"He makes me bring him one every single time I go out. It started when we were in high school. I'm not sure what he does with them, or why he can't just pay someone to pick up a bunch of them." Osora said, shrugging a shoulder. She looked up at Tali, thinking for a moment. "Do that again. I mean-say something, in Korean. Your voice sounds nice with the language."
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tali looked amused at that, a laugh leaving his lips. “I like that. That’s great. I didn’t know friends did such a thing.”
Osora caught him off guard when she asked him to speak again. His eyes widened slightly. “Ah, Korean? Oh… well. Sure. What do you want me to say?”
"He's just weird." Osora said with a shrug, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth to think. "I don't know. Anything you want, I guess. You could call me the worst names, and I probably wouldn't know what you were saying." She said, tilting her head slightly. "It would just sound nice."
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“I like it if I’m being honest. It’s quirky.” He replied, starting down the first steps. “I’m not going to call you names.” He thought for a moment before grinning. “인생은 당신과 함께 훨씬 더 재미있다!”
Each step send a flash of pain up and down her leg, but she kept from showing it. Instead, she payed attention to his words, arching a brow. "See? It sounds nice. What did you say? I think I recognized the word 'you', but that's about it…"
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“I said, life is much better with you in it. Because it is.” He brought her closer and smiled sweetly as he paused to give her a moments rest. “Korean was my first language:”
She blinked, eyes softening as she looked up at him. "I didn't realize I was such a positive influence. You make my world brighten, too. It shows, that Korean is your first language. It's sounds natural on you. Japanese is the tongue I first learned, English sprinkling in gradually."
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“Mm.” He smiled happily and kissed her cheek a few times over. “I learned Korean first, then Japanese. I know some broken English from my time in America, but it is very very broken.”
She huffed that small breath of air, face flickering as she squeezed her eyes shut as he kissed her cheek. "The schools I went to taught us both, to make sure we were prepared. We get quite a lot of tourists, so it makes sense."
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Tali’s smile grew. “We had very small tour groups at our shrine. Only a few certain humans deemed ‘worthy’ could come and see us. They were always strange. Especially towards me with all of that ‘Tali is a dark deity’ nonsense.” He laughed in remembrance of the accusations, conversations, and fights he had started with those that came to visit. He almost always won.
"For a dark deity, you sure are adorable and soft." Osora stated, looking him over consideringly. "You look like you could be one, though." She said, poking his abdomen and feigning an injury to her finger. "It's like you're made of marble. Even my abs aren't that solid. What's your workout routine?" She joked, her wink paired with her lack of expression making for it's own hilarious combination.
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Tali gasped dramatically and shook his head. "I'm not soft! I happen to be a hardened ex-criminal." He chuckled and shied away from her poking finger. "My workout routine is called 'I can do whatever I want to my muscles as long as the muscle exists there before.'" He laughed harder and pushed her head against his playfully. "I do yoga, love. Did it every morning for a long time, now I'm falling out of practice."
“I’ve never done actual yoga. We should do it together sometime.” She mused, shifting before taking a step down the stairs carefully, having to stop again as her knee decided to nearly give out. “So that’s how it works? You change the muscles that are there? Could you hypothetically cause certain muscles to extend or something, like giving yourself an extra finger, just without the bone?”
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Tali suddenly scooped her into his arms, not wanting to risk having her fall and harm herself more. “We should. It’s a lot of fun but also a lot of hard work. People seem to overlook that part of yoga.” He chuckled as he took the rest of the steps with her in his arms.
“I do. The more muscle or fat I have, the more I am able to mold and shape it into something different. I could give myself an extra finger without the bone, I could even make the muscles move like a real finger. But without bone I lack structure.”
Osora let out a soft noise of surprise, her eyes widening slightly as he picked her up. She didn’t tell him to put her down, though, figuring it was useless to argue, and that they’d get downstairs quicker. “I do ballet, Tali. I understand work. My feet can prove that.” She said, resting her head on his shoulder and looking up at him.
“You know, it takes some work, but I can manipulate other's bones. It just..drains me. But the point is, we could give you an extra finger.”
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The male glanced down at her, a smile tugging at his lips. “Oh I know. You work a little too hard. I’m just making a point.” An uneasy expression crossed his face, his fingers moving slightly against her.
“Another finger sounds strange… can you imagine? I wonder what it’d feel like.” Tali had never tried to add more bones to his structure but maybe that would provide useful. He’d just have to find a way to safely store away those extra bones he could be given.
"It feels strange. Of course, I could only stretch and grow the bone, not the tissue itself, but it was strange. You get more used to it after a bit." Osora said, lifting her hand and tapping the side her pinky was on, where a scar just the width of a finger lay. "I could show you, if you wanted. It's kind of cool. It was something I played around with when I was younger, giving myself skeletal limbs. I can't say mom was too happy with that, though."
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“I’m interested. I would love it if you’d show me. I’ll show you more of what I can do.” He stepped down from the stairs and looked around. “The kitchen?” He asked softly, looking for Shou.
“Yeah. I’m assuming that’s where they are, at least.” Osora said, pointing down the hall they’d taken the opposite way last night to her room. She patted her pockets with her other hand, searching for something as she directed him to the kitchen. “I’m sorry, again, for waking you last night.”
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Tali nodded faintly, looking up the stairs then down the hallway. He was trying to memorize the layout of the house so as to avoid confusion later.
“Don’t worry about it, Osora. I’m glad you did wake me. I was able to comfort you.” He gently kissed her head and walked down the hall, turning into what he hoped was a kitchen.
And it was a kitchen indeed. He smiled at the people gathered there and gently set Osora in a chair.
Maki grinned as soon as Tali stepped through the doorway, waving from his spot on the counter. “Mornin’ you two! Toki, your knee still bugging you?”
“Not really.” Osora shook her head, ignoring the eyes on her as she motioned Tali over to the counter to rifle through one of the drawers. “My stature given by the gods is just apparently screaming for people to pick me up and carry me around.”
“That’s what you get for being small.” Shou said, sticking his tongue out at her as she flipped him off emotionlessly.
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Tali sighed and moved to the counter, lifting her back up into his arms so she could look through the drawer. “She is small, but I’m just trying to make sure she doesn’t kill her self if her knee proves to be bad.” He chuckled lightly and kissed her head, humming softly.
“I feel patronized.” Osora stated, nudging him slightly before withdrawing a kitchen knife. Holding her hand over herself to keep the blood off of him, she didn’t give him a chance to stop her, slicing into the mirror side of the scar on her hand from her last foray into skeletal fingers. “You know, a few years ago I would have hit you for picking me up.”
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Tali opened his mouth to stop her but it was too late. He frowned as he watched her with the knife, wincing at the casual slice. “Would you have really?” He asked quietly, leaning his head against hers. “You would have hit poor me?”
“I’d have hit anyone who picked me up. Shou did once, while I was half conscious and bleeding out. I hit him then too.” Osora said, leaning her head back against his in response as she focused on the bones in her hand, stretching them into a duplicate of the structure of the one right next to it. “And we were dating then. I guess you showed up at a good time. A point where I wouldn’t hit you.”
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Tali watched in slight amazement, his eyes half lidded and soft. “Mm I did come at a good time. I’m glad you showed up in my life at a time where I wasn’t suicidal or majorly depressed.” He mused, chuckling. “Those were the days, Osora, let me tell you that.”
"If I had, showed when you had been, I hope I would've been a comfort. Or at the very least, enough to scare away those thoughts on occasion." Osora murmured, setting the knife down in her lap to wave her hand over the slowly growing bone, drawing it out at a faster rate. "Because I don't control the muscle ligaments, I have to connect the bones slightly, which decreases the range of movement."
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“You would have been the best distraction from those thoughts.” He hummed, burying his face in her hair for a moment before he peeked up to look at her finger. “You can’t control the ligaments around the bone?” He asked curiously, shifting her so he could show her his fingers as he adjusted the connections and ligaments in his own. “I can. But I do have to be careful because if I rip a ligament by stretching it a little too much, then I’m screwed.”
“I can’t. I can control the bones, and I can control the blood. That’s why I’m not bleeding everywhere now that I’ve got my focus on it.” Osora said, wiggling her skeletal finger. She was right, the movement was much more limited, especially notable when she wiggled her other fingers. “Torn ligaments are the worst. They take forever to heal, too.”
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“That’s cool.” He praised, staring at the extra finger in awe. “I can’t control my blood but I can make it a different type if I try hard enough. I usually don’t bother with that because most people don’t check blood type to make sure it’s their loved one they’re talking and interacting with.” He chuckled at that, blushing lightly as he thought back on his life. “Hell… I did quite a bit of criminal activity… I was also practically a prostitute.”