more precisely, Megumi trips on top of somebody. long limbs and lanky angles, growing pains and all. monochromatic and messy.
obviously, he balks. instinct beats out courtesy, and he's rolling to the side before anyone can voice the very reasonable what the fuck that should come along for the ride; instead of 'hello'-s or 'i'm sorry'-s, the first word that comes out of this dweeb's mouth is a very level, very low: ]
『 Kon 』.
[ along with that one very cryptic syllable is a smooth motion with his hands, fingers lacing into a shadow puppet of a dog with the snap-snap of jaws opening and closing. it's a nerdshit move to do, probably, but the only saving grace is that an actual wolf-creature does come flying out of that dog-shaped silhouette against the wall, mouth open in a howl.
kinda extra, yeah. he breathes in and out, venting shock from between his teeth. a moment to regroup, and he almost looks like he regrets the overreaction. the dog follows suit in its transition from aggression to calm— finally elects to sit and look to make eye contact with its master.
you really fucked this one up, it seems to say. Megumi clears his throat. ] ...Bad assessment. [ phew. ] Sorry.
[ to whoever he just. probably scared off with this mess. amazing. ]
B - BRAVING THE TRAIL.
[ no wasting time: if you happen to have found yourself paralyzed by one of those faceless guests, you'll suddenly find yourself with a hand over your eyes, with a none-too-gentle slap of palm to face.
calmly, with a measure of urgency: ] Close your eyes. [ a tug backwards, voice to ear. ] Don't look at it.
[ there's probably, uh. a gentler way to do this, but whatever. ]
C - IT ARRIVES.
[ the goose shits on him. that's it, that's the prompt.
but, context: here's Megumi, minding his own business, when a goose flutters past him and leaves a wet patch on his sneakers. of all the things that could happen to him in this hellscape... this must be the worst.
eyes wide, mouth half-open, he stares at his foot for a good ten seconds. ] ...You...! [ the goose looks over its shoulder. if beaks could curl, it would've.
honk. Megumi has never wanted to kill anything more. ]
megumi fushiguro | jujutsu kaisen.
[ he trips.
more precisely, Megumi trips on top of somebody. long limbs and lanky angles, growing pains and all. monochromatic and messy.
obviously, he balks. instinct beats out courtesy, and he's rolling to the side before anyone can voice the very reasonable what the fuck that should come along for the ride; instead of 'hello'-s or 'i'm sorry'-s, the first word that comes out of this dweeb's mouth is a very level, very low: ]
『 Kon 』.
[ along with that one very cryptic syllable is a smooth motion with his hands, fingers lacing into a shadow puppet of a dog with the snap-snap of jaws opening and closing. it's a nerdshit move to do, probably, but the only saving grace is that an actual wolf-creature does come flying out of that dog-shaped silhouette against the wall, mouth open in a howl.
kinda extra, yeah. he breathes in and out, venting shock from between his teeth. a moment to regroup, and he almost looks like he regrets the overreaction. the dog follows suit in its transition from aggression to calm— finally elects to sit and look to make eye contact with its master.
you really fucked this one up, it seems to say. Megumi clears his throat. ] ...Bad assessment. [ phew. ] Sorry.
[ to whoever he just. probably scared off with this mess. amazing. ]
B - BRAVING THE TRAIL.
[ no wasting time: if you happen to have found yourself paralyzed by one of those faceless guests, you'll suddenly find yourself with a hand over your eyes, with a none-too-gentle slap of palm to face.
calmly, with a measure of urgency: ] Close your eyes. [ a tug backwards, voice to ear. ] Don't look at it.
[ there's probably, uh. a gentler way to do this, but whatever. ]
C - IT ARRIVES.
[ the goose shits on him. that's it, that's the prompt.
but, context: here's Megumi, minding his own business, when a goose flutters past him and leaves a wet patch on his sneakers. of all the things that could happen to him in this hellscape... this must be the worst.
eyes wide, mouth half-open, he stares at his foot for a good ten seconds. ] ...You...! [ the goose looks over its shoulder. if beaks could curl, it would've.
honk. Megumi has never wanted to kill anything more. ]