Likely on his way to exitvoid . . .

[oyakodon]

As unpleasant as this place sounds, you know I have no objections; on the contrary, I'm certain Bon needs me there more than ever at this point.

Besides, what other chance will I have to watch humanity up close? From what I've heard, I doubt I'll be the most unusual creature on this strange little island, so I'll be able to learn a great deal that I would never be capable of back home. There are quite a few benefits, aren't there?

And really, Bon's hair must be an absolute mess by now.

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[fatbirds]

[fatbirds]

Don't overestimate yourself, Utsubushi. [WOW HEY WAY TO PRESS THE TSUN BUTTON RIGHT FROM THE GET-GO.]

[oyakodon]

Oh, my.

It really is a mess.

[ Don't mind him patting himself down for his set of brushes and combs... ]

[fatbirds]

I survived just fine before you, and I'm fine without you too!

[oyakodon]

Of course, Bon.

[ Placating? He would never. Instead he has his comb at the ready, gently urging his creator over with one hand. ]

Come, let me clean you up.

[fatbirds]

I don't need to be cleaned up. [HE HUFFS but turns around nonetheless and PLONKS onto the floor, tossing his hair over his shoulder. When did Utsubushi become such a nervous preener....?]

[oyakodon]

Mmm-hmm.

[ Kneeling down, he takes up Bonten's hair in one hand, gingerly working the comb through with the other; he's quite good at what he does, making sure it doesn't snag at all. ]

I have heard you no longer have your abilities as Heaven's Seat... Have you kept safe in this place? It sounds very dangerous...

[ He doesn't bother trying to disguise the concern in his voice. No one likes to see their father in danger, after all. ]

[fatbirds]

Where did you hear that? [Were you talking to Ginshu without him? Oh that is not okay.] It's true, though. And I have, clearly.

[It's soothing to fall into a normal routine, and Bonten's ire is only skin deep.]

Apologies for characterisation. . .!!!

[gemking]

Your costume—


. . . .


It's quite impressive. 80 points.

[oyakodon]

I've simply heard.

[ He takes his time; Bonten's hair really isn't that bad, but Utsubushi makes it seem as if it does, carefully separating it into long strips to brush each individually. It's all done more for the comfort of the display rather than the actual need. ]

Have you made friends there? I know that's not always easy for you.

[ A pause. ]

You can be rather unpersonable at times.

[ Another pause. ]

Most of the time.

[oyakodon]

[ ...wut ]

Costume?

[gemking]

Your attire.

[oyakodon]

[ He looks down at his clothing. ]

This is not a costume... I wear these clothes every day.

[gemking]

Your dedication is rather impressive then.

[fatbirds]

I'm sorry, did you want to be castrated today? [Bonten glowers over his shoulder before turning back around and FLOPPING back on Utsubushi's pillowy lap. Try and comb his hair now, bedding!]

[oyakodon]

[ Really, dad? Utsubushi lets out a sigh of vague exasperation, though there's not much gusto behind it; he's used to this sort of behavior, after all. It's just part of Bon being Bon. He still manages to scoop his creator's hair up to comb it out, albeit at an awkward angle. ]

It certainly isn't my fault you're so abrasive...

[ He leans over them, tilting his head down at Bonten. ]

I have heard that Ginshu is there, as well.

[fatbirds]

[Bonten just huffs. It's not his fault that there are so many stupid people wandering around.]

The Princess arrived some time after I did. Tsuyukusa was there for a while too. [And also snakepapa, but we're not going to talk about that.]

[oyakodon]

I see.

[ It's good Tsuyukusa is gone, in his opinion; the boy is soft-hearted and would likely suffer far more hardship, faced with such atrocities every day. But the Ginshu matter... ]

And matters between you and the priestess... how have they been?

[ There's no mistaking the tone that always leads up to yet another lecture on how Bonten can avoid ruining his own life on a regular basis. ]

[fatbirds]

Nonexistent. [His tone is flat enough that Utsubushi might believe him. And anyway, it's none of your business??] So well enough.

[hiwa]

What are you supposed to be? Some kind of fat butler?

[oyakodon]

Hmm.

[ He knows you too well, Bon. Sliding the hair over one shoulder, he takes up a lock and begins to braid it -- partially for his own anxiety. That's a wild card that leaves him in constant worry for his creator. ]

Just be careful. You can be very good at getting in over your head.

[oyakodon]

...Do most not wear clothes every day? I thought that was human custom...

[oyakodon]

[ Whoa wait a minute is that- ]

...Bon?

[hiwa]

Who?

[oyakodon]

[ He actually needs to crouch down to get a good look at you, Hiwa. You are awfully bitty compared to him. ]

You... You look remarkably similar to the person one who created me. Bonten.