Hm, well if you had to ask me... I believe she would be more relieved than anything else. [ And he responds with a solemn smile; he's not saddened by the confession, but it obviously isn't being said in a delightful tone for a reason. ] That isn't to say that I'm some casanova with a record of breaking hearts, but rather I believe that she would be... better without a person like me.
[ She makes a troubled face for a few moments, trying to understand what he means. Sure, she had felt like Light might be better off without her at times, but that only drove her to become useful to him, become something irreplaceable. ]
So...you don't want to become a person that she wouldn't be better without?
[ Misa comes from a perspective of being willing to change herself in any way to stay with the person she loved, so it's confusing to her to see someone talk about their fiancée in such a way. ]
I believe it's possible for me to care for someone... in a platonic sort of way. But love wouldn't be the correct description for it, just devotion and care, the word is much too big for me to use without a care in the world.
[ So, yeah, unfortunately that goes without saying that he means everyone. ]
It's quite troubling. And even though I yearn for these emotions I can not feel, it also means that I don't feel envious of the people around me, like yourself, who can so easily. But this detachment from common feelings have followed me all my life.
Clair. [ His voice is hoarse, initially, needing a quick clearing of his throat as he tug her into the residential area. ] Will you just... Please. [ He actually finds himself somewhat disgusted in the sound of his own voice; his tone akin to someone pleading as if the night were their last. Desperately he continues to keep the more rational half of him together, even if the fingers that follow the dip of her waist tell him something else. ]
We're already here.
[ Of course he's aware of where she stays and it takes a few minutes until they are at her doorstep.
But within those few minutes there's something that burns in his chest. A sudden drive that goes against his moral code, rippling through as if it were changing him from the inside out, causing that rational half from earlier to be easily pushed aside. His arm that had been left on her waist with a feeling of unrest slowly envelops Clair, pulling her closer to him. He succumbs to the desire of wanting to feel her body against his own; warm, slender and small, nothing like the hard and structured muscle of his own body. ] Then... is this fine? [ He feels that he needs to ask this while he brings his other arm into the hold, completing the embrace. ] Say if this were my choice, would that be fine with you, Clair?
That's wonderful to hear, then I'll— [ He stops mid-sentence, his mouth hanging open for a split second as he realizes that something about the words that leave Keaton's mouth are a bit... out of the ordinary. He mentions no sticks, but an entire tree, and somewhere in the back of Lukas' mind he realizes that he's made a Big Misteak. ]
I don't think I need a whole tree. [ He thinks, but there's the rebellious side of him that questions if it's possible for a furry to rip a tree from out of the ground. ] Though I won't complain?
[ there are no such things as big misteaks. only happy accidents! except, well. this is probably going to file under big accidents. or happy misteaks. one of those two. ]
Then it's settled! [ he cracks his knuckles, eyeing the tree. yes, it's definitely small enough for him to take down himself, though it'll require a little bit of additional strength that he doesn't have in his current form.
and with that, the stone is pulled out of his pocket (which one? it is a mystery) and he holds it close to his chest as a bright envelops him and yep now he's this. ]
One tree, coming up!
[ and slams one fist into the tree... then another, the noise echoing all around as it falls in a instant. even as a hulking beast, his tail still whips around in a frenzy as he lifts up the trunk and with a grunt, tosses it into one of the skull's openings.
Lukas is a little confused, and surprised, to say the least. It's the first he's seen man transform to beast--at least in a way that doesn't completely corrupts him and creates the same person into a monster. So as Keaton retrieves the tree Lukas is just standing... bewildered, mouth slightly agape and eyes wide. ]
... That's more than enough, yes. [ Moving on to the more important things: ] Is this a normal ability of yours?
[ and just like that, he shifts back into his more 'normal' form. brushing his hair with a hand, he addresses Lukas with a smile and a nod. ]
Of course! All Wolfskin can do that. [ then he dusts his hands off, before reaching back and getting some to put back in his hair. one smooth action to replace the Good dust. ]
Let me guess... first time you've seen something like this before, right? No problem! Don't worry, I won't hurt you--- and look, you've got your branches! Well. Kind of.
[ At the name wolfskin he promptly tilts his head, evidently confused as before he opts to take a look at the tree he had thrown into the head of the skull earlier. He may have to chop some of it away but... he's definitely not going to complain.
Also what is Keaton doing? That just made him messy? Wha t t the heell is going on?????????? ]
Kind of. Yes. [ ....... No he can't let it go. ] Question: why did you just dirty yourself up with dust? Again.
You can't have enough dust. The more it sits in my tail, the more it smells like me.
[ it makes sense, right? even though he doesn't explain the many uses of Keaton-brand Dust, he figures it's best unsaid. or something. maybe he has no idea why, other than to get humans to ask questions! ]
I guess you could put some in you hair. That might work, if you ever want to try it.
[ though he'd never force it! nope. never. even when he spreads it out where he sleeps, such as that Soon-to-Be marked giant ass skull, he's not forcing anything. ]
I can help you break the tree down some, if you want.
[ Well... yes? But why it suddenly being of more value thanks to it smelling like him remains questionable, of course, though he doubts he'll ever have a logical answer that he'll accept. ]
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MISA
Oh yeah, he has a fiancée. ]
Hm, well if you had to ask me... I believe she would be more relieved than anything else. [ And he responds with a solemn smile; he's not saddened by the confession, but it obviously isn't being said in a delightful tone for a reason. ] That isn't to say that I'm some casanova with a record of breaking hearts, but rather I believe that she would be... better without a person like me.
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So...you don't want to become a person that she wouldn't be better without?
[ Misa comes from a perspective of being willing to change herself in any way to stay with the person she loved, so it's confusing to her to see someone talk about their fiancée in such a way. ]
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[ There's a difference, obviously. Changing as a person appears to be ultimately difficult for him as he's grown into this cold, stoic role. ]
I can't say that I'm a person who can love another so easily.
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[ She can't imagine a life without love. Love is what makes the world go 'round, gives her life meaning. ]
You don't think you can love anyone? Or is it just her...?
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I believe it's possible for me to care for someone... in a platonic sort of way. But love wouldn't be the correct description for it, just devotion and care, the word is much too big for me to use without a care in the world.
[ So, yeah, unfortunately that goes without saying that he means everyone. ]
It's quite troubling. And even though I yearn for these emotions I can not feel, it also means that I don't feel envious of the people around me, like yourself, who can so easily. But this detachment from common feelings have followed me all my life.
CLAIR ( nsfw... i'm diving in )
Clair. [ His voice is hoarse, initially, needing a quick clearing of his throat as he tug her into the residential area. ] Will you just... Please. [ He actually finds himself somewhat disgusted in the sound of his own voice; his tone akin to someone pleading as if the night were their last. Desperately he continues to keep the more rational half of him together, even if the fingers that follow the dip of her waist tell him something else. ]
We're already here.
[ Of course he's aware of where she stays and it takes a few minutes until they are at her doorstep.
But within those few minutes there's something that burns in his chest. A sudden drive that goes against his moral code, rippling through as if it were changing him from the inside out, causing that rational half from earlier to be easily pushed aside. His arm that had been left on her waist with a feeling of unrest slowly envelops Clair, pulling her closer to him. He succumbs to the desire of wanting to feel her body against his own; warm, slender and small, nothing like the hard and structured muscle of his own body. ] Then... is this fine? [ He feels that he needs to ask this while he brings his other arm into the hold, completing the embrace. ] Say if this were my choice, would that be fine with you, Clair?
KEATON
[ He's just here to start a fire, lads. ]
That's wonderful to hear, then I'll— [ He stops mid-sentence, his mouth hanging open for a split second as he realizes that something about the words that leave Keaton's mouth are a bit... out of the ordinary. He mentions no sticks, but an entire tree, and somewhere in the back of Lukas' mind he realizes that he's made a Big Misteak. ]
I don't think I need a whole tree. [ He thinks, but there's the rebellious side of him that questions if it's possible for a furry to rip a tree from out of the ground. ] Though I won't complain?
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Then it's settled! [ he cracks his knuckles, eyeing the tree. yes, it's definitely small enough for him to take down himself, though it'll require a little bit of additional strength that he doesn't have in his current form.
and with that, the stone is pulled out of his pocket (which one? it is a mystery) and he holds it close to his chest as a bright envelops him and yep now he's this. ]
One tree, coming up!
[ and slams one fist into the tree... then another, the noise echoing all around as it falls in a instant. even as a hulking beast, his tail still whips around in a frenzy as he lifts up the trunk and with a grunt, tosses it into one of the skull's openings.
no doubt, many loud noises happen. ]
That work for you?
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Lukas is a little confused, and surprised, to say the least. It's the first he's seen man transform to beast--at least in a way that doesn't completely corrupts him and creates the same person into a monster. So as Keaton retrieves the tree Lukas is just standing... bewildered, mouth slightly agape and eyes wide. ]
... That's more than enough, yes. [ Moving on to the more important things: ] Is this a normal ability of yours?
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Of course! All Wolfskin can do that. [ then he dusts his hands off, before reaching back and getting some to put back in his hair. one smooth action to replace the Good dust. ]
Let me guess... first time you've seen something like this before, right? No problem! Don't worry, I won't hurt you--- and look, you've got your branches! Well. Kind of.
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Also what is Keaton doing? That just made him messy? Wha t t the heell is going on?????????? ]
Kind of. Yes. [ ....... No he can't let it go. ] Question: why did you just dirty yourself up with dust? Again.
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[ it makes sense, right? even though he doesn't explain the many uses of Keaton-brand Dust, he figures it's best unsaid. or something. maybe he has no idea why, other than to get humans to ask questions! ]
I guess you could put some in you hair. That might work, if you ever want to try it.
[ though he'd never force it! nope. never. even when he spreads it out where he sleeps, such as that Soon-to-Be marked giant ass skull, he's not forcing anything. ]
I can help you break the tree down some, if you want.
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I'd much rather keep smelling like me, thank you.
[ And better yet! ]
Do you know how to start a fire?
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[ the longer he thinks about whether can or can't, the more his tongue starts to slowly slide out from between his tongue.
and when he's ready to answer, it goes right back in.
dry tongues are no fun. ]
No. I could try punching it a lot. Or slamming it. But I've never needed fire! That's what the sun is for.