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[thetaintedsorrow]

[The video opens with a very flushed Chuuya, and the source of that rosy color on his cheeks is soon readily apparent. In his hand is a glass of red wine that’s barely half-full, and it’s obvious that he’s been hitting the bottle hard. Behind him is the backdrop of a lavish, cozy bedroom, and a small bird can be seen flitting to and fro.]

This is the first time I’ve posted a video on here. Seems easy enough. Anyway, while we all wait for news of whatever the hell is going on with the bigger picture right now, why not have some fun?

[Chuuya takes a sip of his wine.]

So I’m gonna ask a few questions. First off, what’s your drink of choice? I’m taking suggestions on different cocktails to mix up since I’ve got an entire bar to work with now. Hell, if it’s good enough, I might just name it after you.

[And he downs the rest of the wine. So classy.]

Second question; besides the people, what do you miss most about home? Or maybe tell me about something you’ve gotten back that you were missing when you first woke up. Or even weirdass gifts you never asked for that just randomly appeared.

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[thetaintedsorrow]

I used to be able to.

[Does he sound a little bitter? Because he is.]

It’s not my power anymore, though.

[colorature]

It was taken away somehow?

_{[Or maybe it's not that.]}

Or are you broken?

[thetaintedsorrow]

I dunno if it’s still there or not.

[Chuuya’s expression darkens considerably then, as if all the joy has been sucked out of him all at once.]

Broken. Yeah, maybe.

[Broken. He’d referred to himself as broken merchandise when Mephisto had witnessed him fail to activate Corruption, and though he’s determined to compensate for it, it still stings to hear.]

Even broken things can be useful sometimes, right?

[colorature]

_{[That's Diva and her lack of filter for you. She's not oblivious enough that she isn't able to pick up on the sudden shift in mood. Ah...was that a touchy subject?]}

You don't have to look so glum. I think you're useful.

[thetaintedsorrow]

How’s that?

[He looks...just a little bit unstable right now.]

Tell me. Tell me how I’m useful. I want to hear it.

[colorature]

_{[Buddy chill.]}

You help me when I need it, you don't call me a monster and you're Atsushi's friend.

Those are all useful things, aren't they?

[thetaintedsorrow]

[...what is he doing? This isn’t who Chuuya is. He doesn’t wallow in self-pity. He doesn’t need reassurance.

He’s stronger than this.]

...yeah. They are.

...thanks.

[colorature]

You're welcome! Don't be sad, okay?

[thetaintedsorrow]

Heh. Okay.

Take care of yourself.

[colorature]

I'm trying.

It's hard.

[thetaintedsorrow]

Because your chevaliers took care of you?

[colorature]

Mhmm. I don't know how to do a lot of things.

[thetaintedsorrow]

Well. You can ask me stuff, if you want. I don’t mind.

[colorature]

Okay I will then.

I hope you have a lot of answers because I have a lot of questions.

[thetaintedsorrow]

Depends. Don’t ask me stuff like “does God exist” or “what’s the meaning of life”, cause fuck if I know.

[colorature]

I won't trouble you with philosophy.

I would say the meaning of life is to die but that can't be it if I exist.

[thetaintedsorrow]

Maybe the meaning of life is to enjoy it to the fullest.

Either way, dying isn’t on the agenda for people like you, so you should enjoy life with all us mortals while you can.

[colorature]

That makes sense.

I have been, so far. At least since I woke up. It's a bit sad though, knowing I'll have to watch you grow old and die.

[thetaintedsorrow]

[At least he actually has a chance to grow old here. That probably wouldn’t have happened back home.]

Maybe, but we might as well live in the now, right?

When’s your birthday, anyway? I dunno how old you are, but you probably have one, right?

[colorature]

Mhmm, that's what I think! I don't like to worry about the future.

_{[Simply because it's never ending.]}

Of course I have one. It's August 4. I don't remember the exact year I was born, but it was near the beginning of the 19th century. I'm around 175 years old, I think.

_{[Give or take.]}

[thetaintedsorrow]

August, huh? Nice.

[A chuckle.]

You don’t look a day over seventeen.

[Haha. Immortal joke.]

What do you want for your birthday?

[colorature]

I've looked like this for awhile.

_{[Haha. So funny.]}

What do I want? I don't really know...maybe a new dress or new shoes?

_{[For how extra Diva can be, her desires are pretty simple.]}

What I do want is a party.

[thetaintedsorrow]

Both of those are nice.

A party, huh? Those are always nice. You could have a cake and everything.

[colorature]

I love dresses and shoes. Back when I lived in Russia I had the most decadent gowns and heels. I miss them.

_{[That's because you were essentially living as a Romanov, Diva.]}

A cake? Oh yes! I want a cake! I told Atsushi I want to have a ball - a masquerade, to be exact. I think it'd be really fun!

[thetaintedsorrow]

Can’t speak to dresses, but shoes are nice.

[He doesn’t even question the Russia part.]

Yeah? Then I’m sure it’ll happen. He would want you to have a nice party.