Kukai Souma gets a text! It's from Daisuke! It says:
'Hey. Are you okay?'
'Meet me at the Tako Cafe by the Theme Park in Uminari. I wanna talk.'
Daisuke Hansuke is here with a magazine sitting at a table at the Tako Cafe. It appears to be some sort of Men's Fashion magazine and he's tapping his bottom lip at pages as he flips.
Why he's looking at this could be anyone's guess.
He appears to be waiting. He really hopes Kukai shows. He's still kind of super confused by last night, it appears, even though he knows the general gist.
He has a box of Takoyaki. Two of them. Sitting in front of him. One's closed. One's open, steaming. He occasionally takes a ball and it dissapears behind the magazine as he reads it.
It takes a few minutes, but there's a response finally.
TXT from Kukai Souma: 'Depends on your definition of 'OK'. I'm in one piece, at least, and not hurting anymore. I'll be there in a little bit.'
Kukai arrives at the cafe, and he looks... all right. Maybe a little exhausted and strained. He's not dressed up today - green button up shirt, open at the top, loose blue jeans, sneakers. Not bad, not amazing.
He looks at the more immaculate and put-together Daisuke and sighs, sitting down at the table across from him. "Hi. ...It has not been the best.. anything. Like everything from the other night on through to now has all been sort of butts, but yeah. I'm here." He grins weakly, and Daisuke can maybe tell it's an effort for him to paint the good natured grin on his face. "So... what's up?"
Daisuke Hansuke lowers the magazine a smidge and folds it up as he wears a muted smile. It's not the full bright ones he wears, but it's there and genuinely. He places the magazine down on the tabletop and slides a box of Takoyaki slowly over to Kukai, the closed one. "Food." he insists.
He places his hands on the magazine and folds his hands there, one over the other. "I'm really sorry about that. I'm still rather confused." he admits. "I did what I could to heal you, but there's some injuries I can't quite repair. I did the same when you were in the hospital." he says.
"I don't know what that odd witch girl did to you besides hurt you really bad. Who was that, you seemed to know thier name?" he asks.
He sighs and rubs a hand against his face, up past his bangs, he causes them to bounce. "So. I'm trying to figure out what happened. My inital understanding is: 'You flirted with lots of everyone and they're all upset'." he asks softly. "Is that right or..?" he asks curiously.
Kukai eyes the takoyaki box for a minute. Taking food from Daisuke, especially after everything that happened the other night, rubbed him the wrong way - it felt like he was being greedy. On the other hand, food. Eventually he reaches over and takes the box, opening it up and listening to the purple haired boy talk. "Thank you."
Kukai nods, then smiles faintly. "It's ok. It wasn't exactly a wound, it was a dark curse. I have a friend who purifies people and she was able to help me out. I don't...." He sighs. "I'm not sure if I'm well, but I'm better. And yeah, I had heard about that. I think I said thank you at some earlier point, but thank you again. Confused the hell out of the doctors but I appreciated it."
He munches a piece of takoyaki, leaning back in the chair, then winces. "I gotta get some water or something, this is going to kill me eating it this hot. Um, yeah. Her name is Shiniko, the Shadow Witch. I've run into her a time or two before. She's...." He sighs. "I don't think she's entirely evil - she has some sense of justice about what she does - but her powers are not good at all."
Kukai sighs. "Well. That's pretty much it. More 'Kukai's Guardian Chara got the idea that love was a challenge and since Kukai and Daichi never back down from a challenge I wasn't going to back down from this one either, so let's flirt with everyone and be the best 'romance guy', in his words, I could be, and when that backfires let's try to make everybody happy by being a gigantic asshole.' That help explain things any better?"
Daisuke Hansuke doesn't seem to mind giving Kukai food. He also doesn't seem upset. He seems woefully overwhelmed and confused, but that comes down some when Kukai explains the last bit- at least the confused part. He listens softly as he taps taps his hands against the book in a rythm, not loud, just a gentle thud, taptap tappity tap.
He stops when it's time for him to talk again. "If it helps you any I'm not upset. Just dissapointed." he says with a softly, perhaps coy smile. "It's not often I'm flirted with. I enjoyed it- and with getting back into the dating scene after reading everything Chiba-san's given me on the subject..." he insists. "Well I got all tidied up when you text me. Though I know some people can read more into such things than they should." he offers.
"So, your Charas can influence you like that? Huh." he shakes his head a bit." he frowns. "So you were cursed by her? Why? Was she watching that all go down? Ugh." he sort of leans back and tilts his head up and rolls his eyes. "That's some bad timing. I'm glad you were able to handle that, then. I can heal physical wounds- but ones of the spirit like that. Beyond me." he says a little sadly.
"I'm sorry I was not as much help as I could had been in that fight." he says a little more sheepishly. "I'm not a fighter. I can fight a little, but. I'm not strong- and I prefer not to. Those who raise hands, have lost hope. It is strictly a last resort for me- when there's no other way." he urges.
He offers. "Is there anything I can do to help from here on out?" he asks more concernedly. "I'd rather not see more upset people try to attack you."
"Though to be honest, I'm afraid off that girl with the death glare and naginata killing me even for talking to you." he admits.
Kukai returns after a moment at the counter with a cup of ice water. He sips it gratefully, then nods to Daisuke to continue talking. "Well... honestly, I dunno. I mean, two months ago I'd never even been on a date. And right now I'm sort of besides myself thinking about it. I know part of it was me - I mean Daichi is part of my heart, but it just went sort of haywire there for a while. I think I moved way too fast."
Kukai sighs. "Yeah. It's the downside of being a Character Bearer. You end up feeling some things really strongly, and if you do something they don't like they can sometimes add their two cents whether or not you want them to. And I don't know where Shiniko came from. Out of the blue, I guess." He lets out a little laugh. "I couldn't even have pulled my phone out of my pocket. I was in agony all over. Nadeshiko called her and got her to come over to where I'd balled up on a bench. I owe them both more than I can pay, now."
Kukai shrugs. "I think... To be honest, if Shiniko hadn't shown up, I think Daichi was about to get really angry at everyone. It might've been better than she turned me off when she did. And it's ok. Someone told me once that there's got to be some people staying at home when others go off to fight, to make sure they have something to come home to. I believe it."
Kukai thinks for a moment, then shakes his head. "Not that I can think of. But I don't think anybody's going to try anything else now. At least I hope they don't." He chuckles. "Yeah, Na-chan can be sort of aggressive when she wants to protect someone. Just be glad she was using the haft, not the blade. That meant she didn't want to hurt you a lot. If she starts using the blade, you're in trouble. If she starts using the blade and vulgarity, run for the hills."
Daisuke Hansuke sighs and nods a bit. "I see then." he says. He purses his lips. "Well. I don't know why she was so upset at me! She seemed to be glaring. Did I do something wrong?" he asks, head tilting. He pops another Takoyaki ball into his mouth as he taps the magazine again.
He does seem to grow a slightly playful expression. "So when you said my jacket looked good, was that you or your chara?" he asks curiously. "Really, I just need to know because I'm reading up." he says tapping the Men's fashion magazine again.
"I need a new wardrobe, really. I live in the dorms at Verone, so I just keep my uniforms most of the time. No one questions you then- and Verone's uniforms are snazzy." he says.
"It's not like I'm not welcome at home, just... problems. N' all that. Easier if I live away." he says curtly.
He crosses his arms and sits back. "So nothing I can do then. Alright. But if you still need to talk or anything and can't talk to anyone else. I'm around." he says. "Like I said. I'm not upset or anything. Not sure about the others. That girl that tried to punch you as amazingly pissed off though. What did you do to her? Did you kiss n' tell or something?" he asks a little jokingly.
Kukai shakes his head. "I have no idea. I think Shiniko's just angry all the time." Kukai looks over at the magazine, then smiles weakly. "Ah. I think that was... Well it's hard to say, exactly. It was Daichi in control, but in a way that's still me. So both of us, maybe? I don't know anything about fashion, honestly. I just grab stuff and wear it."
He nods. "Yeah. People see a Seiyou uniform with a Guardian's cape and go 'ooooh' and never ask anything about it. Street clothes, well." He opens his arms a bit. "Shirts and pants and shoes, most of the time." He pops another piece of takoyaki into his mouth and then nods. "I can't imagine not having a good relationship with my family, honestly. I'm sorry for you. I guess it's not my place to ask or anything. I hope it all works out."
He nods and then shrugs. "All I really want to do is keep my head down for a little while and try to just let things settle. I felt like such an idiot. I FEEL like such an idiot. I'll get over it, though. Huh. Which one? Sora? Sierra? Sierra didn't try to punch me, she just hauled off and decked me while I was distracted. Sora..." Kukai coughs. "soooo when I was in the hospital Nadeshiko's brother Nagihiko came to see me and Sora saw him in close and was very angry and I think that was sort of the catalyst for all this."