theattic | Weird-looking, half blind, spook wrangling world-walkers that smoke.

Well apparently now he was trapped. Ginko shifted a little where he stood, still bright pink.

"Well, ah... good to hear it's acceptable."

He laughed and looked back to Ginko's face--and then Ginko's life got about ten times harder because JW noticed. Oh, wow, he looked like a fresh cut of salmon. He did that? In the span of time they were apart, the world-walker was afraid that Ginko would realize he'd made a mistake or just change his mind or something like that.

But if his face did that when JW was only playing with his hand, that couldn't be the case. Ginko really did like him back. A lot. A wave of relief rushed over him. He entwined his bony fingers with Ginko's and lifted his arm high so that he could duck under it.

"It's got a good grip though. Hard to find."

"Yeah, see, that's why I need it to work." Oh no what was he doing now. Oh no oh god Ginko was going to die. "What if I just gave you an... an IOU or something."

"Yeah?" With Ginko's arm across his shoulders, he deliberately leaned his chest against Ginko's. His lack of any kind of bulk couldn't even make the shorter man lean. It was so hard for JW to keep from cracking up at the sight of poor Ginko's face though. He cocked his head innocently to one side.

"Y-yeah. You give me my arm back, I do my job... I can pay you back once I get paid for it."

He could not believe this conversation was happening, but at the moment it was taking enough focus for him to organize his thoughts enough to keep up the whole banter thing.

"Hmmmmmm," JW gave Ginko's hand a squeeze. And like that, he released him, ducking out from under his arm and taking the lead down the path with a grin. "Alright, but I'll hold you to it!"

This was not over by a long shot.

Ginko let out a breath he hadn't quite realized he was holding, shooting JW a shaky grin. "Right."

It was another few minutes before they reached the house. Ginko slowed to a stop, glancing over his shoulder at JW with a slight smile. "Let's get on this, then."

"You lead the way, Sherlock." JW gave him a goofy salute.

The farmer came to the door and thanked Ginko again and again for coming on such short notice. JW was without his antlers so he didn't get much of a look, much to his relief. He also behaved himself in the man's presence but once the door was shut, he turned to face the fields.

"They don't give you a lot to go off of, do they?"

After the usual routine - assuring the farmer that it was no trouble (it wasn't, honestly, and he could REALLY use the money), and that he would do his best to solve the problem (he always did), Ginko turned toward the fields as well.

"Not really. But that's fairly typical... generally, they don't have much to go on themselves." He walked over to examine the area, tapping at the ground with a food before crouching down to prod at it.

As much as he loved to see Ginko do his thing and put that brilliant brain of his to work...being the one without the special sight made things a little boring. He watched the boyfrando poke at the earth for a little while before waltzing over and sitting squarely on his back, throwing one leg over the other.

"I'm gonna take a load off, if y'don't mind."

Given that JW wasn't all that heavy, this wouldn't pose too much of an issue... if Ginko had been even remotely prepared for it. As it was, though, he hadn't exactly been keeping the possibility of this happening in mind, and it was only thanks to planting his hands on the ground to steady himself that he managed to keep from falling on his face.

"--Whoa, hey-- what are you doing?"

"Takin' a load off! Just like I said." He leaned down and propped his arms on one knee. "What are you looking for down there? How d'we know the ground just aint frozen solid?"

He grunted when JW leaned over, but made no effort to push him off, instead just resuming his poking at the ground.

"For one thing, it's not cold. At this temperature, it should at least be starting to thaw toward the top, but it's rock-hard all the way through." He tapped a knuckle against the ground. Sure enough, he might as well have been knocking on stone.

JW leaned back up and turned his eyes skyward. It was so strange to see no jet trails above the clouds here in Nowhere, Japan.

"Oh. Wasn't there a mushi that turned people into metal?"

"Well, there's one that can turn them to wood... and that one that covered a town in rust one time. But it's not quite the same."

He frowned down at the ground, thinking. "My guess is that there's a mushi acting as sort of a bonding agent... there are a couple that could be responsible in that case."

"Seems awful specific that it'd pick just...some poor asshole's whole garden. Now if it were a faerie, that'd make sense. But..."

He finally leaned up and off of Ginko, relieving him of his chair duties so that he could walk down one of the rows. He kicked at the tiny piles of snow that remained on the wiry grass. He supposed he could let the man do his job. For a little while.

JW started to hum to himself--that same old Beatles song.

"Probably didn't pick it so much as it just landed here... just a matter of bad luck." He gave a quiet sigh of relief when he could move freely again, and stood up to go grab some supplies from his box. Time for some tests.

Ginko cast a glance at JW as he went through his pack, a fond smile crossing his lips despite himself. If JW caught him, he would be quick to look back to his supplies as if nothing had happened.

Throughout Ginko's testing, he would find that this mushi was not malicious but malnourished--small and sickly yellow flowers could be found here and there. The mushi's fruiting body. A good soaking with a hot solution that could more or less be called 'mushi tea' would cause the tendrils beneath the earth to relax and leave the soil full of little channels not unlike works working the soil for the new year.

JW didn't actually manage to catch Ginko stealing glances at him. He just kept poking at the ground (LOOK AT HIM HE CAN INVESTIGATE TOO!!!) and freezing up to listen to the tree line. While he wouldn't voice this to Ginko, he was afraid that a wild boar was going to come charging out at them. Or a bear. Japan had different wildlife than the Hawksaw backwoods. JW could deal with coyotes. He couldn't deal with hogs. And it was nearly spring. There would be little hogletts running around and the sows would be more terrifying than ever.

Eventually he gravitated back toward Ginko and stood against him, hands in his pockets.

"Any luck?"

He gave a quiet, satisfied hum when the ground reacted to one of his tests, and stood back up.

"Yes, actually. I'd had my suspicions, but I think I've about confirmed it. I'll have to talk to the client to put the cure together, but that's the easy part."

"Yeah?" He gave Ginko a hearty clap on the back. "Good work, Doctor!"

Wait. Easy part.

"What's the hard part?"

Ginko laughed softly. "I meant more that the hard part was figuring it out - but, to be fair, there's still the matter of curing the entire field. It's... likely going to take a while."

He looked over the expanse of hardened earth with a sigh. Theoretically, he could leave once he'd given the clients the supplies and instructions, but with this sort of thing they tended to feel better if he stuck around. Besides, there was always the chance of something going wrong. "Not long enough for it not to be worth staying to finish up the job, though."

JW grunted and looked out over the field. Maybe with him there, things would go faster. "You just make sure they pay you, yeah?"

He moved his hand from Ginko's back to his shoulder where he started to squeeze in what he hoped was a nice massage after the guy had been stooped over so long.

"What are we going to do anyway?"

"'Course. Still need to pay you back for my arm, after all." He glanced over with a small smile, leaning gratefully into that squeeze without even thinking about it. Of course, when he did notice a moment later, his face started creeping toward the pinkish side all over again, but that didn't mean he was going to move away.

"Well, simply put, the mushi here are looking for nutrients. We've got to mix up something like a tea and soak the affected area with it, and that should get them to leave once they've had their fill."

Ginko leaning in was just an invitation for him to put his other hand to work. While he dug the heels of his hands into Ginko's shoulders he looked out over the field again and let out a low whistle.

"That's a lot of tea. And keep your pennies, arms are expensive. You'll have to pay me back in increments over the next few years."

He gave a quiet sigh of relief, relaxing slightly as JW worked on his shoulders. Between his constant stooping over to examine the ground and the fact that he was perpetually hauling around a huge box on his back, his shoulders pretty much just always hurt. Needless to say, JW's efforts were appreciated.

"It is. I might need to go harvest more herbs from the woods to make enough... this is one of the largest infestations of this type that I've seen in a while." He gave a soft snort. "Great, indebted over my own arm. Just what I need."

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