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funeralprocession · 4 days ago

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7; Kichi's birthday <3 (This one starts off a little emo/sentimental; it wasn't exactly what I'd planned when I started writing but... Y'know, whatever XD!! It isn't explicit but I'm not sure if it qualifies as suggestive; it's a little bit passed suggestive, I think)

(Disclaimer: All the V3 characters are adults to me, even the short and/or annoying people)

Nagito wasn't sure where Kichi had gone and the time he spent by himself was… Excruciating? It was a novel and hideous sensation.

His life never mattered to him before… It was different back then. He could never start off on the right foot with new people, he'd always say or do something to ruin it all without even trying… It was familiar. It was fine. He took up insulting himself as a way to save everyone's time. They wouldn't be staying, he knew that already, no one ever did.

Nagito crossed his arms over his chest as he waited. He wasn't sure what he was waiting for, but he had nothing better to do; he never did.

It was better for them - everyone else, of course. Everything and everyone Nagito cared about met some type of horrific fate, and it was his fault. He didn't want those things to happen, but they'd happen regardless of the way he felt. He couldn't afford to care about anyone, and it was better for them if they didn't care about him. That was just life, and it was fine.

Nagito was blindsided by… 'Them', his feelings, feelings he didn't realize he had and he wished he could extinguish them. They first became obvious that day when Kichi was chattering about ancient Egyptian burials. It was a day like any other - it wasn't the first time Kichi just happened to initiate a conversation centered around something that was near and dear to Nagito's own heart… That was when it happened for the first time - realizing it was going to end at some point, remembering how everyone he loved-- It would be his fault. He couldn't stand it, but he also couldn't stand the idea of being apart from him. He hated that the most; he was being so selfish but he couldn't stop, couldn't even reign it in.

Back when it was just him, every new person he'd encountered would run away before he could get attached to them, he didn't know what he was missing. It'd been too long since anyone had held him close and made him feel like he mattered to them, he wasn't a burden, he wasn't off-putting or any number of other things… He forgot how that felt. He grew accustomed to the cold, he'd been there for so long.

This was worse. He couldn't remember how it felt before, whether it was this precise thing? Or if it was some variation of it… But this was the greatest unkindness he'd ever experienced, he was certain, because now he knew what he would be missing when it ended. When people would abandon him or avoid him, it was tolerable before, since that was just every day life… But now he knew what he'd be losing. And it would be his fault when it happened, like it was every other time before--

"Hiya," A familiar voice chirped, "Why's it so dark in here? You got a migraine or something?" "You should leave," Nagito chuckled, his voice cracking slightly, avoiding looking Kichi in the eye. "Huh? What's wrong, Nagito? Are you actually feeling bad?" "I'm ok. You should leave for your own sake." Kichi furrowed his brow and closed the door behind himself, crossing the room as quickly as possible (while attempting to preserve his dignity, despite the sudden onset of nervousness).

"What's going on with you, Nagito?" Kichi asserted but kept his tone gentle, lifting Nagito's chin but unable to force him to make eye contact. Nagito didn't answer, tightening his arms crossed over his chest. There wasn't really a way to explain it - not a good one. Not without confessing to how every person Nagito cared about would meet a horrible end, and how it was always because of him--

Kichi firmly but gently uncrossed Nagito's arms and plonked down onto his lap. "You know what day it is, riiiight~?" "Yes," Nagito smiled very faintly, feeling his eyes stinging again. Not that he was tempted, but he couldn't bring himself to be unkind to Kichi. He was the first one - the only one he could remember, anyway - that treated him like he mattered, talked to him like he was a person instead of a freak or a mistake. "Happy birthday. Master."

"What's your cake preferences?" Kichi began, "Like… Flavours, shapes, layers… Whatever, what's your favourites?" "I don't really like sweets, sorry," Nagito responded quietly, "You should get what you want instead." "Hey!" Kichi huffed, "You don't like sweets but you told me you wanted to play the Pocky game? Isn't that what you said? Were you lying to me, Nagito?"

"Not lying," Nagito answered after a short silence, "That's a special exception." "Good!" Kichi grinned deviously, "Because I'm getting a box of Pocky and somebody is gonna be playing with me, whether he wants to or not." "You're gonna force me to play the Pocky game with you?" Nagito chuckled, finally making eye contact with the boy perched on his lap. "If it comes to that, yeah," Kichi answered resolutely with a cheeky smirk, "Now what's your cake preferences?" "Master--" "Yeah, yeah," Kichi groaned, "You don't like sweets, but you still have to have opinions! I wanna hear 'em!" "You're telling me you don't have opinions of your own about this?" Nagito asked ominously, the sick feeling that had taken up residence in his stomach slowly relinquishing its hold. "Nah, I do," Kichi grinned, "I just wanna see if your opinions line up with mine. I value your input, you know?" The slight smile he'd been wearing disappeared from Nagito's face; Kichi shrank back. "What? What did I say?"

"No one's ever valued my input before," Nagito admitted after a considerable silence. That was an understatement and he knew it, but it was better to leave it there. "Yeah, well, people are dumb and boring. Don't you know that?" Kichi complained, "Of course they don't want your feedback, because they're boring! They're just going to do what they want anyway!" Nagito smiled faintly and Kichi grinned, wrapping Nagito's arms around himself. "Cake preferences, let's hear 'em!"

Nagito had spent so many months with Kichi, getting used to having someone who wouldn't permit him to degrade himself, never left him alone for too long… He hated that he got used to it, but he hated it more that he knew he wouldn't be able to let go. He didn't know when it would end, but he also didn't want to know. He'd never dreaded anything so much in his life.

"Uh… Does it have to be homemade… Or just in general?" "I am not making a cake myself," Kichi cackled, "And I'm not letting you make one because you can't cook worth a damn." "True," Nagito chuckled and shrugged passively. "Seriously, how do you blow up a motor in a blender? I didn't even know those things had motors to blow up? Plus the smell, ugh!" Kichi lamented dramatically, "It was stuck to like, everything?" Nagito laughed, interlocking his fingers on the small of Kichi's back, "Sorry… I hope you learned a valuable lesson." "I did," Kichi responded slyly, "I'm never letting you operate any appliances after that; I'm not in a hurry to have my hair smelling like burned-up motor for several days again."

"I kinda liked it," Nagito mumbled with another small shrug. "All the more reason not to let you near any appliances," Kichi asserted playfully, "You're going to blow them up on purpose now that you know you like the stink they make when you destroy them!" "I mean I liked how your hair smelled," Nagito admitted with a timid smile, "I guess I always do, though." Kichi blinked, "Huh? What are you saying?" "…I dunno."

"Nagito," Kichi asserted, keeping his tone firm but kind, "Do you have feelings for me or something?" Nagito dropped his chin to his chest and glanced away guiltily. "Hey. Either answer me, or tell me about your cake preferences. Or tell me why you were feeling bad when I first got here, any of those." "How I feel doesn't matter--" "Yes it does!" Kichi argued, finally getting serious, "You can't help it, I know that, but it matters to me. You're fascinating, you know?" Nagito glanced back over, still keeping his chin down but meeting Kichi's eye; Kichi smiled adorably and tilted his head. "You are," Kichi continued, "I can't stand being away from you. I like that you've never really tried pushing me away. Even though I know you were expecting me to leave at some point, I'm not going anywhere. I wanna live in your ribcage." "Huh?" "It's true," Kichi cackled raucously, "I never felt this way before, and it's just frustrating, but not in a completely bad way." Nagito unclasped his hands from behind Kichi; Kichi furrowed his brow. "What? Was that too much? Sorry, it's how I feel," Kichi shrugged nonchalantly, "I'm a lot to deal with. Whatever, I'm used to it."

Nagito could tell that Kichi wasn't lying, based on his reaction immediately after - if he'd been lying, he wouldn't have gotten defensive that way.

He felt like they were similar since the day they'd met - it seemed obvious, but Nagito doubted his own perception most of the time so he might have been mistaken… But he felt it almost immediately. The moment Kichi lectured him about his self-hatred, he knew something was "wrong" - that they were similar, they had to be. Kichi must have noticed it too--

Nagito suddenly pulled Kichi into a kiss, one he enthusiastically reciprocated after an instant of stunned shock. They'd kissed before, they'd fooled around before, but Nagito couldn't be sure if it meant anything, obviously - Kichi had claimed ownership over him, he might have just been using him for his own amusement. That made sense, at least.

"Ha," Kichi panted breathily and pulled back, pushing Nagito away a little as well, "Wish I'd gone and gotten a stupid cake before I got here." Nagito chuckled, "That's what you're thinking about right now? I mean, not that I blame you--" "No, you wavy-haired bastard!" Kichi cackled, taking one of Nagito's hands and rubbing himself between his legs with it, "I don't wanna leave the fucking room now! And it's all your fault!" "Sorry," Nagito chuckled, leaning back in and initiating another kiss, which Kichi eagerly participated in, still rubbing himself with Nagito's hand.

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#oumaeda

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funeralprocession · 4 days ago

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Bummer when your antagonism just sounds like praise and fails to turn your bestie into a huge despair to be thwarted by hope.

Head-pats aren't working as intended either; turns out he likes being petted and isn't insulted at all.

(This was originally part of a multi-part thing I was trying to do, but the other two panels weren't really turning out, oh well.)

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funeralprocession · 5 days ago

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dude

You know what? Same.

Not sure what you were reacting to, I just generally feel that in my soul XD!

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funeralprocession · 5 days ago

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Kokichi is supposed to be rolling his eyes but I screwed it up. Oh well.

Anyway, here's servant-Nagito being condescending while administering head-pats to remind Kokichi how short he is, attempting to antagonize (and it isn't working because people aren't normally nice to Kokichi and he's enjoying being praised).

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funeralprocession · 6 days ago

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I realized (while working on the sketch for this last night) that servant-Nagito is wearing a child-sized coat. It always looked too small and the fact all of the colours of his actual clothes are muddy and greyish, that was obvious... The only sharp black, white, and red he had on were on the coat that wasn't his, but anyway. Might leave the coat off next time.

I didn't forget the chain on his collar, I figured Kokichi would complain about it being noisy and remove it.

(Attached the loose straps on Kokichi's pants and gave Nagito a sling for his bad hand because I love them.)

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funeralprocession · 6 days ago

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#6; pre-birthday... Thing? (Not sure if this qualifies as suggestive or not, it's not explicit but it's getting there.)

(Not sure if I need to disclaim this again but I hc all the V3 characters as being adults; I wrote that at the top of the first story I posted, but just in case, I'll write it on this one as well.)

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"What do you want for your birthday?" Nagito smiled serenely, an unmistakable look of affection in his eyes. "You can't do this to me," Kichi whined. "What do you want for your birthday?" Nagito repeated in the same exact cadance as the first time. "I own you!" Kichi complained. "Answer me. Master."

"You could have just asked," Kichi fussed after a brief pause. "Sorry, I don't think I could," Nagito responded casually, "I'm testing a theory." "What theory?" "I'm not sure I can explain it well enough."

"I like the handcuffs," Kichi cackled after another silence, "We're keeping 'em, right?" Nagito smirked and pushed his hair back; it fell back down into place. "Ha," Kichi chuckled breathily, glancing away from Nagito bashfully and rolling his eyes, "This is… Annoying…" "Sorry," Nagito shrugged, still gazing at Kichi affectionately.

It had been a decent length of time, and Nagito had started behaving differently at some point - which was not a bad thing, not entirely. When they were first getting closer, there were occasions when Nagito was more like a cornered, traumatized animal. It wasn't constant, but it was there. He would also denigrate himself frequently, as if he'd already accepted that Kichi would abandon him and he was simply listing off the reasons for why the abandonment would be justified-- All that did was make Kichi more determined to get close to him, taking that as a challenge - to win the unwinnable, to reason with the unreasonable, to love the unlovable.

Unfortunately, Kichi's love for challenges also lead to a lot of crushing defeats… He couldn't win a game of chance against Nagito, even when he cheated, but knowing his failure was imminent wasn't enough to stop him from issuing the challenges.

That was how he ended up restrained to a chair in some stuffy little closet, but he knew it wouldn't teach him a lesson - he would definitely challenge Nagito to another game of chance and inevitably lose. It wouldn't even be close, probably--

"What do you want for your birthday?" Nagito asked pleasantly once again.

The situation made no sense at all - Kichi couldn't even guess at the 'theory' Nagito was trying to test out, why any of it was necessary if he just wanted to know what Kichi's birthday wish was.

"I'll tell you, but you have to tell me about your 'theory' first," Kichi insisted. "Huh?" Nagito blinked, "Not sure you're in a position to issue commands. Master. I mean, I did win…" "Is it really that big a deal?" Kichi whined, "What's your damn theory, Nagito?"

"It sounds really stupid," Nagito chuckled with a listless shrug, "It's not a big deal; that's why I couldn't explain it, because it sounds so dumb." "Tell me anyway," Kichi slid down in the chair as far as he could, his wrists fastened together through the backrest; he hooked his right leg behind Nagito's knee, pulling him over (and nearly knocking him down in the process). "Ha, sorry, I'm kind of clumsy, I guess--" Nagito apologized and attempted to back up to where he'd been standing before, only for Kichi to wrangle him again - that time, Nagito landed on his lap. "Why are my hands tied, Nagito?" Kichi asked firmly but cheerfully, smiling quite adorably at the boy seated on his lap suddenly, "Why are we in a closet?" "Uh, I needed this chair," Nagito explained and gesturing vaguely toward the furniture they were seated upon, "Because of the back on it, it's the only one I found like this--" "You mean you scoured the area looking for this goddamn chair?" Kichi blinked, "What the hell are we doing here?" "Not this specific one, but… One similar to it--" "Nagito!" Kichi complained forcefully, "What the HELL are we doing here?"

"I'll tell you my theory after you tell me what you want for your birthday," Nagito reasoned after a very short pause, "I can't tell you before; it would probably ruin it." "None of this makes any sense. Can you untie my hands?" "No, sorry. Master." Kichi groaned dramatically, "This is so annoying!"

In actuality, Kichi was only frustrated since Nagito never sat on his lap before - he had been concerned about being too heavy and crushing him… He finally got him there, but Kichi was unable to do anything with his hands cuffed through the backrest.

"I don't want anything," Kichi huffed, "Wait, yes I do." "Huh?" Nagito's eyes sparkled faintly, "You do?" "Yes," Kichi grinned, "Uncuff me; it can be an early birthday present." Nagito sighed, "I was hoping it wouldn't come to this…" "Huh?" Kichi's grin disappeared instantly, "What are you gonna do to me? Are you gonna hurt me, Nagito?" "W-what? No, of course not!" Nagito shrank back, "Why would I do that? I just need to know what you actually want for your birthday!" "This makes no sense!" Kichi crowed, "I don't understand what you're up to!" Nagito chuckled and shrugged slightly, "Sorry, it might not even work, it's just a theory--" "So you won't uncuff me. You won't tell me your theory. You won't tell me how these things are even connected?" "Sorry." "I don't like stalemates! Somebody's gotta make a move here, and I can't!" "Yes you can," Nagito smiled knowingly, "You can tell me what you want for your birthday. You're not allowed to joke or lie, though. It has to be what you actually want." Kichi blinked vacantly, then furrowed his brow. "And that… Has something to do with… This closet, this chair, these handcuffs that I'm definitely keeping so I hope you didn't 'borrow' them from anybody - they're not getting them back." "Nah, they're yours," Nagito smiled serenely, "That's why I got the purple ones." "Neeheehee!" Kichi giggled evilly, "I barely even got to see 'em, but I like 'em already~"

That was not Kichi's real laugh. Nagito heard his actual laugh, the one he hid from others - a raucous, maniacal cackle. He still giggled that way sometimes, playing that role out of force of habit… While Kichi was determined to get to know Nagito for who he actually was, he accidentally let Nagito get to know him as well.

"Ah, sorry!" Nagito suddenly realized he had been sitting on Kichi's lap. "Don't you dare!" Kichi barked sternly, "Don't you dare get up! If I'm gonna be cuffed to a damn chair in a weird closet, the least you can do is sit on me!" "What?" Nagito chuckled, "What are you saying?" "You heard me," Kichi muttered, narrowing his eyes at Nagito and feigning annoyance, "I dunno what I want. I don't want anything, I guess." "Is that the truth?" Nagito asked ominously, "You don't want anything?" "I dunno," Kichi mumbled shyly, "People don't normally ask me that… I dunno if I want anything…"

In actuality, he was still mostly perplexed by the situation he was stuck in, as well as feeling incredibly frustrated, being disallowed the use of his hands. The cuffs weren't cutting into his wrists, at least; they had fluffy sleeves covering the metal-- Was Nagito anticipating it would be an ordeal? Did he actually predict Kichi wouldn't cooperate and normal handcuffs would be painful to wear for a long period of time? What was his theory? None of it made sense!

Kichi was suddenly jolted out of his distracted muddle-- "Sorry," Nagito smiled pleasantly, "I felt like I was crushing you." "Ha," Kichi chuckled breathily and blushed very lightly.

While Kichi was distracted, trying to determine how much of this had been planned in advance, Nagito got up for a brief instant, lifting Kichi's legs at his knees and sliding in under him-- Kichi was now sitting on his lap. He had technically disobeyed the order forbidding him from getting up, but Kichi decided he'd allow it. What would he do about it anyway?

"Hey," Nagito cooed softly, scooting forward very slightly on the chair-seat, Kichi firmly wedged between the backrest and Nagito's body. "Ha, fuck," Kichi panted pathetically. "What's wrong, master? You feeling ok?" Nagito asked quietly, reaching behind Kichi's back and tenderly stroking his wrists, checking for injuries from the cuffs.

He couldn't see them, but he figured if Kichi had a sore spot forming, he would complain when it was touched.

"No, I don't think I am," Kichi laughed weakly, shuddering as Nagito inspected his wrists, enjoying how it felt. "Is that the truth~?" Nagito asked with a playful lilt in his voice. "I dunno what you're asking," Kichi muttered, his gaze fixated on Nagito's lips, "What did I say? I don't remember." "You're not getting excited, are you?" Nagito asked coolly with a very subtle look of devious amusement on his face. "Ha, shit," Kichi chuckled breathily, "You caught me… Now what are you gonna do with me~?" "How shameful," Nagito smiled faintly, "You're this excited for a loser like me? And I haven't even done anything yet." "Whatever!" Kichi asserted and slightly adjusted his sitting position on Nagito's lap, grinding his hips against Nagito's and spreading his knees wider, "Was this your plan? Get me excited and not let me jerk off again?" "Yes," Nagito responded without even a slight hesitation. "What the fuck for?" Kichi demanded, only feigning outrage. "I noticed you stop lying when you're excited," Nagito shrugged passively, a devious sparkle in his eye, "I didn't want to give you the wrong thing, if you gave me a joke answer--" Kichi groaned loudly, the chain of the cuffs clattering against the chair, "WhatEVER!" "Now what do you want for your birthday?" "Nothing! There isn't a thing I want on the entire planet!" "Really?" Nagito blinked, clearly taken aback, "You're not just being modest or… Trying to make it difficult for me…" "You're making it difficult for me, why not?" Kichi cackled, hooking his leg around Nagito for leverage and grinding himself against his captive, "Ha, fuck!" "H-hey!" Nagito laughed, "I need an answer!" "Nagito, read the room!" Kichi whined, "You got me tied up and helpless in this fucking closet, I'm excited as hell, I do not care about my birthday right now!" "Looks like my theory failed," Nagito shrugged, "As expected." "What was your theory? That I wouldn't lie if you got me excited? That was actually it?" "Yes," Nagito responded, "Master." "Ha," Kichi panted, fighting against his handcuffs to rub himself harder against Nagito, "Didn't fail." "Huh?" "You were right, I have no idea how to lie right now, I just wanna get laid," Kichi whined pathetically, clattering the chain of the handcuffs against the chair-back for emphasis, "That's what I want for my stupid birthday!" Nagito chuckled softly and probed Kichi's wrists again as Kichi humped against him, "I was thinking… Cologne or something…" "Fuck cologne! Kill me!" "Nah, not doing that," Nagito winked, "Pick something else, sorry. Master."

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#oumaeda

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funeralprocession · 7 days ago

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So this one is a bit complicated. I redrew two separate practices and kept decorations from both, which is why this is kind of cluttered.

Over the course of my few days of chibi practices, Nagito's hair has gotten more elaborate (I keep having to fix that when I draw, the sketches are unreasonable) and Kokichi's hair has turned into devil-horns (which I'm absolutely going to keep drawing that way).

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funeralprocession · 8 days ago

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Help, I can't stop drawing these people!

Nagito has his right arm crossed over his stomach, both of his sleeves pulled down, and a sedative in one of his hands. Someone is going to be sedated in 10 minutes whether they know it or not, and it might be Kokichi because Nagito needs to sleep occasionally. He's sneaky, I dunno what to tell you.

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funeralprocession · 8 days ago

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I feel like in the two bonus events they spent together, kokichi is kinda nervous about what nagito is thinking, and maybe he's unsettled by how sincere nagito seems to be. In the talent development plan, he questions nagito if he is bored of him; and in drs, he asks if nagito is messing with him. It seems like he acknowledges nagito as someone really smart with the ability to fool even the ultimate liar but also, as a result, becomes genuinely interested in him and what he would do. i feel like both of them are a lot more serious/sticking to the topic at hand in their conversations than usual. Also nagito doesn't need to mention hope and kokichi doesn't need to mention lies bc they had read each other like an open book and done it for him. It's incredible how they seem to be getting their ideas through to each other without much explanation, considering how they are usually misunderstood by the cast.

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funeralprocession · 9 days ago

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this isnt exactly oumaeda but i cant post in my blog rn since i have the queue set up in a specific way till kreecher day LOLLL so im gonna holler at u myu

kinda like slightly intrigued by the concept of nagi-sama acquiring the deathnote.... like it was only bc that gimmick blog (if a char would sell the deathnote if they got a hold of it somehow) n sad that like 50% of ppl on here actu believe nagi-sama would sell that shit if he got a chance... nyu

a/w how perf is that omg ??? he would totallyyyy hoard it lmfao he would have the ultimate advantage over despair there is no fucken wayyy he would let go of it even in the name of hope? i cant be convinced otherwise lmfao

XD! It would fall into his lap by sheer luck (which fits, since that would be a good or bad thing in equal measure, suits his canon [meaning that could qualify as a fortunate or unfortunate occurrence]), absolutely no freakin way he would part with it just in case it went any further. Genuinely wondering if people were voting stupidly because they don't know the character, or...? If there was ever a character who wouldn't sell it, it's that one. I don't think he would use it either? But he for sure wouldn't part with it for monetary gain, like you said.

Disappointed in the results so far and there's still like 4 days left on it XD!

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funeralprocession · 9 days ago

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One time, Nagito was being a little secretive (more than usual, somehow) and Kokichi, being nosy, became obsessed with figuring out what the secret was.

"You don't want to know," Nagito chuckled.

"Tell me! Unless there's some reason you can't," Kokichi goaded, knowing that wouldn't work but giving it a try regardless.

"No, no reason," Nagito shrugged passively before leaving.

The nonchalance was pissing Kokichi off. Every time he tracked Nagito down for the rest of the day, he attempted bribing, commanding again - he even tried annoying him by meowing constantly for 10 minutes.

It didn't work.

"Please!" Kokichi finally relented, slapping his hands together and begging.

"Don't grovel, especially not to someone like me," Nagito stated flatly, "It's beneath you."

"Is not! None of my other bullshit worked! Tell me! I mean 'please' tell me! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!"

Nagito seemed to hesitate for a moment, offering to take Kokichi along with him if he was certain he wanted to go.

Long story short, that was the time Kokichi accidentally begged to go to his orthodontist appointment and have his braces adjusted (he forgot what day it was). The sneaking Nagito was doing was completely unrelated.

(I wasn't sure how to decorate this one so it's pretty bare compared to my other crud. Also, I wrote the story that went along with it too, for what it's worth... It started off I was going to just try a side-facing chibi portrait then turned into a damn thing.)

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funeralprocession · 10 days ago

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obsessed w how well kichi secretly having anxiety fits in w his supreme leader talent i am completely goddamn serious rn im not even gonna put kichi sprites on this since i am not joking

the whole thing abt being so hypervigilant he cant even stand having noise/appliances running when hes sleeping (bc it might keep him from hearing s/t)... being obsessed w anticipating e/t to the point of rarely being suprised/thinking ppl are boring bc he figured out what they would prob do before they do it... pushing ppl away intentionally bc rejection sensitivity... theres def more but im just like kinda in awe over how well that fits in w canon INCLUDING the fact his hair looks like that bc he messes w it alot (while pretending hes extremely confident n stuff when other ppl are around hes nervous n fidgety when hes by himself apparently

god dude it just works out too goddamn well lmao

while im here im gonna just briefly mention the thing abt how well (morgue canon) they complement each other ok... the fact nagi-sama is convinced hes unlovable/not even likable... so to prove him wrong the person would have to be around him a tonnnnn like SO goddamn much.... bc being separated for too long he would start to assume they got sick of him (as expected).... w kichi he crowds ppl to mk em run away/its part of him testing to see if theyre "boring" (predictable)... since nagi-sama isnt the one who runs away (bc the other person is always quick to leave him) n kichi crowds ppl to scare em... idk i wish i could phrase this better i was just thinking abt the recent things where it was focused a lil more on both of their anxiety issues n how they ARE similar but also different

also i kinda feel like kichi would be incorrect lmfao him saying that ppl arent afraid of him now (bc hanging around nagi-sama too much its making him lose his "unhinged freak" status w the normies)... i feel like ppl would be MORE nervous abt nagi-sama n kichi hanging around each other too much lmfao like yesh kichi is nervous abt losing his ability to scare away the weaklings n might be concerned abt the optics... but i do notttt think ppl would see those 2 hanging out n assume a/t of the sort lmfao they are BOTH gonna get tied up in the old building rofl

Ah, excellent! Very astute, well done!

A trivial detail (about Kichi being unable to run a heater/fan while he's sleeping)... You're not wrong, for the record, the noise would be soothing but it could potentially obfuscate something (and he wouldn't want to lose that advantage), but also something might go wrong with the device and start a fire or something, which he would be unable to react quickly to if he was using his tranquilizers like he's supposed to be using. The ramble (in the story), how circular and disconnected it was at points, that was intentional, because he was getting more trapped in an anxiety loop (until he passed out, only waking up when he realized the bed was empty next to him).

I tried to stay as close to canon info as I could, they just make sense to me, I dunno.

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