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Rin Okumura ⬤ Ao no Exorcist
residential district ⬤ Level 2
moonblessing ⬤ Cordis

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[Yukio just sends his location. Now you know where to find his apartment, nii-san.

The apartment will be unlocked when Rin gets there, clearly it's a signal for Rin to come in. Yukio is nowhere to be seen, at first, but his bedroom door is open. And there he is, in bed, curled up under a blanket and looking kind of miserable. He doesn't get sick as much now as he did when he was a kid, but this is absolutely a familiar "Yukio feels like garbage" thing.]

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[While Rin was packing the large amount of food for both of them he felt an annoying twist of guilt in his gut and nearly called on someone else to take care of the delivery for him.

But, no. Even if Cloud could easily handle someone like Yukio and not even bat an eye at his usual attitude Rin knows better than to let this stupid lack of communication and repeated cold shoulders towards one another continue.

Of course it could end just as badly as the last two times but Rin still knows he has to try.

The door being open but the apartment otherwise quiet with Yukio absent in the immediate areas doesn't surprise him in the least. Everyone's first few moons are pretty rough. He sets the bulk of it down on the kitchen counter first, taking out a container of simple miso before moving to the bedroom and pushing the door open gently to see--

Yup.

About what he expected.]

Hey...

[His voice is soft and far more sympathetic this time. Entering fully he comes and sits on the edge of the bed near Yukio's feet.]

I brought a lot but I figured you might wanna start with somethin' light first. First coupl'a Cordis moons had me feelin' all kinds of weird.

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[Rin's here. Yukio relaxes, just a little. But Rin's all the way over there, isn't close enough to touch and Yukio hates it. But it's probably better that way, because he knows that desire for contact isn't his, it's the moonblessing. He's struggling against it, even though he can feel that it isn't working, that he's not entirely able to resist.]

It's terrible. [He says, face buried in the pillow so he doesn't have to look at anything.]

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[Rin hesitates, but eventually pats Yukio's hip with the blanket between them. He doesn't linger or give his brother a reason to swat him away.]

It gets better. For now you should probably try to eat somethin'.

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[Yukio stiffens, with a little hiss of breath, almost like the contact hurt. But he doesn't pull away, or complain. He tilts his head slightly, just enough to look at Rin.

And there is food. Fine. He sits up, slides his glasses on, and makes a half-hearted attempt at fixing his hair.]

I don't know if it's going to help. [He says, reaching for the soup already. He already ate like, three days worth of food yesterday.]

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[Rin nods and hands the soup over carefully, container still warm and miso inside steaming but beginning to cool. His ears fold back a little, watching Yukio's movements carefully.]

There's more in the kitchen. I already eat a lot so I'm usually not too bothered by the hunger but I've fed plenty of Cordis at the grill. I know how much they can pack away.

[Rin blinks after a pause, head tilting slightly.]

Huh. No animal parts at all?

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[Yukio should eat this calmly and take his time, but instead he's just chugging that soup, despite the heat. The hunger is really getting to him, but this blunts the edge of it a little bit.]

No, [he says, staring down at the empty container, an embarrassed blush rising up on his cheeks.] It's just... mental.

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[To Rin's credit, he does try to stop him, or at least starts to form a warning, but it's too late and Yukio just goes for it.

Yikes, bro.]

Probably... better that way, honestly. The parts can be annoyin' on top of everythin' else.

[Rin was used to them by now, but he'd also been here almost a year now.

He had considered a Dusklight Bracelet at one point just to not have to constantly deal with the physical changes but being a half demon with a tail already is enough for him.]

Still hungry?

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[He nods.]

What else did you bring? [He'll stand now, getting out of bed with a bit of a frown. He doesn't want to leave his bed, he's comfortable, the bed is soft and the blankets are warm and everything about him right now wants to stay there. But that's Cordis. It's just the moon messing with his head, and he wants to do anything he can to fight against it.]

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[Good luck on that. You'll give in eventually.

Everyone does.

Rin waits until he's moved past to stand as well, listing off a pretty hefty selection of food. It's mostly from the main menu of the grill but he was able to fix up quite a few easier off menu items as well. He even had a some sashimi made up from the usual sushi ingredients he had, since he knew that was a favorite of Yukio's.

He hesitated in the doorway of the bedroom, though, still watching Yukio cautiously.]

I don't have'ta get back any time soon, if you want me to stick around. Or you could chase me out now.

[He gives a shrug like he doesn't care when really he does care. A lot.

He just doesn't know how to deal with Yukio any more than Yukio knows how to deal with... any of this.]

Either way.

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[Yukio doesn't look at Rin, but he doesn't chase him out. He doesn't want Rin to leave, he wants Rin to stay, to not leave him alone, for everything to be all right.

He smiles, a little bit more than just polite. There's a warmth there that's usually missing, the bubbling good mood he's trying to fight off showing through.]

Did you already eat? [Rin can eat some of this, if he wants. Just don't touch his fish.]

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[Rin smiles back, but the way his ears twitch betray that he's not feeling quite the same warmth. He wants to. Lord, he wants to. But he knows this right now a heavily Cordis-affected Yukio and he can't quite shake the uncomfortable feeling that he's taking advantage of something here.

He scratched at his cheek and looked away, admitting after some uncertain hesitation:]

I usually take lunch around now but I haven't had anythin' yet, no...

[But hey, he made the sashimi special for Yukio. He's not going after it.]

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It looks like you brought more than enough. You should eat. [He's mad at Rin, but this isn't about that. This has nothing to do with that and everything to do with how much he's fighting against the impulse to hug his brother and never let go.]

You're always pestering me to make sure I'm eating enough.

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[Rin isn't exactly happy with him, either, but he knows he can't just force Yukio to accept that two years and a lot of nasty shit has passed for him.

He lets out a soft laugh and finally moves from the doorway, coming into the kitchen properly to find one of the various dishes to dig into.]

Yeah, well, now I own a whole restaurant so you don't have any excuse not to have good meals.

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[He relaxes, just a little but enough to be visible when Rin picks up the food and starts eating.]

Doesn't that mean you'll be too busy to cook for me?

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Mn, I mean, I can't drop everythin' all the time to come over, but you can visit the grill, too. Or, if you get a job somewhere else in the city, I can have my delivery guy take you lunch. Cloud's a good guy, he gets stuff where it needs to be fast.

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[There's a sigh, before Yukio shoves some food in his mouth to shut himself up before he says something stupid and impulsive.

After that impulse is shoved away:]

I'm impressed. I didn't think you'd ever own a restaurant. [Work at? Absolutely. Own? That seems too complicated for Rin.]

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[Please, don't hold back on his account...]

Me either! If you're here long enough though you can apply for a business license, though. It was a lotta paperwork and I had to have help in figurin' out the more uh... business-y things but yeah, that place is all mine~

[He grins, showing off fangs with pride. He can't help it. As tense as things are between them it's the one thing he actually wanted Yukio to know about.

To see him succeeding at something.]

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It's work that suits you. [Far better than exorcism work, even with Rin's powers.] I'm glad you're successful.

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[Exorcism had been out of necessity, a desire to prove himself more than just "the son of Satan" and not be executed on the spot. The longer he was away from True Cross, though, the less he felt that drive and the more he felt like he just wanted to be normal, even just a fraction more than he was.

He still fought here, sometimes, when it was needed and things got crazy but his main focus had been on the grill.

And on Kohaku.]

Heh. Thanks. You think you're gonna go back to doctor stuff? I know there's a few clinics and the hospitals here.

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I think I should finish highschool first, nii-san. I might do some volunteer work, but no one's going to hire me for anything I'm not qualified for.

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Oh, shit yeah.

[Mumbled so eloquently around a mouthful of noodles.]

I was already seventeen when I got here so I didn't really bother with it, but there is a school here. Though, really, prismals and moonblessed are all pretty forgivin' of "not a lot of practical experience" considerin'. Y'know. Everythin'.

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In that case, I should be able to get through high school more quickly here than at home, and then think about my options.

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[Rin has to bite back the urge to say something stupid, like 'see, it's not so bad here'. Yukio doesn't need more reminders that he's far from home, with a twin brother two years older and being affected by a damn moon of all things.]

If you start to feel like you're gonna get tight on chroma, lemmie know? Even if you don't wanna do the whole touchyfeely thing I can give you some work at the grill in exchange for it.

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Oh.

[And Yukio just goes red, ducking his head and shoving a too-big bits of food in his mouth and then choking on it a little bit.

He's fine! Just struggling not to give in to that constant urge to hug his brother.]