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Who: Shizuo and YOU
Where: The island
When: Friday evening
Style: Whichever
Status: OPEN FOR ALL THE CR

[Shizuo isn't as bothered by this curse as some of the people he's come across thus far. He tends not to be a pretty deep-thinker, and since he's a pretty honest individual, there isn't much for him to hide - with a little exception, but Shizuo has enough of a command on himself to avoid thinking about certain things in public. When he decides to go to the island, it's not with the intent to avoid people - at least, not more than usual - but because spending time here a week prior had shown Shizuo that the beach is nice and calm at night. The stars are especially peaceful.

His thought bubble calmly cycles through words like Izaya, stargazing, telescope, calm as he finishes a cigarette, walking along the water. He pauses and looks up at the night sky, and his bubble seems to pause with him - clearing itself of all text for a brief moment.]

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"It does," she murmured. "That was the first night he mentioned you to me. 'Shizu-chan'. He looked so sad..."

Zelda sighed, smiling a little to herself. It was better to focus on Izaya's positive traits than to remember their most recent conversation. She allowed her mind to wander back to that, thinking of Izaya mumbling something about a Shizu-chan and looking so horribly alone. Whether it had been genuine sadness or not was hard for her to say even now. Izaya is quite the actor, after all.

Shizuo glanced back at the bubble, then, and saw that image of Izaya looking less-than his cheerful self. "He might not have been serious," Shizuo said. While he believed that Izaya had indeed felt alone, and while he had faith in Izaya's love, it was difficult for him to accept that Izaya had longed for him so openly back then - when just a little time later he conned Shizuo into having a fight that scaled the entirety of the New Years party. Still, it was interesting to hear that his name had been dropped like that.

"I guess it makes sense, though. That's how everyone winds up knowing who I am." Introducing himself to Vatheon's residents usually wound up in recognition from his name. People had tended to hear about him from Izaya.

"It's hard to say. He's a very difficult person to read." Zelda's thought bubble was reporting that she found it fascinating, that she wanted to learn to be just as difficult to predict. Her time on the run had left her stunted a bit socially (as evidenced by the fact that Shizuo was her first friend), but she learned quickly.

Maybe, someday...

"Ah, yes - we'll be having cake again on the 27th! Can you make it that day, Shizuo? I'm afraid that I will be the one making it this time, but it shouldn't be too terrible."

The more this bubble curse progressed, the more Shizuo saw similarities between Zelda and Izaya. It made him a little uncomfortable. He didn't like seeing that Zelda wanted to be more like Izaya - because he still wanted to see Zelda as not having an inner darkness. But as she had pointed out their first time at the bakery, that wasn't a good point of view. Everyone had their own darkness.

"Yeah, I'll definitely be there," he replied. He was glad to be able to attend this time around.

"Good! I'll be attempting a spice cake. Not hot spices of course, it's mostly cinnamon and sugar from what I've read so far. Does that sound alright?"

Oh, Zelda. Going from wanting to be like Izaya in one moment to talking about cake with a big smile the next. It's been a hard week, she can't keep her thoughts completely straight anymore - that and she's gotten into the habit of abruptly changing the subject and her mood when it gets uncomfortable.

Shizuo didn't mind the subject change. Cake was a more comfortable topic, and it was actually a subject he knew a thing or two about.

"That sounds really good," he assured Zelda. He was really glad that he could be friends comfortably with her again; the cake came secondary. It could be been a bitter cake and Shizuo still would have looked forward to it. It was good, his bubble stated, that he and Zelos had more or less worked out some differences just a few days prior, otherwise Shizuo would have felt as though he were imposing - yet again.

"You spoke with Zelos? Did he seem alright?" Zelda looked worried. She'd relaxed just a little, so she forgot to attempt to filter her thoughts. It wasn't the kiss that showed up in her thoughts, it was the aftermath - Zelos sitting on his bed and hugging her around the waist like a child as she stood nearby with a hand on his head. She blanched as soon as she realized that Shizuo had seen.

"Please, ah... please do not tell him that you saw that. I don't think he'd... he wouldn't be pleased."

"He was...okay," Shizuo replied, distracted by Zelda's thought bubble. Though he was quick to respond once Zelda grew concerned over what he saw. "I won't," he replied quickly. "Don't worry, it isn't my business." He'd just make sure to avoid Zelos until the curse ended, just in case.

"Ah - anyway, we kind of fought. But - not bad. In a good way." They both blew off some steam and were better for it, in the end. "He kind of fights like Izaya. I guess it was good practice for control."

"Oh! You mean you sparred?" She was a little surprised that Zelos would consider it. She knew that Shizuo was (physically) far stronger than Zelos, though she was fairly certain that Zelos knew a little magic. There was just no way that he could cast and keep out of Shizuo's reach, was there? A surprisingly accurate portrayal of the fight played out in her thought bubble... accurate down to the point at which Zelos needed to fly. In Zelda's thoughts, he did not fly and Shizuo's hit connected.

"That's... hmm."

"Kind of," Shizuo replied, looking a little sheepish. He meant they fought, because Zelos had definitely pushed buttons to get Shizuo to fly into a rage, but in the end it had turned into more of a sparring session. They both had walked away friendly with each other, talking about cake dates once again, so it hadn't been bad.

Shizuo watched Zelda's bubble play out the fight, and was impressed. It was very similar to the way Shizuo remembered it, except Zelos had managed to fly out of the way when Shizuo tried to hit him.

"I didn't hurt him," he told Zelda. Even if he hadn't been able to fly, I wouldn't have, his bubble expressed. He wouldn't have hurt someone Zelda cared about - definitely not intentionally, though he liked to think that even enraged he could keep Zelda at the forefront of his mind and not do something stupid.

It's what he had been working toward, after all.

"He flew?"

This was evidently news to Zelda. She imagined it somewhat like the way that Vegeta flew (she had witnessed it once, though she never did get a chance to speak to him). It must be another effect of his altered mana state. If he wasn't so touchy I'd study it... She then recalled her own experience with flight, zipping over the island with Lysunder. She liked and trusted the Summoner, certainly - but if she'd known that Zelos could fly, that would have been far simpler.

"Oh." Well, crap. He wasn't trying to spread Zelos' secrets around. At least it was Zelda, though, and not someone that Zelos didn't trust. "Ah, you should probably talk to him about it - but yeah. He did." His thought bubble supplied the word wings even though Shizuo tried hard to redirect it.

"I apologize, I didn't intend to make you reveal something you didn't want to. I will not be spreading it around, I assure you."

Her thoughts were filled with what sort of wings he might have. Large, white angel's wings? No, Zelos is pretty devilish - bat's wings? Insect wings like Lysunder? Maybe transparent wings made of mana, since he didn't show any physical signs of having a wing structure on his body.

Which she has seen naked before. Sorry Shizuo, you probably didn't want to see that.

"No, no, it's not your fault," Shizuo replied. He trusted Zelda, and knew she wouldn't gossip about anything he shared with her - let alone a detail about someone for whom she cared. "I know you won't."

As for seeing Zelos' body - Shizuo just averted his eyes and pretended firmly that he had not. At least this time he wasn't blushing - unlike when he saw Izaya earlier.

It didn't even occur to her to be embarrassed. She had been thinking of it, yes, but more like one would think of an anatomical drawing than anything else.

"Flight is always something that I've wished I could do. They say that ancient Hylians came from the sky and were carried around by guardian birds of some sort. That is what the red bird on my usual clothing signifies," she explained, imagining said pattern.

Shizuo thought of Vegeta - and then, subsequently, Trunks - their names displayed in the thought bubble. Both of them could fly, in a way. Trunks had even said it was possible for humans to do so, at least where he came from.

"Yeah, it's convenient," he replied. "I know a few guys here who can do it." He thought of Cielo, then, too - and was about to think about how he could fly, but Shizuo wasn't trying to air out anyone else's business (again), so he redirected his thoughts before he started thinking of Cielo's demon form. "That's interesting, though." He was sincere - it really was. The more time Shizuo spent in the Vatheon, the more he found himself wondering about the stories of other worlds. He wasn't and probably would never be much of an intellectual, but his mind was opening a little and he was finding value in understanding other cultures.

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