#full powers

Satoru barely hears the question, laughing as the dismantle Sukuna irritatingly sent flying his way dissipates into nothing before reaching him. He sticks his tongue out at his extremely irritable lover, across the room munching on popcorn as he watches bad TV, then turns his attention back to Suguru. “What was that?” Satoru can hear the eyeroll over the line. He magnanimously ignores it. “Whatever; Sukuna wants to talk to Kenjaku, and he’s been doing a fantastic job waiting his turn for once instead of, you know, trying to rip my hand off to get the phone, so can you…?”

Suguru makes a noise that is so unnecessarily offended. “No! I’m not giving my body back to that brain parasite. Fuck that. It’s my body.”

“Suguru—”

“Absolutely not.”

“Just for like five minutes—”

“I said no—,” a sudden pause, and then Suguru clears his throat. “Satoru,” he says, so fakely sweet and annoying and obviously not Suguru anymore that Satoru fake gags very loudly since he can’t punch him and throws the phone at Sukuna’s head. Sukuna catches it, of course.