summary: arakita is a rock. (no, mineral, toudou says.)
hematite is more brittle than he'd expected. "this hurts!" he scowls, but he knows better than to move. he's more alloy than rock now, although toudou would correct him with a smirk on his blue mouth. it's useful, especially when manami drops something in a crevice that goes from the surface of the earth to fuck-all-knows-where; magnetic limbs tend to find things easily.
he does wish benitoite was rarer than it seems to be. manami is on his best days not even there, and when he chooses to be present at all he seems to insist on running underfoot. toudou's nearly broken his feet off just tripping over him—but sapphire doesn't crack easily, and arakita also remembers sweeping into an improvised dustpan shards of toudou's hair to glue back together. that day was particularly shitty; toudou had, despite the relative loss of his extant body mass, not quieted down.
"i have shit to do," he says, and toudou ignores him cheerfully in favor of powdering down his arms. they'd learned their lesson after fuku-chan had refracted too much light inside his chest—the resulting trail of fire he'd left in his wake was persuasive enough, but he'd had the grace to look slightly apologetic about it all. (it was a general approximation, since chrysoberyl has only so many formations—fuku-chan had a face made of rock, although they all did, but his was particularly unmoving.)
"and don't do it again!" toudou wags a finger in arakita's face and he seriously considers biting it off, but hematite teeth are definitely—and unfortunately—softer than corundum. arakita instead settles on flipping him the bird, lifting his newly reattached arm up to do it.
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hematite is more brittle than he'd expected. "this hurts!" he scowls, but he knows better than to move. he's more alloy than rock now, although toudou would correct him with a smirk on his blue mouth. it's useful, especially when manami drops something in a crevice that goes from the surface of the earth to fuck-all-knows-where; magnetic limbs tend to find things easily.
he does wish benitoite was rarer than it seems to be. manami is on his best days not even there, and when he chooses to be present at all he seems to insist on running underfoot. toudou's nearly broken his feet off just tripping over him—but sapphire doesn't crack easily, and arakita also remembers sweeping into an improvised dustpan shards of toudou's hair to glue back together. that day was particularly shitty; toudou had, despite the relative loss of his extant body mass, not quieted down.
"i have shit to do," he says, and toudou ignores him cheerfully in favor of powdering down his arms. they'd learned their lesson after fuku-chan had refracted too much light inside his chest—the resulting trail of fire he'd left in his wake was persuasive enough, but he'd had the grace to look slightly apologetic about it all. (it was a general approximation, since chrysoberyl has only so many formations—fuku-chan had a face made of rock, although they all did, but his was particularly unmoving.)
"and don't do it again!" toudou wags a finger in arakita's face and he seriously considers biting it off, but hematite teeth are definitely—and unfortunately—softer than corundum. arakita instead settles on flipping him the bird, lifting his newly reattached arm up to do it.