jigokulogs | (july catch-all) oh, the misery

... you don't say.

[ robin's tone shifts slightly, from the one that could make a rainbow appear out of nowhere, to something a little cooler. still sweet, but with an edge. as he turns his head slightly to look at shin with the corners of his eyes, robin hums lightly. ]

Well. Um! If you ever run into problems... take a picture of whoever's causing them, and... just show me sometime, okay?

[ the building is in sight and they're almost at the entrance of the building. ]

Honestly, I like... I miss snuggling with others in bed. A teddy bear doesn't quite work all the time.

Don't worry, they didn't hurt me. Just my ego.

(which is, well, absolutely fine with the fact that he's not strong. after all, this is shin. being frail and small is part of what gives him that look, and -- he's not supposed to grow taller, anyway. that's why he's skipping way too many meals. even if he had the strength, he would have no stamina.

and he's got a little army behind him now. no need to involve sunshine in it, is there?

this is robin's space, so he's letting the other lead.)

I'll gladly sleep next to you, on that case... Who were you snuggling with?! Should I get jealous?!

(he wouldn't, and the laughter punctuates that.)

[ inside they go. it's a rather clean looking place already, something that robin's already used to. it was the previous apartments that made him a little worried at first until he met his neighbors, and then it was a lot better for him. ]

I'm on the second floor! I always take the stairs. Something about elevators and youkai and things being haunted.

[ he opens the door into the building and holds it for shin, letting go once the other enters. ]

And nooooo, don't be jealous! I've been pretty lonely... um... but it's okay.

[ up the stairs and down the hall, and he'll stop in front of his door. ]

... Is that a thing? Yokai hunting technology? Should I be more worried?

(he hasn't even heard of the umbrella yokai yet. a naive, naive child. it's with respect that shin makes his way into the apartment. despite everything, he forgets to leave his shoes at the door, but he does remove the guitar out of his shoulder.

it's time to find a spot on the floor and have robin take the stage.)

Not at all.

[ his apartment is comfortable, not too big or small. a bedroom. a living room with a separate kitchen that has a decent amount of sweets sitting on the shelves. ]

Here... let me... okay. Ready?

[ pulling out his phone, he starts playing a song that he can sing with. it's his song.

when he's done? robin bows. ]

(nothing is so special than being sung to, he would think, and robin's just so passionate about it that all shin can do is to smile, beamingly, hands on top of his acoustic guitar and his chin on his forearms.

just admiring the other, even a gentle blush coloring otherwise fair cheeks.

once the song ceases, shin gives his share of applause, excited for the honor.)

You're so good, Robin!!

Thank you! Ehe~

[ he blows shin a kiss, bringing his hands in front of his chest with his palms together. ]

It's a song I sang to get people to come to our first show. It was a huge hit! People were clamoring to come see OZ.

[ and then robin sighs, lowering a hand down to shin. ]

Come, let's sit on the couch at least! It's more comfy.

(well, he does like the floor! but alright, alright. he'll take the hand, his free hand on the guitar's dashboard, but the one touching robin? that one pulls him closer to kiss his cheek.

freaking adorable motherfucker!!!!!!)

Look at that! You should perform here as well, you know? More often. Make it big.

I do! I want to! But...

[ robin huffs at the kiss. wow, another one please! ]

... it's hard. Doing things without my band feels empty at times. I know I can make it so it sounds like they're here, or I could fill in their parts myself. It doesn't feel right.

[ hand over his chest, over his heart, as he wraps his arms around shin. ]

But I'll try.

(the little hand on chest goes around shin, and he's smiling. he gets it, the loneliness of being the only one when your experience is of togetherness. their musical styles don't seem to mesh, but shin would be more than overjoyed to play so that robin could shine.

at least robin's not heavy, shin can actually lift him a few inches from the ground once his own arms wrap around sunshine, and he tiptoes to hide on the crook of the other's neck again once shin's feet hit the floor.)

If that's what your heart is telling you, I'll support you.

Edited 2022-08-11 13:07 (UTC)

[ listen, he's trying his best not to tear up right now? that out of everyone in this city, there are only so many that understand what a musician's plight might actually be, nevertheless a performer in general. ]

Okay... good. I'm glad!

[ a kiss on the forehead. a kiss on the cheek. shin deserves a lot more, honestly. ]

I'm just so happy to have you, you know?

(in six years time, shin will leave the guitar as a hobby, the bass as a way to fill the absence when blast comes to a halt. his arrest won't be a theme for discussion in the years to come, nor will it hurt his career with how well it will be covered. in six years time, he'll find his true calling, theater over music, and he'll be, overall, satisfied.

that doesn't mean he doesn't understand how lonely it must be for robin. he's going through the same thing after all. some part of him debates on telling robin he shouldn't be so happy - shin tends to leave a trail of problems where he goes. another melts, and he just squeezes a little before he takes robin's lips against his own.)

Trust me, I'm much luckier to have found you than you are to have found me. Now, should I play something for you?

Yeah! Please do! I've... well, I've played a little bit of piano, but that's it. I'm used to having others play for me while I sing.

[ not just in the church, but on the stage as well--- where the backup musicians are more than just figments of a shared imagination. no, they are a part of the prison that robin can conjure up at a moment's notice. it's the rest of his unit that he lacks, and that'll take some time for him to get used to...

but for right now? he savors the taste of shin's kiss on his lips for a second or two before giggling. ]

So yeah! I wanna hear...

If there's anything you would like to sing, just tell me, I can learn from listening or reading! ♡

(he's not the best bassist in the world, nor guitarist, but he's not lacking. it's easy to bring his guitar, settling down on the couch as he tries a chords or two, just to make sure it's tuned.

by ear, he plays with it until the sweet notes align with each other.)

So, love song, sad song... What do you feel like today?

... something that makes you happy, Shin. What kind of song makes you smile?

[ one arm snakes around shin's side, to rest there. as much as he wants to lean, he doesn't want to get in the way of the instrument or the lovely one playing it. ]

I'm not usually around people who can play, so. Surprise me.

A song that makes me happy? Mhm...

(he'll get to it, a little medley. his fingers are capable, and they slide across the board with ease as shin smiles, wondering whether robin knows any of these. all old, even from shin's perspective.)

[ robin listens. he watches. not just shin's fingers, but his face. he takes it all in and taps his foot to the beat of each, more or less entranced by shin's ability to play...

sadly, he doesn't recognize a single one. but they all sound good to him! ]

I like it! [ the vampire giggles. ] But that's what, a bunch of songs?

(good, because shin's face is nothing less than pure happiness as his fingers slide and press the strings. guitar's always been comfortable, like one of the rare pieces of him that have remained unchanged through it all.

god, that giggle, though. shin could honestly hear it all day. can he pull more out of robin? a kiss attack shall come later.)

Yes, it's a medley. They're from the 70's mostly, so they were still popular when I was... Born...

( :(((((( HE'S OLD.)

[ wow, the 70s! that was so long ago... at least, to robin. but that doesn't make shin old! not in the slightest! that's the best thing about their situations; it's not like shin will wake up one morning and suddenly just be older. right?

that'd be pretty unfair to robin, who again has eternity on his side. ]

Well, I'm glad you played them for me.

[ one hand around shin's waist now. ]

... guess that means I'll have to sing something else for you soon, huh!

( :) no)

Honestly? You could even record it for me, I'd put it as my ringtone.

(he super would. for someone who likes to play detached and casual, well, he's not that much. he feels that hand on his waist, feels the warmth it emanates against the fabric of his shirt, and shin sighs a little bit.

his lips meet the smooth skin of robin's cheek, but for as much as he'd love to pull the other to his lap, continue what they had at the festival, it's not really like him to force anything, much less with someone who's inexperienced and, well, innocent like this. he'll leave it to robin to decide what they do next, pulling back and playing some chords on his guitar, just to keep his hands occupied.)

I wonder... Is there a song about a Robin?

Hm... if there is, then I don't know it!

[ any songs about robins he surely would know? it would add to his portfolio of cuteness, his arsenal of adorableness. it would make him stronger and the world would surely take a knee to the pink haired, cotton candy songbird that he is?

but that's all he wants to do, physically. kisses. bumps, hugs. he'll even go as far to snuggle and cuddle him on this couch, as soon as that guitar is safely stowed away. that he doesn't want to accidentally break something?

he will, however, lean back into shin. ]

Could even make one up, if you wanted!

I'm not a good lyricist, though... My position in the band is the arrangements, and the English, because Nana definitely cannot speak it.

(does a pretty good job at using it in the songs, all things considered. with all the care in the world, he sets his guitar down, making sure it's well supported against the surface it's resting upon. shin's thin arms wrap around the older boy, face hiding against his neck.

why does he even smell sweet?)

What would you want your song to be about?

[ he smells sweet because of all the candy he eats, obviously! or it's because he likes to use a nice shampoo and conditioner, a body wash that matches those scents, and then spritzes himself with a little bit of perfume... ]

Oh, about bunnies. Rainbows. Lollipops.

[ he says these things like he's thought about this question before, and then robin giggles. ]

You know! The usual!

[ his hands drift down to shin's sides, giving them a squeeze. ]

I'll see what I can do!

(stop, he's going to have to snuggle against it. it smells nice, and it's warm, and it belongs to robin, and oh, dear lord.

the squeeze makes him jump slightly, the giggles that accompany it in good mood.)

Shh, you found my tickles... It's a secret...!

I won't tell anyone. I promise.

[ and he means it. he won't tell a soul. he loves shin too much! ]

And you can take your time! I'm not going anywhere.

[ he doesn't plan on leaving this hell for a long, long time. ]

(july catch-all) oh, the misery

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