In This Crooked Little Town What Is Lost is Never Found

[pervy_kappa]

Who ⬤ Sha Gojyo & YOU
What ⬤ April Catch All - Festival, Underground Explorations, Shopping, Partying, and Overall Shenanigans
When ⬤ 4/8 - 4/30
Where ⬤ All Around Jigoku-Cho!
Content Warnings ⬤ There Will be Smoking, Cussing, Drinking, Fighting, Nudity & Sex (Perhaps More? Perhaps More. That will be Updates as it continues)

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[harimaya]

(Shuffling along after him with significantly less enthusiasm but please don't hold it against him Gojyo. This is just how he is. He is a wet blanket.)

... No.

(He looks down at his clothes, a little torn, a little worn, but not as bad as the actual rags he used to wear,)

Didn't really need to dress up and everything would've gotten all torn up anyway.

(So, yeah. He's never really had to worry about his appearances.)

[pervy_kappa]

[You're fine Hizen. Beleive it or not he had spent years enjoying himself beside far wetter blankets than you.]

Eh. Guess that makes sense.

[Truthfully, he kind of understood it. Far too many times along his journey had he found himself away from basic civilization, causing him to look like a ragged vagabond. Far too many times in his life had he lived in situations where nice new clothing like the type they were getting simply wasn't an option.

But it was primarily because of those situations that Gojyo had come to enjoy whenever it was he could embrace the finer things.]

Torn up a lot, huh?

[That gave him enough insight into what sort of life Hizen must have lived.

Leading the smaller Shuten member down the stairs and through the main entrance of the complex, he gave a casual nod to the guard as he shoved his hands into his own pockets.]

I mean, its still a good idea to vary it up. Otherwise those clothes or yours are going to end up so banged up that you may as well be showing it off wherever you go.

[harimaya]

(He does not acknowledge the guard. He never does.

He tugs at one of his sleeves, pulling it over his wrist and frowns at one of the cuts in the cloth. It's still nicer than the clothes he normally wears back home for missions.)

... 'M not used to people looking at me. (Before he came to the citadel, he largely minded his own business and did his own assignments without much help from others. Even at the citadel, he was left alone by most of them; not out of disdain or anything but because of a mutual understanding that they can't control the stories they inherit and Hizen's is a poor and bloodstained one. The best thing they could do was not mention it, let it be, and help him find a better story with his new life among them.) Most people just leave me alone.

'S not like I'm supposed to look nice or anything either.

(He isn't a piece of decoration. He's a tool for killing.)

[pervy_kappa]

[So that's what it was, huh? This kid really just had so little self esteme that he didn't think it was even worth it? Damn.

If that wasn't the most relatable bullshit he had ever heard.]

I mean, you don't gotta look nice usually, sure. But doesn't it piss you off?

[harimaya]

(Does it? He thinks about the question and his answer. He knows what it feels like to be pissed off. Everyone knows how short his temper is and how easy it is to rile him up. When he thinks about what others might think about him, he feels that spike of irritation that makes him defensive but it's... different from being outright mad. There's always that underlying tiredness, a sense that it isn't even really worth getting angry in the end. )

... I dunno. (He's bad with feelings. He's bad at words. He's bad at expressing himself.) Don't really care, I guess.

(If it isn't enough to want to fight or yell, then it's nothing, right?)

Got other things to deal with.

(Like their missions.)

[pervy_kappa]

Eh? I mean, I guess.

[He shrugged his shoulders with that. Taking a moment to enjoy the walk in silence. It wasn't that there wasn't a lot going on in his mind with a response like that, more as he wanted to take a moment to let it simmer in.]

I don't know. I enjoy looking my damn best whenever the opportunity arises, specifically for those reasons you don't.

[Because he would always get so messed up and be in situations where nice clothes would otherwise not last. Because most people had the habit of not noticing him.

Or-- Perhaps 'not noticing' wasn't the right way to phrase it...]

Sometimes, it's nice to look good. To stand out and be looked at positively. But that's just my own damn opinion, I guess.