Joonghyuk

[bloodread]

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[malewife]

I wonder if there was a way to recover them, even though they're lost.

[ Hmmm. ]

It's all right. We'll have more letters to decipher soon. It seems like the dead especially are working hard.

[bloodread]

We talked with the other Celestials about that and they'll let us know if there's an opening.

[ Rubbing his neck with a hand. ]

...they're chatty. Or chatty in their own way. But I'll take all the letters they send me, even the stupid ones.

[malewife]

They should sign their letters.

[ Says Joonghyuk who doesn't?? ]

Where did you get those wounds?

[bloodread]

I can tell them apart.

[ Makes excuses for ghosties... Akira blinks. ]

Fights. Back home so they're really just annoying here.

[malewife]

Do you remember from whom?

[ Battle scars story time? ]

[bloodread]

Normally my answer would be no, but these I remember.

[ A half smile. ]

These are from when I dethroned the old champion of the UG, the underground. It's a below deck fighting ring in Tokyo and not a bad way to make cash if you're good enough.

[malewife]

Where were you ranked?

[ Joonghyuk really is here like DID YOU WIN? ]

[bloodread]

First, of course. Undefeated until I retired, but someone would've knocked me off with all the time I've been gone even if I decided to stay in.

[ akira bringing home the 1st place trophy to dad. ]

[malewife]

The point is, you were first during your time there.

[ STOP LB I HATE THIS ]

I wish I could say my battle scars are anything as triumphant.

[bloodread]

Huh? You're still here so how aren't they?

[ Nope also #believing in Dad. ]

[malewife]

Most likely some of my injuries from death will show.

[ So... ]

[bloodread]

[ He shrugs. ]

Death to you is like taking a hit, right?

[malewife]

[ Quieter: ]

... Death is death.

[bloodread]

[ ... ]

Sorry.

[malewife]

... It's fine. You're right that I'm used to it.

[ But does anyone truly get over death? That emptiness when you die—for him, it would last an indescribable moment before he wakes up. ]

Defying death made time meaningless to me. [ — ] Until recently.

[bloodread]

Cause of everyone else here? Or cause the rules are different?

[malewife]

Someone told me that I shouldn't regress anymore... And that same someone gave me a pocket watch to show me that time is moving forward. That I'm moving forward.

[ So it's more a sentimental thing back at home. ]

[bloodread]

...huh. I've never died until—here but I've been sent to the past before cause of this weird elevator. The cop I was with at the time died three times there, but when we came back to the present she was always alive and clueless.

[malewife]

[ He snorts because that is so ridiculous. ]

You have a strange life, Kijima Akira. [ He thinks it's a little amusing, though he wishes Akira didn't need to go through such weird shit. ] Death isn't something one can easily shake off.

[ those that do are a bit crazy ]

[bloodread]

Tell me about it. It was pretty normal until a few months ago. [ He just shrugs a bit, this is just how he is? Either unflappable or yelling at the top of his lungs, there is no in between. ]

I kinda wanna go back to school after all of this but I'm not even sure I can anymore.

[malewife]

What makes you think you can't?

[bloodread]

It'll be weird to not have to worry about a spirit breathing down my neck or people dying every Friday.

[ What is Normal like. ]

[malewife]

It takes adjusting, but I think you will be fine, Kijima Akira.

Go back to school.

[bloodread]

[ A grumble but. ]

I wouldn't wanna work a normal job anyway, so yeah I guess.

[malewife]

You're thinking of a career?

[ DON'T SAY YAKUZA DON'T SAY YAKUZA? ]