[Kakyoin would probably get there first (he already wasn't too far off), standing around in a turtleneck and leather jacket with a wide and excited grin on his scarred face. Maybe he could do it again and maybe not...but he'd done it once. Even if he failed today, once was better than never having done it at all. Right?]
[Hey, Kakyoin, guess who's actually fucking smiling for once? This guy. This is the guy who's smiling. He zooms over to Kakyoin's side and claps him on the shoulder, fairly buzzing with excited energy.]
[He answered with a slight nod, trying to focus. How'd he done this so easily last time?]
[...if he thought about it, that was an easy question to answer. The problem was that he thought and overthought every breath and action he took. And when he'd sparred with Polnareff, that brilliantly strategic mind had watched Polnareff refuse to take attacks his opponent was open for, let himself be put at a disadvantage even while Kakyoin kept pushing without hesitation.]
['You say you're fine, but I saw you nearly cut in half not a week ago, Kakyoin, I can't just--']
[He knew why. He understood. But it pissed him off enough to shove thought into the backseat and let frustration become his driving force.]
[Shut up. Shut up, shut up, don't you dare look at me like I'm going to break.]
[If he tried to bring up that bitter frustration, maybe it would be that straightforward again. Maybe he could take a few slow, measured breaths even as his grip on Hierophant curled into something tense and white-knuckled. Breathe, focus, forget how understandable Polnareff's hesitation was and focus on how goddamn angry he was about it.]
[Hamon sparked down his arm and through his hand--Hierophant was no different than his own body, so letting it continue through the coil he held and arcing along the tripwires behind him took only a minute's concentration and anger along with some careful breaths to match it.]
[It's fucking agonizing, is what it is, how similar they are. It's awful, but it's wonderful, too; would just be wonderful if they hadn't both had to pay such a steep price for their anger, their pride, their desire for vengeance.]
[Of course Caesar recognizes it. In its way, it's like seeing his own face in the mirror. He recognizes it, and his fingers curl into fists in sympathy, and he waits for the success that he knows will come - because it's Kakyoin, with his talent and focus, and because it's his family, whose anger is legendary.]
[And Kakyoin succeeds. Of course he does.]
[Caesar unclenches his fists and taps the boy on the shoulder.]
Huh? [Scarred eyes blinked a few times, Kakyoin quickly snapping himself out of that thought process. Hierophant pulled back as well, curling around its user's arms.]
[The smile he gives is small and short-lived. What lasts longer is the way he takes Kakyoin in his arms, pulls him close and tight (though not tight enough to hurt, because dying hurts; he knows better than anyone), the way he holds him, for one thing, and holds him still, for another, so that at least for a few seconds he won't have to strive for perfection.]
[Startled, he fumbled for what to do or how to react before things clicked in his head--of course. Related or not (and he wasn't sure anymore) Caesar really was too much like him. The same short fuse and harsh temper, most of all. So...of course he would understand. Of course Caesar of all people would realize what approach Kakyoin took that yielded actual results.]
...thanks.
[Kakyoin thought he might never get used to the feeling of being so easily understood by people, but...it wasn't so bad. It was enough that he returned that hug with a matching one of his own, letting a slow and hesitant smile break out on his face for just a minute.]
idk when the shit time is a complete lie
guess what i did a little while ago
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but forget it, i'm excited so i'll just tell you
i managed to use hamon with hierophant and it worked perfectly
1/idek
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*been
*btrayed
*BETRAYED
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done now
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it was a little while ago, i was sparring with polnareff and he pissed me off so i hit him with it.
[as one does.]
I'm not sure if I can do it again, at least not reliably. But I'll give it another try if you want to meet me somewhere.
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[HE TEXTS ONE-HANDED AS HE DIGS AROUND FOR HIS COAT]
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How about somewhere near the park? It's easier than running all the way to the beach.
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[he zoom]
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[Kakyoin would probably get there first (he already wasn't too far off), standing around in a turtleneck and leather jacket with a wide and excited grin on his scarred face. Maybe he could do it again and maybe not...but he'd done it once. Even if he failed today, once was better than never having done it at all. Right?]
Hey--over here.
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I can't believe you didn't tell me.
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[His own smile only turned brighter in response--it was contagious seeing his friend/teacher/sort-of-family this happy for once.]
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[He steps back a little. Fidget, fidget.]
Show me?
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[Hierophant appeared curled around his hand, extending behind its user and splitting off into several tripwires.]
...but I'll do my best.
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[...if he thought about it, that was an easy question to answer. The problem was that he thought and overthought every breath and action he took. And when he'd sparred with Polnareff, that brilliantly strategic mind had watched Polnareff refuse to take attacks his opponent was open for, let himself be put at a disadvantage even while Kakyoin kept pushing without hesitation.]
['You say you're fine, but I saw you nearly cut in half not a week ago, Kakyoin, I can't just--']
[He knew why. He understood. But it pissed him off enough to shove thought into the backseat and let frustration become his driving force.]
[Shut up. Shut up, shut up, don't you dare look at me like I'm going to break.]
[If he tried to bring up that bitter frustration, maybe it would be that straightforward again. Maybe he could take a few slow, measured breaths even as his grip on Hierophant curled into something tense and white-knuckled. Breathe, focus, forget how understandable Polnareff's hesitation was and focus on how goddamn angry he was about it.]
[Hamon sparked down his arm and through his hand--Hierophant was no different than his own body, so letting it continue through the coil he held and arcing along the tripwires behind him took only a minute's concentration and anger along with some careful breaths to match it.]
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[It's fucking agonizing, is what it is, how similar they are. It's awful, but it's wonderful, too; would just be wonderful if they hadn't both had to pay such a steep price for their anger, their pride, their desire for vengeance.]
[Of course Caesar recognizes it. In its way, it's like seeing his own face in the mirror. He recognizes it, and his fingers curl into fists in sympathy, and he waits for the success that he knows will come - because it's Kakyoin, with his talent and focus, and because it's his family, whose anger is legendary.]
[And Kakyoin succeeds. Of course he does.]
[Caesar unclenches his fists and taps the boy on the shoulder.]
Mmm. Kakyoin.
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What--was there something wrong with that?
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[The smile he gives is small and short-lived. What lasts longer is the way he takes Kakyoin in his arms, pulls him close and tight (though not tight enough to hurt, because dying hurts; he knows better than anyone), the way he holds him, for one thing, and holds him still, for another, so that at least for a few seconds he won't have to strive for perfection.]
You've done incredibly.
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[Startled, he fumbled for what to do or how to react before things clicked in his head--of course. Related or not (and he wasn't sure anymore) Caesar really was too much like him. The same short fuse and harsh temper, most of all. So...of course he would understand. Of course Caesar of all people would realize what approach Kakyoin took that yielded actual results.]
...thanks.
[Kakyoin thought he might never get used to the feeling of being so easily understood by people, but...it wasn't so bad. It was enough that he returned that hug with a matching one of his own, letting a slow and hesitant smile break out on his face for just a minute.]
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