tunasub | stop eating grass seto

[ So maybe Shin couldn't actually eat anymore. That was fine and expected; he'd been fully aware of the consequences of assuming a virtual form when he did it. But he could still remember how to cook and the taste of food and certain dishes. Day by day, spending time with the other few people that shared this little spaceship cabin, he was beginning to remember more about what humanity was really like - before Glass Cage and the human empathy project, before he learned about everything. And little by little, he was starting to open back up again. When they'd celebrated his birthday unexpectedly, he'd been pleasantly surprised - a feeling he hadn't had since that night on Tokyo Tower. But, moreover, he wasn't just pleased; he was grateful. That never happened.

Towards Seto, he especially felt gratitude. After all, he already owed him a great deal. Thus, for once, the bitter Shin felt like he ought to do something for someone, and that would be why he's in the kitchen, apparently making noodles. Just udon noodles.

Maybe he wasn't great at it, but he might as well try. ]

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[ He stiffens up at the contact, hands hovering a little awkwardly behind Seto. It wasn't that he hadn't expected this, but the situation was still so surreal - especially for him. It shouldn't be happening. If it were up to him, it wouldn't be. But Seto seemed convinced that Shin was Shin was Shin. And considering he was the one with the memories, it felt wrong to deny that he was right.

Hesitantly, he returns the embrace, just barely putting his arms around Seto. Ghostly hug for sure. ]

[It's enough for him. All he ever wanted was to have the chance to be with his grandpa and tell him all the things he never said while he was alive. Shin could probably tell that he's elated. So beyond happy his big head could float all the way into space.

While he was lonely most of the time living with grandpa, he was never unhappy. The old man took care of him and helped him. The best moments were when they were together, like this, though he wasn't affectionate and Seto could count on his fingers the number of times it happened.]

I'll still call you Shin. That's your name and that's...who you are now.

[He starts after a few seconds of silence, still holding onto him.]

But I will always love you like Grandpa and I'll protect you.

[ It still feels wrong to him. Whatever semblance of morality he had left, whatever was in the process of growing back, was quite determined on feeling guilty about this. However, it was hard to push Seto away when he was obviously so happy, even for Shin. He lets his hands rest a little awkwardly on Seto's shoulders, clearly uncertain on what he should do. It wasn't that he didn't like kids, if Seto could still be called one - back before Glass Cage, he'd been quite fond of them, actually. But it had been years and years since he'd touched anybody, or even wanted to, and vice versa. Until that night on the tower with Sai, he hadn't even had the faintest inkling of any sort of positive emotion. In a word... he was rusty. Emotionally.

And this is all a little overwhelming. That not one, but two people could say that they loved him, even now... If he looked up at Shin's face, he'd see him with a rare expression - one of vulnerability and caution and, just barely, gratitude. What can he even say to that? ]

... Thank you. [ he answers a little lamely. He wasn't old enough to be called Grandpa, anyway. Or he didn't feel like it. ]

stop eating grass seto

/lies on the ground with your salami

be sure to treat it nicely

oh my god seto is so cute i'm going to throw up all my organs