imagine learning your grandpa fucks (douman)

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before thursday curfew idk, week 0 spooky spooky skeletons in their closet

[mukagen]

All right!

[ So they've finally gotten their turn in the simulator room. Just them this time and Gojou starts them off with—no, wait. He should ask first. Looking over to Douman, he double checks with them. ]

So you wanted to see how far sorcerers have gone first? Or...

i hate this title of this pc i hope you know. also being reminded of this art

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I suppose let's start with you, first.

[Its interesting, being with someone like this from the modern era. He's certainly different than the typical mage, which makes someone like Douman all the more intrigued.]

The modern era is something I'm a little excited to see.

I HAVE TO SEE IT EVERY TIME I TAG NOW

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I want to say it isn't too extravagant since we didn't hit flying cars yet, but it will be different from what you're used to.

[ And... Here we go. They're in Tokyo, specifically where Douman can see the towering skyscrapers and the ridiculous amount of people roaming and crossing the streets. Flashing lights everywhere.

Also cars. Many cars. Cars stuck in traffic... Riveting. It must be easy to see since Douman basically looms over everyone. ]

YOU CHOSE THIS SHITPOST!!!!

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Flying cars? Mmm, I see, I...

[Oh.]

[It takes a moment for Douman to adjust - their dark eyes wide, they gaze around - everywhere they look, its noise, sounds, lights, movement.]

[How...disorienting. They blink, twisting around to try to take it all in, knowing they can't.]

Goodness. Oh, goodness. What...chaos. Its chaos.

seven minutes in clown heaven (w1)

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[Well, here they arm, hand in hand at the planetarium. Its dark at first...until the lights start appearing, forming the wide array of galaxies and planets above them.]

[Douman smiles over at Gojou.]

Does the modern era have something like this?

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[ I see Gojou is arm in arm, hand in hand, with his ceiling comfort clown. The smile on his lips stays as he takes in the bright stars. ]

Not as vast. We haven't gone far and beyond what our telescopes can see, but maybe in the future.

[ Then he looks to Douman with a lidded gaze. ]

So this is where you lay a hand on Tenjin-sama's descendant, right?

[ more teasing cause he doesn't fear death ]

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[hei i will destroy you]

Truly, you have all gone so far...

[But the next statement makes them pause - their eyes widen, apparently not having expected the brazen question. However, that doesn't stop them from turning, reaching a hand forward to rest on the other's shoulder.]

Huhuhuhu. [A shake of the head - the bells lightly jingle, in the darkened room.] That does depend on whether Tenjin-sama's descendant minds such a thing.

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[ no let me live crystal i'm too young to die ]

I don't mind at all. It's just a little fun.

[ That's how he sees all of it, unless it endangers his life then it's a little less fun. Taking that hand on his shoulder, he gently presses his thumb into their palm. Kind of like pressing an animal's soft toebeans. ]

If anything, I've been curious ever since that party? Seeing Omi-wan cozy up to you... What's it like to play around with history.

[ Gojou isn't a complete pervert, but it is exciting to think about how he could be desecrating one of his society's pillars. All those croons would probably tell him you can't just kiss Evil Douman, well fuck them. ]

w1, sunday post-exec

[mukagen]

[ Well, it looks like these two are in the tea room, enjoying some nicely steeped tea. Gracious enough, he pours Douman a cup. Despite his city look, he seems to know the works of a tea ceremony. ]

Everyone's probably feeling sick or great now that the execution is over, but we really got lucky.

[ He also divides the cracker and tea cakes for both of them. ]

[commedia]

We did, didn't we? With Qingxuan's survival, and the fact that we discovered who murdered Tamaki...

[All rather fortunate, honestly. Douman nods, bowing their head slightly in thanks for the tea.]

How are you feeling, overall?

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I wasn't the one pit against the murderbot, so I'm doing pretty great aside from the obvious problem.

[ Murderer still somewhere here, but! It'll be fine, basically what Gojou thinks all of the time. ]

What about you?

[commedia]

Ah, I'm doing alright. As you said, we were lucky. And someone not worth living is now gone, never to harm another again.

[Though...]

Is it true? Did someone really order that metal doll to kill in the first place?

W2 THURSDAY

[commedia]

[Its been a long week.]

[Here is onmyouji grandpa in all their jester glory, just...slumped on one of the couches in the rec room, eyes closed.]

[When they hear Gojou approach, they don't even open their eyes, just furrowing eyebrows with an annoyed sound.]

What is it?

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[ Douman is probably the only person that makes Gojou freeze up like a cat, with fur bristling from surprise and everything. Ahhh, is he going to get scolded? They sound annoyed!

Wait, he's a fucking adult man. A shitty one, too, so he approaches and hovers over the couch. ]

I was just gonna pick up some movies, but! Since you are here, I wanted to see how you're doing, gramps.

[ A scan. ]

You look awful.

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...

[They open their eyes only a sliver to look grumpily over at Gojou. Take that back, whippersnapper.]

Anything else you'd like to point out?

[mukagen]

[ Wow! Grandpa is grumpy!!! ]

No, nothing else! [ Haha. ] Must have been a tough week.

[ For everyone, but Gojou doesn't want to go into that. They all need a break. ]

Want a massage? To relax.

saturday, week 2; post-trial barrr

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[ To put it simply... Gojou is attempting to mix himself a drink! That's how he's going to spend his time after that. Based on the ingredients, it basically will be a fruity and sweet drink.

Yeah, that's it. ]

[commedia]

Gojou...

[Just looking at this drink. Are you going to give yourself diabetes...]

That looks like a drink to knock yourself out with.

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I'm just picking up a new hobbbbyyy, gramps! It'll be fine.

[ And when it's done, he takes a small sip... There's a dead silence before he puts the glass on the counter. ]

It's horrible.

thursday, week 3; after cyoa and they heal the fuck up

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[ So... Gojou has been following them! Whenever he has found Douman, he follows... Much like a cat looking for attention, but he doesn't say anything yet.

He doesn't know if he's allowed to say anything. ]

[commedia]

[Douman is just...]

[Slumped against a wall in the hallway? They glance over at Gojou as he approaches and....well, one eyes is back! That's good! The other is.....uh, shrunken, still in the stages of growing. Gross.]

...Gojou.

[They say. There's not much feeling in their voice.]

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Gramps!

[ In comparison, Gojou calls to them like he usually does, though he does look a little sad to see their growing eye. It must have hurt. ]

I didn't get to check on you when we got out...

[ There's some guilt. ]

week 7, thursday

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[ They're at the shrine and like...

The whole fucking time Gojou has just been staring at Douman. The first time he's SILENT. ]

[commedia]

[Wow, did you think Douman was going to be a chatterbox? This time, they're very much not! Instead, they're just sitting here SUPER AWKWARDLY.]

[You can practically feel the Anxiety come off of them in waves.]

[Finally, the can't stand it any longer:]

Gojou, if you wish to ask something, just say it-!

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Stop!! This isn't a confession or anything?!

[ Because those are the lines someone would say out of a manga stop blindsiding him like this. He hacks. ]

So you were possessed... With what? Like... That shadow? Thing? I remember you talking about that.