[Alright, he senses evasion is no longer working.]
I don't dislike numbers, exactly. But... before I had my hole, it wasn't a choice I got to make. I had to count. I had to do things three times. It didn't matter if it was important or distracting or I wanted to stop.
[Not that Douman truly understands the significance of this explanation, but they can comprehend the reality of it well enough. Their hand moves to stroke through Fukuda's hair, their voice a low murmur.]
Like a curse. Trapped in your own head by...numbers. Yes?
[Hm! He hesitates for a moment, because he's never thought of it quite like that before.]
... Aah. I suppose it did. [leaning a little heavier into the hand holding his chin in place, though also Douman should keep petting his head with the other hand?]
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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[Yes, they will press this.]
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[Is he just pretending not to understand because he doesn't want to answer? Who's to say.]
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Tell me. How does the wind moving through your hole make you think clearer?
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He looks up at them under clear duress.]
The numbers.
[Is this an answer?]
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[No, Douman isn't releasing their grip, and their eyes, dark as sin, continue to stare.]
Like your beloved three?
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[Alright, he senses evasion is no longer working.]
I don't dislike numbers, exactly. But... before I had my hole, it wasn't a choice I got to make. I had to count. I had to do things three times. It didn't matter if it was important or distracting or I wanted to stop.
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[Not that Douman truly understands the significance of this explanation, but they can comprehend the reality of it well enough. Their hand moves to stroke through Fukuda's hair, their voice a low murmur.]
Like a curse. Trapped in your own head by...numbers. Yes?
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[Leaning into the petting. It's easier to talk like this.]
But the hole changed that. That's why it's important.
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[What a drastic way of solving things.]
You don't regret it, then. That hole saved your life.
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... Aah. I suppose it did.
[leaning a little heavier into the hand holding his chin in place, though also Douman should keep petting his head with the other hand?]
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What do you want now, though your curse has been broken? Something to fill the hole?
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Nnnn.... Not exactly... I don't know if I can really put it into words, the feeling I have.
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Do you simply...want for the sake of wanting?
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Isn't that nice, Fukuda?
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[He is really just talking about his crush on Gojou while literally putty in Douman's terrible clown hands.]
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[Hmm. Gojou...their grip tightens, only slightly.]
Have you done anything with Gojou, yet?
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Aah, I have. He asked me to, yesterday.