Dad, be a lion, I need to- What the actual fuck happened?
[The not unfamiliar demand breaks into a distressed hiss of a question. The young man standing in the doorway? Less familiar, though not unrecognizable. Just more mature in appearance and a little taller.
And upset. Very upset, though he's holding on by the skin of his teeth.]
[Look. Shido knows this face. It's the irritated bitch face Kosuke always gets when people try to bullshit him. It's just slightly less likely to result in endeared headpats on the older features.]
You're so full of shit! Motherfucking-
[Hands glowing gold lift to Shido's face, one of them gently laying over the injured eye. Kosuke's power, probably unsurprisingly, is warm like sunlight on skin. Some of the pain slowly melts away under that warmth.]
I met an unfairly hot archangel and he fixed some things. Damn it... I'm still getting used to this and it already started healing naturally... I can't fix it all the way.
[Shido might not be pinging untruthful with that one but they definitely have a Difference of Opinion on the matter. Kosuke's eyes narrow and for a moment, that power goes from warm to hot, the tingling feeling of incipient sunburn, but more of the pain goes with it when it fades.
Kosuke looks a little tired when the light flickers out, a little bit of sweat beading on his forehead.
This does not stop him from turning quite red at the last question.]
Uh. Michael. He showed up at the site like... maybe a week ago? He wants to help us.
[His jawline sets a little when the temperature increases, but he doesn't budge. His eye feels kind of... strangely tingly? It flutters under the boy's hand, but doesn't open for the time being.
There's a sigh, and he's gently but firmly pulling the hands away.]
Alright, enough of that. [A huff, and then a fond, lopsided smile as his hand comes up to ruffle his hair.]
Saint Michael, is it? [A thoughtful look as the hand recedes.] What brought him to us?
[Ah... there's an understanding and sadness both in his eye. After only taken a single sip, he sets the cup down wordlessly and allows himself to be transformed into a lion.
Instantly, he presses to his son's side, massive head gliding underneath the teen's hand.]
[Ko is not quite distraught enough to forget to let go of a jumping lion, thankfully. He crawls onto the bed after Shido and flops against him, burying his face in the lion's fur.]
[He curls around the teenager. A little older and more mature in appearance, perhaps, and much more powerful than before— but still nevertheless his son. So there's absolutely no hesitance in offering comfort like this. Nor does he say anything; he'll leave that up to Kosuke, if he wants. Otherwise, he's fine with the two of them resting in silence.]
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[The not unfamiliar demand breaks into a distressed hiss of a question. The young man standing in the doorway? Less familiar, though not unrecognizable. Just more mature in appearance and a little taller.
And upset. Very upset, though he's holding on by the skin of his teeth.]
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...I could ask you the same thing.
[The coffee is temporarily abandoned in favor of Son, whom he comes over to, placing his hands on his shoulders.]
Nevermind this, it looks far worse than it is. [He assures him of that as he takes in all the changes.] What about you?
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You're so full of shit! Motherfucking-
[Hands glowing gold lift to Shido's face, one of them gently laying over the injured eye. Kosuke's power, probably unsurprisingly, is warm like sunlight on skin. Some of the pain slowly melts away under that warmth.]
I met an unfairly hot archangel and he fixed some things. Damn it... I'm still getting used to this and it already started healing naturally... I can't fix it all the way.
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Shido holds still while he's healed. After a moment, his own hand comes up and covers Kosuke's.]
It's alright, Kosuke.
[He genuinely means that, despite the injury obviously being what it is.]
Now what's this abut an... [His eyebrows raise behind the hands.] "unfairly hot archangel"?
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[Shido might not be pinging untruthful with that one but they definitely have a Difference of Opinion on the matter. Kosuke's eyes narrow and for a moment, that power goes from warm to hot, the tingling feeling of incipient sunburn, but more of the pain goes with it when it fades.
Kosuke looks a little tired when the light flickers out, a little bit of sweat beading on his forehead.
This does not stop him from turning quite red at the last question.]
Uh. Michael. He showed up at the site like... maybe a week ago? He wants to help us.
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[His jawline sets a little when the temperature increases, but he doesn't budge. His eye feels kind of... strangely tingly? It flutters under the boy's hand, but doesn't open for the time being.
There's a sigh, and he's gently but firmly pulling the hands away.]
Alright, enough of that. [A huff, and then a fond, lopsided smile as his hand comes up to ruffle his hair.]
Saint Michael, is it? [A thoughtful look as the hand recedes.] What brought him to us?
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He said he was looking for Nick and that guy that hacked us, Eli. He called them friends.
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He guides him back over to the coffee, of which he pours them both a cup. It's... surprisingly good pour over.]
I see.
And what else?
[Kosuke demanded lion form and it hadn't seemed like it was because he was feeling unusually affectionate.]
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Maybe he already used up all his tears.]
Foundation cloned people from Nico's world. There's... an Artemis.
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Instantly, he presses to his son's side, massive head gliding underneath the teen's hand.]
Come.
[He moves to lead them to his room.]
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And then he's lying down on the sheets, looking to him once more.]
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Things are changing so fast.
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[Quiet agreement, his voice distant. His head turns, nuzzling into Ko's side.]
But some things will never change. Like the fact you're our son.