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GHOST HUNT (the Prequel)

Who: YOU
Where: THE GAME TOWER
When: NOW!!!

[You arrive to the game tower where today, the atmosphere seems to be quite s~p~o~o~k~y. Fog seems to cover the entire floor area and any visible area of the tower is covered by things like (fake) spiderwebs and also (fake) spiders hanging around in (fake) trees.

It would probably feel a little more spookier if it wasn't for the fact that music is blaring throughout the tower. Someone is a host today, but it's impossible to tell whom considering they're covered in a white sheet with holes cut out for eyes.

Until they talk anyway.]

I GOT A ★~★~PROMOTION~★~★

To host the greatest haunted house party that you can imagine!! But w-w-w-wait, haunted houses are s-scary! I don't wanna make you guys get too scared so we'll start small . . .

Small . . . tiny . . . miniscule . . .

It's still gonna be dangerous though!! Ghosts are PRETTY uncontrollable, ya know~? I've seen SAWoleen XVI, I know how it goes!!

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[He shrugs.]

Everyone by now probably has a scar that can cause death. One wouldn’t even need the specific knowledge.

[There is a pause as wheels turn very slowly.]

That ability really is terrible.

Yes. Exactly. And I also just don't like counting on them. But I can trust Kaguya.

Maybe I should just go get her.

[He smiles. He likes Kaguya after all! This is a great idea.]

I can. Don’t move.

[Digging into Five’s pocket for his phone even though Emet has one of his own.]

[ He's the one that shouldn't move!! But he lets him, mostly because he doesn't want to risk having him move around more ]

You're a terrible drunk.

I’m an adorable drunk.

[He sends a text, but then gets distracted looking at pictures in his phone.]

[ He doesn't have the time to protest, because he sees him looking at the pictures and his face goes red immediately - guess what, it's full of pictures of emet. So many. Mostly when he's sleeping but sometimes even just normal pictures that he took while they were together, pretending to just be on his phone.

There are of course quite a few of Cosmo, Vergil, Caeli, his siblings — but Emet is like. Half his phone's memory right there. ]

—That's enough, give it back please.

[Oh. Oh.

He gives the phone back, wraps his arms around him and produces the most unguarded yet joyous smile on his face.]

I love you.

[Or tries to say that as he switches from Ancient to English halfway through the phrase making it a bit garbled.]

[ It's even more devastating because of how genuine it is. He knows Emet loves him, that's never been in question, but to see him smile at him like that while he says it feels overwhelmingly nice. To the point that he doesn't even know how to react to it. ]

I love you too. My moon and stars.

And I hate seeing you like this but I'm glad it can just get healed.

Your mortal vessels are really frail. It’s inconvenient.

[Don’t worry he’ll go right back to being sassy.]

It will be fine.

[And healing can be handwaved. Kaguya shows up. Or maybe Zhongli gets Venti. Or he grabs a hold of Persephone. But he won’t be a wooden pin cushion for much longer.]

[ The moment he's healed he's going to be hugging him and keeping him as close as possible because look, he's not done fussying, and if anything now it's time to be even more clingy now that he can ]

I’m fine. I’m fine.

[He repeats is like a mantra trying to reassure him stroking his back.]

I am not going to be defeated by a chandelier.

I know. But I hate seeing it anyway. You look better without extra holes on you.

[ he shifts, moving to kiss his cheek ]

Are you still drunk?

I look spectacular in any form.

[Getting his legs under him and trying to pick up Five.]

Not really. Would you like to be?

[ He feels like he should protest because Emet just got healed, but in the end he doesn't, and instead just helps him with that and wraps his arms around his neck ]

I could use a few drinks. I'm finding out I'm a little less mentally prepared to see damage to those I love than I expected.

But I don't want to get drunk.

You can carry me when we get back to the dorms.

[He leans his forehead against him as he starts the trek back.]

Perhaps with time I’ll prove over and over again I simply come back no worse for wear. Not that it makes it easier.

Can I do anything to help?

Yes, actually.

Let me fuss and take care of you when we’re back. We’ll start with a warm bath, and then a massage.

Can I have a kiss as well?

You can have as many as you’d like. Maybe even more.

Now I’m properly motivated.

[And as promised when they arrive at Baritones he will set him down but take his hand.]

[ He'll squeeze it the moment he's holding it ]

So. Now you've seen all the pictures I shared with Caeli while drunk.

If I knew you liked it that much, I would rest my head and doze in your lap more often.

You are delightfully sneaky about it.

And I’m beyond flattered.

Thanks, you're making me sound like a pervert.

But I just like seeing you so peaceful.

I adore it! Also I care so little about the opinion of others.

[We will say he’s holding his left hand so he can run his thumb over the ring on Five’s finger.]

I don’t believe I am more peaceful or more myself than I am with you. How lucky! A product of your very practical kindness.

[Once they get into his room he is going to start discarding his blood dried clothes.]

Well in that case. I'll keep being sneaky and take as many pictures as I can. Maybe I'll even share some with you.

[ his gaze lingers on those for a little too long, but he shakes himself out of that to follow suit ]

Wait for me here, I'll start the bath.

[He tosses the clothes into a bin before sitting on the couch, stretching and displaying him. Definitely trying to distract Five with embarrassment.]

Your company will be missed, my love, but I will endure somehow.

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