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[ Good news: Maruki is a good guy. Of course he's going to start helping to collect the coins that begin to fall all over the place.
Bad news: He's even less graceful, any proprioception he should have over her due to his age offset by his inherent gangly clumsiness that he's never managed to overcome. He trips over his own feet trying to grab for one of the coins rolling away under a nearby display stand and clatters into it, bags of shrimp chips raining down on his head as he hits the ground. ]
She almost repeats the same mistake only seconds later, but manages to have enough foresight to set her purse down on the floor so it's still open but she doesn't run the risk of spilling any more things to pick up. There's so many now!
Inspecting one of the coins she picks up for just a second, though, she seems to pause. Then quietly, as if she's whispering to the coin in her hand, ]
[ Oh, this is a fine mess they've made. Maruki's still scrabbling about for the coins that have gone all helter skelter when he hears Shion whispering, to–
To what? There's no one around, the one worker behind the counter a clearly unimpressed teenager who has no interest in the havoc they're wreaking. ]
Shion-chan? What happened? You didn't skin your knee, did you?
[ Her first instinct is to hide the hand against her chest, insistently shaking her head. No no, nothing happened, everything is fine.
But not shortly after Maruki asks that, something feels. Strange.
There's a sudden, sharp pressure in the palm of his own hand, like a weak bug's bite yet somehow reversed, as if that bug was trying to make its way out rather than in. It pushes, and pushes, until the skin painlessly breaks and--
[ Indeed it does! It even crinkles in a smile up at Maruki as its iris bobs up and down, maybe trying to say 'yes! it's me!'
Shion meanwhile is confused at the sudden shock, looking back and forth between the palm of her hand and Maruki all of the sudden staring at his own? What an odd series of events, unless...
She cups her mouth with her other hand, so secretive, ] Doctor Maruki, do you...do you know my papa?
[ Head empty. No thoughts. Just staring at one of Akira's eyes, utterly flabbergasted, until Shion whispers to him.
It takes a few more seconds for him to look away, as if staring at it any longer will either make it go away or make this make any sort of sense by causing the man himself to appear, but then– ]
Ah, I...
[ Oh, wait. They're whispering! He cups his non-eyeballed hand over his mouth as well, lowers his voice. ]
I guess it turns out that I do. Your father is Takahashi Akira, isn't he? The–
[ WHAT IF SHE SOMEHOW DOESN'T KNOW HE'S A YOUKAI DOCTOR. ]
The...
[ ........ BUT WAIT, WHAT IF SHE'S A YOUKAI TOO? ]
She fervently nods, scooting a little closer to Maruki on the floor so they don't have to strain too hard for their top secret whisper session. And just as carefully, she'll hold her hand at an angle just for the two of them, revealing the very same red eye in the middle of her tiny palm. ]
Papa can't do this unless you know him. Right?
[ Not exactly, but close enough for it to once again 'nod'. Shion's smile brightens, warms at that--proper youkai society and its rules are still somewhat new to her, but one thing that was hammered in very quickly is how they need to keep themselves secret from humans. Finding someone her papa trusts enough to say hello with his eyes to...yup. This is somebody very, very safe. ]
[ Well, Maruki didn't know that Akira could do this at all, but sure! That makes sense! Well, why not. The eyes aren't localized to his body and its surroundings, they can appear on anything he has familiarity with. YEAH OKAY ALRIGHT SURE.
He draws a deep, calming breath, then nods firmly. ]
That's right. Your papa is a good man, Shion-chan.
[ He does at least firmly believe that. He wouldn't waste time on Akira if that wasn't at least close to the truth in his eyes.
He moves to pick up a fallen box of donuts with his non-eyeball'd hand and smiles at her. ]
Shall we buy this and then I can make sure you get back to him safely?
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[ Good news: Maruki is a good guy. Of course he's going to start helping to collect the coins that begin to fall all over the place.
Bad news: He's even less graceful, any proprioception he should have over her due to his age offset by his inherent gangly clumsiness that he's never managed to overcome. He trips over his own feet trying to grab for one of the coins rolling away under a nearby display stand and clatters into it, bags of shrimp chips raining down on his head as he hits the ground. ]
Oh no...!!
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She almost repeats the same mistake only seconds later, but manages to have enough foresight to set her purse down on the floor so it's still open but she doesn't run the risk of spilling any more things to pick up. There's so many now!
Inspecting one of the coins she picks up for just a second, though, she seems to pause. Then quietly, as if she's whispering to the coin in her hand, ]
It's okay. It's okay. I promise.
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To what? There's no one around, the one worker behind the counter a clearly unimpressed teenager who has no interest in the havoc they're wreaking. ]
Shion-chan? What happened? You didn't skin your knee, did you?
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But not shortly after Maruki asks that, something feels. Strange.
There's a sudden, sharp pressure in the palm of his own hand, like a weak bug's bite yet somehow reversed, as if that bug was trying to make its way out rather than in. It pushes, and pushes, until the skin painlessly breaks and--
Will he look? ]
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[ Oh, he's looking alright! Looking and then YELPING, loud enough to draw that bored teenage cashier's attention.
An all too familiar red eye stares back at him, and all Maruki can do it gape down at it. ]
Takahashi-san?
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Shion meanwhile is confused at the sudden shock, looking back and forth between the palm of her hand and Maruki all of the sudden staring at his own? What an odd series of events, unless...
She cups her mouth with her other hand, so secretive, ] Doctor Maruki, do you...do you know my papa?
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It takes a few more seconds for him to look away, as if staring at it any longer will either make it go away or make this make any sort of sense by causing the man himself to appear, but then– ]
Ah, I...
[ Oh, wait. They're whispering! He cups his non-eyeballed hand over his mouth as well, lowers his voice. ]
I guess it turns out that I do. Your father is Takahashi Akira, isn't he? The–
[ WHAT IF SHE SOMEHOW DOESN'T KNOW HE'S A YOUKAI DOCTOR. ]
The...
[ ........ BUT WAIT, WHAT IF SHE'S A YOUKAI TOO? ]
The... doctor.
[ Nailed it! ]
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She fervently nods, scooting a little closer to Maruki on the floor so they don't have to strain too hard for their top secret whisper session. And just as carefully, she'll hold her hand at an angle just for the two of them, revealing the very same red eye in the middle of her tiny palm. ]
Papa can't do this unless you know him. Right?
[ Not exactly, but close enough for it to once again 'nod'. Shion's smile brightens, warms at that--proper youkai society and its rules are still somewhat new to her, but one thing that was hammered in very quickly is how they need to keep themselves secret from humans. Finding someone her papa trusts enough to say hello with his eyes to...yup. This is somebody very, very safe. ]
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He draws a deep, calming breath, then nods firmly. ]
That's right. Your papa is a good man, Shion-chan.
[ He does at least firmly believe that. He wouldn't waste time on Akira if that wasn't at least close to the truth in his eyes.
He moves to pick up a fallen box of donuts with his non-eyeball'd hand and smiles at her. ]
Shall we buy this and then I can make sure you get back to him safely?