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i love bush i dont think ive ever drawn a character without it honestly. my exception is when shaving is used for psychological horror, like in evil ta au where scipio forces his toy to shave so she can look more like a doll
#6: things you said under the stars and in the grass.
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It’s fitting, finding him here – Judai thinks Jim’s no more at home than under a blanket of stars. He wonders why he thinks that, exactly.
There’s something like trepidation, a rhythm of irregularity in his chest, the closer he gets, the closer the floating embers from the campfire become more apparent against the night sky. He knows exactly how long it’s been since he’s seen Jim (and Karen, for that matter, of course.) Long enough to feel like he’s interrupting a stranger instead of sneaking up to surprise an old friend. He walks slow, steps quiet, soft enough to leave the dust of the earth settled below his feet, but even that is loud enough; he hates he smiles about it.
Karen’s head is raised now, orange eyes piercing and staring straight at him, a beacon in the dark.
Before he can speak out, Jim’s raising his hand and Karen instantly settles, curling back into Jim’s lap where he’s stretched out in a lazy sprawl. Judai waits, but Jim doesn’t turn around. Judai waits, but all he gets is ambience, wildlife – there’s a couple pairs of cicadas singing to the east and distantly, if he focuses enough, he can hear some water rushing nearby.
He keeps on walking, finds himself opening his mouth before he can stop it.
"Room for one more?"
Jim doesn't reply verbally, instead flicking his hand in a flourish towards the empty patch of dirt next to him. Karen's tail thumps as if to say, Sit down, you're always welcome, even as her eyes pierce him over the ridge of Jim's thigh. He takes it, sitting upright, his bag making space between the two - three of them - as if it's a wall. Out of the corner of his eye, Jim is smiling, a soft wisp of a thing that looks like it ripples almost, somehow, in the way the firelight flickers.
"I prefer this to a postcard any day, you know that."
"You're still mad about that?"
"Nah," Jim says, with ease. Karen rumbles. "She is, though."
Judai laughs, despite himself, tipping his head up to peer up at the stars to avoid the way Karen's peering at him, such human eyes for a ferocious animal (she's hardly scary, love, he hears in the back of his mind.) The last time he was meant to come, to spend time with Jim, spend the days away in a comfortable haze he has trouble finding these days, he chickened out - as simple as that. Instead he sent a postcard, something more permanent than a fleeting visit, more than what would've surely been a sporadic pit stop barely discussed before he landed in the country, barely able to take in a breath before he would've been swept up in such an enthusiastic hug that it'd be difficult to not feel a little choked up.
Imagining it now, it's a little much, even as an assumption.
Looking back, having mapped out the clearest constellation as one he'll need Jim to educate him on, he sees the man laying back in the grass, trademark hat over his face with that same smile as before still peeking out from underneath. He looks simultaneously small and larger than life, at home against the earth.
Judai waits, counts the minutes and stops at three. He'd be content to let the peace cover for him but he can tell Jim's listening, shoulders holding a rigidity that shows he has the man's full attention.
So, he jokes.
"If I spoil her with treats, will she forgive me?"
Jim grins. It wavers at the ends when he sighs. "We'll see."
Judai contemplates that plurality and lays back, content for now at listening to Jim breathe, an unsent postcard burning a hole in his pocket.
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The question caught Judai licking the melted chocolate off his fingers, staring at the red sparks of ash that flew from their campfire. It tore his gaze to Jim, and the crumb-covered corners of his lips pulled back into a smirk.
"Not really," he said, moving the next fingertip between his lips. It took only a moment for the smile to fade from his face, for his brown eyes to wander back to the embers, "D’you?"
"Well, sure!" he ended up saying, his left hand reaching to pet at Karen’s side. It was an awkward motion from this angle, since her head was resting quietly in Judai’s lap, but it calmed him, as the crocodile’s presence usually did.
"I didn’t get to see much of Japan when I last visited, you know. But it has a very rich history. And, being such an elongated island, it has its fair share of interesting geological features. If you can’t tell, I’m a bit tired of researching in this desert. The weather here gets crazy enough to frighten Karen, sometimes!"
He took pause, noticing that Judai was still staring at the fire, and reached for another handful of marshmallows. Four puffs wrestled their way down the wire Jim had designated to roast them on, leaving trails of white gelatin in their wake, before they were thrust into the fading light.
He threw a fifth marshmallow at Judai, and he laughed loudly when it bounced off of Judai’s face.
"Why don’t you wanna go back? Running away from something, again?"
The question had been accompanied with a wry smile, but Jim took full notice of the way Judai flinched, probably at his use of the word “again”. Some things would never change, huh? He’d probably have to be more careful about that for the rest of their trip, lest Judai disappear as suddenly as he had appeared.
The marshmallows had crisped by the time Judai answered with an affirmative that hadn’t really been necessary.
