( that power had been as corrosive as acid to a creature like makoto, his soul already irrevocably warped as it was from his transformation into a demon (both literally and figuratively), but there now also was the factor of the abyssal quality that had been sunk into its depths as well. simply seeing that strange energy makes him bristle and puts him on the defensive. because dextera is dextera, he allows him to explain, pale eyes following his finger to read the word traced there.
well... yes, he supposes based on the information that dextera had shown him, he didn't have any idea when that had all taken place. if he could use that ability of his to keep the organs from spoiling, he supposes... that's fine. he has earned enough trust to take such an answer at face value. )
...Alright. If you say so.
( his raised hackles slowly lower, and he approaches, pausing a few paces away. there's an animated aura about him, both agitated and excited, nervous and raw. he's developed a sort of codified procedure with J about this sort of thing — it's been a few years, after all, but typically any flesh the demon gave up to makoto was a reward for something he'd done for him or some challenge he had successfully perceived and managed to overcome. but what they had was something altogether different... it manages to peel past all the layers of self-assuredness that makoto had enshrouded himself in when creating this demonic persona of his, piercing down to a more apprehensive, uncertain core that has existed since he was still human.
what... does he even do or say in a scenario like this? he's eager — perhaps too much, so much that he feels like it might rattle its way out of his rib cage — but he forces himself to stand with dextera, somewhat tense, searching for whatever the fuck someone would say at such a time... )
Why... ( he couldn't help be curious, but he can't seem to find the right way to phrase the question, ) Did you just want...?
( it's not as though they've discussed it, let alone at length or in detail. he's felt at the general nature of their kinship, but he doesn't know... what it is to dextera, what it means to him? what kind of world does he come from, and what relationship if any did it have to it? he doesn't need all the answers, especially if dextera is unwilling to give them, but he can't stop from being morbidly curious. )
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well... yes, he supposes based on the information that dextera had shown him, he didn't have any idea when that had all taken place. if he could use that ability of his to keep the organs from spoiling, he supposes... that's fine. he has earned enough trust to take such an answer at face value. )
...Alright. If you say so.
( his raised hackles slowly lower, and he approaches, pausing a few paces away. there's an animated aura about him, both agitated and excited, nervous and raw. he's developed a sort of codified procedure with J about this sort of thing — it's been a few years, after all, but typically any flesh the demon gave up to makoto was a reward for something he'd done for him or some challenge he had successfully perceived and managed to overcome. but what they had was something altogether different... it manages to peel past all the layers of self-assuredness that makoto had enshrouded himself in when creating this demonic persona of his, piercing down to a more apprehensive, uncertain core that has existed since he was still human.
what... does he even do or say in a scenario like this? he's eager — perhaps too much, so much that he feels like it might rattle its way out of his rib cage — but he forces himself to stand with dextera, somewhat tense, searching for whatever the fuck someone would say at such a time... )
Why... ( he couldn't help be curious, but he can't seem to find the right way to phrase the question, ) Did you just want...?
( it's not as though they've discussed it, let alone at length or in detail. he's felt at the general nature of their kinship, but he doesn't know... what it is to dextera, what it means to him? what kind of world does he come from, and what relationship if any did it have to it? he doesn't need all the answers, especially if dextera is unwilling to give them, but he can't stop from being morbidly curious. )