[she can offer herself up so freely because she'd already put away the boyband posters anything valuable in her room before Kangmo had shown up, so she doesn't feel paranoid leaving him alone in the house. especially not with her housemates.
but really, she'd ask even if she hadn't. Josuke's worth the extra hassle.]
[she's not really surprised it's something like that, considering how late night calls from him have gone before, but it doesn't make it any less concerning. but Hazel keeps it to herself - if he's going to talk about it, he'll tell her when they meet up.]
[One of these days he'll call her up in the middle of the night for some other reason and she'll get to be so surprised! It'll be great.]
Yeah, sure. I'll meet you outside.
[...and he hangs up.
Takes a few minutes to get his shit together, but surely that's to be expected? After all, the state of residence #004 is pretty horrific at the moment. Ever tried opening a door when the knob and all its mechanisms are melting into the framework?
Anyway, when he finally does leave the house, it's with a jacket slung over his shoulder, his hair in frightful disarray, and a scowl in place. It's hard being outdoors. Makes him want to walk, not wait. Makes him want to find the asshole who dared to lay a finger on Kaneki. Makes him want...
...oh dear.
Wasn't concentrating hard enough on holding it all in, he supposes.
Because there goes a mailbox, steel corkscrewing sharply into the air before it topples over and rolls into the empty roadway spilling letters onto the asphalt.]
[thankfully for Josuke's mental state and the surrounding area, they don't actually live that far from each other. Hazel's already closed half the distance between the houses, so she gets a nice view of the mailbox's demise further down the block.]
Hope they weren't expecting a delivery.
[she calls out a little dryly, but honestly the quip's more to distract Josuke than for any sarcastic worth. this is probably the first time she's looked more put together than he has (and in her skeleton hoodie, to boot), and that just ratchets the worry up even further. she picks up the pace a little to close the distance between them more quickly.]
[Josuke doesn't register Hazel's voice as belonging to her right away, not until he whips his head around (ready to spit something snappy at whoever it is) and spies her starting down the street in his direction. Whatever seething remark he'd been readying dies instantly on his tongue and his shoulders hike up defensively around his cheeks instead, fists balling at his sides.
He's glad to see her, of course, but even so...that expression is sour enough to curdle milk from a block away.]
Shit. Fuck. Hope not. Don't really care if they were, though.
[jeez. he's lucky that she's used to much worse looks being slung at her intentionally. as it is she just gently nudges at him with an elbow when she finally catches up to him, the playful gesture a thin disguise for reassurance. curdle as much milk as you want, dude, it's fine with her.]
Well, if that's the house I think it is I'd be surprised if anybody wrote to her at all.
[sorry Courtney, throwing you under the bus for the sake of conversational white noise. she falls silent afterward, however, focusing on keeping up with Josuke's anger-driven and much larger strides. if he wants to talk, he'll start - maybe companionable silence is better for the moment.]
[That earns Hazel a briefly curious look. Josuke hadn't realized she knew more of their neighbors than he did! But maybe that's to be expected if she hangs out in the area more often than he does.
Oh well. Keeps walking.
...until he realizes he's actually a bit ahead of her. And slows down. Smaller strides for her sake. Because he didn't call her out here to keep him company just so he could ditch her.]
I'll write her a note or something. [The irony.] Stick it to her door. If she lost shit, she can blame me.
[Anyway, he's quiet thereafter, at least until they reach the end of the block and he's pretty sure it's just the two of them around. And then...then he's not sure what to say. Or how to say it. Because he's not good at losing people. He doesn't know what the fuck to do.]
You remember that kid from the bonfire? The...uh, the really shy one.
I think there was a couple of us like that, actually. [but one in particular stands out, if only from personal experience, and if it's him...
well, maybe she shouldn't be so surprised. Josuke seemed like the sort of person who'd be friends with everyone. she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and looks up at him askance. he seemed to be having difficulty broaching the subject, so she clumsily takes some of the burden off him.]
[she gives a little shrug. that psychopath's roommate had made it impossible not to see it, but to say that would be unfairly taking the attention away from where it should be. Hazel settles on something simpler instead.]
[That makes Josuke angrier for a split second. The idea that people would remember Kaneki that way if...if he didn't return. That they had to see him that way at all, though!
But the wave of anger passes quickly this time. It's always easier when he's not by himself. When he's not the only one feeling...everything he's feeling. That Hazel's gotta be feeling too, right? Because, while she may not know Kaneki as well as him, she was there at the same party. Had still known him.]
I keep...I keep thinking about trying to find the asshole who did it.
[Keeps thinking he could ask his old man to help, but he honestly doesn't want Joseph to see him like this or to worry. So he hasn't gone to him yet.]
[honestly, Hazel could probably hook him up with an address in pretty short order, and she knows it. but she doesn't even need to ask this question to know what he'd probably do, and it keeps her from bringing that information to bear. the inquiry isn't accusatory, but there's certainly no curiosity in her tone. she wants him to say it aloud.]
[Josuke knows himself fairly well. Even in a blind rage he'd be hard pressed to actually deal anyone lethal damage. That's just not the kind of guy he is.
Not that he's physically incapable of doing so, but the mental capacity for that kind of action, the fortitude...it isn't there.]
What do you mean?
[And it's because he knows himself so well that he can answer without shame.]
I'd make him sorry, that's what. A few times over, and maybe then some. And then I'd turn the bastard in to the police.
[You know. If he didn't turn the guy into a new landmark instead. It's been done before, he could do it again! Start a trend of making ugly-faced monuments in cities made outta shitheads who fuck with his family and friends and cost them their lives. Not a bad idea, right?
...
Okay, he wouldn't really do it on purpose. But if he got pissed off enough and it happened anyway? He wouldn't feel badly about it, either.]
[this whole thing is a little ruined by the fact that Hazel never actually got Kaneki's name and substitutes it for a hand hand gesture, but the tone of the question remains.
Hazel doesn't know very much, but she does happen to be intimately acquainted with death and justice. both sides of it, now.]
People who do something like that don't second guess themselves. You'd just be painting a big target on your back for no reason.
[and she doesn't want that. not for anything, but especially not over some lunatic who'd already confessed over a public network. the brutality of it all was a big enough sign that he wouldn't learn from some beating - especially not if what Kangmo had said was true.
was that wrong of her? to want her friends safe? or was it because she was so used to being unable to do anything, to being boxed into passivity, that she couldn't see any other way? she doesn't know the answer to that.]
You think I can't handle wearing a target? Wouldn't be the last time, Hazel. Sure as hell won't be the last. And the way I see it, it's better me than my friends.
[It doesn't bother him, that much is obvious. He's always been willing to throw himself in harm's way if it means preserving the wellness of one of his loved ones. It doesn't matter to him how much he gets torn up because of it, just as long as the people that he cares about can walk away unharmed...
But they can't if he's too badly hurt, can they? Because there are...different kinds of pain than that which is physical. And Josuke...doesn't really want to hurt anybody that way, either.
Which is a realization that ultimately has his shoulders slumping and head hanging, because...]
I feel fucking useless.
[Unable to do a damn thing to help, just like it'd been with Shigechi.]
[she wants to snap at him over that but manages to restrain herself. he seems to understand the onus someone might take with that mindset on his own, which pricks at her conscience in different ways. is this what Tempo feels every time Hazel hurls herself into a fatal situation? the thought is sudden and a little alarming, and she sweeps it away as soon as it arises.
instead she shoves her hands into her hoodie's pouch, worrying her bottom lip unconsciously. it must be very different for Josuke, so used to being able to launch into action, to be faced with this. there was a distance for him to fall, rather than the impossible climb she was used to.
what can she say to that? she's never been some sort of emotional master. looks like even here, Hazel was faced with that familiar uselessness.]
That's never going to go away. But...you're not. I don't think I've ever met anyone less useless in my life.
[both of them. because while she had certainly encountered people that could easily be classed as more powerful and proactive than him, Josuke is a relentless force of good. it's like having the dependability of the sunrise in a single person.]
It's just going to take a while to figure out what everyone needs right now. And I know that sounds like a shitty copout or whatever, but it's true! You're going to help.
[her words are clumsy as always, but there's a sincere earnestness shining through them all. Hazel really believes with all her soul that if there's anyone who can find a way to ease the weight of any situation, it's her friend.
she falls silent for a few moments, before adding something a little more playful, as if she's embarrassed about her own perceived failures at comfort.]
And if you really need to whale on something in the meantime, you can always smack me around. You can't even keep my nose broken for more than five seconds.
[Her words may be clumsy, but they're also heartfelt and honest—not to mention exactly what Josuke needs to hear at the moment.]
I know...you're probably right, it was just a lot easier back home.
[When this sort of thing happened, or when the threat of it happening loomed overhead, Josuke and his friends were the ones to defend Morioh. They'd all been on the same page as one another, willing to risk their own lives if it meant protecting their family, their friends, and their home. They didn't have the same repercussions there to worry about as he has here. It makes things much more complicated...
He sighs and, at the last of what Hazel says, shakes his head before abruptly turning and pulling her into a tight hug.]
That's gotta be the stupidest fucking suggestion I've ever heard. Just so you know.
[She's one of the last people he'd ever want to hurt with or without the use of his Stand. Which she has to know better than anybody by now, though Josuke suspects she only suggested it in the hopes of lightening the atmosphere a little...and it works. Somewhat. Or at least manages to help him channel his emotions in a different, less destructive way.]
[oh, well. Hazel certainly doesn't protest and immediately wraps her arms around him to return the hug. this is something that she's much more accustomed to - even after the gap and the fear and everything else, she feels better giving comfort like this than fumbling around with speeches that just probably just make her sound like an asshole.]
I'd hope so - I'm the current record holder for worst ideas in the multiverse. Usually I charge for gold like that, but you're my friend, so...
[all of this is mumbled into his chest and probably a bitch to actually hear, but it doesn't really matter. she could be saying anything and the meaning would be the same: she's here for Josuke, whatever he needs.]
And all this time I thought you were just putting up with me.
[Not true at all. Josuke knows they're friends. They may take jabs at one another whenever the chance arrives, but the fact that they can do that at all without their being any hard feelings between them is a testament to how strong their friendship actually is.
It's also the reason behind his embrace lasting a little longer than it might ordinarily, because he appreciates everything she's doing for him. By just being there, by trying to offer up light words of consolation, and by hugging him back. Because goddamn it. He needs it right now.
Though he does release her after the passing of a few more seconds. A bit reluctantly, because the second he does, he feels restless again, but it's better than making things awkward.]
I do need to blow off some steam, though. What do you do when it's this late and you gotta do something to avoid exploding?
[Hazel has a lot of answers to that question, but she hesitates at giving them because the majority are either worrying practices or both illegal and impossible to carry out in this world. digging up a murdered woman's remains and hauling it across town really isn't the sort of thing you recommend to friends.
so she chews the inside of her cheek in thought, trying to just keep it to things she's done here. not that it helps too much - even sitting for hours in the shower to try and turn her brain off sounds pathetic and depressing when presented objectively.]
I run. Just keep going until I have no idea where I am or the sun comes up or - you stop thinking after a while.
[she doesn't realize it, but Hazel's response goes much further than just here, just a single night. all she ever does is run away from the things she knows she can't escape. bus schedules are easier to focus on than her own existence.]
[Because he can't tackle his problems head on right now, so he may as well do something active to wear himself out, make his brain stop thinking about anything besides the friend at his side, the air in his lungs, and the ground underfoot.
[she scuffs her shoes against the pavement gently, tilting her head with a soft grin that borders on cocky. yeah, this is definitely something that she can give. it makes her feel good, to know that she isn't a complete failure in the things that she's finding matter most to her.]
I'm going to kick your ass since it's long distance, though, so don't count on winning to boost your mood.
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[she can offer herself up so freely because she'd already put away
the boyband postersanything valuable in her room before Kangmo had shown up, so she doesn't feel paranoid leaving him alone in the house. especially not with her housemates.but really, she'd ask even if she hadn't. Josuke's worth the extra hassle.]
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Sure, ok. Let's go for a walk.
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Yeah, sure. I'll meet you outside.
[...and he hangs up.
Takes a few minutes to get his shit together, but surely that's to be expected? After all, the state of residence #004 is pretty horrific at the moment. Ever tried opening a door when the knob and all its mechanisms are melting into the framework?
Anyway, when he finally does leave the house, it's with a jacket slung over his shoulder, his hair in frightful disarray, and a scowl in place. It's hard being outdoors. Makes him want to walk, not wait. Makes him want to find the asshole who dared to lay a finger on Kaneki. Makes him want...
...oh dear.
Wasn't concentrating hard enough on holding it all in, he supposes.
Because there goes a mailbox, steel corkscrewing sharply into the air before it topples over and rolls into the empty roadway spilling letters onto the asphalt.]
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Hope they weren't expecting a delivery.
[she calls out a little dryly, but honestly the quip's more to distract Josuke than for any sarcastic worth. this is probably the first time she's looked more put together than he has (and in her skeleton hoodie, to boot), and that just ratchets the worry up even further. she picks up the pace a little to close the distance between them more quickly.]
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[Josuke doesn't register Hazel's voice as belonging to her right away, not until he whips his head around (ready to spit something snappy at whoever it is) and spies her starting down the street in his direction. Whatever seething remark he'd been readying dies instantly on his tongue and his shoulders hike up defensively around his cheeks instead, fists balling at his sides.
He's glad to see her, of course, but even so...that expression is sour enough to curdle milk from a block away.]
Shit. Fuck. Hope not. Don't really care if they were, though.
[And he starts walking. Better to keep moving.]
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Well, if that's the house I think it is I'd be surprised if anybody wrote to her at all.
[sorry Courtney, throwing you under the bus for the sake of conversational white noise. she falls silent afterward, however, focusing on keeping up with Josuke's anger-driven and much larger strides. if he wants to talk, he'll start - maybe companionable silence is better for the moment.]
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Oh well. Keeps walking.
...until he realizes he's actually a bit ahead of her. And slows down. Smaller strides for her sake. Because he didn't call her out here to keep him company just so he could ditch her.]
I'll write her a note or something. [The irony.] Stick it to her door. If she lost shit, she can blame me.
[Anyway, he's quiet thereafter, at least until they reach the end of the block and he's pretty sure it's just the two of them around. And then...then he's not sure what to say. Or how to say it. Because he's not good at losing people. He doesn't know what the fuck to do.]
You remember that kid from the bonfire? The...uh, the really shy one.
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well, maybe she shouldn't be so surprised. Josuke seemed like the sort of person who'd be friends with everyone. she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and looks up at him askance. he seemed to be having difficulty broaching the subject, so she clumsily takes some of the burden off him.]
Is this about the, um - on the network?
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You saw it?
[...everyone's probably seen it.]
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Kind of hard to miss.
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But the wave of anger passes quickly this time. It's always easier when he's not by himself. When he's not the only one feeling...everything he's feeling. That Hazel's gotta be feeling too, right? Because, while she may not know Kaneki as well as him, she was there at the same party. Had still known him.]
I keep...I keep thinking about trying to find the asshole who did it.
[Keeps thinking he could ask his old man to help, but he honestly doesn't want Joseph to see him like this or to worry. So he hasn't gone to him yet.]
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[honestly, Hazel could probably hook him up with an address in pretty short order, and she knows it. but she doesn't even need to ask this question to know what he'd probably do, and it keeps her from bringing that information to bear. the inquiry isn't accusatory, but there's certainly no curiosity in her tone. she wants him to say it aloud.]
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Not that he's physically incapable of doing so, but the mental capacity for that kind of action, the fortitude...it isn't there.]
What do you mean?
[And it's because he knows himself so well that he can answer without shame.]
I'd make him sorry, that's what. A few times over, and maybe then some. And then I'd turn the bastard in to the police.
[You know. If he didn't turn the guy into a new landmark instead. It's been done before, he could do it again! Start a trend of making ugly-faced monuments in cities made outta shitheads who fuck with his family and friends and cost them their lives. Not a bad idea, right?
...
Okay, he wouldn't really do it on purpose. But if he got pissed off enough and it happened anyway? He wouldn't feel badly about it, either.]
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[this whole thing is a little ruined by the fact that Hazel never actually got Kaneki's name and substitutes it for a hand hand gesture, but the tone of the question remains.
Hazel doesn't know very much, but she does happen to be intimately acquainted with death and justice. both sides of it, now.]
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At the very least? Might make people think twice about killing. Or going after Ken again.
[He really can't abide by it, the senselessness of taking lives. Especially in the name of justice.]
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[and she doesn't want that. not for anything, but especially not over some lunatic who'd already confessed over a public network. the brutality of it all was a big enough sign that he wouldn't learn from some beating - especially not if what Kangmo had said was true.
was that wrong of her? to want her friends safe? or was it because she was so used to being unable to do anything, to being boxed into passivity, that she couldn't see any other way? she doesn't know the answer to that.]
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[It doesn't bother him, that much is obvious. He's always been willing to throw himself in harm's way if it means preserving the wellness of one of his loved ones. It doesn't matter to him how much he gets torn up because of it, just as long as the people that he cares about can walk away unharmed...
But they can't if he's too badly hurt, can they? Because there are...different kinds of pain than that which is physical. And Josuke...doesn't really want to hurt anybody that way, either.
Which is a realization that ultimately has his shoulders slumping and head hanging, because...]
I feel fucking useless.
[Unable to do a damn thing to help, just like it'd been with Shigechi.]
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instead she shoves her hands into her hoodie's pouch, worrying her bottom lip unconsciously. it must be very different for Josuke, so used to being able to launch into action, to be faced with this. there was a distance for him to fall, rather than the impossible climb she was used to.
what can she say to that? she's never been some sort of emotional master. looks like even here, Hazel was faced with that familiar uselessness.]
That's never going to go away. But...you're not. I don't think I've ever met anyone less useless in my life.
[both of them. because while she had certainly encountered people that could easily be classed as more powerful and proactive than him, Josuke is a relentless force of good. it's like having the dependability of the sunrise in a single person.]
It's just going to take a while to figure out what everyone needs right now. And I know that sounds like a shitty copout or whatever, but it's true! You're going to help.
[her words are clumsy as always, but there's a sincere earnestness shining through them all. Hazel really believes with all her soul that if there's anyone who can find a way to ease the weight of any situation, it's her friend.
she falls silent for a few moments, before adding something a little more playful, as if she's embarrassed about her own perceived failures at comfort.]
And if you really need to whale on something in the meantime, you can always smack me around. You can't even keep my nose broken for more than five seconds.
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I know...you're probably right, it was just a lot easier back home.
[When this sort of thing happened, or when the threat of it happening loomed overhead, Josuke and his friends were the ones to defend Morioh. They'd all been on the same page as one another, willing to risk their own lives if it meant protecting their family, their friends, and their home. They didn't have the same repercussions there to worry about as he has here. It makes things much more complicated...
He sighs and, at the last of what Hazel says, shakes his head before abruptly turning and pulling her into a tight hug.]
That's gotta be the stupidest fucking suggestion I've ever heard. Just so you know.
[She's one of the last people he'd ever want to hurt with or without the use of his Stand. Which she has to know better than anybody by now, though Josuke suspects she only suggested it in the hopes of lightening the atmosphere a little...and it works. Somewhat. Or at least manages to help him channel his emotions in a different, less destructive way.]
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I'd hope so - I'm the current record holder for worst ideas in the multiverse. Usually I charge for gold like that, but you're my friend, so...
[all of this is mumbled into his chest and probably a bitch to actually hear, but it doesn't really matter. she could be saying anything and the meaning would be the same: she's here for Josuke, whatever he needs.]
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[Not true at all. Josuke knows they're friends. They may take jabs at one another whenever the chance arrives, but the fact that they can do that at all without their being any hard feelings between them is a testament to how strong their friendship actually is.
It's also the reason behind his embrace lasting a little longer than it might ordinarily, because he appreciates everything she's doing for him. By just being there, by trying to offer up light words of consolation, and by hugging him back. Because goddamn it. He needs it right now.
Though he does release her after the passing of a few more seconds. A bit reluctantly, because the second he does, he feels restless again, but it's better than making things awkward.]
I do need to blow off some steam, though. What do you do when it's this late and you gotta do something to avoid exploding?
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so she chews the inside of her cheek in thought, trying to just keep it to things she's done here. not that it helps too much - even sitting for hours in the shower to try and turn her brain off sounds pathetic and depressing when presented objectively.]
I run. Just keep going until I have no idea where I am or the sun comes up or - you stop thinking after a while.
[she doesn't realize it, but Hazel's response goes much further than just here, just a single night. all she ever does is run away from the things she knows she can't escape. bus schedules are easier to focus on than her own existence.]
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[Because he can't tackle his problems head on right now, so he may as well do something active to wear himself out, make his brain stop thinking about anything besides the friend at his side, the air in his lungs, and the ground underfoot.
...sounds relaxing already, to be honest.]
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[she scuffs her shoes against the pavement gently, tilting her head with a soft grin that borders on cocky. yeah, this is definitely something that she can give. it makes her feel good, to know that she isn't a complete failure in the things that she's finding matter most to her.]
I'm going to kick your ass since it's long distance, though, so don't count on winning to boost your mood.
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