grass. Once he reaches the porch, he holds out the sleeping crow to the man, refusing to look at his face.

He reaches out to take the crow from the kid-- the demon. Question in his eyes lost in the other refusing to give him a proper look in the eyes. He never often got his birds back like this, hurt but alive.

He lets the words hang in the air, leaving a rather somber tone to the whole conversation. He’s not really sure what to say to that, or if Iriya would find his pangs of slight pity offensive.

“well. At least you know I’m incapable of hurting you. I’m sure you’ve noticed ” a bit of dry sarcasm was his attempt at clearing the air

If he’s asking for trust, he doesn’t have it. He doesn’t need to by physically strong to be dangerous. More than he’s even aware, he’s a threat.

He sits still surprisingly as Yakuma goes out to get the wheelchair. Once it’s in he slowly starts sitting up again, grimacing a bit but that’s par for the course.

“a nurse?” He asks, supporting himself with the rails on the side of the bed “I think we can manage on our own” he just wants to be close to Yakuma.

“Okay, if you’re sure…” Unfortunately, it really doesn’t matter what Utsuho wants. This has to do with what he’s capable of. Yakuma’s a doctor, but not one trained in the movement of injured persons.

It's a very awkward move all the same. Not only as he not really been moved from bed for awhile but this is new for the both of them, but he's able to get settled into the chair without any injury.

Utsuho blinks and looks at the man's face. Instantly trying to smell for alchohol because was... Yakuma flirting with him?

He holds it for a long moment, even after the kiss, laying his head on Yakuma’s shoulder as they swayed for several moments before eventually pulling away. “I’m going to go hop in shower. Maybe after you get a place,” he still has a hand on Yakuma’s chest. 

“Maybe you can join me”

A hand that had been holding Utsuho’s face traces slowly down his neck and onto the center of his chest. “Are you saying I need a shower?” He says with a small grin. He lets his hand stay in place a few extra sweet moments before playfully pushing Utsuho back.

"you do need a shower." He sticks his tongue out at him and heads for the shower, making sure the water is the perfect temperature before stepping in.

He doesn't do much until Yakuma join him, and once he does Utusho possibly spends more time kissing him then he does cleaning either of them, but eventually the running out of hot water chases the both of them out to get changed.