now boys, don't start your ramblin' round

[suckguru]

[ Fuck. Fuck.

This is the worst situation he’s ever been in, hands-down. Worse than that time they faced a cursed spirit who multiplied every time they attacked it. Worse than Amanai, even. Just... the worst.

Do something, the villagers say. They’re drawing evil spirits to our village, they say. You have to save us. So Geto taps his thumb against his forehead, thinks about when he’d been little. How scared his parents were, how badly it might have gone for him if they’d been just a little more scared, a little more superstitious. He looks at the girls, so tiny, so afraid. So unaware of how they can help because all they’ve been told is how they’re harming. And he turns to the village elder and smiles a hollow smile and says of course. And then he schools his face into regret, and says you shouldn’t have to see this. And he leads the girls out into the woods surrounding the village, too worried about the repercussions to take them to his parents, too cautious even to reassure them as he leads them to what they must believe is their death. And when they’re far enough away that he's sure he won’t be overheard he drapes his jacket over them for warmth (they’re little, so little that it fits easily over the both of them) and he calls the only person he can think of. The only one he knows will listen to him, no matter how rattled he sounds or how insane it must seem. Someone who’ll go along with him instead of trying to spin some story about scholarships or special training for the sake of appearances and chance the village thinking they don’t understand the risk. No matter how distant Geto's been lately, no matter how broken he must seem. ]

Satoru? I need your help.

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[goatjo]

[ it takes him until the third ring to answer.

it's the first ring that jars him out of sleep, and his response to the second ring is just a prolonged whine and an effort to shove his face further into his pillow. already, the headache is starting to creep in around the edges of his awareness, but his body is quick to respond with a wave of RCT to cancel out whatever damage his habitual lack of any real rest might be doing.

he already knows who's calling, duh. if shoko wants to talk to him, she's always had a way of making sure their paths cross in person, and suguru --

never calls. not anymore.

which means it's another mission, another curse in need of exorcising. it's why gojo doesn't even bother trying to scrub the grit out of his eyes to read the caller ID, just fumbles blindly for his phone and presses it to his ear, and -- ]

Sug'ru? [ sitting straight up in bed, rubbing at one of his eyes with the heel of his hand. his voice is still thick with sleep, but it's probably telling that there's no reassurance; no of course, what do you need? or what is it? what's going on?

when it comes to suguru, it goes without saying, that's all. it always has. ]

Where are you?