PC WITH ANAIDO I MEAN FUKUDA

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[holeful]

[He is melting. He is so weak to being touched.]

Nnnn.... Not exactly... I don't know if I can really put it into words, the feeling I have.

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[Another kiss, gentle.]

Do you simply...want for the sake of wanting?

[holeful]

Maybe.... There's a lot of things I don't have... Before, people avoided me because my behavior was strange. Now they avoid me because of the way my face looks. Until I came here, anyway...

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So this place must be quite like heaven for you. Acceptance to be given, from all around.

Isn't that nice, Fukuda?

[holeful]

It is... even after people heard I drilled the hole in my head, no one's really judged me... besides Medb.

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Medb is a woman who has no qualms with judging things as she sees fit. You shouldn't take it personally...

[holeful]

It's thanks to her I got to become close to Gojou, so... I suppose I can't be that mad.

[He is really just talking about his crush on Gojou while literally putty in Douman's terrible clown hands.]

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Mmmm.

[Hmm. Gojou...their grip tightens, only slightly.]

Have you done anything with Gojou, yet?

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Well, perhaps he'll get a fuller experience, here.

[And a beat.]

How is your nose?

[holeful]

[Hmmmmm interesting. He thinks maybe he shouldn't just go talking about it with other people, without Gojou's permission, but.]

Aah, I have. He asked me to, yesterday.

[holeful]

I can't really feel it, so it's hard to tell...

[It's fine probably.]

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As long as its not bleeding! Haha. You'll be okay.

[A step back, and a pat on the shoulder.]

[holeful]

Mm. Thank you for your help. You've got kind of a scary aura, but you're really kind, Mr Douman.

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...

[Its a bit of an odd look on their face.]

I have been told that I look scary...but either way, this humble priest appreciates your words.

[holeful]

It's the claws and teeth, I think. Plus you're quite tall. I like how they feel, though.

[Is this a better compliment? Maybe.]

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[They raise their sleeve to their mouth, like a blushing maiden.]

My claws and teeth, you mean? Mmmmm, Fukuda. You really know what you like, huh?

[holeful]

Well, actually, I didn't know I liked it until you did it....

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...

[Wow.]

I stand corrected. You're really getting to learn a lot about yourself here, Fukuda. How wonderful that is.

[holeful]

It is.

[He's truly pleased.]

I feel like I'm being spoiled, a little.

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[Just reaching over to stroke over the scarred side of Fukuda's face, lightly.]

Isn't that the point of indulgence? To be spoiled? Then you're doing a good job.

[holeful]

[Oh. He actually shivers at that. That he chose to touch that side of his face.]

I'm doing a good job... I'm glad.
[Praise...]

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You are. Believe me.

[And Douman leans in for a gentle kiss to Fukuda's cheek.]

I can't wait to see what heights you will reach.

[holeful]

[Kya....]

Haha... Well, I hope I can live up to your expectations, Mr Douman.

WEEK 1 POST TRIAL

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[Well, here is the problem clown! Who is just. Leaning on the counter and drinking some water from a glass. They look...somewhat tired.]

[Glancing over their shoulder, they just huff.]

Ah, Fukuda....what a fucking trial that was, hm.

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[He has to... surpress a smile. The swearing is still so much.

Fukuda is just dispensing a bowl of ramen from the machine. The proper sort not the instant kind. Then he'll join Douman at the counter.]

It was. I think having two different cases slowed us down. Maybe if we'd just focused on one...