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"Hey, hey! Yuma-kuuun, would you take it down a few notches!?” He patted against his brother’s back a few times and crossed his arms. "You’re like a damn gorilla! If you break him he’s gonna miss out on his surprise, ehh?" And then, a smile broke his “angry” facade. "… We just got him back, y’know. Let’s try and keep him in one piece this time~." ♪

Truth be told… he was incredibly happy. Yes, this would be a happy day between the brothers if he could help it. Despite everything that had been going on, he was determined to make this day a memorable one. Birthdays were supposed to be fun, and if anybody deserved some fun, it was definitely the three of them. ♪

The initial shock of being lifted off the ground passed pretty quick. Soon enough, it was replaced with the almost painful embrace… “Yuma—!” Gritting his teeth, his own thin arms had wrapped around his brother in turn.. But despite the slight pain and loss of breath, he was smiling. Ah.. It hurt…

Yuma was always the strongest…

By now, he was already koala’d onto the taller and probably unwilling to let go anytime soon. Not while it felt both painful and warm at the same time. At some point he’d closed his eyes without saying anything after. Thanking the other would have been appropriate but he’d just buried his face against the other’s shoulder first before digging his fingertips against Yuma’s back. He’d perked up a touch when he heard the second voice, lifting his head to peer at Kou curiously.

But Kou. It was OK to break hi—

"Eh…? A surprise… …?"

Lazily reaching towards the oldest out of the three of them, he hummed softly as if pondering if he should listen or not he finally nodded and offered a delicate smile.

"Ok… I’ll close my eyes… … Will you tell me the surprise…?" 

Well, it's a little late now. Yuma could loosen his bear grip on Azusa, but it didn't change the fact that the youngest Mukami clung on so dearly to the elder's body. Surprisingly tactile, Yuma allowed and embraced any sort of physical contact from his brothers, especially from birthday boy over here.

"I'm bein' careful, dammit! Don't take me for some dumb brute who don't know his own strength." That's exactly what you are, Yuma. Kind of. He simply didn't know his own strength half the time when dealing with a combination of excitement and conscious creatures. There was an irony in that, of course. Yuma, being as rough as he so typically is, shouldn't be so adept at handling plants. Some things just weren't meant to make sense. 

Yuma's grip loosens, inwardly praying that he didn't crack one of Azusa's ribs in the process. That's right, a surprise! The giant shifted in his stance, contemplating whether or not the surprise would be spoiled if Azusa didn't let go. Not like Yuma minds it.

"What-- no, y'can't know the surprise until we tall ya to open your eyes. And no peekin', either. Got it?" Yuma gets to packmule Azusa the while way. And packmule, he will. Quite literally, he's carrying a koala Azusa to the dormitory-- their collective shared dormitory after possible prying from Kou's end, man he'll miss Ayato and Kazuya but he made it a point to visit them a lot-- and by instinct Yuma lifts his foot, his intention being to break the door open.

No. Let's let Kou open up. His foot slowly lowers.

He found his comrade. His brother… One member of his family. 

Fingers grazed over the other’s arm but he’d kept from holding onto the other just yet. He was… Relieved? Well.. Something felt almost warm seeing the other. Elated. That much was shown on his expression as he’d smiled at the taller.

If only for a moment. 

"Yuma… I found someone earlier… …"

"Someone who smelled like you…"

The briefest of smiles did not go unnoticed. It would have been commented on if not for Azusa's latter statement. "-- Hah? Someone who smells like me? The fuck are ya talkin' about, Azusa?"

He paused, however, when a bottle was tossed at him. Reflexes would allow him to easily catch it, but not after he fumbled with it and paused in opening it. Open it? Why? Didn’t Yuma have two working hands, to use his words from earlier. Blue hues would drift to the vampire’s hands, blinking as he noted an odd fact indeed. For whatever reason, Yuma’s hand… he couldn’t use it?

With that realization, he held the container in his hands for just a moment longer, before he would be quick to simply just. Toss it behind him. "… I got somethin’ better. Hold on, stay right there, ‘kay? I’ll be right back— stay there!! I mean it!"

He was still sore beyond belief, but he was quick to turn on his heel, sprinting out of the infirmary as fast as he could. It was just about ten minutes before the boy would return, wiping his mouth, looking disgusted after dumping a clear vial into the trash as he approached the other again.

"Listen, even if y’made me eat tile, I’m still… real glad t’see ya. You did somethin’ fer me that… well, I don’t think I can ever express how much fuckin’ better I feel. I… owe ya a lot, Yooms. So lemme see yer hand.”

A blank expression, and before he could even answer, Joseph was gone. 

Wasn't he in pain or something before, complaining that he couldn't get up? Now, he was sprinting out like it was no one's business. If Yuma were the least bit insightful, that would seem fishy and he would feel as though he were taken for a friendly sap and exploited for free ice cream. Fortunately, he never does draw that conclusion. He indeed trusts Joseph, as strange as he is.

The giant of a man returns in the span of ten minutes, and by the time Joseph returned, Yuma had simply been sitting around on one of the infirmary cots.

... Was that so? That's... ... ... kinda flattering. Weirdly so.

"God, yer ruthless! Gimme a break, here!" A whine. It was a long time since he was met with such brutal encouragement, but honestly? He couldn’t say he hated it. "Okay, yeah, you go kill a fuckin’ baby and see how well it takes t’bein’ forced outta bed when it wakes up." And like a child, he stuck his tongue out at the other, before he would eventually push himself up.

There was some struggle, but here he was, standing across from his vampiric companion, listening as he tried to cover up his words of relief. That alone would elicit a laugh from the Joestar, a wide grin reaching his features.

A huff, and Yuma turns his back on the struggling Joestar, a bout of his own pain starting to surge through a still-injured hand. He wonders: why isn't his hand healing as quickly as it should? Was this an extent of his newfound powerlessness as well? Disappointing. Actually, it kind of sucked, too. A bottle of painkillers has been secured, and Yuma wastes no time in tossing the little bottle in Joseph's now stabilized direction. "Open this, will ya?"

"Y-Yooms!"

He wouldn’t lie, he was extraordinarily happy to see the vampire, especially upon waking up. However, such happiness could never last long in Hope’s Peak, but the despair that would come onto the behemoth being… not the usual, anyways. Suddenly shoved, that smile was wiped right off his face, his body tumbling to the floor in just one shove. So that was the strength of a vampire, huh?

Many a times exist where Yuma forgets just how physically capable he is, even with these special vampiric abilities sealed away by means unknown. The giant oaf of a man tumbled straight to the floor thanks to the lovable bear himself. Lovable is a horrible overstatement, unfortunately.

At least it was with his good hand. 

"Yeah, rise an' shine!" His good hand rests on his hip as he straightened himself out once again. "C'mon, Jo, you're a big boy, you can wake up from a lil death slumber. Even a baby can do it!" He thinks so, anyways. "You got two workin' hands, you do it. I don't owe ya shit, Jo." a pause

Well, the fact remained that he wouldn’t be going anywhere tonight.

Joseph complaining about his hunger was a decent distraction from its dull ache.

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The boy's head collides with linoleum tiling, pinned between a layer of white and sharp heels. A hiss-- even that proved to be painful to his lungs. His fists clench, body acting in retaliation-- barely. He feels too numb. Still, the need to bark back was apparent. He didn't care how much it burned, he won't submit to this bitch.

The girl sat on the office chair that usually went unoccupied at the infirmary’s desk. And with a fit of laughter that would be obnoxious to everyone but her, she kicked off the ground and sent herself rolling closer to him in the chair. “Hey, you’re awake! Ohayo gosaimashita! You should tell me your name, it’s rude not to introduce yourself, especially to someone as important as I am. And what were those names? Could that be your name? Kourukiazusa?” The girl was clearly brimming with energy as she talked and smiled at the vampire.

She felt joyous. Joyous... as Yuma flopped about helplessly, wrapped in thin blankets with very little energy to unravel himself from a fabric embrace. Her words grate his ears. Uncaring. Jovial. Mocking his current condition. Mocking his brothers. "Tch." It hurt. Everything hurt. Everything is exhausting. 

I’ll generate a number from 1-77 (YES SEVENTY SEVEN OPTIONS!) to see what is in our muses’ destinies, then I’ll write some drabble based on the number generated.

What position does your character sleep in? ( i.e; stomach, side, back, etc. ) Describe why they do this — optional.

Does your character have any noteworthy features? Freckles? Dimples? A scar somewhere unusual? etc.

Does your character have an accent? What does it sound like?

Do they have any verbal tics? Do they have trouble pronouncing certain words or getting their thoughts across clearly?

What are their chief tension areas? 

If you were to pick one song — and only one song — to describe your character, what would it be and why?

How does your character perceive themselves? Positive? Negative? Neutral?

Are they a quick thinker or do they need time to sort through their thoughts?

Does your character dream or are their nights filled with an empty blackness? Describe a dream they’ve had or a night they couldn’t sleep and what they did to preoccupy their time.

If they had a choice, would they prefer a subway or a bus for public transportation?

What do they think of creation? Do they believe in evolution or do they believe in God? What is their religion like?

Describe 5 unusual characteristics your muse has.

Have they ever been so overwhelmed they had to stop and take a break from something? 

Are they a team player or do they prefer to be solo?

Can they multi-task or must they focus on one subject at a time?

What are their best school subjects? What are their worst? List five of each.

Is your character an introvert or an extrovert? How do they handle big crowds of people?

Are they a leader, do they prefer to follow, or would they rather just stay on the sidelines altogether?

If your character was suddenly challenged, would they rather run away or stay and fight?

If your character was allowed to murder one person without any consequences, who would that person be and why?

Your character has been granted 3 wishes; what would they wish for and why?

Does your character trust people right off the bat or does it take them some time to warm up to someone?

Do they prefer romance or affection? What is the quickest way to your character’s heart?

Does your character have any enemies? If so, who and why?

Do they have any weird bedroom habits? Any unusual kinks?

How does your character prepare for bed? Do they sleep at all or can they stay awake for days on end without trouble?

If your character had one thing to say to their parents before they died, what would it be?

Are they afraid of death? Do they have any regrets?

Does your character get restless when things are too quiet or do they favour solitude and silence? Why?

"Yeah, n’ya know what? He’s dead. You don’t got nothin’ to worry ‘bout right now. It’s shit that can be cleaned up. I’m a big kid, I can handle it. I appreciate it, but I don’t need ya holdin’ my hand an’frettin’ over me."

A sigh. To accept Yuma’s invitation was what he wanted. More than anything, he’d love to join him, but the words of another vampire would echo through his mind. Everything was futile. Why bother?

Brows furrow together. Yuma won't stand down while he still has the power to change this unfortunate turn of events.

"And he's gonna come back. Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow, I don't know! We're goin', whether you like it or not. That's final." No extra reasoning was given, just another forceful tug away from the doorway, his strength a reminder of what he is.

Slowly, he would turn to Yuma with a warm smile. Disgustingly false, but maybe… it would do the trick.

"Hah. Then do whatever it is that vampires do, I dunno what you leeches are all about. It ain’t that big of a deal, it’s a lil’ thing that I can clean up with some effort. You don’t gotta worry ‘bout it. I’m tellin’ ya, Yooms, go do somethin’ else. I don’t need no help."

Lies. He hated this room. He wanted desperately to leave, to seek refuge somewhere else. He was afraid. Constantly afraid, and yet… he couldn’t let fear control him.

His initial response was to take the other by his wrist, a forceful tug outward, away from the door, away from that toxic environment. This was not a necessity. Joseph didn't have to sleep in that toxic space. 

Already, he could tell how disgruntled Yuma was with this sight. Hell, anyone would be, but… Joseph was against the idea of this vampire fretting for his sake. As far as he was concerned, he wasn’t worth that sort of feeling. Stressing people out, just because he was in a pickle… that didn’t sit well with him.