castaside | [Heart Game] From the ashes we can build

[WHY CAN'T HE JUST BURY HIMSELF IN THE GROUND.]

[Nope, there are tears, and his heart aches and he wants to believe. He wants to believe and keep this feeling, and he's holding the box close to his chest. Taking shuddering breathes and wiping at his eyes.]

[The amount of trust he had, how anxious he had been the choker being put around his neck, and then how it had felt settled around his neck after they had talked and he had relaxed around him. He may not be able to wear the choker all the time without the panic creeping in, when when Macaque was there, he had been able to feel safe when he had time to wind down.]

[Then in the forest when all he had wanted to do was reassure him. To make sure he never felt alone again. Never abandoned again.]

You're unfair. I can't even kiss you right now. [Voice watery and thick.]

The shadow makes a hand gesture like he's carrying something, and on his hand a separate wisp of shadow forms a little ball with the Demon Bull Family symbol on it. Hint, hint.

[He's rubbing at his eyes and...a ball?]

[He looks at the desk, scanning it, before finally opening the drawer and]

[What's this?]

[He picks up the stress ball in confusion. He...squeezes?]

When Red Son squeezes the stress ball, two things happen. The counter clicks down to "5". And Red Son's shadow on the desk and floor shifts form, its silhouette forming Macaque's familiar one. Glowing eyes blink open, and Macaque's shadow flashes a small, heartfelt purple smile as it stretches off the desk and turns from two dimensional into three, hovering before Red Son like a ghost.

Macaque extends his hands in the air, palm out, for Red Son to grab.

[Oh.]

[This.]

[This is different.]

[But its not like he's touched the shadow clones and this one is...somewhere in the middle, perhaps? It gets a little weirder in his soul.]

[But he's going to take that hand though.]

Macaque's shadow-hand feels perfectly solid. He can't do this for long, hence why there's a limit on charges, so he right away leans forward to press his forehead against Red Son's.

Red Son will feel that slight, grounding adrenaline rush like they practiced. Nothing spicy, just making him feel very in his body.

Oh.

There's the rush of adrenaline, the intensity of the contact.

He squeezes his hand, and touches his cheek, leaning in to kiss him on the lips. Its a closed mouth kiss, but still firm and trying to convey his hope. His wish that this won't be the last.

Macaque's shadow kisses back, briefly and softly. He can't hold a physical presence for very long, but he keeps it long enough to brush Red Son's nose with his, and smile, and then he sinks back into Red Son's usual shadow silhouette.

Five more charges when you need them.

He lets out a shuddery breath. Shakes out his hands a bit. Another breath.

Calm. Calm. He can do calm.

Collect the other objects. Grabs the hammerspace bag, checks inside and if its empty, he'll put in the stress ball and pick up the keychain.

The hammerspace bag is empty indeed. At least until you put things into it, then it's not empty anymore.

The keychain is a very adorable chibi cow and there is a little button on one side of it.

He tilts his head and hits the button???

After hitting the button, Red Son is surrounded by an opaque, soundproofed chamber which is big enough for two people to lie down inside. You're welcome for the emergency makeouts aid.

This one has infinite charges. Have fun.

....

There is another non-angry fwoosh.

You sure have a fun way of saying thank you!

What, you'd prefer to make out in public?

He is blushing so much. "....note to self, touch everything before making out with Noodle Boy," he muttered, hand over his face. This would have been good to know ten minutes ago!

But. Yes. Good. Good to have.

Into the bag it goes and picks up the phone. Text makes sense, but what happens when he hits shadow portal?

Who are you shadow-portaling?

[Him...self?]

A shadow portal the size of your head opens before your eyes, and on the other end is... you. Except it's not a mirror, you could reach out and smack yourself if you wanted to. Enjoy the paradox.

[Oh.]

[Well then.]

Ah. Well. Good to know. [He will. Turn that off. And put that in the bag too.]

[He'll go look at the supplies?]

In the supply area, there is a variety of things:

> Weapons of all kinds (mundane only, sorry), including all Wash's stuff that Macaque observed in Choco's heart game
> First aid supplies
> Note taking and art supplies
> Snacks of varying kinds
> Extra clothes in everyone's size and for a variety of weather conditions
> Miscellaneous items that might be useful (you'll have to look around for something specific if you want to check those things out, here's a lot of stuff in here)

Macaque was clearly trying to be as helpful as possible.

[Listen, he'll take a spear. Never hurts. And some first aid supplies, just in case there's a healing cut out.]

[Notes also can't hurt.]

Will there be a way to return here later? [Looking to the shadow.]

A staff forms in the shadow's hand and he spins it a few times. It's not Macque's staff since there's no spikes on it, but it's a shadow so that's all you can tell.

So we'd need Wukong's staff?

[...okay, yeah, let's throw several kinds of weapons into this bag with first aid supplies, note taking, a box of crayons becaus he know how MK do, snacks, and weather condition clothes. Just in case powers cut out.]

[....any jewelry?]

He will find one standard, non-magical choker in inky purple.

Also some replacement glasses if people need them.

[He's picking up the choker.]

[Going to roll down the collar of his shirt to put it on.]

[...also yes, will take some spare sunglasses, he does actually have a mild prescription, thanks Samadhi Fire.]

[Heart Game] From the ashes we can build

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