Kittens, Cats, Bags, Lives

And after preparatory forgiveness and planning with Rashmi, Mamoru warns Kunzite about the play he's committing them to make.

Date: 2018-03-22
Pose Count: 20
Mamoru Chiba 2018-03-22 21:56:45 89728
It's not often that the concierge has to cope with Mamoru coming in after midnight. Like, by the door. Alone. (Apparently alone.) (Possibly alone.)

It's not often that Mamoru sneaks into his own apartment not via balcony in the middle of the night. He checks in his room first, unloading his sneaking-around gear more or less and dumping it on his bed, and then sneaks through the kitchen and steals a bottle of chocolate milk, then sneaks past Neil's apartment door and Jadeite's apartment door and Zoisite's bedroom door (he's not sure when Zoisite stopped following him) and then triiiies to sneak into Kunzite's room.

In the ugly hoodie.

With a milk moustache and an adrenaline high.
Kazuo Takeba 2018-03-22 22:33:27 89729
Kunzite's room is, of course, dark. And barren of obstacles, as usual. Is that a faint glimmer of eyes? -- no, that's the band of the communicator on the wrist of the arm draped half-across Kazuo's face.

"Do not," Kazuo says, unmoving and eyes still apparently closed, "think that having an open container of a liquid that smells truly foul when left out is going to save you twice. Tonight is a special occasion."
Mamoru Chiba 2018-03-22 22:53:23 89730
Of course Mamoru freezes. But is that sound a stifled laugh? Probably. He chugs the rest of the chocolate milk and then screws on the lid, and quite deliberately leaves the empty bottle on Kazuo's dresser, and then glides toward the bed in sock feet, still wearing the godawful hoodie. "Who says I need saving?" he asks, half-breathless. "Did you know it was me by listening, or peeking, or chocolate, or could you tell? Could you tell it was me, did you know where I was? Did you check?"

These questions are so absurdly hopeful.
Kazuo Takeba 2018-03-22 23:01:52 89731
That arm is unfolded and held out toward Mamoru, godawful hoodie and all; after a moment, Kazuo shifts to make a little more room for him. Dark pajamas make little noise against the sheets. "The bottle," he tells Mamoru, "I had to look for. But you I knew before I looked."
Mamoru Chiba 2018-03-22 23:07:47 89732
Empathy is unnecessary to detect the wave of relief that washes over Mamoru at this information; he shrugs out of the hoodie and drops it on the end of Kazuo's bed before crawling into the warm next to the white-haired man, into that arm. "Good. Maybe just try and find me randomly in the day, then, instead of someone having to try scaring the crap out of me and seeing if it pings. Jumpy enough as it is."

He may actually pull the covers up over their heads. He may only be tempted. Air is a precious commodity.

"I changed the plan with Rashmi. She and I are going to have a loud fight instead. That's what I texted you about."
Kazuo Takeba 2018-03-22 23:12:32 89733
A blanket is at the very least dragged over him, before Kazuo pulls him in against his chest. "I presume then that I should not attempt to protect bystanders from overhearing. Also that I should be prepared for ridiculous attempts at fuming later."
Mamoru Chiba 2018-03-22 23:23:44 89734
"Nope," says the Prince, curling in comfortably. "Just-- me, afterwards." He gets quieter. "She's going to let the cat out of the bag, about my powers. And she's going to hit pretty hard with words, and I'm going to do as bad a job of standing up for myself as I ever do, and we're going to make it good, because Earth has to buy it. She has to think she's getting somewhere."

One hand comes up to slide over Kazuo's around him, and he stays quiet. "So-- as soon as I hear Earth's been spotted, I'll let you know, so you guys can be close by for after Rashmi leaves, so I'm not alone in the street. I know it's going to make me a target. I know it's round bajillion of round the clock guarding, and I'm sorry about that... but we have to up the ante."
Kazuo Takeba 2018-03-22 23:29:44 89735
"Stop being sorry about our having work to do. Neil will be delighted to have something on his plate besides the telescope and skipping classes. Given that it's break, he doesn't even have the classes to skip." Kazuo's chin finds the top of Mamoru's head, and that silences him for a moment; even after, he tips his head back to speak rather than pushing against anyone's skull. "At least this way she may finally grow overconfident enough to move where we can find her."
Mamoru Chiba 2018-03-22 23:36:53 89736
"That and... the first aim of it, which was to get Rashmi in her good graces, so maybe she'd unload some details. Before she huffs off, Rashmi's going to set off a telepathy spell so she can give me updates on what-all Earth's saying. I'm sure if you're close enough by, she can link you in too--"

Mamoru trails off, sounding chagrined; the introduction of a little bit of tension to his shoulders confirms it. "And I'm-- I definitely don't want anyone thinking differently of Rashmi after the fight. You'll be able to know, in your guts, that it's all acting, right? You won't be mad at her? I won't really be hurt, even if it sounds and looks like I am."
Kazuo Takeba 2018-03-22 23:42:32 89737
Kazuo pauses. And shifts. And props himself up on an elbow to be able to look down at Mamoru, so that in any faint light filtering in from the hallway, Mamoru might possibly have the chance of seeing the hints of expression on Kazuo's face.

"My prince," Kazuo murmurs down to him. "May I remind you that we have Zoisite on our team. We've had some practice with these things."
Mamoru Chiba 2018-03-22 23:49:12 89738
Mamoru's smiling a little, and Kazuo can see it a lot better in the darkness than Mamoru can see that hint of an expression, but the prince's fingertips come up to trace the contours of his guardian's face. "Yes, but it's me. You get twitchy when bullies make me cry, and I'm going to be leaning on how I felt before I even made any friends to get the right kinds of reactions."
Kazuo Takeba 2018-03-22 23:53:55 89739
Kazuo could see it, and indeed can for a few moments -- then his eyes flicker closed under the light touch. "And if I'm present at the time, or if I see Rashmi in public thereafter, I will be able to respond appropriately. But we'll know better. At least. Presuming Rashmi can hold up her end, and not be overcome by concern for you."
Mamoru Chiba 2018-03-22 23:58:35 89740
"She's serious about debate club," Mamoru says, and here he's actually grinning, albeit briefly-- and it's in his voice. His hand cups the side of Kazuo's face, and then brushes up through white hair before falling away again. "She had to make sure first that I could take it without actually for-real folding, or getting fucked up inside. I had to promise her, and mean it, that I don't have the shadow of a doubt in who I am and how very much I'm not alone. I could prove it to her satisfaction-- so I don't expect she'll be pulling any punches."
Kazuo Takeba 2018-03-23 00:08:42 89741
Fingertips brush lightly at Mamoru's hair in return, then press into it gently, stroking down.

"We'll see how she does," Kazuo murmurs. "Perhaps we should arrange some emotional support for her, after. I'm not sure who would be appropriate, though. Lacrima doesn't seem like the best candidate."
Mamoru Chiba 2018-03-23 00:19:56 89742
A moment's thought, distracted by fingers in his hair. Then, "Any of us, as long as it's secret. Maybe Zoi can invisibly go to Korma and give her a teleport-lift to Mako's house and they can complain about how much even fake-fighting friends sucks. Or her and Ami...or her and Neil..."

He tilts his head into Kazuo's hand. "Friends are just as important to her. I wish Koji weren't so busy. He's known her longer than any of us, and he-- he really needs friends too. At least he has Tyrfing looking after him. I don't think Rashmi and Nicomachea have the same kind of relationship..."
Kazuo Takeba 2018-03-23 00:28:09 89743
"Nicomachea does," Kazuo says gravely, "provide hot and cold running kittens. Different kinds of relationships may support in different ways." Fingers curl further into hair, play-scratching at Mamoru's scalp as if his prince were himself a kitten. "We should be cautious about approaching her. We don't know whether Earth can locate us. No sense in risking the ploy."
Mamoru Chiba 2018-03-23 00:42:31 89745
"Oh my god." Mamoru twists around, not dislodging Kazuo's hand, and blinks up at him. "Do you think Nicomachea follows my kitten blog? Oh you're right-- well. Well. She shouldn't be able to track the Senshi, either way, and she definitely shouldn't have access to HeartNET, so we can at least suggest to the girls maybe one of them could check in on her. Or we can ask Koji to ask Tyrfing to ask Nicomachea..."

But now he's rubbing his eyes. "Too much thinking. About people. That I can only partly read. Fuck."
Kazuo Takeba 2018-03-23 00:45:11 89746
Kazuo evades saying anything about the kitten blog. For some reason. Possibly involving certain youma once upon a time, ahem.

His head bends slowly down toward Mamoru's as he's talking; he brushes a kiss, light, against Mamoru's hands as he rubs at his eyes.

"Only a little more," he says quietly. "Minako came by. She's likely to contact Makio about a new vampire Lacrima reported existing. It will be interesting to see how she decides to contact him. But that ... isn't urgent enough to worry about tonight."
Mamoru Chiba 2018-03-23 01:00:18 89747
"Ugh I hope she doesn't pile on that kid like a ton of sharp bricks with trademark symbols on them," says Mamoru under his breath after stilling, his kissed hands flattening over his face. Then he peeks through his fingers in the dark. "Or make seal clubbing jokes. Please god don't let her make seal clubbing jokes. Actually please distract me because you're really right, that is a not-tonight worry and I'm getting anxious again--"
Kazuo Takeba 2018-03-23 01:05:35 89748
"I don't come equipped with kitten videos," Kazuo says. Straightfaced.

Invitations to sputter at him may count as distractions.