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snap the receiver’s dislocated shoulder back into place. / for strange from here.
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the pain sears up his spine the instant the joint shifts, sharp and blinding, stealing the air from his lungs before he can stop it. an involuntary groan tears free as muscle and bone protest the correction, his fingers curling reflexively at his sides. the room seems to tilt for half a second, the familiar sting of magic-scarred nerves lighting up as everything snaps back where it belongs.
truthfully, he could have done it himself. he still knows exactly how, every angle and pressure point etched into muscle memory from years as a surgeon and far too many injuries after. but knowing how does not make it easier, and it certainly does not make it less painful. there is something grounding about letting someone else do it, about trusting another set of hands to finish what he cannot bring himself to start.
he exhales slowly once it is done, breath shaky but controlled, shoulders rolling with careful precision as he tests the joint. it holds. it always does.
" all this fighting makes me feel old. "
physically, he is no more than forty-five, a body held together by stubbornness, discipline, and magic. but the weight settles elsewhere. it presses behind his eyes, in the quiet pauses between battles, in the knowledge of how many worlds he has seen bend and nearly break. mentally, emotionally, spiritually, he feels ancient, older than some of the beings he has bargained with, carrying years that no spell has ever been able to rewind.
“You ever stab yourself out of curiosity?”
ask Hidan stuff // unprompted.
whatever amusement his expression may have previously held dissipates into the chill on the morning, leaving Hidan's expression stripped of anything but unreadable lines. " . . . .. no. " whether or not it is a lie depends on how good of a liar Hidan is. are you the betting kind, Dex? a roll of his shoulders, a dismissive wave of his hand, and he turns away abruptly. " psha! shows how much you know! that would be sacrilege. "
In the grand scheme of things, Dex was not the best when it came to gift giving. He always did try to think so deeply about what other's wanted, what they desired, but it was hard. Shinobi always had so many secrets after all, and Tobirama really wasn't an exception to that. The two of them had trained and worked together for so long it should be obvious what to get him for his birthday - but it took Dex a long time to think of something he genuinely thought the other would appreciate.
In the end, he'd decided on two things: one more handmade and from the heart, while the other was a little bit more practical - but still held just as deep of a meaning. The first had been an easy decision, though not the easiest to really put together and make in the end. He knew Tobirama had that fur hood he wore with his outfit, had felt it (and seen it before losing his eyesight) and knew it was cherished. He'd decided ... not to replace it but handmake his own with a different animal.
After a good amount of time he'd decided on rabbit, and had spent a painstakingly long amount of time hunting them down, skinning and curing and sewing everything together into a hood he thought that the other would like. It wasn't perfect - he'd had to do everything by touch after all - but even with the limited vision he had with his chakra he knew it was good. Liked? That was a different story.
The last ... had been special. Dexio had been working on his own jutsu, his own signature style, for so long. His carbon shield had been his longest project and had taken nearly his entire life to perfect. It was everything to him, and wouldn't have been able to do so without the guidance of Tobirama. After some thought, and a little help from a good friend, he'd written out the details of the jutsu onto a scroll, packing it into a box alongside the hood before wrapping it up, tying it with a bow that the dragon motifs he was so fond of.
Giving gifts was awkward to him and, while he had hoped to at least manage to avoid Tobirama (leaving it on their desk and bolting) it didn't seem like that would be an option as they had been in their office all damn day. With a soft sigh he entered in after knocking, the box held carefully in his arms. He didn't say a word until he had approached the desk, placing it down gently on the surface. A small bow followed, an ever so slight blush to his naturally pale cheeks.
"Happy birthday, Lord Nidaime..."
tobirama birthday week.
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Yuugi has been telling him about life in university. Atem wasn’t exactly aware of education outside of high school until he read about college and university. To be frank, he is a little pouty that he can’t enrol since he doesn’t have the necessary documents. And being himself now, it’s much more difficult. During high school he could learn new things while still sharing a body with Yuugi. Nowadays, it’s a bit difficult to go about without a simple ID. Yuugi promised that they’ll figure something out. But for now, he has something very interesting to share with Atem.
Yuugi has been studying game development in a university in Domino City. And recently he’s learned about the fact that there are classes that specialize exactly in Egyptology. Had Yuugi not already been busy with his courses, he would’ve also tried that one too. But he was still curious and went to check it out regardless. He’s spoken with a couple of students there, who luckily knew who he was. Especially when the Millennium Items were brought up. And because he was a famous duelist, so his name is popular. Apparently, he’s requested if he can bring a friend over so he can take a look at these courses. And mayhaps find something new and interesting about his roots. He’s only mentioned that his friend is Egyptian and that’s it. And with that, they’ve come to an agreement that it’s alright for him to bring a friend as a guest. The university allows it.
“Wait, Yuugi— are you sure?” Atem asks. “I’m not a student there.”
“It’s going to be alright. I let them know about you. Well, just that you’ll be visiting. They were fine with it. Plus, you might learn a thing or two that you didn’t know about!” And maybe even make new friends. Which was exactly what Yuugi is striving for. Yuugi mentions the name of a couple of students he’s met, including the name ‘Dexio’. That is for better navigation.
Atem thinks that if Yuugi assures all will be well, then he should give it a try. The worst that can happen is that they wouldn’t let him in. But luckily, they just require that he writes his name down and hour of his arrival on a paper at the front desk. And should there be any concerns they should reach out to Yuugi. Yuugi lets Atem know when lunch break is and the location of the cafeteria. Most of the students usually hang out there. And now, hopefully Atem could meet someone.

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@alchadex lost a bet!
there’s a part of his mind in flux as he idles in the library; thinking he shouldn’t be anything but only happy he outdid dexio’s challenge in doing it in less than a time he expected. by time, only a week and a few days after of nonstop studying of braille. while ed considered his prowess to be born of skill and effort, not genius, which was really the only word to call the boy, the young alchemist traces a few of the lines and wonders if he’ll catch the letter on his desk in his room. he left it there blatantly and proudly.
hey dex. looks like i win. set up a better challenge next time, or else your alchemy codes are in danger now, huh? i had no idea grooves and little dots held so much information!
....
i’m kidding.
- ed.
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months of research on wàidān have been stored in boxes and put away in the cargo train reserved for governmental matters, with lieutenant hawkeye boarding the train for regular passengers. she's been assigned the task of delivering the packages containing such research, and has been ordered to promptly return to eastern command. she'd thought the assignment would go smoothly, and fast. at least she wants to think so ⸺ being apart from her commanding officer after recent events is tauntingly heavy just to think about, let alone to endure in the flesh.
she has little time to dwell in any of thoughts of the like, as soon as she's stepping into the train she's met with an familiar scene. a man with stark straight black hair, round cheeks, half-moon shaped eyes and unfocused sight. people walk past him, sometimes ignoring him and other times running into him, careless and unkind. and it pulls at her heartstrings, she couldn't help it even if she tried. almost on instinct, lieutenant hawkeye walks up to him.
“ ⸺ sir? may i help you find your seat? ”