expiationlogs | (catch-all) i taught myself how to move

(as hollow, inanimate eyes awaken for the first time today, manjiro doesn't envision the day to be notably unique. he will drag his weary body out of bed, forgo the effort of tying his hair due to being fucking lazy, and eventually gather the courage to descend the stairs for breakfast. in this state of sleep-induced haze, he can even overlook the unmistakable house that can be seen in the far distance from his window - wait, damn it, what the fuck? he barely has time to even mentally process before he runs out of the inn, baggy pajama pants and an equally loose black shirt, and he's sprinting. one might wonder why, try to keep up and dash alongside him, or stop him, which will result in him curling a hand around their wrist so they can come along.)

[Takemichi stumbles out of the inn after him, clueless as to what's set Mikey off. He's dressed no better, but at least he has the wits to shove some shoes on his feet first.]

W-What happened? What's going on? Mikey?!

Takemitchy, look! It's home!! Come on, come on!! Let's go!!

(that's all the explanation he's going to get, he's straight up going to be dragged.)

[He doesn't bother trying to ask anything else. He just lets himself be dragged along until he too catches sight of the familiar family home.]

No shit! It's actually your house! How'd it get here?!

I have no idea!! Aaaah, my roo--oomph.

(which is the noise he makes as soon as he enters and immediately throws himself on the bed, taking takemitchy with him. heterosexually, he can't stop pulling the boy into bed. my bad.)

[Mikey barges through his own door, and Takemichi can't help but stare in awe, even after faceplanting into Mikey's sheets. He sits up, looks all around the room. It's exactly the same as he remembers it.]

It's just like your bike....

[Showing up, poof, outta nowhere.]

Amazing.

I have no idea what it means, but I ain't complaining. We can move here, we have rooms. Grandpa, Emma's, my old one.

(shinichiro's off-limits. besides, he has lied to himself so much that he believes it. emma's fine.)

It looks like everything's here. [Still looking all around the room because DAMN.] Maybe there's even food in the kitchen.

... Emma's cooking!!! Race you!!!

(and he's NYOOMING the hell out of the container. bye, michi.)

[SOMEONE'S HUNGRY.

Michi has no chance of winning, so he doesn't even try. He skips over at his own pace and pops his head in to see how far Mikey's gotten with ransacking the place.]

So? Is the fridge full?

(takemichi, what's with that giving-up attitude... it's homemade food...)

Yeah! And-- Sukiyaki! Wanna heat it up and dig in?!

(it's... his home? it really is, or at least, it feels like it. progressively, he strolls, eyes awestruck as he tries to listen for any sight of life in it, but there is none. no one in the rooms, no sounds of feet and punches, no yell from his grandpa. priorities are priorities, though, and he'll get to the house in a second or two, but above all... the container-like shed, separate from the house... does it carry his things? that's the first place he goes, a tee-hee when his hopes are heeded... because it means he gets to climb the shelf for a box on top of it. manjiro can barely contain his childish excitement, little chuckles as he brings it down... and it's full of dorayaki and taiyaki. this is the happiest day of his life. he almost didn't survive without these. amen, oh great lord, because he's flopping on the couch like a toddler with his treats, his room right open for anyone walking by to peek into.)

Aha! It actually is my home after all! This is the best day ever! Bestest day!! Hahahahaha!!!

[not even gonna lie, because he was curious. it was yet another building that seemingly just... appeared overnight. he remembers what Mitama said, and that it'd just come out of nowhere.

so whose place is it?

either there's a window nearby where he hears Mikey's hollering, or he found himself in the building and was poking around.]

... You good in there??

[he's literally sounds like a child--]

I'm great. This place brought my house and my stash.

(which all sounds fucky, because:
a. this is a dojo
b. for a gang leader to say stash, one would imagine drugs, not a collection of dorayaki and taiyaki for all that matters, BUT...!!!

he's too happy to pay attention to what he says, and instead, manjiro'll tap the spot next to him.)

[.......

he'll sit down, he guesses.]

Your stash is... sweets?

[yeah, he'd think drugs too. but alas.]

Not any sweets. I got standards, and this fucking place and got none. The fuck you thought it was? Do I look like a dope-pusher to you? That shit's lame, dude.

(but here, stop with that puppy weird awkward face. have some sugar. he's not giving a whole one away, but he can give half of the one he's eating.)

Hell, I dunno!

[he takes it and shakes his head.]

Usually when someone talks about a stash, it's usually either porn or drugs!!!

Drugs are bad for the community and produce lame ass gangs with zero ethics and purpose, and if there's porn here, I definitely don't wanna find it. This was my late brother's room. I really only own the bed since I moved in. Really don't wanna find that.

(bruh.)

[oh.]

Well, you could've led with that. But there's no saying that there's not porn in here.

[the fact that the sensitivity is just not here...]

There's probably porn here. Not mine. I don't need it.

(WHATEVER YOU WANNA TAKE FROM THAT.)

But my shit's all here. Clothes, bike things, I still gotta check the rest of the dojo, which is gonna be hell to keep clean as a single person, but whatever. Problems for later.

[okay then!!

he shakes his head, and takes a bite of the food that'd been given to him.]

Better find yourself someone who likes to clean, then. But I mean, how messed up is it gonna get here with just you living here?

I'm kind of used to cleaning this place, but it ain't on my own. It's probably not going to be too messy, though, I'm disciplined.

(because his grandpa would Murder, mostly. there's some non-anko candies, and he'll offer in case that's of interest.)

Eat up. I'm gonna go check the rest soon, if you wanna come.

Uh huh.

[well...]

Sure. It's not like I've got anything else to do before work... it's not every day a whole ass building just shows up here.

I don't intend to keep it closed to the public as long as no one is disrespectful to my home anyway. This place was always loud, full of people all the time, so. Come on.

(didn't he say he was going to do that in a bit? nevermind. he's shoving the dorayaki on his face, keeping it between teeth to nom on like hamster before he steps to go out of the shed.)

[Yosuke nods as he follows, taking another bite out of his own snack.]

I wonder if we could figure out how this got here. Mitama-san said another building from her home randomly appeared here, too. So why you guys?

I don't know, and to me, it doesn't matter. I don't owe them shit for doing it, so it can't be used against me. For now, I'm counting my blessings.

(if they want to take it away, fine. take it away. he won't bend for comfort, never has, never will. the first level of the house is the dojo, nothing particularly special. a comforting sight for the Japanese in them, possibly, but other than that? nothing incredible.

he does go through the trouble of opening the cabinets, the drawers, everything seems there - all the tools, the clothes, the belts. that's nice.)

I mean yeah, it's a good thing. But if we figure out why it happened, then it might help us figure out what's going on.

[he watches as Mikey goes through all the stuff, tilting his head.]

So everything's like you left it at home?

That's-- outside of my paygrade. I'm sure you got thinky people. I'm more of a practical problem-solver.

(things that he himself can do. things that need people skills, or mediation. this nerdy, detective shit is really not on him. medium iq high eq.)

Seems like it. My room is, and at least the dojo seems like it-- the fridge.

(FOOD? FOOD.)

(now for more community-interesting things, after he had his I Am Baby moment. routine is to have the highest belt do the class should the master be unavailable, and he was born into this, born for this, used to this. he promised to drill fundamentals to yu, and he's certain a few might as well want to. it's survival, after all, and they can't reach too far if they're lacking. relying on weapons and abilities can only get one so far, manjiro truly does believe that with all his might. those things can be taken away, can't they? your fists cannot.

so, he's arranging the tool cabinet, locating the karategis, and adjusting the punching bag. this should do for now, and he gets to warming up for himself. it's just like being home, the acoustic of his kicks against fabric, the scent of the wood... he's not that mad about this place.)

Edited 2023-10-30 01:33 (UTC)

[she'd heard the training as she'd been investigating the place (kinda like Yosuke), wondering if it was some sort of gym or something. instead she finds Mikey... and she raises an eyebrow.]

You got in here quick.

Oh, it's you.

(whatever the fuck he means. the kicks are just to warmup, so he doesn't mind the break, he still has to stretch.)

This is my home-- from, well, home. I live here. My grandpa used to run this place. Take off your shoes, though.

Oh... huh.

[she blinks when he asks her to take off his shoes (what is Japanese customs), but she does so without arguing. for once. be amazed Mikey that she doesn't argue with everything you say.]

So what is it then, exactly?

It's called a dojo. It's a place where people learn martial arts, or, you know, how to not punch like a little bitch and to actually learn how to defend, you could use some of it.

(oooooooOooooooo ( 5th grade cheers plays in my head) )

You said that last time, too.

[she rolls her eyes and then moves closer, cracking her neck as she does so.]

So, how do I do this shit, if it's so great?

Sit down. You gotta stretch, or else you're going to tear a ligament, for starters. Do you really want to do it? Because if you do, you also gotta change.

(RIP VI....................................)

[Vi shrugs, and then sits across from him.]

I wouldn't ask if I didn't want it.

[doesn't that sound familiar.]

Got something for me to change into?

Off with the jacket and accessories. This is called a karategi. Put it on, and I'll tie your belt and explain you everything.

(he sounds just like his grandpa. damn. is this........ him becoming older....)

[she obeys for once in her life, but that's mostly because she thinks Mikey's pretty cool.

for some reason.]

Alright, start explaining then.

(holy fuck, she's tall. a white belt is in his hands, and he ties it proper around her, secure before he sits and taps the space in front of him.)

You know. I'm from Japan, like a lot of people here. It's a little island with a bunch of smaller islands around it. One of them is called Okinawa, and it's where this particular martial art comes from. It's not about just kicking the living shit out of someone, it's something serious that should be in your lifestyle just as much as your fists. Basically, you have to use it to work on your character, be sincere with yourself and others, be committed to effort, respect others and rules of etiquette, and put effort to learn self-control.

[maybe you're just short, bitch.]

Self control, huh...

[she sits in front of him now and crosses her legs.]

I'm not really good at that part, really.

[no shit.]

(maybe both.)

I'm not saying you have to be good. I'm saying -- are you willing to try to be? Nobody's born good at shit, aside from me, in this shit.

(bam modesty)

[she's never ever been good at self control or anything like that. but in a way, she's been having to learn it here. to keep her unsteady truce with Jinx... to not completely obliterate Silco whenever he took a breath.

and if it helps her protect her sister, Caitlyn, and the friends she's made here... she's got to try.

she nods.]

Fine. I'll try it. But if it doesn't work, I'm coming for your ass.

(all he does is raise a single eyebrow.)

If it doesn't work, it's on you.

Pretty sure it's the teacher's fault if the student fails... or something like that.

[whatever that's supposed to mean.]

Go ahead, let's get started.

(catch-all) i taught myself how to move

until you come back home

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hit me with lightning

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let's get down to business

meanders into this fashionably WAY late

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