Eh. [ Sukuna's been— lounging on Yuji's bed. Reclining. As if he's on his throne of ridiculous skulls. He's looking like a bit of a Shibuya boy himself today (limited options ok— Yuji's clothing fits him somewhat better than it fits Yuji; there's a curious physiological shift when Sukuna takes over; broadening, lengthening; like the muscles themselves obey the consciousness who has taken up the reins. Uraume probably zoomed over to dress him themselves, because Sukuna ("this is unmanly, where is my servant" - Sukuna, 2021) isn't very into doing menial things for himself.
Fortunately for everyone, he's no longer in a robe. Dark, fitted jeans and a sweater (the black lines of his markings peeking out from the collar like tiger-stripes) seem a little simple on him, considering the fact that he's usually in a kimono, but fortunately shoulders as broad as Sukuna's tend to wear anything rather regally. He's also got a rather tailored black coat, that definitely does not belong to Yuji; an Uraume purchase, no doubt.
He eyes Kugisaki. ]
Shinjuku? [ A bit of a grunt. ] Fine by me.
[ He rolls to his feet, shoulders rotating, clicking into place, and he turns red eyes on her once again, an eyebrow arching along with the stripes of his face.
He pauses, watches her, then: ] Evening, madam.
[ He's being facetious, and even throws in a courtly little bow there. But he regards her in that imperious way of his and then smiles, abruptly. The courtliness actually is more a part of his manner; there is something old fashioned about Sukuna, regardless of how much he looks like a delinquent yakuza; something of a different era hangs about his speech, in the way he stands; in all aspects of him. ]
It is a wise decision. To follow me. [ Not that she's agreed to it yet, but he's pretty sure he's got this in the bag. ]
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Fortunately for everyone, he's no longer in a robe. Dark, fitted jeans and a sweater (the black lines of his markings peeking out from the collar like tiger-stripes) seem a little simple on him, considering the fact that he's usually in a kimono, but fortunately shoulders as broad as Sukuna's tend to wear anything rather regally. He's also got a rather tailored black coat, that definitely does not belong to Yuji; an Uraume purchase, no doubt.
He eyes Kugisaki. ]
Shinjuku? [ A bit of a grunt. ] Fine by me.
[ He rolls to his feet, shoulders rotating, clicking into place, and he turns red eyes on her once again, an eyebrow arching along with the stripes of his face.
He pauses, watches her, then: ] Evening, madam.
[ He's being facetious, and even throws in a courtly little bow there. But he regards her in that imperious way of his and then smiles, abruptly. The courtliness actually is more a part of his manner; there is something old fashioned about Sukuna, regardless of how much he looks like a delinquent yakuza; something of a different era hangs about his speech, in the way he stands; in all aspects of him. ]
It is a wise decision. To follow me. [ Not that she's agreed to it yet, but he's pretty sure he's got this in the bag. ]