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[iamthecrucible]

You can try those on me some other time.

[ And he moves over to stand nearer to Daigo, though he'll leave it up to Daigo to decide where he'd like things to go. ]

You have all the time you need.

cw: a lil touch of racism too, thanks yakuza

[indignitas]

[ A slow drag on the dwindling cigarette before he puts it out against the metal sill. He reaches for one of Shaxx's hands, fingertips curling lightly. He watches the contrast of their skin tones contemplatively. In Tokyo, Shaxx wouldn't be allowed anywhere near him. What exactly is the life he's been living? It keeps washing over him how little he wants to go back to it and that's unsettling. It's the only surety he's had for a long time. He scoffs at himself, chin dipping for a moment before he pulls himself up. His other hand reaches up to caress the side of Shaxx's helemt. ]

Do me a favor?

[ Take it off. He wouldn't ask if it wasn't terribly serious. ]

[iamthecrucible]

[ After a year of never taking his helmet off, it's a strange reminder that he had started doing that, here. That his helmet isn't actually just part of his skin. It's another strange struggle between the two years he's lived side by side, trying to sort between two selves.

So there is that hesitation, reminiscent of before, when he'd only just tried it as something new. But why not? He's done this before. No one's going to snipe him, here.

He reaches up to pull his helmet off, squinting at the strange view of the world with no HUD. ]

[indignitas]

[ His head tilts patiently, touching flattened out curls with the tips of his fingers. He has to push up on his toes and pull down in the same motion. He presses a kiss on the Titan, open and soft. It's not the kind of gesture Daigo gives anyone, too much propriety, but he can think of people back in Japan that had deserved it. Tatsuo. Yoshitaka. Nick. Maybe even Ryuji if could have ever seen that fucking asshole again. Too bad half the list is dead. ]

Welcome home.

[iamthecrucible]

[ Shaxx goes willingly into that kiss once he realize that's what Daigo intends. One arm curls around the man's waist, helmet still dangling from his fingertips. He brushes the fingers of his other hand over Daigo's cheek, meeting softness with more softness.

Home. Strange to hear, but with this dual consciousness he's still trying to sort out, both places do feel like home. As a Titan, he belongs to the City, first and always. But he's begun to realize that as a man, he belongs to the people he's met and loved here.

And that's what lets him answer: ] It's good to be back.