[One of these days, he's going to try blessing water in one of those dreams, just to see if he can throw some in that demon's face again.]
[For now, however, just like the time before, he wakes up and rolls right back onto his face to escape the sun and chase after the conversations he remembers having. They're still crystal clear, thankfully, and he goes over them a few times in his head before deciding on something. Instead of immediately going about his usual routine, he goes to his shelf and takes out one of the empty sketchbooks. There, in detail, he writes down everything about the dream.]
[Especially the part about demons and humans.]
[After that, well... What more can he do? The schedule of his life awaits. This time, however, he.... tries. To change. He goes through the clothes in his closet and picks out those that don't fit or have holes in them to be donated later, finds new ones. He upgrades his old laptop that seems relieved to be put out of its misery. He goes for walks instead of hiding in his apartment.]
[It's not helping. There's still something he's not understanding. He does his best to remind himself that these things take time, and adds it into his prayers.]
[He'll be fine. He tries to tell himself this, and does his best not to think of the demon anymore. There's no reason for him to call out to that creature again. The first time, after all, was in exchange for his mentor. The second to learn the answer to a question.]
[...The apartment is always so empty when he returns to it.]
[It's been over a week since that last dream, nearing two in fact, when Chikusa finally pauses to stare at book he'd first written Mukuro's name in. The original page, he had made sure to cleanse and burn and be rid of it. Just in case. But...]
[Curiosity- and nothing else he tells himself, willing it to be true- has him try it again. A single written name in a blank page. Mukuro.]
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[For now, however, just like the time before, he wakes up and rolls right back onto his face to escape the sun and chase after the conversations he remembers having. They're still crystal clear, thankfully, and he goes over them a few times in his head before deciding on something. Instead of immediately going about his usual routine, he goes to his shelf and takes out one of the empty sketchbooks. There, in detail, he writes down everything about the dream.]
[Especially the part about demons and humans.]
[After that, well... What more can he do? The schedule of his life awaits. This time, however, he.... tries. To change. He goes through the clothes in his closet and picks out those that don't fit or have holes in them to be donated later, finds new ones. He upgrades his old laptop that seems relieved to be put out of its misery. He goes for walks instead of hiding in his apartment.]
[It's not helping. There's still something he's not understanding. He does his best to remind himself that these things take time, and adds it into his prayers.]
[He'll be fine. He tries to tell himself this, and does his best not to think of the demon anymore. There's no reason for him to call out to that creature again. The first time, after all, was in exchange for his mentor. The second to learn the answer to a question.]
[...The apartment is always so empty when he returns to it.]
[It's been over a week since that last dream, nearing two in fact, when Chikusa finally pauses to stare at book he'd first written Mukuro's name in. The original page, he had made sure to cleanse and burn and be rid of it. Just in case. But...]
[Curiosity- and nothing else he tells himself, willing it to be true- has him try it again. A single written name in a blank page. Mukuro.]