IC voicemail for Masaki Kurosaki

[shockshot]

Hi there! I'm Masaki Kurosaki. I'm a little busy at the moment-I might be sleeping or something! But leave a message, and I'll get back to you! 

Comments

[notvaljean]

[Jean will certainly take that hug, and maaaaybe cling to Masaki a little, hiding his face in her shoulder.]

I... I hope so. I hope he wants me again.

[Because Marco not wanting him is one of Jean's greatest fears, the one that led him down the self-destructive path than Masaki just erased the last vestiges of.]

[shockshot]

I'm sure he does.

[She doesn't want him to go down that path again. Not if it could be helped. She turns her head to kiss his head, sighing.

She can't even call him dumb. Many people fear rejection.]

He cares for you Jean. I know it.

[notvaljean]

I know he does.

[Marco caring for him has never been the question.]

I just don't know how much.

[There's a big difference between friendship and the complicated, aching, cloying feeling he gets in his chest when he thinks about Marco now.]

[shockshot]

Oh Jean.

[She's just going to hug him a little bit tighter.]

This place is so hard on you.

[notvaljean]

[He shakes his head against her shoulder.]

It's still better than home.

[shockshot]

[That's it. Hair stroking? She's gonna do that now.]

Maybe it is. But...still.

[notvaljean]

[He looks up at her with one eye.]

I'd still rather be here than at home. Even if it hurts. Even if he doesn't care anymore. Because he's alive here.

[Hiding his face again.]

I'd rather have him be alive and love someone else than dead back home.

[shockshot]

I get it. Really, I do.

[She laughs a little. If he only knew.]

I just wish it was easier for the both of you.

[notvaljean]

Well...

[Jean swallows and sits back, gently pulling out of her embrace. He looks down his front; the bruises are gone, and there's only faint, pinkish circles on his flesh where the burns had been. He runs a hand over himself, wonderingly, before looking up at her with a faint grin.]

At least if he wants to see me shirtless now, I won't be in for a lecture?

[shockshot]

He won't.

[She pulls back, and props her hands on her hips, staring down at him.]

You're lucky that I don't sit on your face and smother you for being dumb. Seriously Jean.

[notvaljean]

[He winces. He deserves this lecture from her, he knows.]

It seemed like a good idea at the time?

[shockshot]

Oh, sure, like it's a good idea to set your face on fire.

[She huffs at him.]

Look, I understand that you were in pain. Really, I get it. But....

[She heaves a sigh, and turns away.]

Please don't do that again. I'm sure the people from your world-your other friends, whatever-have been worried as hell about you. Maybe even more than me.

[notvaljean]

Armin complained a lot.

[And tended to Jean's wounds, and made him shower, and then held him when he cried. Really, he doesn't deserve a friend like Armin any more than he deserves a friend like Marco.]

I won't, though. I promise.

[shockshot]

It sounds like he was with you a lot.

[She tsked him, before leaning down to kiss him on the forehead.]

Thanks Jean.

[notvaljean]

When I was at home, he was.

[He leans up to kiss her chin after she gets his forehead.]

No, thank you. It would've been another week or more before those burns healed.

[shockshot]

Mm. Sounds like he deserves some thanks and an apology.

[She'll just...yeah she'll lightly kiss his lips now.]

Least I could do. I'm glad you're doing better now.