[ megumi hopes that ends that particular line of argument; the shikigami answer to megumi, but they are their own beings. only the gyokuken are truly his, their forms born from his cursed energy, but the others have existed perhaps long before even the zen'in line came to prominence. he respects each one, and they serve him sincerely in return.
the datto are familiar with toji now, and they have a childish dislike against the man, so megumi herds the few he's called up to huddle next to him as he summons kon this time. quick, efficient gestures; the summoning is practically instinctual now. kon rises from the shadows like an eldritch being, all large and hulking with his tongue lolling out from between large, monstrous teeth.
megumi leans under the giant wolf-dog's chest, scratches him where the scruff thins out just a little leading to the underbelly. ]
I hope I didn't disturb your rest, [ megumi starts off, reaching up to scratch at the shikigami's neck now. ] I've got someone for you to meet.
This is Fushiguro-san. He's my father. [ kon... growls a little. ] Don't bite him, please.
[ then, to toji; ]
Hold out your hand. He's a shikigami, so it shouldn't really matter, but he behaves like a dog. I think that part's my fault.
[ The way Megumi is trying hard to build up some kind of relationship is really endearing and Toji tries not to focus on the years that he missed seeing Megumi develop into such a responsible and mature person. His eyes dully shift to Kon. ]
I know what they are. They won't like me cause I smell like a curse.
[ He does, because he always has one wrapped around his body. Even if the inventory spirit is tucked away in his stomach, Kon might smell remnants of it on his skin. ]
If he behaves like a dog, then it's impressive training on your part.
[ PRAISE?? He doesn't really hold out his hand, though, but he does halfway hold it out, keeping it low. ]
[ sheepishly; ] Probably closer to the truth is they adapted to me, rather than me training them. They looked like big dogs when they manifested, so I treated them that way.
Sensei had to teach me not to keep them summoned all the time, back then. [ it was lonely at first, especially when tsumiki couldn't see them but could feel something was in the room. ] I tried to feed them a few times. Normal food. Then I found out they eat cursed spirits instead.
[ he misses the gyokuken's split forms. kon is great as he is now, but he grew up with shiro and kuro. pity that you couldn't take pictures of shikigami without using a cursed object, the possible photos themselves turning into cursed objects too.
kon nudges his muzzle against toji's hand, then just swallows the arm a bit. no pressure, no edge to the gesture, just a big dog learning the scent and taste of a new person. the man's a bit stinky, because of the worm curse, but that's fine. ]
He won't eat you. The worm is... it won't even register as a snack with how weak it is, so it's not appealing. Kon's the only Divine Dog I have now, but he eats enough for two.
[ his son is so chatty… how and why. That’s definitely a mom trait.
Toji doesn’t react when Kon puts his maw around him, but he won’t hesitate if he feels anything more then just a little pressure. ]
I knew of its existence, so I sought it out. Took a long time to find. If I raised it well, I knew it would form an irreplaceable bond with me. Seemed perfect for what I needed it for.
[ he wouldn't be so chatty if he wasn't the only one carrying the conversation, jeez. even kon groans a little, one ear twitching as he play-bites the man's arm a little more. what a meaty guy, this one, not like his human who's all soft and squishy. ]
You could've done the same with me. But I guess a curse is easier to take care of, when you think about it.
[ he's not as upset as he thinks he would be, hearing this answer. mildly upset, only because what i needed for sticks to the back of his throat. what about him, then? what was he useful for?
pragmatically, not much. kids aren't all that useful while they're babies. whatever. ]
[ the sass his kid has is unreal. Toji begins to speak, firmly, revisiting what Megumi is trying to move away from. ]
I could not. The spirit has weak cursed energy, it can be reduced in size and fit in my stomach, making it harder to detect. Don’t act like you have me all figured out, Megumi. I wasn’t lying when I said I kill sorcerers— and to be successful, I have to be undetectable.
[ Nibble all you like, Kon. It doesn’t look like Toji seems to mind. The assassin gestures his finger with his free hand at Megumi. ]
I’ll train when I say we are training and I’ll also say for how long. You don’t get to decide that.
I'm not trying to figure you out at all. I never said I didn't believe you, either.
[ naoya zen'in had tried to kill him in shinjuku. sukuna had tried to suffocate him in his inner domain. and the memories of everyone coming at sukuna with everything they had, well knowing that they're condemning megumi to death if they succeed. at this point, hanging out with people who weren't trying to kill him is the odd encounter.
he doesn't blame anyone for the way he turned out, or at least he thinks he doesn't. he just wants to understand why. ]
You said earlier that we would tomorrow. If you don't actually want to, you don't have to agree with me. Just say so and don't make things up.
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[ megumi hopes that ends that particular line of argument; the shikigami answer to megumi, but they are their own beings. only the gyokuken are truly his, their forms born from his cursed energy, but the others have existed perhaps long before even the zen'in line came to prominence. he respects each one, and they serve him sincerely in return.
the datto are familiar with toji now, and they have a childish dislike against the man, so megumi herds the few he's called up to huddle next to him as he summons kon this time. quick, efficient gestures; the summoning is practically instinctual now. kon rises from the shadows like an eldritch being, all large and hulking with his tongue lolling out from between large, monstrous teeth.
megumi leans under the giant wolf-dog's chest, scratches him where the scruff thins out just a little leading to the underbelly. ]
I hope I didn't disturb your rest, [ megumi starts off, reaching up to scratch at the shikigami's neck now. ] I've got someone for you to meet.
This is Fushiguro-san. He's my father. [ kon... growls a little. ] Don't bite him, please.
[ then, to toji; ]
Hold out your hand. He's a shikigami, so it shouldn't really matter, but he behaves like a dog. I think that part's my fault.
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I know what they are. They won't like me cause I smell like a curse.
[ He does, because he always has one wrapped around his body. Even if the inventory spirit is tucked away in his stomach, Kon might smell remnants of it on his skin. ]
If he behaves like a dog, then it's impressive training on your part.
[ PRAISE?? He doesn't really hold out his hand, though, but he does halfway hold it out, keeping it low. ]
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Sensei had to teach me not to keep them summoned all the time, back then. [ it was lonely at first, especially when tsumiki couldn't see them but could feel something was in the room. ] I tried to feed them a few times. Normal food. Then I found out they eat cursed spirits instead.
[ he misses the gyokuken's split forms. kon is great as he is now, but he grew up with shiro and kuro. pity that you couldn't take pictures of shikigami without using a cursed object, the possible photos themselves turning into cursed objects too.
kon nudges his muzzle against toji's hand, then just swallows the arm a bit. no pressure, no edge to the gesture, just a big dog learning the scent and taste of a new person. the man's a bit stinky, because of the worm curse, but that's fine. ]
He won't eat you. The worm is... it won't even register as a snack with how weak it is, so it's not appealing. Kon's the only Divine Dog I have now, but he eats enough for two.
How'd you get the worm?
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Toji doesn’t react when Kon puts his maw around him, but he won’t hesitate if he feels anything more then just a little pressure. ]
I knew of its existence, so I sought it out. Took a long time to find. If I raised it well, I knew it would form an irreplaceable bond with me. Seemed perfect for what I needed it for.
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You could've done the same with me. But I guess a curse is easier to take care of, when you think about it.
[ he's not as upset as he thinks he would be, hearing this answer. mildly upset, only because what i needed for sticks to the back of his throat. what about him, then? what was he useful for?
pragmatically, not much. kids aren't all that useful while they're babies. whatever. ]
So we're training tomorrow. All day?
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I could not. The spirit has weak cursed energy, it can be reduced in size and fit in my stomach, making it harder to detect. Don’t act like you have me all figured out, Megumi. I wasn’t lying when I said I kill sorcerers— and to be successful, I have to be undetectable.
[ Nibble all you like, Kon. It doesn’t look like Toji seems to mind. The assassin gestures his finger with his free hand at Megumi. ]
I’ll train when I say we are training and I’ll also say for how long. You don’t get to decide that.
[ Brat. Must be Gojo rubbing off on him. ]
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[ naoya zen'in had tried to kill him in shinjuku. sukuna had tried to suffocate him in his inner domain. and the memories of everyone coming at sukuna with everything they had, well knowing that they're condemning megumi to death if they succeed. at this point, hanging out with people who weren't trying to kill him is the odd encounter.
he doesn't blame anyone for the way he turned out, or at least he thinks he doesn't. he just wants to understand why. ]
You said earlier that we would tomorrow. If you don't actually want to, you don't have to agree with me. Just say so and don't make things up.
🎀
His other hand lifts and settles on Kon’s head, giving him what seems to be a pleasant pet. ]
Hnn.
[ After a moment of silence, Toji stands to his feet and stretches out his body, seeming to start to make his leave, and then: ]
6am. Don’t be late.
[ BONDING 🥹 ]