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nutsornothing

[Full well and glad his counterpart was still her usually composed self by comparison, a welcome reprieve from his miserable existence back home to distract him from the harsh realities he endured before his return to these shores. Denji sits motionlessly on the couch when Mid goes galivanting off to the kitchen to procure both a knife and plates for the pair of them, slowly looking up when she plops herself back down beside him again.

He watches on curiously as the girl perfectly slices up the cakes so they might each taste test the pair of them, Mid promptly setting one of the plates in his lap. The boy simply stares at it silently for a moment before his attention shifts to his companion with a subtle nod of his head.]

Yeah...It sure did come in handy alright.

[Usually he would have been stuffing his face by now but Denji just takes the fork on the side of the plate in hand to scoop up a bit of the first slice with a solemn sigh. After a minute or two he finally brings it up to his lips and and gulps it back with a satisfied hum, a hint of an earnest smile gracing his features.]

It's real good...Thanks for this, Mid.

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midifications

[While he may not realize, Mid has an eagle eye on him right now, gauging his reactions and how he's holding himself. It's a far cry from what had been the past few months, and more and more it had been obvious something was not right with Denji.]

Yeah, o' course! Wouldn't have been right if I had come here with somethin' for just me, felt nice to get your message too, you know? I'm glad you're back.

[That isn't a lie or embellished to make him feel better, either; it's nice having people around her own age here to talk to and actually do things with. Not that there weren't people like that in the Hideaway, both here and in her own world, but seeing other things and how they worked was also a boon for her.

She's mostly quiet as she eats her own cake, though it's not without any commentary because godsdamn, she had heard good things about this place, but they were right! But as both wind down, she turns to look at Denji seriously, placing her mostly empty plate safely out of the way.]

Now, what's up, Denj? You're not yourself, and don't try to tell me you're fine. I know you ain't, but you can talk to me. Need me to whack someone with a wrench? Hammer someone's face in? I can do all that, and will, if you ask me to.

From:

nutsornothing

[Her words of reassurance do lift his spirits at least a bit when she notes his disappearance along with the fact that she was glad to see him again. Still it was hard to put the sins of the relative past behind him so easy when they were still fresh in the recesses of his mind. His sister Nayuta's gruesome death pushed him to the brink of insanity, who knows what could have happened if he wasn't almost immediately brought back to this foreign land before all Hell broke loose.

Slowly poking away at his own cake until Mid prompts her questioning about his disposition, Denji sets the plate aside with a pensive sigh escaping his parted lips. A pained expression crosses his face silently nodding before leaning back against the couch staring up at the ceiling.]

I'd sure like to see that...But the person I want more than anything to chop into bits and pieces isn't here.

[Lulling his head to the side with a blank stare, Denji visibly grimaces looking towards his counterpart with tears beginning to well up in the corner of his eyes as he emotionally breaks down a bit.]

They...Killed her.

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midifications

[Watching him like this was actually difficult; it wasn't the same without him being loud, obnoxious, and ready to hit something because someone was talking shit, but it didn't mean he couldn't ever be like this. Mid's almost ready to ask how to get to that person, but Denji's next words concern her more.]

Her? And who killed her?

[Well, here's one way to find that Mid's definitely a Ride or Die kind of person, because she looks mad. Not at Denji, of course, but at whoever killed someone that seems to be close to him.]

If they show up here... I'll help. I'll hold 'em down for you.

From:

nutsornothing

Nayuta...She's my sister.

[Just bringing up his younger sibling's name is enough to cause the teenage boy to grit his teeth in a mixture of silent rage and anguish, collapsing against the couch closing his eyes shut staving off the tears which threatened to spill over his cheeks. The last thing he wanted to do was act so vulnerable in front of the girl he really liked but at the same time felt safe telling her about all this given her comforting words of reassurance along with her noble gesture of aid to exact his vengeance against those responsible. Despite his hearts desire to take her up on the offer a soft shake of his head is ushered forth in sensibility he was normally not known for.]

Nah- Those people are bat shit crazy and might try to hurt you too. That's the last thing I'd want right now or I'd probably go off the rails for real, Mid.

[A brief pause before Denji's tired gaze returns to Mid's own.]

I just...Want to rest with you for awhile.

[Before she can protest the boy leans his head to lay down in the girl's lap, left hand clinging to her leg in fear of losing her as well, slipping from his grasp if he should dare to let go.]

From:

midifications

[Someone killed his sister?? Well, Mid didn't know he had one, but... still!!! Hearing that makes her frown deeply, knowing that now. Mid doesn't care one lick that he's upset about it, she would be too; though she also knows how it feels to not want to be vulnerable and cry in front of others— after her dad was killed, she very much felt the same. Those were emotions she didn't want anyone else to see, but... perhaps it meant he trusted her.]

Well they ain't here, right? If they do, I'll still beat the shit outta them! I'll get me dad and Enna to help, too! You know what they are, yeah? Don't doubt dad would prime an' electrocute the' snot outta them either. [She would be fine, because if something happened to her here with Cid and Benedikta here? Not to mention everyone from Valisthea?! They'd kill for the Hideaway Princess, for sure.] You don't have to worry 'bout me. I've been through hell too, you know.

[She does try to be reassuring about it; she's been through a lot. Plenty that would have hurt her, in fact. Mid would have protested more, until Denji lays himself down to use her legs as a pillow for his head. It makes her freeze, trying to figure out what's happening, but... you know what, he needed it. With the way he was holding on to her leg as well, it wasn't him being his normal, cheeky self. He was afraid. With a soft sigh, Mid pats his head some, leaving her hand there to be comforting after.]

You've been through it, huh. Well, you got nothin' to worry about here, I'll make sure of that. I hope the cake cheered you up a bit though, figured it'd be to celebrate you not bein' gone but it became somethin' more like... a comfort.

From:

nutsornothing

[His sister was the latest in a long list of his found family members who'd been assassinated before their time but when you lived in a messed up society filled with devils and nefarious individuals it was bond to happen. That did not mean the pang of loss simply washed away like a bloodstain to clothing, each person which left his side leaving a hole within him which continued to grow until he reached a breaking point. In truth who knows what chaos would have ensued if he'd not been brought back here to Escordvi immediately after seeing his close companion's head served up on a platter, likely to kill anyone and everything that had something to do with Nayuta's death.

The way Mid's hand threads through his hair keeps him grounded as a soft sigh escaped his parted lips letting himself succumb to the comforting sensation. She had been the single best thing to happen to him here, someone he could wholly trust without any worry of betrayal or ulterior motives. A genuine soul who just liked him for him and not the devil buried within his chest like most others who merely pretended to get close to him only to try and steal it for themselves. Nodding his head subtly with his cheek pressed against the soft fabric of her leggings, Denji slowly opens his eyes shifting his weight to lay the back of his head in her lap looking up at her with a sincere smirk.]

Yeah...It's been Hell. Everyone I get close to just ends up either dead or wants to kill me.

[A brief pause before he continues on as a faint shade of blush creeps over his cheeks in mild embarrassment acting so vulnerable in front of her.]

Thanks, Mid. You're the best for real. I bet you can kick some ass and would kinda like to see that.

[A light hearted chuckle emitting with a flash of his usual toothy grin starting to perk back up a bit now.]

From:

midifications

Well, I won't kill ye, 'least not on purpose. I'd be mad if someone got you though, so don't let that happen, yeah? An' if you need t' talk to someone, just tell me. Don't know if I'll be lucky enough to already be buyin' cake, but I can at least lend an ear when you need it. Dunno about really kickin' ass, but I'd try for someone important.

[After all, it was nice having someone her age to actually talk to, and Denji was fun to be around, even if he was sad after... A Lot Going On. She could be there for him, help him, and make sure he was feeling better, but it felt like he really needed this.

Though...]

Hey. Sit up for a sec.