( The hot chocolate tastes like — well, hot chocolate, but the nostalgic element is in the warmth of the cinnamon underneath that might not be there for anyone else.
He sips deeply from his cup, feeling a little silly over the private sort of joy that spreads from his middle and outwards; he doesn't mind so much getting in the canoe with another.
Toji pointedly doesn't speak until he's drained his cup; by then, the branches have begun to slip against his skin even though he shies away. )
Nothing in this place knows what a fucking boundary is—
( Fuck. He reaches for his katana, but stops and looks at the other person. It's as though their presence gives him a curious pause ... )
Are these only hitting me?
002 ⦁ hello, plumpkin.
( Cue Toji aiming a gun at what appears to be thin air and firing. He's gotten some of the skull sunflower sap on him and the girl in front of him, well, she's not too happy to see him.
Neither is the little boy that he hallucinates. At that one, he drops his arm holding the gun. This is all incredibly real to him, but to an outsider, he looks a man haunted. )
... You look familiar. ... Kinda.
003 ⦁ good wreath.
( The goldenrod yellow of the leaves in Toji's wreath match his sweater, kind of. He's not in the business of caring about things like that, like fashion or the wreath he just painstakingly crafted, but ... What else is he supposed to do here? Maybe he can sell the damn thing.
He turns it this way and that, looking to his right to the person beside him. )
Fuck. Put those down, those are poison.
( Referring, of course, to the skull sunflower in their wreath. )
toji fushiguro | jujutsu kaisen | new player.
001 ⦁ falling over you.
002 ⦁ hello, plumpkin.
003 ⦁ good wreath.