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back in japan this time of the year around july-august there's somethin called obon. if ur religious like me then this time of the year is meant to say hello to the spirits of your deceased cuz they come around and stuff and to commemorate and celebrate em. if ur not religious then its a party with hella food and games either way.

well. i wanna make it happen here this year so its ALDRIP 1ST OBON at the sano dojo and i gotta do some math to figure out when its gonna be so imma let yall know one day. also for these things you wanna wear a yukata if youre either real fucking short either gender or an absurd beanpole guy i can lend some or i can help you find fabric and ill help the tailors.

also i cant cook for shit YET (sorry aragaki shinjs its a process) so if you can please step forward

- manjiro "mikey" sano

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Pffft, yeah, I definitely missed out on that one. The lottery numbers.

(but it's not like he knew that he was going to time-travel, there were more pressing matters at hand. it sounds so simple, such a normal answer that he nearly wishes his time-travelling experience worked like that.

it feeds on despair to change something in the past. perhaps if two people really regret not seeing a dinosaur, it could work? his gears are turning as he looks at his hand, and without thinking, he takes scott's into his.

...

...

nothing.)

Huh. Maybe we don't want to see dinosaurs enough.

What the hell, Mikey?

[The sudden grabbing of his hand, his comment. It feels so sudden and oh wait. Seriously, man?? As Scott pieces everything together, he sends Mikey an almost disbelieving look.]

Wait, were you trying to time travel just now?

[Ppfft, the thought is so comical to Scott that the mutant can't stop himself from laughing, the sound coming out without restraint as he grips his friend's hand. Sure, he knows time travel exists and everything, but the thought of it actually working right now and letting them see dinosaurs feels too much still.]

I got curious!!

(he knows it feeds on regret and doom, but wouldn't it be so nice if it worked for something so innocent as wanting to see some dinos? besides, it wouldn't work here, he supposes, because if he were whoever the fuck brought them, why would they allow such? either way, he stretches his arm, lifting both their hands as if it would make the power work.)

Come on!! Dinos!!!! I wanna fight a velociraptor!!!

Oh my god you're so stupid.

[Scott jokes, laughing once more because Mikey is just so much. He's embarrassing, man!! But also, Scott isn't the one pulling his hand back either, deciding to just go along with his antics and keeping his arm raised with Mikey's. ...Maybe Scott is having just a little bit of fun too, being silly with him.]

You would fight a velociraptor. [Another chuckle, something in his chest warming and it's stupid how much his smile is stretching across his face.] And probably win through sheer determination.

Yeah, but I'm fun.

(because he can hear that laughter, and sincerely, it's everything. he's working so hard all around, rebuilding bridges he burned, trying so hard to be more open, more honest, to not commit the same mistakes.

it's nice to hear the laugh.

it makes mikey open his arms, and just drop to have his head land on scott's lap. he's so damn needy.)

With the super-strength bullshit or without it? Because it ain't a fair fight. Give me a gun, then you can place your bets, a'it? Or maybe give both of us a gun, kinda like those cowboy duels.

[He snorts in that same bright laugh as Mikey plops his head on his lap. This asshole... but something feels right as he looks down at his friend with some fond exasperation. He's really missed Mikey being like this, his bold declarations about doing the dumbest crap, which is why Scott doesn't even try to pull away from his friend, only entertaining this silly topic more.]

If you're going to have a gun, you need to wear a cowboy hat and everything. We'll even prep the velociraptor in one, so you two can draw like Clint Eastwood at sunset.

[Everyone's seen at least one of his movies, right??] Maybe I'll even bet on you if you don't suck.

(it'd be a lie to say he also hadn't missed this. the laughter, the comfort, not that looming awkwardness that followed them ever since... everything. it feels light, genuine, and he closes his eyes to bask in the familiarity.

he'll even put scott's hand on his black hair, because he wants pets, thank you.)

Yeeehaw, right? You gotta also find a tumbleweed to roll between us.

[Guess there's nothing else he can do but start combing his hand through those deceptively soft strands. Honestly, it's a little soothing for Scott as well. He doesn't know why, but that's fine. Who wants to have big thoughts about stuff like that when he feels content right now?

Definitely no homo--]

I'll get the tumbleweed, somehow. And the music, you need that or it doesn't count. All silent at first... with you and the velociraptor squaring off, a sudden bang, and then the music dramatically plays.

[...With Mikey winning. He'll say he's the hero this time, just this once though!!]

(this is so nice. with his eyes closed, he enjoys the way the fingers play with his hair, a soft smile on the corner of his lips as he hums the duel music from any cowboy movie.

his fingers also make the motions around his waist, as if he was preparing to--)

Bang!

(and death to the dinosaur, hopefully, in this scenario.)

Okay, but I actually was never great with guns. I can shoot, but those crazy shots? Nope. Nope, can't do at all.

[Mikey looks pretty peaceful like this, huh? That's nice, guess the asshole deserves it after everything. His timeline's all good, they're mending their own shit, and talking about dinosaurs and cowboys. It's a sort of normalcy that Scott welcomes, especially since things seem more crazy than ever.

Maybe it's a little nice that he can provide this sort of calming effect for someone else.

Although, Scott doesn't stop a snort from leaving him when Mikey says 'bang.' Good one, cowboy.]

Kind of surprising since you were a gang leader. [But Mikey has his punching and stuff. That's worked out for him.] Never used one myself.

[Guess he's sort of a gun anyway--]

Eh. I think there's honor and ethics in what we do, so I am strictly against it cuz that's not a clean fight, right? Not that it never happened, I can't control what other gangs bring into the warfield. When I was yakuza or a most wanted fugitive, yeah, I had a piece, but still, it's not hard to shoot, it's hard to be super good at it.

(the manji was always held high, morally, for as far as manjiro's head could maintain it so. some timelines, it went off the rails, because manjiro himself did - it wasn't his people's fault.

he's unbothered by the subject, though, moving so he can lie on his side, arms wrapping around scott's waist and hip for comfort.)

'S why I'm mad at that council for the super-strength thing, I ain't ever gonna be able to fistfight fair here, considering the fact I can hold my motorcycle on a pinky.

Eh, they're kind of overrated anyway.

[Heh, of course Mikey's all about honor and doing fair fights. It's a point that he's always respected about him (even though Scott may not fully agree with it). Although... he didn't know he felt that way towards his super strength. Scott has to fight back the instinct to be defensive about that, but his friend suddenly gaining that power through the council is way different than being a mutant.

He knows Mikey means no offense.]

Hey there's plenty of strong people here. [He pokes Mikey in the side with a small roll of his eyes, voice adopting some exasperation.] I'm sure you can find someone to spar against.

Yeah, I got this dude, Luffy. Pretty interesting. Made of rubber, and I can't understand shit of what he says, but he's fine in my book.

(very different, scott!!! he's not mad about time-travelling, for instance. fighting with his feet and fists have always been his bread and butter, but here, it feels less special than it were when he was at home.)

Oh, you know Luffy as well? He's fun.

[Probably not too surprising to hear the captain of a pirate group knows the leader of a Tokyo gang. A fight between the two of them would definitely be interesting, Scott would grab popcorn while watching that.

With a teasing hum and one hand still in Mikey's hair, Scott smirks down at him.]

I think he can wipe the floor with you.

Without the super strength? Yeah, he definitely can. 'Invincible' is only at home, you know.

(manjiro could easily sleep here. the hand in his hair are definitely the biggest calming agent, and he hides his face on scott's stomach to shield him from light.)

Even with the super strength.

[He's seen Luffy in action; he's... insanely strong, but he wouldn't fully put Mikey out of the running. Call it some biased fondness or whatever, just like how he's not really thinking this is a little homo--]

Dude, are you gonna fall asleep like this? [Scott doesn't really seem that annoyed about it. Look, he's kind of comfortable and content as well.]

Shut up.

(but the idea isn't terrible, he finds, but like this isn't very functional if either would like to move. hence why he sits up, sleepiness all over his expression before he pulls scott gently to lie down so he can do the same using his chest as a pillow.)

Yeah. Good night.

[On one hand, he's still comfortable, on the other hand, why is he being used as a pillow!! Wow!!]

I can't believe you're using me as a pillow.

[Yeah he's bitching now, but also, no movement to escape. That stress is gone, his friendship with Mikey feels normal and restored, at least on the path of it, so yeah, he's not in a hurry to get up.] I'm getting up in an hour, okay?

[He may or may not.]

That's on you.

(mikey's always been spoiled rotten, it should not be surprising, scott!! but he's at least very receptive to the fact scott hasn't moved, nuzzling a little against the chest before he nods, nearly dozing off.)

Sure.

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