[So eloquent. Genya doesn't need much more than that. His first brush with the Forest had been pretty much the same. He pads on over, then gives Muichiro a once over.]
I can help you clean up. I mean. If you want. I have some bandages in my room, I mean.
[He's a little worried about that coughing, though.]
Better than keeling over from the actual lashing you got, y'know. Dying here sucks, even if you come back from it. [As he's recently learned. But he doesn't dwell on that. Instead, he snorts.] Kinda sound like Kocho, don't I?
[She always got so huffy with him about his own injuries, after all.]
Just wait here, yeah? And don't like... die, or anything. I'll be back.
[He skitters off before Muichiro can really say anything. Don't mind the way his shoeless self slides a little on the hardwood. It's fiiiine.]
[ His tone is quite soft, really. Even if Genya doesn't remember right now, he can't imagine what Genya must have felt watching him get chopped to pieces like that. Though, likely his focus was on Sanemi.
Either way, Muichiro stays put while Genya scrambles for his room. It's really not all that urgent. His breathing technique is preventing things from getting any worse, but he thinks its nice. Someone caring about him like this is nice. ]
[He calls the word over his shoulder as he disappears, but there's no real malice to it. And by the time he's back with a little first aid kit, a bowl of water, and a clean towel, any resulting grouchiness is long gone.
He hasn't forgotten what Muichiro said. Honestly, it's a bit wild to Genya that he can talk about his death that easily. But hey, maybe it's how he's coping.
Either way, it's still on his mind as he settles down, crosslegged, in front of Muichiro and motions for him to pull his hand away.]
Still not all that convinced I wasn't holdin' all of you back in that fight. Really, I'm surprised I wasn't the one dyin' on you.
[He had thought that Muichiro's words had implied as much but... maybe he can hold out that hope.]
[ His own death was never something that worried him overly much. He'd been willing to put it on the line since before he became a Hashira, and he's perhaps a bit reckless in the pursuit of saving lives. It's the deaths of others that bother him. ]
You didn't hold us back, Genya. Your ability to gain powers depending on what you eat was pivotal in stopping Upper Rank One. The demon art you got made it so that Kokushibo couldn't use his own at some point.
[ He does lower his hand and shifts a bit closer so that Genya can see easier.
... there are rather angry marks circling his arms in certain spots, but other than being tender, there's not much to be done about them. Those at least are mostly healed. ]
[He's never been able to manage that. He's gotten a hell of a lot stronger, and even managed to merge his thoughts with Akaza once in this place, but being able to develop a full on art? That seems impossible.
But then, Muichiro definitely wouldn't lie to him, not when it came to something like that.
He keeps quiet as he uses the wet towel to dab away any dried blood. The marks are also noted with a bit of a frown but... they're healed and not what he's here for so...
Eventually the towel is lowered, and he goes in with a bit of disinfectant.]
[Even if he knows they've both sustained a hell of a lot worse from their fights, he's still gotta be polite.]
Man. Who woulda thought I had it in me. [His snort sounds more than a little incredulous.] Especially going up against Upper One? Pff.
[He wonders how proud Sanemi would have been. Or how proud his master was. He'd helped them when they needed it most, just like they had done for him for countless years.]
'cept... Guess that was pretty scary to see, up close like you were.
Me? I was more worried about one of you dying admittedly. I already knew by then I would bleed out and die. I was just making my last moments count.
[ maybe that part was a little scary. Facing that his life was on a timer in the middle of a battle. That his usefulness was already handicapped for the fact he'd lost a hand. ]
You scared me, you know. He sliced you into pieces when you tried to help me. I didn't know you could regenerate from that.
That must have been pretty shitty, knowing you were going to die.
[Just thinking it makes knots form in Genya's stomach. He knows that he's probably not long for any given world, given his weakness, but that doesn't mean he's ready to up and die. Especially not in the slow, painful way that Muichiro seems to have suffered.]
I... guess that would have been pretty freaky, not knowing what I could do. I don't really make a point of talking about it, since most people don't react well. My own brother even tried to - eh, never mind.
[Satisfied with his work so far, he reaches for a few bandages. It probably looks a little silly, sticking them on Muichiro's face, but it makes Genya feel better, so...]
[ It is silly, but Muichiro allows it, closing his eyes while Genya fusses. ]
I knew about you eating demons, but not really the abilities that came with it, I suppose. He had me pinned with my own sword on a pillar, so I couldn't stop him from hurting you in time.
[ he gestures to his shoulder which had needed stitches ]
I had to push myself down to the hilt and dislodge it before I could take it out. Not one of my finer moments.
[ You know, describing it probably isn't helping your case of being fine, sir. ]
You fussed over me then, too. We were both tending to each other while making our plan.
[Admittedly, Genya isn't all that surprised. He can't help himself when it comes to the people he cares about. He's seen loss vividly, after all. Even if he and Muichiro weren't abundantly close before, they were still the same age. And they'd been through the same fights, too. It meant something, as far as Genya was concerned.]
Sounds like hell, honestly. [As if being cut into pieces hadn't been.] The fact that you could keep fighting after that says a lot.
[He finally leans back, satisfied by his efforts.]
Well. You probably look ridiculous, but those cuts won't be getting infected any time soon. You can thank me later. [He smirks, almost sounding playful before he sobers up once more.] You're really sure you don't need to go to the clinic for the rest of that?
I'll go back soon, I'm just enjoying my last moments of freedom before I'm put on bed rest for the next however long.
[ He knows he has to. He's not going to let himself get worse than he already is. He simply... doesn't want to lose his contact with people yet. He's still not feeling great after what happened. ]
I can thank you now, too.
[ He can live with looking a little funny. It's a show of care from a friend. He loosely holds one of Genya's hands and squeezes it. ]
Y'know... [Genya glances down, then away entirely. He clears his throat once, but refuses to extend eye contact.] I could come with you. That way if you needed anything, I could go get it for you. It's not the same as bein' able to walk around but... still.
Figure it's the least I can do, since you got so messed up saving my life.
[The longer he talks, the redder his face seems to get. Especially with all the praise Muichiro is heaping on him. Send fucking help.]
[ Is there a reason that keeps happening? This is twice now he's gotten red like that. ]
I did a poor job of it. Your brother had to step in, like I mentioned the other day.
[ He supposes that doesn't erase the fact he absolutely thrashed himself free to get to Genya, but it hadn't done Genya much good. Certainly nothing like saving his life.
... he presses the back of his hand to Genya's forehead. Honestly does he have a fever?? ]
You were still there. Don't - don't sell yourself so short, alright! Shit, you sound like me at this point.
[Genya shoves a hand in a pocket, while the other starts to extend to help Muichiro up. He freezes mid-motion as that hand brushes over his skin and - whoa did he just get a hell of a lot warmer? Weird?
Give him a second, his brain is resetting.]
I - uh. [He clears his throat.] 's fine. I mean, I was gonna go wash up but - [He waves the words off.]
[Here and patting his flushing forehead, for that matter. He gives his arm a shake, trying not to look Muichiro in the eye, thank you very much.]
It's just - it's hot in here! And it's cold out there. The difference is gettin' to me, that's all! So hurry up so I can get some fresh air. [Wait - ] I mean, don't hurry too quick. Don't hurt yourself!
[ He's like 90% sure that's bs because it really isn't that warm in here. But whatever the problem is, Genya either isn't aware of or doesn't want to tell him, so he just gets to his feet so they can leave. ]
I knew what you meant. Don't worry. I'd hate to make you worry more.
[ There's a faint edge of teasing, but he does mostly mean that. ]
[Genya just sort of... grumbles to himself, but doesn't say anything directly to Muichiro. He does, however, remain close to him, an arm at the ready to help stabilize or guide him as he heads toward the exit. Annoyed though he might come off, he takes the duty at hand very seriously.]
Y'know, if they try to keep you, I can bring you food and stuff. The bar makes some good stew, and if you're not interested in that, I could probably cook something up.
[He hasn't had a reason to cook in awhile, come to think of it. Maybe he misses it a little.]
It's... nice enough. I was the second oldest, so I helped out when Sanemi and Ma couldn't. Guess it brings back memories. [His free hand fiddles with a stray strand of hair.] Did it more during Hashira Training. Up on the mountain like we were, it wasn't like they could just go get something to eat. And most of 'em didn't know how to cook, either.
Was kind of nice, once Tanjiro was around to help.
[He chances a glance out of the corner of his eye.]
[ Funny what you take for granted once you're all alone. It feels more acute suddenly. ]
That would be fun. I'm not completely helpless, but what I know is mostly simple things. Noodles, rice, things like that.
[ Hard to mess up "chop thing and put it in pan" he really didn't give much thought to taste when he was amnesiac. If it was bad he tended to just forget it soon after. ]
... I'm sure cooking for everyone was probably nostalgic, huh. I had a moment like that too. Tanjiro turned my training into a paper airplane contest at one point.
I'm not gonna pretend I'm good at the fancy stuff. But I have a decent enough grasp. I took up cooking as a way to give back to Master Himejima.
[Which, now that he's thinking about it, leaves his chest feeling a little hollow. Thankfully, Muichiro sweeps in with a much more pleasant memory.]
It was. Tanjiro's... pretty good at bringing people together like that, huh? My Master isn't usually fond of people our age, but I guess it isn't surprising that Tanjiro was able to win him over.
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Date: 2025-11-30 01:10 am (UTC)[So eloquent. Genya doesn't need much more than that. His first brush with the Forest had been pretty much the same. He pads on over, then gives Muichiro a once over.]
I can help you clean up. I mean. If you want. I have some bandages in my room, I mean.
[He's a little worried about that coughing, though.]
Unless you think the clinic is better?
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Date: 2025-11-30 01:29 am (UTC)[ C'mon Genya, surely you've been there. ]
The external wounds aren't really all that bad, but if you want to, I don't mind.
[ He has come to realize that being Genya's friend includes him fretting. It's sweet. ]
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Date: 2025-11-30 01:47 am (UTC)[She always got so huffy with him about his own injuries, after all.]
Just wait here, yeah? And don't like... die, or anything. I'll be back.
[He skitters off before Muichiro can really say anything. Don't mind the way his shoeless self slides a little on the hardwood. It's fiiiine.]
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Date: 2025-11-30 02:04 am (UTC)[ His tone is quite soft, really. Even if Genya doesn't remember right now, he can't imagine what Genya must have felt watching him get chopped to pieces like that. Though, likely his focus was on Sanemi.
Either way, Muichiro stays put while Genya scrambles for his room. It's really not all that urgent. His breathing technique is preventing things from getting any worse, but he thinks its nice. Someone caring about him like this is nice. ]
You're going to slip running around like that.
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Date: 2025-11-30 02:11 am (UTC)[He calls the word over his shoulder as he disappears, but there's no real malice to it. And by the time he's back with a little first aid kit, a bowl of water, and a clean towel, any resulting grouchiness is long gone.
He hasn't forgotten what Muichiro said. Honestly, it's a bit wild to Genya that he can talk about his death that easily. But hey, maybe it's how he's coping.
Either way, it's still on his mind as he settles down, crosslegged, in front of Muichiro and motions for him to pull his hand away.]
Still not all that convinced I wasn't holdin' all of you back in that fight. Really, I'm surprised I wasn't the one dyin' on you.
[He had thought that Muichiro's words had implied as much but... maybe he can hold out that hope.]
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Date: 2025-11-30 02:29 am (UTC)You didn't hold us back, Genya. Your ability to gain powers depending on what you eat was pivotal in stopping Upper Rank One. The demon art you got made it so that Kokushibo couldn't use his own at some point.
[ He does lower his hand and shifts a bit closer so that Genya can see easier.
... there are rather angry marks circling his arms in certain spots, but other than being tender, there's not much to be done about them. Those at least are mostly healed. ]
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Date: 2025-11-30 02:33 am (UTC)[He's never been able to manage that. He's gotten a hell of a lot stronger, and even managed to merge his thoughts with Akaza once in this place, but being able to develop a full on art? That seems impossible.
But then, Muichiro definitely wouldn't lie to him, not when it came to something like that.
He keeps quiet as he uses the wet towel to dab away any dried blood. The marks are also noted with a bit of a frown but... they're healed and not what he's here for so...
Eventually the towel is lowered, and he goes in with a bit of disinfectant.]
Might sting. Sorry.
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Date: 2025-11-30 02:48 am (UTC)[ Disinfectant really does not compare to the way his wounds felt when they were fresh, but he knows Genya's just being nice. ]
Mm. You shot at him while I was holding him still, and trees started growing out of him and rooted him in place.
[ Meaning Genya was mostly a ranged attacker both for the element of surprise and... to hopefully keep him safe from retaliation. ]
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Date: 2025-11-30 03:20 am (UTC)Man. Who woulda thought I had it in me. [His snort sounds more than a little incredulous.] Especially going up against Upper One? Pff.
[He wonders how proud Sanemi would have been. Or how proud his master was. He'd helped them when they needed it most, just like they had done for him for countless years.]
'cept... Guess that was pretty scary to see, up close like you were.
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Date: 2025-11-30 04:04 am (UTC)[ maybe that part was a little scary. Facing that his life was on a timer in the middle of a battle. That his usefulness was already handicapped for the fact he'd lost a hand. ]
You scared me, you know. He sliced you into pieces when you tried to help me. I didn't know you could regenerate from that.
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Date: 2025-11-30 04:25 am (UTC)[Just thinking it makes knots form in Genya's stomach. He knows that he's probably not long for any given world, given his weakness, but that doesn't mean he's ready to up and die. Especially not in the slow, painful way that Muichiro seems to have suffered.]
I... guess that would have been pretty freaky, not knowing what I could do. I don't really make a point of talking about it, since most people don't react well. My own brother even tried to - eh, never mind.
[Satisfied with his work so far, he reaches for a few bandages. It probably looks a little silly, sticking them on Muichiro's face, but it makes Genya feel better, so...]
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Date: 2025-11-30 04:42 am (UTC)I knew about you eating demons, but not really the abilities that came with it, I suppose. He had me pinned with my own sword on a pillar, so I couldn't stop him from hurting you in time.
[ he gestures to his shoulder which had needed stitches ]
I had to push myself down to the hilt and dislodge it before I could take it out. Not one of my finer moments.
[ You know, describing it probably isn't helping your case of being fine, sir. ]
You fussed over me then, too. We were both tending to each other while making our plan.
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Date: 2025-11-30 06:30 am (UTC)Sounds like hell, honestly. [As if being cut into pieces hadn't been.] The fact that you could keep fighting after that says a lot.
[He finally leans back, satisfied by his efforts.]
Well. You probably look ridiculous, but those cuts won't be getting infected any time soon. You can thank me later. [He smirks, almost sounding playful before he sobers up once more.] You're really sure you don't need to go to the clinic for the rest of that?
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Date: 2025-11-30 04:55 pm (UTC)[ He knows he has to. He's not going to let himself get worse than he already is. He simply... doesn't want to lose his contact with people yet. He's still not feeling great after what happened. ]
I can thank you now, too.
[ He can live with looking a little funny. It's a show of care from a friend. He loosely holds one of Genya's hands and squeezes it. ]
So thank you, Genya.
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Date: 2025-12-01 02:28 am (UTC)Figure it's the least I can do, since you got so messed up saving my life.
[The longer he talks, the redder his face seems to get. Especially with all the praise Muichiro is heaping on him. Send fucking help.]
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Date: 2025-12-01 04:25 am (UTC)I did a poor job of it. Your brother had to step in, like I mentioned the other day.
[ He supposes that doesn't erase the fact he absolutely thrashed himself free to get to Genya, but it hadn't done Genya much good. Certainly nothing like saving his life.
... he presses the back of his hand to Genya's forehead. Honestly does he have a fever?? ]
But I don't mind the company if you're not busy.
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Date: 2025-12-01 04:30 am (UTC)[Genya shoves a hand in a pocket, while the other starts to extend to help Muichiro up. He freezes mid-motion as that hand brushes over his skin and - whoa did he just get a hell of a lot warmer? Weird?
Give him a second, his brain is resetting.]
I - uh. [He clears his throat.] 's fine. I mean, I was gonna go wash up but - [He waves the words off.]
C'mon. Let's go.
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Date: 2025-12-01 05:09 am (UTC)[ He says it so matter of fact. It is something he's hard on himself about because if Sanemi hadn't been there, Genya would have died.
Oh- but Genya is definitely warm. He tilts his head a little. ]
Alright. Are you feeling okay?
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Date: 2025-12-01 05:32 am (UTC)[Here and patting his flushing forehead, for that matter. He gives his arm a shake, trying not to look Muichiro in the eye, thank you very much.]
It's just - it's hot in here! And it's cold out there. The difference is gettin' to me, that's all! So hurry up so I can get some fresh air. [Wait - ] I mean, don't hurry too quick. Don't hurt yourself!
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Date: 2025-12-01 07:31 am (UTC)I knew what you meant. Don't worry. I'd hate to make you worry more.
[ There's a faint edge of teasing, but he does mostly mean that. ]
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Date: 2025-12-01 07:54 pm (UTC)Y'know, if they try to keep you, I can bring you food and stuff. The bar makes some good stew, and if you're not interested in that, I could probably cook something up.
[He hasn't had a reason to cook in awhile, come to think of it. Maybe he misses it a little.]
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Date: 2025-12-01 10:29 pm (UTC)[ He didn't actually know Genya could cook. He wondered what kind of food he likes. ]
Do you like cooking? My brother did most of that after mom fell ill.
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Date: 2025-12-01 11:10 pm (UTC)Was kind of nice, once Tanjiro was around to help.
[He chances a glance out of the corner of his eye.]
I could teach you some, if you'd like?
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Date: 2025-12-02 02:26 am (UTC)That would be fun. I'm not completely helpless, but what I know is mostly simple things. Noodles, rice, things like that.
[ Hard to mess up "chop thing and put it in pan" he really didn't give much thought to taste when he was amnesiac. If it was bad he tended to just forget it soon after. ]
... I'm sure cooking for everyone was probably nostalgic, huh. I had a moment like that too. Tanjiro turned my training into a paper airplane contest at one point.
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Date: 2025-12-02 04:13 am (UTC)[Which, now that he's thinking about it, leaves his chest feeling a little hollow. Thankfully, Muichiro sweeps in with a much more pleasant memory.]
It was. Tanjiro's... pretty good at bringing people together like that, huh? My Master isn't usually fond of people our age, but I guess it isn't surprising that Tanjiro was able to win him over.
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