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Dark Mahito Thoughts™️ of the day:
There are a few things humans can do that Mahito can’t - because he can’t experience them for himself, he’s fascinated by them. His favorite is the concept of intoxication. This strange thing that humans do to themselves, voluntarily, purely because of the pleasure they find in it.
It only takes one night of lurking under neon signs for him to realize that humans act differently when their tongues are coated in a specific kind of drink. They lower their inhibitions, talk to strangers, stumble into the streets, make decisions they’re sure to regret. And they enjoy it. More than that - they revel in it. It’s a silly thing, and although he cackles at the sight, he’s also deeply curious about it. Aren’t they scared to be so vulnerable? Don’t they know that there might be consequences if they stray too far from familiar faces?
Surely, they do. And it must be worth it to them, anyways. It must be a wonderful experience for them, to be so detached from reality that they forget to be wary. They usually have their guards up. It’s fascinating to see them fall.
Humans do make stupid decisions sometimes. And he revels in those moments, too, although he can’t experience them for himself. He’s very good at living vicariously. It’s easy, when one is invisible. He can get close enough to smell the drink on their breaths, to feel the heat radiating from their bodies - and even closer than that, if he wants.
He tests the limits. Will this human, dancing in a crowd under flashing lights, notice a hand slide over her shoulder? If not - what if it falls briefly to her waist, or her thigh? And if she notices - will it scare her? Will she bother to look back at him? Will she think it was another human? Will she assume it was an accident?
Will she see him? It’s not out of the question - human perception changes under the influence. Their eyes change, and their souls along with them.
She’ll know something’s wrong once she leaves the crowd, and topples out into the street, directly into his arms. She’ll wake up from the haze - her eyes will widen, and she’ll put up a faint, confused struggle. He’ll try to reassure her, to tell her that he’s only curious, that she’ll be just fine, that she’ll enjoy his company, but she won’t understand, as hard as he tries.
Then again - humans don’t grasp much at all when they’re in this state. It’s one of the most entertaining things about it: the strange vacancy on their faces, the unintelligibility of their conversations, their ridiculous, futile attempts at comprehension.
But she won’t be like this forever. In the morning, she’ll understand. And if she doesn’t, he’ll try again. Humans are slow to accept, but they can’t hold out forever. Eventually, they all fall back into reality.