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[seiigi]

suehiro tetcho is not one to not follow orders. suehiro tetcho is not one to abandon his post without either warning or permission. and yet, suehiro tetcho sits curled into a tight ball against the door behind him, hugging his knees to his chest and begging himself to stop thinking about the dark haired man he'd met eyes with or the weight behind his executive's presence. he shakes, trembles as his breaths are dragged out of him by nothing more than sheer muscle memory and survival instinct that just won't let the hound realise he's safe here.

eyes remain tight shut, even at the sensation of the innkeep appearing before him - even at the familiar voice that would usually bring a sense of ease over whatever is happening inside tetcho's head. instead, he balls himself up tighter still. he flinches away from the youkai and lifts a hand to fist in tangled dark hair.

"i am sorry-- i am sorry-- i cannot..." tetcho's voice is small, muffled against his knees and rushed all at once. he can't go back. they can't take him back. they can't - right? they can't just shatter the peace he'd been given here in the inn - they can't just appear again and take him away like nothing ever happened between them all, like dazai never gave tetcho away as a bargaining chip against jono and the inn. he shakes, memories of that brick room coated in blood hitting him squarely with enough force that he's forced to open his eyes and jerk his chin upward - looking up at jono finally. "they are... jono-san, they are back-- they... they are back. they are here--"

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without warning, a larger figure brushes past the innkeeper - usual level steps are uncoordinated and rushed as tetcho mumbles an apology in his wake, all but stumbling into a nearby wall in the process as he pushes himself upright and carries on his way, the panic in his movements palpable in the air. barely legible through stuttered breaths is the claim: "back--back for me--" followed by the distinct sound of a door being pulled closed and a weight leant back against it. // from seiigi owo

While visits from the Port Mafia's esteemed boss and his loyal guard never fails to stir up the inn's occupants, it's usually excitement and intrigue that are cause of heightened emotions, not outright fear. The ring of such an emotion is crystal clear to the fox's ears, catching his sharp attention before he's even identified the one it belongs to. Color Jono surprised when he realizes it is Tetcho that's hurrying past, frantic.

He's left momentarily dumbfounded, sufficient time for Tetcho to make his escape before the fox can recover. Jono can't decide for certain which is more bewildering: Tetcho in a rush of any kind, or the sound of the wolfhound in the grips of panic.

How curious...

Well, there really is only one choice to make. With a quiet order given to ensure the staff tend to their guests, Jono heads off in pursuit of his wayward hound. Soft tread brings him to the closed door and for a moment he considers knocking before he decides on a far more direct approach. Doors shut tight or even barricaded are no true obstacle to the youkai, after all. With all the ease of mist he enters the room and settles himself before Tetcho. "And may I ask what has you so worked up?" He stands with arms crossed loosely and head tipped, an air of curiosity rather than reproach; certainly if there is a slight frown worn, it is one of concerned interest. "It isn't like you to abandon your post without warning."

Jono has his suspicions as to the cause, but when it comes to gathering information, it's always best to get the details straight from the source.

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(𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧.) a better knife than a person. (𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙮.) plumb blossoms in snow. (𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙚.) i can feel the poetry rotting in my stomach. (𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚.) i'm not too gone to be healed- am i? (𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙪𝙨 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚.) memory is a landscape of hands too afraid to make fists. (𝙝𝙨𝙧 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚.) i fear i will be ripped open and found unsightly.

(𝙫𝙪𝙡𝙥𝙚𝙨𝙡𝙮 / 𝙟𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙠𝙪.) so if you are too tired to speak - sit next to me because i too am fluent in silence. (𝙜𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙚 / 𝙚𝙙𝙤𝙜𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙥𝙤.) you're a defiant act of creation. you're a solar system pretending to be a person.