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Gabriel wouldn't let him watch the tapes.

The nightmares continued, but they no longer held any power over him. They were everything he warned his husband about, everything he tried to keep deep inside, but they didn't matter so much anymore. He would wake enough to feel Arashi's presence, and they drifted away.  The memory of Arashi's hand sliding through the chains on his wrists was enough to banish them when they lingered, or when he found his thoughts wandering during the day. It was enough.

He felt better.

Gabriel wouldn't let him watch the tapes and no amount of arguing changed the former hunter's mind. "If you're in them, I'll put them aside," Gabriel said firmly. "You don't need to see the others, John, we've got this."

Gabriel hadn't said what was in those other tapes, but the increasingly haunted look in his eye told Harvestman enough.

"He won't let me watch them either," Charlie said, but when he looked at her she had already turned away, busying herself with the documents they had managed to grab. She didn't want to talk to him, or couldn't, and he didn't know what to do about it. He couldn't force her to have a relationship with him. He couldn't do anything. She was older now than he had been when he died.

He couldn't shake the dread that thought gave him, and tried not to think about it at all.

Harvestman has taken over the kitchen table with liqueurs and a few open books on cocktail mixes, and a notepad with some crossed out names.  His fingernails are sloppily painted purple, and he's tapping his phone and frowning. There are already several drinks made, lined up and waiting. Now all he needed was a test subject.

Date: 2016-10-15 08:35 pm (UTC)
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Arashi had no desire to see the tapes. As far as he's concerned, he's got enough reasons to want Brisbane dead and physically cannot hate him more without actually exploding into some kind of manifestation of pure rage, so he stays out of it and waits for the useful information that he knows will inevitably makes it way back to them. Based on what he briefly saw down in the dungeons of that old warehouse, he believes Gabriel has the right idea keeping as few eyes on those things as possible.

That left him the time and the energy to go back to doting on his husband without the pressure of trying to dive between him and the rest of the world, for the time being. Despite their recent breakthrough, he knows that's a habit he won't easily break, not unless Harvestman forces him. But Arashi has greater faith now. And when he catches his own blackness yawning in the back of his mind, he no longer feels like he's about to get sucked in.

It's always been about control, from the very beginning.

Given the weight of recent events, it pleases him to no end to see that Harvestman seems to be taking things in greater stride now than he used to, and appears to be having some success with taking his mind off of things when opportunity presents itself. This is likewise evidenced when Arashi returns home and finds that his kitchen table has been turned into a bar.

He stops next to Harvestman and waves at it. "Why this."

Date: 2016-11-06 09:35 pm (UTC)
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"Ugh," Arashi says, but he promptly sits down anyway, looking across the presented menu with curious interest. "None of these have embarrassing names yet, do they? If they do, I'm not drinking them. Nice nails by the way."

Date: 2016-11-07 02:07 am (UTC)
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Arashi fidgets in his seat to accommodate how his husband decides to touch him, careful not to accidentally shrug him off.

"That's an actual drink." He picks it up, peering into it like he expects there to actually be little bits of people floating in there, or something. But he doesn't drink it, because he's gotta turn that look onto Harvestman next.

"It was... fine, why?"

Date: 2016-11-07 02:35 am (UTC)
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"You can taste them now, you just want me to be miserable."

But he tastes the drink, and then makes a face. Rum is not so much his drink of choice, at least not in the quantity necessary to mix this thing.

I feel like I hate it, and I hate you. The warm glow inside his head will prove that this is not in fact the case. It's very domestic, but don't ask something you don't really want an answer to.

Date: 2016-11-07 02:52 am (UTC)
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When Arashi laughs, it usually isn't much more than a chuckle, but this time he practically tips backward out of his chair.

"Serves you right!" Oh god, he needs to lean on the table and exhale pure delight. "Finish the whole thing, Frankenstein, that's your monster on the table."

Date: 2016-11-07 03:23 am (UTC)
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He takes the drink and makes about three different faces at it before he tries it. This one goes down much smoother. "I don't hate that one, and... not since I was alive, I guess."

The American Nightmare, ha ha, is a little bit more delicate, but it tastes good and Arashi doesn't have a problem moving forward with this one. Although, he does pause so he can snort at his husband.

Oh, please. Your asshole clenches if I even mention the word 'demon'.
Edited Date: 2016-11-07 03:24 am (UTC)

Date: 2016-11-07 04:04 am (UTC)
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"Uh... yeah, hold on..." He's gotta think back extremely far, of course, but the real issue is sifting through the memories that work and the ones that don't. It's tough, certainly, and he taps his thumb against his forehead with the glass still in his hand, but he's committed.

I'm just saying it's a reaction. He throws that in there in a vague sort of way, distracted by the concentration.

But after a minute, "Oh! Okay, I've got a couple. I think. Wait." Now he's just gotta make sure he remembers all of them, and not just pieces that would make no sense as an entire game.

"Yeah, got 'em. So a couple are tayuu games -- those were geisha before geisha were a thing -- and then one's just a coin toss game, except with arrows." Arashi gestures slightly with his glass and grins. "Obviously, we can ignore all the ceremony of it, unless you feel like singing."

Date: 2016-11-07 04:33 am (UTC)
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"I would give up an entire paycheck to watch you play 'I have never' with Libby and Sally."

When Harvestman finishes his drink, Arashi follows suit, and gestures for whichever one his husband wants to give him next. He's still grinning, already excited for this. Twenty questions sounds like it could end up being really fun or a descent into misery, and he definitely prefers some lubrication before any stripping games happen.

As soon as he has a drink in his hand, he pushes himself up to fetch a very small bowl, rummaging for a bit before also settling on a sushi tray (that he hardly ever uses because their kitchen is basically just for show). "You want to get drunk? I'll get you drunk. This is one of the tayuu games, it's called Konpira Fune Fune. It's supposed to have music but I'll teach you without it first."

Date: 2016-11-07 05:15 am (UTC)
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Arashi eventually pauses what he's doing to look at Harvestman while he's speaking, not trying to interrupt or even preparing to argue. He was mostly teasing, but even the smallest trace of seriousness evaporates upon his husband's refusal and he just nods. Fair enough. And that's all that needs to be said on the matter.

He pauses by the table, examining it critically for a moment, and then he gestures with his elbow toward the living room.

"Come on, the table's too big. Let's go over here. Bring a couple of drinks so you don't have to get up."

Date: 2016-11-07 04:23 pm (UTC)
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Arashi sits down on the floor at the corner of the thin rug, puts his cup on the floor and gestures for Harvestman to sit across from him. He sets up the sushi tray between them and sets the cup in the middle, upside down.

"All right. This is... an embarrassment to tradition, obviously, but why would I give a fuck." He waves his hands a little over the makeshift table. "This is supposed to be a bowl on a box on a table, but I don't think we'll get in trouble.

"So it's basically clap-tap." He demonstrates, clapping his hands once and tapping the bowl with the fingertips on one hand. "You keep doing that, clap-tap, and you need to touch the bowl with your fingers flat, like this. But if someone takes the bowl--" instead of tapping, he picks the bowl up and brings it back to himself on the clap-beat-- "then the other person has to touch the table with their fist." This he also demonstrates, tapping the bottom of his fist to the sushi tray. "If you touch the bowl or the table wrong, you have to drink."

He does so, and then stops to check Harvestman for comprehension with a smirk. "It's a rhythm game and it's easy to fuck up, especially if you're drunk. Want to give it a try?"

Date: 2016-11-08 10:22 pm (UTC)
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Arashi laughs again and grabs Harvestman by the hands.

"C'mere, c'mere. You're gonna fuck it up no matter what I pick, just watch me. Do it slow."

He goes very slow. "Clap--" he taps the bowl as he waits for Harvestman to obey-- "tap," and claps his hands just as slowly while Harvestman puts his fingers down on the bowl. He does three beats, and then takes the bowl. "Fist down. You can pick up the bowl as many times as you want."

Now is obviously not the time for teasing Harvestman with tricky box moves, though, so Arashi keeps going slowly, no penalty yet for screw-ups, until it looks like Harvestman is getting the hang of it. Then he starts to pick up the pace little by little, only needing to reach a smooth rhythm. It's a bit tougher without the music, but honestly his husband might just find that distracting.

Date: 2016-11-16 11:41 pm (UTC)
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"Hahaha, you're a mess."

It doesn't take much alcohol at all for Arashi to find this hilarious.

"You wanted to play a drinking game! Don't worry, don't worry." He picks up his drink again and finishes it off as quickly as he can manage, and hiccups. "There, I caught up. Do you want to keep going?"

Date: 2016-11-17 02:18 am (UTC)
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"My lungs do work, y'know." But he puts up no further complaint than that before carefully rolling to his feet and fetching another few drinks from the kitchen. He comes back with as many as he can pinch between the fingers of both hands.

"Okay." He reclaims his seat across from his husband. "Tell me what we're drinking, then tell me what we're playing."

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