[No actually he doesn't? He will just sit down and watch, waiting politely for Douman to finish. He is a patient man and also this is terrifying but also interesting to watch?]
[Honestly he would be ok with all of this if it weren't for the face because honestly that is a bit too rich for his blood as far as debateably sexy danger goes. His hands fly up reflexively to close over Douman's as he gasps.]
[He's lacking a lot of context, of course. He doesn't know the person Douman is talking to, raging against, but he knows a villain's rant when he sees one. Still, he already knew that, didn't he? Ashiya Douman is the villain in the stories of Abe no Seimei, though still just a man. But this version, this reflection, a magical construct called a servant... Well, he doesn't understand it fully either, but there's always been something about this mans presence that sent a feeling of danger down his spine, an animal instinct.]
I'm sorry, Mr Douman. It sounds like you worked really hard. [Sorry you failed to destroy humanity, sir.]
[Drawing back, they grab a mug from off the counter and hurl it at Fukuda - it misses its mark by a good several inches, crashing into pieces on the wall.]
...I don't need your...pity.
[Their breath is haggard - the sound of the breaking mug is enough to get them to calm down slightly, using a hand to stroke back through their hair with a grimace. Enough is enough. Ashiya Douman, born to be mocked, meant to be pitied. They won't have that, anymore.]
[Well. If that's what they want, he can do that. He stops talking, tries to go a bit limp, his head turning to the side to avoid eye contact, but the cant of it also exposes more of his bare neck.
He's just prey, submitting and asking to be spared.]
Sort of. Brilliant Detective Anaido. That's who I am inside an id well. A simulation made from the consciousness of a killer. It's his job to find out their identity.
I wouldn't lie to you. There's a device that collects cognition particles at the scene of a crime. The Mizuhanome then generates an id well based on that.
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What do you want, huh?! To draw my secrets out of me, too?!
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Well, I don't really know much about you, Mr. Douman. So that would be sort of nice...
[DON'T JUST ANSWER HIS ANGRY RHETORICAL QUESTION?]
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[Yeah, sorry Fukuda. Douman doesn't like that answer. Face distorting, he reaches out a hand to grab the man by the throat, nails digging in.]
[Please do not poke the angry beast man, Fukuda!]
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[Letting out a huff, Douman lets go of him now, lips drawn back. Terrible. How terrible. To be reminded of failure, over and over again.]
[It makes them sick to the core.]
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I'm sorry, Mr Douman. It sounds like you worked really hard.
[Sorry you failed to destroy humanity, sir.]
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[Drawing back, they grab a mug from off the counter and hurl it at Fukuda - it misses its mark by a good several inches, crashing into pieces on the wall.]
...I don't need your...pity.
[Their breath is haggard - the sound of the breaking mug is enough to get them to calm down slightly, using a hand to stroke back through their hair with a grimace. Enough is enough. Ashiya Douman, born to be mocked, meant to be pitied. They won't have that, anymore.]
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I-What do you want me to say?
[He doesn't have media he can reference for this!!!??? Just tell him what to do!!!!]
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[And striding over, they grab Fukuda by the collar, lifting him up to slam him roughly against the wall, snarling.]
Don't patronize me.
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He's just prey, submitting and asking to be spared.]
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[Douman draws in, slowly, slowly.]
...Your passiveness makes me sick. [And they lick along Fukuda's neck.] Are you really the type who rolls over and exposes their belly to a threat?
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Isn't that what you wanted?
[You're the one??? Who told him to be quiet??
In any case, the proximity pulls a memory out of Fukuda in turn.]
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[...What?]
[Quicksand? Douman pauses, face almost pressed against Fukuda's neck, before they draw slightly away, giving him a confused look.]
...Who was that? You?
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[The confusion is fighting with the anger, so they just...look very perplexed.]
Are you pulling my leg? What kind of simulation was that?!
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That sounds ridiculous..
[AND FATE/ BS ISN'T??]
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