[ Gojo laughs at that despairing complaint. Emet-Selch really does make schadenfreude remarkably easy and fun.
He holds out the two crowns, holding them very carefully with fingers splayed so that they won't crush each other. One of them is a crown of purple-red trumpet blossoms so dark as to be almost black, woven with little sprays of tiny white flowers in between, and the other crown is of five-petal blue flowers with white centers, accented with little sprays of smaller yellow flowers. ] The blue one is for Hythlodaeus. The purple one is for you.
[ Making flower crowns for Emet-Selch is just so ridiculous and brings Gojo such glee. Grumpy birb needs flowers. ]
[A more sour look at the laugh, though it is mostly for the show of it. For someone receiving gifts, Emet-Selch was exceptional at looking disgruntled, put-upon, and on his very last (now scaled) leg.
At the indication that only one was 'his', but which matched his aesthetic besides (insofar as any flower crown could), he carefully takes it in clawed hands. ...And even places it atop his own head, with about as much dignity as he was capable of at the moment.]
Then I'll leave you to your delivery of the other.
[It's not like he was storing Hythlodaeus in his tiny room....]
[ Gojo's grin is irrepressible and he continues holding out the second crown toward Emet-Selch. ] I told him he could pick it up from you. I've got some other errands that I've got to get to. [ What errands? Who knows. He'll make some up if he has to. They're very urgent.
What matters is the importance of Emet-Selch giving a flower crown to Hythlodaeus, who had been so charmed by the idea of receiving one from his hands. It'll annoy Emet-Selch, and he's cute when he's grumpy and covered in flowers, so it's really a win-win situation all around. ]
Considering that I'm staying in, I very much doubt it. Don't try to foist your self-appointed errands on me.
[Grumbling; demonstrably crossing his arms as though this would change the trajectory of his fate.]
Did he put you up to this?
[Was this a collaboration to trouble him? Which was exactly why he dreaded the concept of any overlap between friends. No matter what, it was a combination that boded ill for him.]
You are entirely capable of maneuvering those bags around without trouble.
[Being given the choice between a hassle and food, and none hassle and none food- Emet-Selch provides him with a more incredulous look.
He was stubborn and self-destructive at his worst; he would absolutely elect to starve just to prove a point. What was the point? Irrelevant. He didn't even actually mind the task or the excuse to see Hythlodaeus, but he will die on this completely stupid hill.]
[ Exasperated but fond sigh. This dumb grumpy bird. ]
Will you just let me set these things down? Do you not want to see him? He seemed very fond of you. I thought it might bring you joy to get to see him put on the flower crown.
[ He has no intention of saying 'please', but at least he's being earnest now rather than trying another 'trap'. ]
No one's stopping you from leaving it all on the ground- or just leaving.
[What's left of his feathers bristle, and where they're torn out, they sting. It does nothing to endear him to their existence, and his arms tense in their crossed position.]
There is nothing in this world that would bring me joy, and no one that I wish to see- not on any day, and especially not like this.
[Except the bird features, the soul corruption, they weren't going away.]
[ Gojo's heart aches with empathy for him, and it's times like these when he kind of has to admit that his sense of empathy is maybe not quite as broken as he sometimes tells himself.
He sighs, then shifts his hands carefully, looping the flower crown over his wrist and then dropping it so that it hovers there, suspended above his skin by Infinity. He won't be able to carry it that way, but at least he can hold it safely so that the flowers won't be crushed.
Then he slips the bag of food off his shoulder and holds it out toward Emet-Selch, annoyed at him but determined to help ensure that he's fed. ]
[As expected, Gojo was fully capable of rearranging his goods while keeping everything safe. And yet, when the bag is offered to him after all- Emet-Selch felt the impulse to refuse it all the same. Spite and bitterness were all he had left that were stronger than the bird, that drowned out the part of his soul that screamed to snatch the food from Gojo's hand before he changed his mind.
After more seconds spent in silence, he takes the handles of the bag from him, in one clawed grip.
The other hand he holds out, empty, in all its repulsive scaled misfortune. He would take the godsdamned crown and somehow bring it to Hythlodaeus.]
[ Gojo is reassured when he at least accepts the food, and his smile returns, warm and pleased, when Emet-Selch reaches out to accept the crown as well. He sets it carefully into his clawed hand, happy to be able to give Hythlodaeus the gift of not only the crown but the opportunity to have it from Emet-Selch's grumpy hand. ]
[Calling him bird has him bristle anew, the pet name thoroughly unwelcome; given the state of his current expression, it could hardly lower any further, and he regrets making any sort of concession at all.
But the transaction was complete, and now that he had the goods he couldn't very well give them back. So he nods stiffly instead, and returns to his seclusion instead.]
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He holds out the two crowns, holding them very carefully with fingers splayed so that they won't crush each other. One of them is a crown of purple-red trumpet blossoms so dark as to be almost black, woven with little sprays of tiny white flowers in between, and the other crown is of five-petal blue flowers with white centers, accented with little sprays of smaller yellow flowers. ] The blue one is for Hythlodaeus. The purple one is for you.
[ Making flower crowns for Emet-Selch is just so ridiculous and brings Gojo such glee. Grumpy birb needs flowers. ]
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At the indication that only one was 'his', but which matched his aesthetic besides (insofar as any flower crown could), he carefully takes it in clawed hands. ...And even places it atop his own head, with about as much dignity as he was capable of at the moment.]
Then I'll leave you to your delivery of the other.
[It's not like he was storing Hythlodaeus in his tiny room....]
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[ Gojo's grin is irrepressible and he continues holding out the second crown toward Emet-Selch. ] I told him he could pick it up from you. I've got some other errands that I've got to get to. [ What errands? Who knows. He'll make some up if he has to. They're very urgent.
What matters is the importance of Emet-Selch giving a flower crown to Hythlodaeus, who had been so charmed by the idea of receiving one from his hands. It'll annoy Emet-Selch, and he's cute when he's grumpy and covered in flowers, so it's really a win-win situation all around. ]
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[Grumbling; demonstrably crossing his arms as though this would change the trajectory of his fate.]
Did he put you up to this?
[Was this a collaboration to trouble him? Which was exactly why he dreaded the concept of any overlap between friends. No matter what, it was a combination that boded ill for him.]
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Don't be silly, the idea was entirely mine.
But I can't give you this food that I brought unless you either take this crown or let me set it down somewhere safe.
[ Either way, once it's in Emet-Selch's room, he's responsible for it, and the trap is set.
Gojo's pretty confident that he'll want food enough that this will work out more or less as planned. ]
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[Being given the choice between a hassle and food, and none hassle and none food- Emet-Selch provides him with a more incredulous look.
He was stubborn and self-destructive at his worst; he would absolutely elect to starve just to prove a point. What was the point? Irrelevant. He didn't even actually mind the task or the excuse to see Hythlodaeus, but he will die on this completely stupid hill.]
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Will you just let me set these things down? Do you not want to see him? He seemed very fond of you. I thought it might bring you joy to get to see him put on the flower crown.
[ He has no intention of saying 'please', but at least he's being earnest now rather than trying another 'trap'. ]
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[What's left of his feathers bristle, and where they're torn out, they sting. It does nothing to endear him to their existence, and his arms tense in their crossed position.]
There is nothing in this world that would bring me joy, and no one that I wish to see- not on any day, and especially not like this.
[Except the bird features, the soul corruption, they weren't going away.]
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He sighs, then shifts his hands carefully, looping the flower crown over his wrist and then dropping it so that it hovers there, suspended above his skin by Infinity. He won't be able to carry it that way, but at least he can hold it safely so that the flowers won't be crushed.
Then he slips the bag of food off his shoulder and holds it out toward Emet-Selch, annoyed at him but determined to help ensure that he's fed. ]
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After more seconds spent in silence, he takes the handles of the bag from him, in one clawed grip.
The other hand he holds out, empty, in all its repulsive scaled misfortune. He would take the godsdamned crown and somehow bring it to Hythlodaeus.]
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Take care of yourself, bird. I'll see you around.
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But the transaction was complete, and now that he had the goods he couldn't very well give them back. So he nods stiffly instead, and returns to his seclusion instead.]