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[One way or another, Genya eventually allows himself to crawl back inside. For the most part, he lays low for about a week and doesn't really take any visitors. Eventually, though, he makes his way toward Senjuro's room. Since Kyojuro didn't seem to protest his return, Genya figures it's ok to be here.

He knocks on the door twice, then waits. His gaze is glued to the ground.]

[while senjuro isn't necessarily privy to every detail surrounding... the events early this month, he's an observant guy. he saw who was present or absent for what periods of time, who maintained or lost their sun marks. it's plain as day that when genya shows up at his door, something is terribly wrong.]

Genya... [there's no "mister," no "shinazugawa," just something small and familiar and almost fragile. senjuro may be too hesitant to physically reach out to him yet, but puck is at his master's side and extends a hand to genya, which will resort to grasping at his pant leg if the teen doesn't accept his gesture outright.] Please, come in.

[Genya does his best to read Senjuro's expression. It's hard to tell if the younger boy is upset by his presence, or if he's only worried. Some part of him does think to back away and never look back but... that hand all but tugs him inward, doesn't it?

He takes a few steps inside, then closes the door. It's the best both of them are going to get, considering the way he promptly leans against it, then slides down to the ground.]

You... haven't gotten hurt, right?

[he would have made room for genya to sit somewhere comfortable, but so long as the other boy just ends up on the ground, senjuro will join him. at first, he kneels in front of genya, but decides that maybe that's too confrontational, so he ends up scooting to the side of him and also leaning against a wall. for now, his hands remain in his lap so that he can wring them together.]

No, not at all. I'm -- not actually afraid of anyone here harming me. Is that strange?

[he can see clearly that genya's mark is just as prevalent as his own, and yet the older boy's face belies some sort of deep upset.]

Are you hurt?

[Genya scoffs hard enough to make his throat ache. Immediately he regrets it — Senjuro is only trying to help. Pushing others away wasn't going to make up for what happened either. Still, it beggars belief to think that Senjuro might say something like that, while seated next to a killer.

Dimly, Genya considers shifting away.]

No, not me.

[He curls his hands into fists, then releases them. The motion repeats a handful of times.]

I... did somethin' pretty bad, Senjuro.

[the motion of genya's hands isn't lost on senjuro, nor is his reaction to his own words. he forces his hands apart and slides one part of the way toward genya, not invading his space exactly, but remaining there as something of an offering. if genya wants comfort, it's ready and available.]

What happened? [there's no judgment in his voice, but concern. maybe for others as well as genya, but genya is the one beside him right now, so the one he tries to focus on.]

[The motion of Senjuro's hand isn't lost on him. Though he stares at it for a long few minutes, though he strongly considers pulling away, he eventually allows his own fingers to snake around the other boy's.]

... I killed that demon, for starters. Seemed like he wanted me to, so maybe that's not so bad. But afterward...

[He chews on the inside of his cheek for a moment.]

I have an ability, y'know. I can... take things from people. Cloth. Hair. Blood... If I did it to Puck, maybe I'd get cool hands. [He doesn't dare make a motion, doesn't joke about trying.] Back home, I used it on demons. Used demons. And since it's not magic, I thought it might work here.

Oh.

[that's... really all he has to say, regarding akaza. that demon is more perplexing to senjuro than probably anyone else here in the grove, though given how submissive he appears to be with kyojuro, senjuro can't fathom ever being at risk, himself. especially if the demon apparently desired to be killed by a slayer... very strange.

neither puck nor senjuro recoil from genya's words, vague as they are. puck's stuffed head flops to one side like a puppy's, and senjuro's hand gives genya's the tiniest squeeze.]

How does "taking things" give you... um, "cool hands"...?

Yeah. Oh.

[Genya doesn't return the squeeze. He wants to, but he's already at the limits of trust with himself.]

I... eat it. And when I ate part of Akaza, it made me more of a demon than ever. I think... something about what's happening here made it worse. So then I kept eating.

[He breathes in, the noise trembling at the edges.]

And when I finished with him. I wanted more.

[... there's something to be said, probably, about the fact that genya is telling him all of this, while maintaining the contact that senjuro offered. it may be desperation on genya's part just as easily as it could be trust in senjuro, but either way, the younger very much wants to avoid taking it for granted.

it's... unsettling at best, what genya describes. the implications are admittedly horrifying. but for as much as senjuro scrutinizes genya's face, in the here and now, he still fails to see an active threat.]

More... ah... parts? [demon, or human, he doesn't specify. he's sure genya can and will do as much if he desires.]

[That draws a snort out of Genya, unamused though it truly is. He gives a nod all the same.]

Yeah. Pretty much. Only there were no more parts of Akaza left, so... [He motions vaguely.]

Muichiro found me. You can... probably figure out the rest from there.

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