[It feels wrong, for that to be the first thing out of his mouth when he's being handfed by a kittybot. But his hand digs at his shirt, against his stomach that still growls despite everything, and his eyes drift straight to the ground.]
[ crea says without hesitation. there's no need to hesitate when it comes to something like this, when it deals with a person that he cares about. he nods again. ]
I don't care if you're a hero or not, Crea. I just care that you're you. I want to get you home to the people you care about. Even if it means we can't be heros about it anymore.
[Wanna team up with me
and take revenge on some admins that absolutely deserve it?]
[ beelzebub you make it extremely hard to not have a crush on you.
but when he thinks about it, why is that the case? why does he care so much about beelzebub, regardless of the fact that the entirety of the dodo cabana wormed their way into his heart while he wasn't looking?
...
maybe it's because he sees a bit of sii-tan in him, sometimes. that big heart of his, despite having to go through the worst circumstances... ]
Well... I did say anything. [ he sighs, laughing helplessly. ] You really are kind, Beel. I'm scared to know how you've survived in a world of Devils this whole time.
[ maybe crea really is a demon, then, if he's far more morally bankrupt than an actual demon is. ]
Well, that doesn't change anything. You're still my friend.
[ with a shuddering breath, crea steps closer, gently placing his hand on beelzebub's. now the other can see how the corners of his eyes are puffed and red from crying, cursing god for taking yet another thing from him.
--and immediately yanks him towards the bars, enough to get both arms around him in as best a bear hug as he can manage with the stone bars in the way.]
You're mine, too. Don't forget it, or I might have to call you an idiot the next time I see you.
[ losing his balance suddenly, crea slips further forward against the bars. he's certain that he might have hit his forehead against them, but...
the pain means nothing next to the warmth of beel's hug. crea awkwardly wraps his arms around beelzebub as best as he can and he.
he can't help it. he thought that he didn't have any more tears to shed, that he was finally all dried up after crying alone in his cabana, but as he settles into beelzebub's warmth, he simply starts sobbing. in a mix of 'i'm sorry's and 'please don't go's, crea lets himself be as vulnerable as possible, aware that there's no merit in it. beelzebub is leaving him, no matter how much he cries for him to stay. he's another person that will soon leave him, but at least this time he can foresee the ending a mile away. ]
[It's quietly repeated a few times, keeping Crea held as tight as he can manage. It hurts, to finally see this as a point of Crea allowing himself to not be okay.]
Thank you for coming to see me. Thank you for trying so hard. Thank you for letting me get to know you.
[ it's not his fault, beelzebub says, but crea can't help but feel like he is partially responsible somehow. if he had done things differently, could he have swayed the vote? maybe even to himself?
no. no, he has to return to sii-tan. he has to return to sii-tan. and if that's the case, then he should have been ready to break a few eggs. prioritizing his emotions over the plan... what kind of third-rate spy has he become? they say that they don't need any more sacrifices, right? if that's the case, then... it should be fine. his mission will soon be over. he can go home soon, or to whatever will be left.
his sobs quiet down and soon come to a stop with a few more sniffles. he smiles sadly, pushing back. ]
You were the one that asked me to see you. How was I going to say no? And I'm not sure if I did much regarding the other two things, but... you're welcome.
[ ... ]
Ah, maybe I should... give you this. [ he shuffles through his pocket, pulling out the charm that he has carried with him for the past two weeks. he sticks his hand between the bars, holding it for beelzebub to grab. ]
Take it. I told ya I made it myself, so I'll give it to ya. [ ... ] It means "Love and Peace", so I think it would fit you more than it would the me that I am right now.
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[It feels wrong, for that to be the first thing out of his mouth when he's being handfed by a kittybot. But his hand digs at his shirt, against his stomach that still growls despite everything, and his eyes drift straight to the ground.]
...Hey. Crea, can you promise me something?
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[ crea says without hesitation. there's no need to hesitate when it comes to something like this, when it deals with a person that he cares about. he nods again. ]
Tell me anything.
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Don't let them kill anyone else.
If I can find Nona on the other side, I want to bring us back. But I'm going to need people to trust that we can make it.
Can you promise that you'll focus on that? No matter what happens tomorrow?
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[ ..................... ]
Do I really look like that sort of hero to you?
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[Wanna team up with me
and take revenge on some admins that absolutely deserve it?]
I lost my chance. But I trust you.
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but when he thinks about it, why is that the case? why does he care so much about beelzebub, regardless of the fact that the entirety of the dodo cabana wormed their way into his heart while he wasn't looking?
...
maybe it's because he sees a bit of sii-tan in him, sometimes. that big heart of his, despite having to go through the worst circumstances... ]
Well... I did say anything. [ he sighs, laughing helplessly. ] You really are kind, Beel. I'm scared to know how you've survived in a world of Devils this whole time.
[ maybe crea really is a demon, then, if he's far more morally bankrupt than an actual demon is. ]
I'll do it. For you.
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Because I'm one of the Seven Rulers of the Underworld, Crea. I'm that way for a reason.
[He holds a hand out from behind the bars, looking Crea dead in the eyes with a silent request for him to take it.]
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[ with a shuddering breath, crea steps closer, gently placing his hand on beelzebub's. now the other can see how the corners of his eyes are puffed and red from crying, cursing god for taking yet another thing from him.
oh jeez, how embarrassing. ]
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--and immediately yanks him towards the bars, enough to get both arms around him in as best a bear hug as he can manage with the stone bars in the way.]
You're mine, too. Don't forget it, or I might have to call you an idiot the next time I see you.
Okay?
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[ losing his balance suddenly, crea slips further forward against the bars. he's certain that he might have hit his forehead against them, but...
the pain means nothing next to the warmth of beel's hug. crea awkwardly wraps his arms around beelzebub as best as he can and he.
he can't help it. he thought that he didn't have any more tears to shed, that he was finally all dried up after crying alone in his cabana, but as he settles into beelzebub's warmth, he simply starts sobbing. in a mix of 'i'm sorry's and 'please don't go's, crea lets himself be as vulnerable as possible, aware that there's no merit in it. beelzebub is leaving him, no matter how much he cries for him to stay. he's another person that will soon leave him, but at least this time he can foresee the ending a mile away. ]
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[It's quietly repeated a few times, keeping Crea held as tight as he can manage. It hurts, to finally see this as a point of Crea allowing himself to not be okay.]
Thank you for coming to see me. Thank you for trying so hard. Thank you for letting me get to know you.
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no. no, he has to return to sii-tan. he has to return to sii-tan. and if that's the case, then he should have been ready to break a few eggs. prioritizing his emotions over the plan... what kind of third-rate spy has he become? they say that they don't need any more sacrifices, right? if that's the case, then... it should be fine. his mission will soon be over. he can go home soon, or to whatever will be left.
his sobs quiet down and soon come to a stop with a few more sniffles. he smiles sadly, pushing back. ]
You were the one that asked me to see you. How was I going to say no? And I'm not sure if I did much regarding the other two things, but... you're welcome.
[ ... ]
Ah, maybe I should... give you this. [ he shuffles through his pocket, pulling out the charm that he has carried with him for the past two weeks. he sticks his hand between the bars, holding it for beelzebub to grab. ]
Take it. I told ya I made it myself, so I'll give it to ya. [ ... ] It means "Love and Peace", so I think it would fit you more than it would the me that I am right now.