gettin a place together we talked about it a little, before.....
it aint reasonable to only be with each other cuz a the moons & shit, but if we had a space that was just for us id feel good about it not bringin nobody else there but keepin our own apartments too
Sure! I’ve always liked flowers And I’ve seen some nice bright purple blankets in the upper level With orange pillows And towels with embroidered swords
Do you think we could embroider swords onto the blankets?
We can start with general swordsmanship and its progression So you understand the basics fully Then the Rangetsu history and its style, and how it differs from other styles And while we're at it we can review how swords are forged, the different types of blades Which lengths and types are suitable for which types of combat Move onto each Rangetsu form and its history, purpose, and how to apply it to your body We might be able to fit in a introduction to strategy and general formations, using the terrain to your advantage, as well as assessing an enemy But that might be more helpful after you manage to master the first form
[ It was a little tricky to figure out a gift for Rokurou, considering they've only met a while ago. But Ayer remembered a very important detail about this man, so he decided to work with that rather than complicate this. He leaves the gift somewhere it would be noticed immediately, inside the box contains a set of blade sharpening stones.
In addition, there's a box of assorted, colorful sushidoughnuts. The entire gift box is simple and neat, a small handwriten card on top with cursive handwriting. Unfortunately, it's not signed by name, so whether or not Ayer is found out? That's up to you.
The card's message only reads: "Happy Firialia." ]
you know those free chocolate samples from the octofreaks or whatever i swiped like... a whole box of em and they mustve been spiked with something???? who even does that?!
just do me a solid and get your ass over here ASAP
[ He sits there reading this three or four times because, while he doesn't recognize the username, this could be from at least three people he knows. Especially if they're telling him to get his ass over there. Different username...?? Or does he not know them at all?
Well, whatever. Fuck it. ]
Sounds like octofreaks do that.
But yeah. Alright, sure. Who are you and where is 'here'?
[ After an initial flare of outrage at someone not recognizing her (wow that hypocrisy), a second glance confirms that's... not a username she has on her contacts list. Oops. ]
my bad wrong person lol guess we could meet up somewhere on Level 2 if youre still down to clown. names can wait til later.
[ she doesn't deliver the gift herself; instead, it's a whole charade, because there's a man with a giant box at your door, ringing it before explaining: this is a fondue set with a tray of snacks to go with it, addressed from formidable.
the handwritten note reads: ]
Dear Mr. Rokurou,
Happy Valentine's day. I do hope you find my gift to your liking! This year, I figured I will try something more practical. This way, you can enjoy my chocolate with whatever snacks or foods you enjoy most.
[ Don't even question how a box of chocolates were left in his kitchen while he was gone. Tucked underneath is a folded letter that Yuzuriha left behind that reads: ]
So I guess people take the whole chocolate giving business seriously, I had no clue! Hope you don't mind these being a little late, and if you're questioning if one's missing you're absolutely right. I had to make sure that none of them were poisoned!
They're good, so eat them well and treat me to your cooking again later, 'kay?
[ Even though White Day doesn't exist in Prismatica, Ayer's pride is too strong to be giving gifts last month. He purposely waits until now to do anything related to the Coiled Hearts celebrations.
Sent to Rokurou is an assortment of cupcakes in a modest-looking box. As always, Ayer doesn't bother to sign his presents. There's only the recipient's name on the simple card, in his cursive handwriting. ]
i'm so glad to hear that!!!!!! my heart just skipped a beat i mean it roroooooooooooo~ i think we'd make cute babies
[ after she sends that she has to give herself a second to laugh because god that's fucking cringe bro. she's overheard so many girls like this who'd wanna woo the heart of a lord... the fact that it actually worked for a couple makes her wanna cry. ]
why does it matter don't you have a line of people drooling over you too?? and yet here you are offering me dinner when you could get your dick wet kinda suspicious if you ask me
i mean i get it liking kids and having your own are two separate things i'd definitely rather babysit than raise one
I liked cooking for you. Feels good when someone enjoys it, you know? And I just meant you can fuck any guy you want If you're saying I'm your top pick, I'll take the compliment
Yeah, I'm with you on that one So it was a joke, huh? You got me
[ the fated day comes not too long after this exchange, and as six promised, he has rokurou's hairtie with him as he makes his way over to the now-too-familiar apartment. the only hesitation he experiences is when he's already at the door, ready to announce his arrival, curled fist hovering by the door. there's the doorbell too, but maybe if he knocks, there are better chances of it getting missed.
then he can turn around and be on his merry way, forget this ever happened. alas that's not quite how it works...
soon enough, he's knocking at the door and now he's left to wait for rokurou to answer it. ]
[ It's not an immediate answer; after a minute or two he answers the door, cocking his head before giving a smile once he sees who it is. A smile that speaks nothing of the last time they spoke. It's as if he really has forgotten that it happened at all.
(Of course, he hasn't. He's just quite good at repressing what feelings he does have these days.) ]
Hey! Come in.
[ He isn't dressed in his usual kimono and hakama. Just hanging around the apartment, the daemon keeps to loose gray sweatpants and a tight white tee with a pair of slippers, considerably more plain than his usual embroidered brightly colored selections.
Padding into the kitchen, he reaches for a glass— ]
[ six's wariness only grows not because it takes rokurou a while to answer the door, but because of how he looks when he finally does. the smile is ever-present and familiar, and yet it gives the erune pause because he doesn't know if he can trust it.
(the same goes for six: even though he said he would, it's hard to forget an outburst like that.) ]
... Tea is fine.
[ thankfully, six has found other clothes to wear beyond his eternals uniform. they're still plain— a simple jacket, shirt, and pants. the only thing that might seem out of the ordinary is the shirt that's been modified to be backless, but that's why he's wearing a jacket!
he reaches inside his pocket to retrieve what he'd meant to return. in his palm is rokurou's hair tie, like he mentioned. ]
[ He tugs out the elastic that he'd been subbing in to swap for it, giving it a few wraps around his mane before pulling it to knot after plucking it from Six's palm. ]
My hair's pretty thick, so the plastic ones break easily.
[ Satisfied, he turns into the kitchenette to set the kettle and spoon out some matcha. ]
So how do you like your curry? Spicy, sweet, a little bit of both?
[ Yep. He's just going to continue completely on like nothing happened whatsoever. ]
[ six doesn't say anything while rokurou busies himself with tying his hair back up, captivated by just how thick his hair is (because he's always drawn to it, just like his blight) but he figures there's nothing much to say. ]
I don't have a preference. Surprise me, if it pleases you.
[ is it a good idea to give rokurou that much power but it's too late to take it back now. ]
[ He grins, gesturing for Six to make himself comfortable either on the couch or at the kitchen table before turning to the fridge. If Six doesn’t have a preference (as usual), then he’ll make it the way he likes it: a little bit sweet and a little bit spicy.
[ there is a lot he doesn't know about the daemon, but despite that, there are things he can recognize thanks to his interactions with others. he won't comment on it because if rokurou doesn't want to talk about what happened between them, then there is little point for him of bringing it up.
he makes his way over to the kitchen table. the couch would be comfier but it'll just remind of him certain things he doesn't want to be thinking about right now. ]
I am not exactly a picky either so you needn't worry about bad judgment.
[ it really does feel like they're trying to make things as normal as they can be, even if the erune is convinced there's still tension in the air— ]
Do you always make it a point to smooth things out with a distraction?
[ He says as the knife slices through a potato with a particularly poignant thunk. Casting an eyebrow raise, the daemon returns to chopping and dicing. A mix of vegetables into the pot before he turns to start the curry itself. ]
But I really wanted to make you some curry. You didn’t give me much to go on when I asked you what you liked.
I already told you before. I don't have any preferences.
[ rokurou goes ahead and still prepares what he needs for the curry, which is just fine. perhaps some sense of normalcy is what they need to make this conversation a lot easier. it's not like six knows what he wants to say— only that something must be said, rather than forgetting about it for good. ]
... Do you truly wish to forget what happened?
[ it bothered the daemon enough to even suggest such a thing. it's always when you want to forget that there's a higher possibility of things festering, and he knows how bad that can (and will) get thanks to past experiences. if pressed, he'll say it doesn't feel right to let things be.
so he looks at rokurou directly, waiting for his answer. ]
[ He can feel the expectation in Six’s stare. The fine hairs along his nape stand, whole body keenly aware of the eyes set upon him. Would he really rather forget it...? Yes. Rokurou isn’t the type who needs or wants to talk about everything. But he can sense from the way that the erune speaks that that’s something they differ on.
Pausing in his prep once the curry sauce is set to cook, Rokurou fills the cup of matcha with hot water before bringing it over to the table to set in front of Six. ]
It’s really not a big deal. [ he rubs his neck, trying to figure out how to word it, ] I was just surprised. And maybe a little ... you know.
[ So maybe he had figured it out. It’s not like he hasn’t been jealous over someone his whole life, he knows its sting well; it had been unexpected to creep up him like it had, but maybe it’s not so surprising, considering he’s been doggedly chasing Six since the moment they met. ]
[ what sets them apart is pretty simple: while rokurou is quick to drop and move on from what bothered him, six has trouble letting it go. he lets it permeate until it's literally the only thing on his mind. even now, he's still thinking about how it went down.
he can't see fault in any of his actions, so clearly the problem here lies with rokurou. the daemon explains it but it's not satisfactory enough. ]
It seemed like it was, given the way you acted.
[ today, he isn't wearing his full mask so rokurou can see him raise an eyebrow once the tea is set. ]
You know. [ he waves his hand, a vague gesture as he glances at the ceiling, as though that fully translates his meaning— ] ... You're really going to make me say it?
[ Is this some kind of punishment? Or a touch of sadism? Rokurou sighs, stepping away to set the rice to cook, keeping his hands busy because it feels better doing so. ]
Jealous, okay? [ he doesn't even look at Six, busy tossing the chunks of chicken into the curry now that it's gotten hot over the flame. ] It's not like you've ever invited me over to sleep in your bed.
[ And that's really what he's jealous about: the invitation. If Six fucks someone else, Rokurou can't and wouldn't say a word about it; it's not like he doesn't frequent plenty of beds on a near-nightly basis. It's the fact that Six invited someone else, when Rokurou's been so diligent in his chasing—he wants Six to want him, damn it. Who cares if it's selfish and makes no sense? That's just how he feels.
He shrugs, finally looking at the other man over his shoulder, ]
[ his confusion only grows when rokurou makes a fuss over having to say it. for someone who says it isn't a big deal, he sure is doing his best to avoid being forthright about his problem. the erune has no choice but to wait for the daemon as he figures out whether to say it or not.
in the end, he gets the answer he was looking for— and it's not quite what he expected. ]
... I don't understand why you would be jealous of that.
[ if rokurou thinks he sees a faint flush on six's cheeks, he isn't imagining things. no attempts of his to cover it up with the teacup is going to help him. ]
Haven't I already said it is a temporary arrangement?
[ Finally, Rokurou takes a seat at the table across from Six with a cup of tea of his own, after washing his hands. There's nothing really left to prepare; everything's in the pot, the rice is on, and it needs to simmer for a little while. ]
That's not really ...
[ What... he was jealous about. In fact, it's a good thing Six has a roommate, considering how introverted he can be.
Scratching his cheek, Rokurou tries to find the right words. ]
You know I like you. [ and, let's be real, he's possessive over Six, for a myriad of reasons, ] Of course I'd be jealous if you invited some guy to sleep in your bed when you've never invited me to ... well. Do anything like that.
[ He huffs, having the grace to look sulky for only a moment before pulling it together. He's a grown ass man, and in the end, it's not like Six went and agreed to fight this guy or something. That's the only thing Rokurou would really get wild about. ]
[ if the conversation wasn't going in such a confusing direction, then maybe six would have remarked on how everything smells good thus far. his ears would have twitched, and he would have looked relatively happy he'll be getting food soon... but as it stands, he only ends up with so many more questions. ]
All because I didn't offer you the same thing? Haven't you always done as you please regardless of what I say?
[ how many times has rokurou ignored him whenever they get caught up in each other during iris? it's happened so much that it doesn't take as long before his resolve crumbles.
he stares at the tea in his hands, unable to meet rokurou's eyes. ]
It's not as if anything is going to change because of this.
[ On both counts, in fact. Which is why Rokurou smiles, blowing on his own tea to help it cool some before he takes a slow sip. He might be a daemon, but he still doesn't want to chance burning his tongue. ]
Which is why I said to forget it. Anything I do feel anymore doesn't last very long anyway.
[ The perks of being a real monster. Everything fades, even sudden spikes of jealousy—there's no reason for Six to be concerned. Just a moment of stupidity; frankly, Rokurou's already almost to the point where he can laugh about being a little crazy for no reason. ]
it seems like this is going well... the conversation is well on its way to its conclusion, and yet rather than be relieved, six's ears flatten themselves against his head. he still feels like something isn't quite right.
he falls quiet as he tries to make sense of what he wants to say, but it takes him a while. too often he forgets that the world continues to turn even while he's caught up in his own head. ]
You say you don't feel nothing as a daemon, and yet you must have felt strongly about this... for it to be felt at all.
No, I'm glad you did. I'd rather know. Better to avoid anything awkward from happening.
[ Lest he do something reckless, like lay out naked like a french girl in Six's bed and wait for him to show up, not expecting anyone else to be coming in.
Reaching out, Rokurou rests his hand on top of Six's. He might feel little these days, but the airplaning of Six's ears is too honest about how this is bothering him. Yeesh... next time, keep your jealous, possessive, prey-driven fits to yourself, Rangetsu. ]
I used to be a pretty passionate guy, when I was human. Runs in the Rangetsu blood. Sometimes it just pops up.
[ the headpat does little to alleviate his concerns, but perhaps he is slowly considering maybe rokurou's words have some truth to them. that the man was jealous is still something he doesn't understand if only because he thinks there's nothing worth getting jealous over.
(why rokurou has chosen him to relentlessly pursue will always be a mystery.) ]
And you're certain it no longer bothers you? You aren't just saying this.
[ he's going to gently pry rokurou's hand off his head too. no need for it to linger where it's starting to feel warm. ]
[ Does it matter? It's really tempting to whip out one of Six's favorite phrase—hell, he almost does, but it's also confusing why Six seems so intent on dig, dig digging, when it would be so easy to just let this little thing go.
Pulling his hand back, Rokurou instead rubs his own chin, giving the erune a curious look. ]
[ the way he answers doesn't quite match how red he's become in the span of a split-second. it's true that he's worried but he doesn't necessarily understand the full scope of why he is. of course, given how things have been going for both of them in the past little while, it probably shouldn't surprise him all that much...
not that he wants to admit to that. ]
I simply wanted to understand. [ a beat, and then - ] Should you not be more worried about your curry?
[ That stupid, goofy smile that Rokurou's sporting right now? As he rests his chin on his hand and gazes at Six with lidded eyes? That's totally believing him. And not totally not believing him, because that blush speaks way more than his words do.
Except he doesn't believe him. And somehow it's that that actually makes him feel better, that strange, bubbling warmth swishing around in his chest. Pfff... really. Six doesn't need to worry so much over such a small thing, much less a daemon. ]
Mm... it might need a little water.
[ As he finally pushes up, still wearing that idiot smile, as he heads over to attend to the curry. ]
[ six makes the mistake of looking over at rokurou just as that stupid smile takes over his expression, making him heat up like the curry they're waiting for. he has so many protests formulating in his head but they all die before he could give voice to him.
all he could really do is open and close his mouth like an idiot before he finally shuts up. ]
... Looking at it like that isn't going to make it cook any faster.
You're pretty bossy for someone that isn't cooking.
[ It's getting pretty thick, so he adds a touch of water to loosen it up, and then gives a generous stir. Still needs a little more time, but it smells good—rich with spice and a hint of sweetness, aroma of chicken cooking in curry growing heavier.
Putting the lid back on to let it cook longer, Rokurou busies himself by washing some of the utensils from earlier. Better to keep his hands busy, or else he'll find himself putting them somewhere else, and probably spooking Six off in the process. ]
Shouldn't be much longer. I think it smells pretty good, no?
[ by the time rokurou turns around to face him, he'll see that the erune has taken it upon himself to wear his hood up. it doesn't quite hide how much his ears twitch in anticipation of the food he'll be able to tear into soon, but that's what he thought it would do anyway... oops.
he'll just do his best to act as nonchalant as possible... ]
I suppose we'll see if it tastes as good as it smells soon enough, won't we?
[ Jeez... not even a tiny compliment because it smells nice?? Six is a tough customer to please, as usual. Or maybe not—Rokurou's eyes flick to the way he's drawn his hood up, eyebrow arched, but he doesn't comment on it.
Instead, he finishes cleaning up, and once everything's wiped down and put away he pulls out two bowls, and begins padding rice into each. Each one gets a generous scoop of curry, a thick, golden pile over the rice, which he brings over to the table with chopsticks and spoons. ]
[ the hoodie doesn't do much when it comes to hiding his reactions. his ears twitch and flick underneath the fabric, making it more obvious that he's clearly enjoying the food just by the smell alone. even more so once he finally eats a spoonful once he's given the go-ahead. the spice level is just right, not too much, not too little, adding more depth to the curry in ways he didn't quite expect.
he's not going to say out loud that it's good because he doesn't want to feed rokurou's ego. it's already big enough as it is. for now, this is all he has to say: ]
[ Rokurou sneaks a peek between bites, looking up at Six eat from beneath his lashes. It's impossible to not notice how his ears keep twitching beneath his hood, fabric ruffling just a titch.
But he won't stare and make Six overly self-conscious. So he returns to his food, contenting himself with being hyper aware of Six's presence, rather than watching the way his ears move. ]
[ rokurou's right in assuming six was about to get overly self-conscious if he kept looking at him like this, because he's so very aware of those mismatched eyes on him. his ears twitch but his entire body is completely stiff, only visibly relaxing once the other has started eating too. ]
I don't need much— unless you are having seconds yourself.
[ please, he's already imposing by being here even though it was rokurou's idea to feed him. ]
Sure. I have a pretty good appetite, I'll have seconds.
[ As he continues, picking out a nice piece of chicken to munch on. Happy to just enjoy the moment and good food, with the heat of green tea to wash it all back. ]
You should take some back with you. As leftovers. Like I said, there's plenty.
I wouldn't mind taking some back, if you're offering.
[ at least this way, rokurou doesn't have to see him happily eat more of the curry!! then again he doesn't doubt the other will find a way to stalk him just to make sure he's even eating the food and not letting it go to waste. ]
But why did you make so much in the first place?
[ is he trying to fatten him up... is this his way of apologizing? ]
I see. Do you not have others you can also offer leftovers to?
[ surely he isn't the only one rokurou intends to feed, given how big the pot is. he busies himself with munching on another spoonful of curry while he waits for the answer, perking up as he bites into a nice piece of chicken.
this is so good... but he won't admit that out loud. ]
... If you give me two containers, perhaps the one staying with me would like to have some.
[ And he actually looks rather pleased about it, that easier smile returning as he continues to eat through his meal. Hey, if the man likes curry, it's the more the merrier. ]
Curry reheats well too, so I can always finish off whatever doesn't go.
[ Leaning forward, he takes his cup into his hands as he watches Six for a moment, ]
[ oh. rokurou barely reacted to it— or rather, he didn't react at all, which makes the erune think that perhaps the daemon was telling the truth. it's not a big deal to him anymore. this is good, then.
he allows himself to relax after that, taking another sip of tea before he answers. ]
Only out of necessity. I learned in order to survive during the years I've spent alone but otherwise...
[ he pauses. ]
I did make the cookies from before, if this is why you're asking.
[ They had looked homemade, though he hadn't questioned too much about it ... though now he thinks about Six baking. Which is .... cute. Very cute. Unexpected, but cute.
But it's really the beginning of that answer that he focuses on, tapping his fingers against the side of his tea mug. ]
Alone, huh...
[ Really, it's no wonder Six doesn't have favorites, from everything he's learned about the erune. ]
[ six tries to work out how rokurou went from point a - asking about whether or not he can cook - to point b, wondering if he knew when his birthday is. his head tilts because he can't make sense of the transition, and he supposes there's only one way to find out how they even got here. ]
... No. I've been met with disgust ever since I was born so I didn't know it was customary to celebrate one's birthday.
[ he puts his empty cup down. ]
Even if there was a date, it is long forgotten by now.
It's not customary to celebrate it in my clan, actually. But I've met a lot of people who do like to, especially around here.
[ In automatic response, Rokurou takes that empty cup and goes to refill it, continuing as he does, ]
You should pick one, if it's forgotten. You can't change the past, but the present and future don't have to follow it.
[ As he spoons matcha and fills it to near the edge with hot water, and then brings it back, setting it in front of Six. There's not much he can say to his having been rejected by his clan, no platitudes or soothing, because truth is truth. Painful it might be, fucked up or no, pretending like it hadn't happened or trying to soften an old blow isn't his style.
But forcing himself to look ahead? Yeah, that Rokurou can do. ]
And you have people now who do want to celebrate it.
The crew I'm with, we make a point to celebrate our Captain's birthday every year. It's one of the few traditions I try to follow dligently.
[ more than that, the captain's life is always worth celebrating. she's given so much to everyone around her that it's only right they come together to spoil her for one special day — and many other days, following that, because it's not like gratitude should be confined to just one day. ]
As for picking one for my own...
[ it isn't the first time someone has pointed that out to him, that despite the mistakes you've done in the past, it doesn't mean the present and future have to be dictated by it. there will always be the space to move forward, even for someone as wretched as he is, but his guilt and hatred are both so deeply ingrained within him that it's difficult concept for him to understand. it doesn't matter how many times he's been told the same thing. ]
I don't see a point to it. My life is hardly deserving of a celebration, even if others want to. That effort is better spent on someone whose existence is much more radiant than mine.
Mmm ... well, it's up to you. But, you know, I don't think you're allowed to decide how radiant you are.
[ Radiant ... that's definitely a word to define an existence. Rokurou's not even sure he agrees with it, particularly, when people come in so many different colors and forms. Darkness can be just as deep, alluring, and powerful as radiance. ]
I can just find another excuse to buy you some cake, anyway. I can cook, but I'm not so great with baking.
[ Cake for cookies, right? Even if he can't quite match up on the homemade part ... but then again, he does know someone that's an excellent cook all around. Maybe he can bribe a cake out of them. ]
[ six has something to say about his radiance, or lack thereof, so steeped in darkness as he is by virtue of what he is, but what rokurou says next catches him off guard. why is he talking about cakes all of a sudden? is this why he wanted to know when his birthday is? he knows about that particular tradition, but... ]
You don't need to give me a cake. What even brought this on? Because I gave you something?
[ please... if rokurou does this, he'll only feel obligated to return the favour and then they'll find themselves in an endless cycle. ]
Mmm ... it's not trouble. I'm trying to figure out what you like, since you don't know yourself. Only makes sense that cake's on the list.
[ A self-imposed mission ... for no other reason than he just feels like it. And he won't be swayed, Six should know that; Rokurou's too stubborn once he's decided he's going to do something.
Settling back into his seat, he helps himself to some more curry. ]
[ perhaps six is beginning to realize that protests won't sway rokurou from chasing after a fruitless endeavour because he doesn't even say anything related to that, but he still wants to know why. whether or not he'll get an answer he can work with is still up in the air though.
the chances of it are pretty slim, considering the way rokurou is. ]
And what will you do if it turns out I don't like cake?
[ Even if eating a whole cake is bound to give even a daemon a stomach ache, waste not want not ...
As for the rest, Rokurou merely shrugs, rubbing his neck as he glances upward, considering it. Why? It's not as though it matters so much, really, it's just that he feels like it. Would someone like Six accept an answer so simple? While they both tend to ruminate, between them, Rokurou is the one much more likely to let something go. ]
It's what I want to do, that's all. [ a pause— ] And ... I don't know. Maybe to show you that you don't have to be radiant to be worth it to someone.
[ six finds himself staring at rokurou for the longest time, as if he couldn't believe what came out of the daemon's mouth. eat the rest of the cake— like that will really solve the issue at hand. that issue being the immediate statement that follows the ridiculous one, and how quickly it catches the erune off guard.
he almost has no idea what to say.
the blush on his face conveys it way better than words can. ]
I... [ hello, six.exe is currently rebooting. ] I don't...
[ he's never going to get over how casually rokurou says it too. as if it's the most normal thing, to admit he finds six radiant in his own way. ]
... I want more curry.
[ this is the only way he can escape such an awkward conversation. he can only hope the daemon doesn't ask him what he was going to say. ]
[ Rokurou stands, taking Six's bowl away with him to fill it back up with curry and rice. He doesn't mention how dark a shade of crimson the erune is blushing, or how he seems to have forgotten words—better to let it soak in, treat it seriously, because it is serious. That hadn't been ribbing, or teasing.
And whatever Six wanted to say, it'll come out when the time is right. When he's ready to say it.
Returning to the table, Rokurou places the bowl in front of Six and gives the man's hair another affectionate ruffle. ]
[ it's a good thing rokurou doesn't say anything about how much he looks like a tomato right now because it would have only made the erune flee the apartment within the next split-second. all because he doesn't know what to make of what the daemon just said. for his own words to be turned against him like that, he didn't quite expect it.
what's more is he doesn't quite expect the hair ruffle again so he doesn't even have a chance to dodge it. his ears droop down, the picture-perfect representation of defeat. ]
Why do you keep doing that?
[ it's not because his ears are sort or anything. nothing to do with that at all. ]
[ It takes him a second to realize what Six is talking about—and he keeps ruffling as he does. Stops when he does, but not before giving one of those airplaned ears a tweak. ]
Oh, this? I don't know. Guess it's just a habit when—[ someone's being cute, when he's feeling affectionate, both at once ]—... you know. I'm in a good mood.
[ He leaves Six to his curry, taking a seat across the table again. ]
[ hello, someone is abusing their privilege — the ear that got tweaked does its very best to flick at rokurou's fingers, but of course it isn't going to do much. more so just to be a warning that goes, hey, stop doing that. if it looks like he's pouting, that's because he is. ]
I can't even begin to imagine why you're in a good mood.
[ all that happened in the last few minutes is rokurou successfully confusing six even more, and he doesn't see that as something to be happy about, unless the daemon thinks it's a joyous occasion to continue to make no sense at all. still, he won't pursue any further explanation and just goes back to eating his share of curry. grumpily, because he's angy.
the pout will persist even as he shoves spoonful after spoonful of curry into his mouth. (don't mind him...) ]
[ Rokurou watches, chin resting on his hand, as Six grumpily shoves curry into his mouth. For a long moment, his gaze lingers on Six's mouth, and the pout that weighs on his lips.
Then stands up, without warning, leaning across the table to grab Six's chin and jerk his face up. He meets their lips in a firm press, thumb digging into the erune's jaw to keep him steady.
When he finally allows it to break, it's with a little smirk. ]
[ six is already halfway into avoiding rokurou's reach but the daemon proves to be faster, and once again, he finds his lips claimed in an unexpedted kiss. the embarrassed flush is immediate, a bright red that isn't going to go away any time soon. ]
... You're incorrigible regardless of your mood so it makes no difference to me.
[ the guy didn't even let him finish his curry, alas. and now he has no appetite for it because he's! too! annoyed!! why is he always the one to get swept away— ]
[ Look, he's sitting back down in his chair, putting his hands back on his cup where Six can see. Even if he wants to keep kissing him, lips tingling from that simple touch before, just begging for him to move forward again and make the second one deeper. ]
[ as far as he knows, he didn't wear an expression that warranted being called as such, but who knows how the daemon's mind works. it always confuses him even at the best of times and he's long since stopped trying to make sense of it. ]
I don't see how it suits me.
[ not that he's asking for clarification, but he had to say it. ]
[ Frankly, how is Six not cute? The way his voice changes pitch when he's embarrassed, the brightening of his face when he blushes, the pursing of his lips when he's annoyed or flustered ... they're all cute faces. Which is why his defense of Six making a cute face isn't a great one, when he's charmed by every single one the erune makes. ]
Hm... unless we could somehow trade places, I don't know if you'll understand.
[ He likes what he likes. That's not exactly easy to clarify or explain ....... and Six would probably just get annoyed if he tried. ]
... Then perhaps I'll start wearing my full mask again.
[ it's a recent change that he swapped that with its smaller version, a sign that he was becoming more comfortable around rokurou, but something about today prompts him to reconsider.
he doesn't think he'll go through with it but at least the thought is out there. it's the more comfortable course of action— more familiar and easier to enact. he's always been so quick to withdraw when things become too confusing.
after a while, he rises to a stand. ]
I shouldn't linger here for much longer. Thank you for the food.
[ rokurou can't use the same trick he'd pull on him at the noodle cart, right? ]
[ He doesn't want to encourage Six to start wearing his full mask again—but doesn't want to prompt him into doing it by disagreeing. So the daemon simply tilts his head but stays quiet, keeping his thoughts to himself. ]
Wait a minute. I'll get some packed up for you.
[ Six is free to come and go as he pleases, much as Rokurou might like him to stick around. But patience is a virtue, and courting Six is much like courting a stray cat. Push too hard, and he's likely to just push him away.
So Rokurou stands and packs up two bento boxes with left over curry, tying them both up and putting them into a paper bag with handles for the erune to carry home. ]
[ when the persistence he'd been expecting never comes, six surprises himself not by the feeling of confusion that comes with it, but by the dash of disappointment thrown in the mix. his ears realize what's going on before his mind does, swiveling downwards to indicate his dismay before he could hold it back.
of course, he's quick to fix his expression so he appears... wary at the very least. his eyes look over at the offered paper bag, hovering between the choice of whether to accept it or not before deciding to go with the former.
it would be more rude to decline it when he'd said he'll take leftovers earlier on, so he takes the offered back quietly. ]
I'll... bring back the bento boxes, when I'm done with them.
[ hopefully the other doesn't take offense over how he couldn't meet his mismatched gaze, already feeling too embarrassed as he is. he doesn't wait for a reply before he turns to head for the doorway. ]
[ .... not that he'd ever turn down the chance to see Six, but he won't be missing those bento boxes too terribly.
Six moves toward the door and Rokurou follows to see him out, leaning against the doorframe as the erune readies himself to depart. The smile he wears is a soft one, little crinkle at the corner of his human eye to pair with the tenderness of the expression etched onto his face.
He'll forgive Six for not meeting his eyes, as long as Six forgives him for fond look. ]
Get home safe.
[ Offered with a little laugh, knowing full well the absurdity of Six crossing trouble and not swiftly dealing with it. He wouldn't even break a sweat. ]
[ the erune allows rokurou to see him out, and it quickly turns into a fatal mistake: when he faces him to say a proper goodbye, their eyes meet and there's no escaping the affectionate look he gets from the other man. heat threatens to overtake the rest of his face so he faces the other way so fast and he doesn't care if it's seen as rude.
unfortunately for him, it's already too late to hide anything. he wonders how he even manages to remain standing still when every bit of him already wants to escape. ]
... Until next time.
[ nope, he isn't even going to address it, and just like before, he doesn't wait for rokurou to say anything else because he's already moving as quickly as possible without making it look like he wants to break out into a run. the curry would get jostled otherwise, and he hates the idea of it going to waste—
while he makes his way home, he tries not to think about how fast his heart is beating, if only because he knows it's just going to confuse him even more than he already is. ]
Fine. Send me the address and I'll meet you there.
[When Lio did get the address, he made his way there pretty swiftly, at least for someone who didn't have his own ride just yet. He wasn't all dressed up or anything, but he was at least wearing something nice enough to not stand out on Level 1 - leather pants, shin-high leather boots with zippers and buckles, a thick leather jacket, pulled over top of a loose gray sweater. Honestly, with the way the weather was turning, it was probably too hot to wear most of that, but Lio was always cold, so it didn't really make a difference.
The only other noticable thing about him was the pair of blonde coyote ears that poked out from his hair, and the bright yellow eyes staring down at his phone. He tapped his foot while he waited for his not-a-date to show up.]
[ It's a small place in a side street along the main shopping strip, and despite being located in Level 1, the prices for a slice or soda are average. The prismal behind the counter seems friendly, a older man humming to himself as he makes his pizza, doing so more for the love of the craft than for the demichroma.
A working man doesn't keep a not-a-date waiting; Lio doesn't have to wait long before a young man shows up, glancing around in tell-tale 'looking for someone you don't quite know' way.
Tall, dark, muscular. In contrast to Lio's fine blonde hair, Rokurou's is long and inky black, half swept across his face in a way that covers more inky black markings across his face and throat, tied off at the nape of his neck with its longest layer brushing the small of his back. His clothes are noticeably different than most, though he doesn't look uncomfortable sticking out—he sports a pair of loose lilac hakama, traditional socks and sandals, and a tight black undershirt with a layering of crosshatch leather armor at his midriff. The kimono that he usually wears is knotted at the waist, hanging around his hips and legs, embroidered with the fiery colors of red and orange, with a set of birds sprawled into sunset.
Probably too many layers, especially since he always runs on the warm side, but he isn't exactly human. Heat doesn't bother him.
Nor does waving a hand in a semi-salute at someone he doesn't know, offering a little toothy grin. ]
so, i ran the numbers, and did you know! youre 57% sexier without a shirt, 34% hotter when you smile, 89% more smokin when you do that thing with your tongue, and off the charts handsome all the time. :)
doors unlocked and dont even bother knocking. you know exactly where to find me ;)
[which is in her bedroom, lounging in a loose t-shirt and her underwear (she remembers the purple pair just for him), reading some article on her device as she waits for him to bound through the door.]
[ It takes only about 20 minutes for her bedroom door to open, without any knocking or preamble, revealing one (1) Rokurou Rangetsu. Not sporting his traditional garb, having long since picked up some more modern clothing, he's in his favorite fuckboy gray sweats and white tee.
And that one (1) Rokurou Rangetsu wastes no time pile-driving himself onto her bed, flopping onto his back and spreading out beside her. ]
Hey there.
[ As he snakes an arm out to wrap her waist, pulling her onto his lap. ]
[oh, she's loving the fuckboy look, even more so as the man sporting it approaches her, and her bed. grinning, she switches off her device, watches him fall onto her bed without an ounce of grace, squeals ever so slightly as she bounces from her pillows to straddling him. her knees are placed on either side of his waist, and her lips are quickly placed on his, pressing against them with a warm smile for a mere moment, then pulling away with a laugh.]
Hey there to you too. Glad you could make it to the party!
[ Especially when she's dressed like this—or, better yet, not dressed like this. When she straddles him, Rokurou runs his palms along her naked thighs, thumbs pressing in and up as they move toward the hem of her shirt. It's a slow, appreciative trail of rough calluses and blunt nails, one that pauses once he reaches the top of her legs. That's where his fingers curl in a light squeeze. ]
[she missed his hands, the way he touches her... there's no one else quite like him. he never has to ask, never second guesses himself when his skin is on hers, because he takes what he wants, and that's exactly what she hopes he'll do. she hums in approval as his fingers find a place to squish, her own hands resting atop his for a brief moment before sliding up his forearms, dancing over to caress his abdomen.]
Hmm, don't believe it. You brought yourself over, didn't you? That's more than enough of a gift for me.
[ His grin widens and his breath quickens, little hitch drawn from the way her fingers flirt over his arms, and then shirt. Leaning up a little, the daemon cocks his head and does the stupidest thing he can think of—waggling his eyebrows—as he laughs, ]
If I'm the gift, you have to open me, right?
[ What could possibly be hiding beneath his sweats?? Not much a surprise when he's already turned on, half hard beneath her straddle. ]
[his callout gets her to smirk, tongue gliding along the edge of her teeth as she stares down at him, hands impatient as they fiddle with the hem of his shirt, pushing it up to reveal a sliver of skin. she could devour him right now, and oh, she wants to, but he wants to play a little-- those eyebrows are clue enough for her.
she leans down to meet his face, but keeps her lips off of his, barely, her restraint weak against him.] You know, I'm the sort to save the bow, take my time unwrapping gifts. [yet she feels him hardening under her, rolling her hips slowly against his.] But I'm really excited about this one. I think I might just let myself rip into the paper. What do you think, Rokurou? [his name is said with a sultry breathiness, hopefully getting a real rise out of him.]
[ Oh. Well. He likes that—his name is like velvet as it falls from her lips, earning exactly the sort of reaction she'd been looking for.
Rough hands snap and clamp onto hips, slide to grab her ass, before dragging her down against his groin for a harder roll. Barest restraint keep him from flipping them over, but curiosity of how she'd rip into that metaphorical paper keeps him on his back. Makes it easier for him to roll himself up against her, anyway, shape of his dick grinding between her legs.
He does surge up to catch her mouth against his, sealing that distance with a hard kiss before he mutters against her lips, all sandpaper grit— ]
[there's something about him, something so raw, that makes her go crazy. he doesn't dance around with her, doesn't hold her like porcelain, doesn't worry about tarnishing and ruining every part of her. he treats her like steel, able to withstand tight grips and rough bites. and that? that pushes her deliver exactly what he wants-- fervour and ardour without pretension, groaning as he grinds against her, hands sliding up underneath his shirt to rake her nails down his chest hard, lips captured by his to match his intensity in his kiss.
but his voice-- rough, demanding-- sends her into a tizzy. he wants her to rip into him, and she won't deny him. she's not strong enough to literally tear the fabric off him, but her hands are reckless as she grabs at the neckline of his shirt, one hand pulling him up for another kiss as the other tries to work his pants, his undergarments off him. she wants to keep her body flush to his, but she'll never get him undressed that way, won't ever feel him deep in her if she keeps playing with their clothes on.
[ six almost backs off when rokurou opens the door quicker than he expected, but he stands his ground and remembers why he's here once he sees that lopsided smile. he doesn't say anything, not even a single mention of the tea he asked for—
and then he leans forward to capture the daemon's lips in a simple kiss, one where he urges the other to open his mouth to deepen the kiss.
[ Rokurou exhales a soft groan into that kiss, a little bit surprise but the rest all pleasure. A bold move indeed from someone like Six, which is why the daemon obeys without hesitation, drawn in by the suddenness of it all. How many times has Six initiated one? Rokurou could count the times on one hand.
Lips part, and the kiss deepens. His hands find themselves set on the small of Six's back, arms coiling around the erune in an embrace. ]
[ the groan he manages to draw out of rokurou pleases him, makes him want more of it just because it's music to his ears. he allows the daemon to hold him closer, both his hands reaching up to get tangled in black, inky hair before one inevitably moves down to caress his blight.
the kiss lasts longer than it must, up until the erune has to break away for air. his face is flushed and heated, but the one eye that isn't hidden away by his mask is still alight with a determined flare. he goes back in for another kiss, and another—
and then he stops. ]
... Have a good night.
[ he peels away from rokurou's arms and turns to leave, halfway gone just as quickly as he arrived. ]
[ Too fast, he's in the middle of another kiss, fingers are combing across his blight and earning another low groan, and then Six is gone. The daemon starts, stumbling to follow, but tripping and yeeting a slipper into the wall across from his door instead. ]
You just got here?!
[ —aaaand now he's all the way down the hall. What the hell...?! Did he come just for that? ]
[ the sounds of rokurou tripping almost has him pausing mid-step.
while it would have been worth it to see the daemon yeet a slipper away, he keeps going, hurried footsteps taking him further and further away from the other man. he doesn't quite understand what overcame him, what brought him to seek the other out like this and then leave him just as quickly—
but his heart feels a little lighter, almost as if he'd fulfilled whatever it had been craving. he continues to walk away, ignoring the million thoughts that are now racing through his mind. ]
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swordhardy) wrote2019-11-18 10:26 pm
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[ never a good sign ]
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we talked about it a little, before.....
it aint reasonable to only be with each other cuz a the moons & shit, but
if we had a space that was just for us
id feel good about it
not bringin nobody else there but keepin our own apartments too
u know ?
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There's a reason I didn't let anyone else sleep in my bed
Back on the station
But doesn't three apartments sound like a lot?
How much stuff did you bring?
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tch
they dont got real money here so i dont mind spendin it
dont worry about that !
ill make u a home u can enjoy
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That might not suit a daemon
But I don't dislike the sound of it
Will there be candied sweet potatoes?
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im ur home & i suit u ! ME !
when i feel like it !
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Hahaha
You're really something else, beansprout
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& dont u forget it !
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Not with how you keep reminding me
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leave it to me, ill find us somethin decent
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We could do it together
But if you really want to, that’s fine
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forreal ?
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I’ve always liked flowers
And I’ve seen some nice bright purple blankets in the upper level
With orange pillows
And towels with embroidered swords
Do you think we could embroider swords onto the blankets?
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in the training room
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Fine
No embroidered swords
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just trust me
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Though
Since we're talking about swords
And thinking
I've been thinking something too
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[ expectation: it's gonna be stupid and/or annoying ]
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How would you feel about learning a few of the basic Rangetsu forms?
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yea sure
so long as u aint a real hardass about it
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But I'm pretty strict
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ur allowed to beat me in the bedroom only, got it !
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I got it
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like how to squat to take a dump n stuff ?
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And you think my sword style is how to squat to take a dump?
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We'll start with a history lesson
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So you understand the basics fully
Then the Rangetsu history and its style, and how it differs from other styles
And while we're at it we can review how swords are forged, the different types of blades
Which lengths and types are suitable for which types of combat
Move onto each Rangetsu form and its history, purpose, and how to apply it to your body
We might be able to fit in a introduction to strategy and general formations, using the terrain to your advantage, as well as assessing an enemy
But that might be more helpful after you manage to master the first form
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why couldnt i get a man whose hobbies were beer & bjs
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When can we start?
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weekend
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[ he'd rather start at noon but look, an attempt to compromise ]
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As long as you're on time
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And this isn't really related to that,
but the scar you gave me is gone.
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i was pissed when i got here & my tattoos disappeared
gotta at least get the one done again
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I'd like you to redo it — the scar
I liked having it
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cant let u wander around too long w/out marking u as mine now can i
no date for that though !
ill surprise u
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But this time I want to do it back
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if u do it while the moons out ill feel it less so be careful
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I'll do it when there's no moon
I want you as you are
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i know u
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Yeah?
I guess you really do
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firialia
In addition, there's a box of assorted, colorful sushi doughnuts. The entire gift box is simple and neat, a small handwriten card on top with cursive handwriting. Unfortunately, it's not signed by name, so whether or not Ayer is found out? That's up to you.
The card's message only reads: "Happy Firialia." ]
Text - UN: pumpaction (""""misfire"""")
shit
ok
listen
you know those free chocolate samples from the octofreaks or whatever
i swiped like... a whole box of em and they mustve been spiked with something???? who even does that?!
just do me a solid and get your ass over here ASAP
UN: swordsss
Well, whatever. Fuck it. ]
Sounds like octofreaks do that.
But yeah. Alright, sure.
Who are you and where is 'here'?
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[ After an initial flare of outrage at someone not recognizing her (wow that hypocrisy), a second glance confirms that's... not a username she has on her contacts list.
Oops. ]
my bad wrong person lol
guess we could meet up somewhere on Level 2 if youre still down to clown. names can wait til later.
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[ Insert location ping on the bar he's currently being a thot in. ]
What're you wearing?
So I know who you are
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you want a full inventory or...? ;)
[ Kidding! Sort of. ]
red dress and heels. blonde. ill holler if youre taking too long.
valentine's day gift ( backdated to 14th. )
the handwritten note reads: ]
Dear Mr. Rokurou,
Happy Valentine's day. I do hope you find my gift to your liking! This year, I figured I will try something more practical. This way, you can enjoy my chocolate with whatever snacks or foods you enjoy most.
With love,
Formidable. ♡
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So I guess people take the whole chocolate giving business seriously, I had no clue! Hope you don't mind these being a little late, and if you're questioning if one's missing you're absolutely right. I had to make sure that none of them were poisoned!
They're good, so eat them well and treat me to your cooking again later, 'kay?
xoxo,
Yuzuriha
white day
Sent to Rokurou is an assortment of cupcakes in a modest-looking box. As always, Ayer doesn't bother to sign his presents. There's only the recipient's name on the simple card, in his cursive handwriting. ]
4/6
YUZU PLS
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:/
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Aaand you're telling me this, why?
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we're pals right you should know abt what i want in life
plus isn't it cute to imagine... a lil mini me
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Ah, sure
I guess that would be pretty cute!
I do like kids
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[ do not feel safe around her... ever... ]
i'm so glad to hear that!!!!!!
my heart just skipped a beat
i mean it
roroooooooooooo~
i think we'd make cute babies
[ after she sends that she has to give herself a second to laugh because god that's fucking cringe bro. she's overheard so many girls like this who'd wanna woo the heart of a lord... the fact that it actually worked for a couple makes her wanna cry. ]
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We haven't even fucked
But if we do, it's the back door only for you now
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first off it's cordis moon soon and i'm starving
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.........
that place is untouched?? roro????????
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Just promise to never say what you said before about babies again, ever
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i wanna have sex
ugh fine baby be gone it was a joke anyway!!!
no way i can ruin a body like this with a kid
plus idek if i can have any
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Not that I'm saying no or anything
Well, you were right
It'd be cute to see a mini you running around, if you could
I just definitely don't want any kids of my own
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don't you have a line of people drooling over you too??
and yet here you are offering me dinner when you could get your dick wet
kinda suspicious if you ask me
i mean i get it
liking kids and having your own are two separate things
i'd definitely rather babysit than raise one
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And I just meant you can fuck any guy you want
If you're saying I'm your top pick, I'll take the compliment
Yeah, I'm with you on that one
So it was a joke, huh?
You got me
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why do you say things like that
you're like top five
MAYBE three
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wow~ i really do have a talent for this
but yea no kids for me
i'm way too selfish
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I'm sure plenty of women have said that and meant it
You don't seem the type, but rather safe than sorry
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i can TOTALLY be mommy material
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nevermind that i literally said that i'm too selfish like two messages ago
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Seriously?
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It's just cute how you say you don't want kids but defend your maternal chops
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it's instinctive yknow
as a woman
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i'm a big sis who was taking care of her precious lil one before she got swept in all the madness unjustly
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You raised a sibling?
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her name was saya
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Guess it was worth the baby fright
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jokes on you this is two truths one lie and now you gotta figure out what i'm bullshitting about
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https://i.imgur.com/1fsIrVV.png i made this just 4 u
i want a baby
i wanna have sex with you
i raised a younger sister
see??? three facts!
but seriously hmmm, i don't have a single scar on my body! there ya go!
this is so beautiful
Did you lose a bet?
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who does that
do you know anybody who does this
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Like a penalty for losing
Betting on having actual kid is way too risky
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[ a hairtie... ]
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Because I kind of want them back.
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[ it's not even what rokurou left behind- ]
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I am missing a few socks
And a pair of pants
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Forget I said anything.
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Or ... do you just want me to come over?
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What makes you think I want you to come over? Don't.
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Why not?
I have time.
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I will deliver your hairtie at another time.
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Yeah, sure
You can have guests
Just let me know when they leave
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Sounds like a good setup
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Well, the floor isn’t so bad
I’ve slept on one plenty of times
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So you’re sharing with
Someone from home?
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It doesn’t matter
You can bring as many vagrants into your bed as you want
So what was it that I left?
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And I already told you- a hairtie.
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Man or woman?
—right, sorry. Hairtie.
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A man— Again, why does it matter?
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It’s good, actually. Nice to see you taking care of derelicts,
In your bed
You’re a good guy
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Why are you like this?
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... I suppose he does now
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Do you take issue with it?
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Of course not
Would it matter if I did?
But it doesn’t matter, because I don’t
Anyway, you can drop that off whenever
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Are you certain?
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I’ll see you later?
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3/3
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What does this have to do with anything?
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Rokurou Rangetsu. What is your problem?
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Have fun
[ Fuck, he needs a drink. Or twelve. ]
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[ it's not like he already hasn't said farewell... he'll leave it at that. ]
The next day??
I think I got food poisoning and it went to my head
[ Does he honestly believe this and not realize he was jealous? Yes. Yes he does. ]
he takes forever replying back.
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It will be forgotten.
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How about I cook you dinner sometime?
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Just curry
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[ the fated day comes not too long after this exchange, and as six promised, he has rokurou's hairtie with him as he makes his way over to the now-too-familiar apartment. the only hesitation he experiences is when he's already at the door, ready to announce his arrival, curled fist hovering by the door. there's the doorbell too, but maybe if he knocks, there are better chances of it getting missed.
then he can turn around and be on his merry way, forget this ever happened. alas that's not quite how it works...
soon enough, he's knocking at the door and now he's left to wait for rokurou to answer it. ]
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(Of course, he hasn't. He's just quite good at repressing what feelings he does have these days.) ]
Hey! Come in.
[ He isn't dressed in his usual kimono and hakama. Just hanging around the apartment, the daemon keeps to loose gray sweatpants and a tight white tee with a pair of slippers, considerably more plain than his usual embroidered brightly colored selections.
Padding into the kitchen, he reaches for a glass— ]
Want a drink? I have tea.
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(the same goes for six: even though he said he would, it's hard to forget an outburst like that.) ]
... Tea is fine.
[ thankfully, six has found other clothes to wear beyond his eternals uniform. they're still plain— a simple jacket, shirt, and pants. the only thing that might seem out of the ordinary is the shirt that's been modified to be backless, but that's why he's wearing a jacket!
he reaches inside his pocket to retrieve what he'd meant to return. in his palm is rokurou's hair tie, like he mentioned. ]
Here.
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[ He tugs out the elastic that he'd been subbing in to swap for it, giving it a few wraps around his mane before pulling it to knot after plucking it from Six's palm. ]
My hair's pretty thick, so the plastic ones break easily.
[ Satisfied, he turns into the kitchenette to set the kettle and spoon out some matcha. ]
So how do you like your curry? Spicy, sweet, a little bit of both?
[ Yep. He's just going to continue completely on like nothing happened whatsoever. ]
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I don't have a preference. Surprise me, if it pleases you.
[ is it a good idea to give rokurou that much power but it's too late to take it back now. ]
I didn't know you could cook.
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[ He grins, gesturing for Six to make himself comfortable either on the couch or at the kitchen table before turning to the fridge. If Six doesn’t have a preference (as usual), then he’ll make it the way he likes it: a little bit sweet and a little bit spicy.
Potatoes, carrots, curry power, chicken—Rokurou begins chopping, happily setting to work. ]
I’m not the best cook around, but I know how to make a good curry.
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he makes his way over to the kitchen table. the couch would be comfier but it'll just remind of him certain things he doesn't want to be thinking about right now. ]
I am not exactly a picky either so you needn't worry about bad judgment.
[ it really does feel like they're trying to make things as normal as they can be, even if the erune is convinced there's still tension in the air— ]
Do you always make it a point to smooth things out with a distraction?
[ ... nevermind. there it is. ]
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[ He says as the knife slices through a potato with a particularly poignant thunk. Casting an eyebrow raise, the daemon returns to chopping and dicing. A mix of vegetables into the pot before he turns to start the curry itself. ]
But I really wanted to make you some curry. You didn’t give me much to go on when I asked you what you liked.
[ He huffs, mouth twitching with a smile. ]
You want to talk about it.
[ It’s not a question. ]
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[ rokurou goes ahead and still prepares what he needs for the curry, which is just fine. perhaps some sense of normalcy is what they need to make this conversation a lot easier. it's not like six knows what he wants to say— only that something must be said, rather than forgetting about it for good. ]
... Do you truly wish to forget what happened?
[ it bothered the daemon enough to even suggest such a thing. it's always when you want to forget that there's a higher possibility of things festering, and he knows how bad that can (and will) get thanks to past experiences. if pressed, he'll say it doesn't feel right to let things be.
so he looks at rokurou directly, waiting for his answer. ]
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Pausing in his prep once the curry sauce is set to cook, Rokurou fills the cup of matcha with hot water before bringing it over to the table to set in front of Six. ]
It’s really not a big deal. [ he rubs his neck, trying to figure out how to word it, ] I was just surprised. And maybe a little ... you know.
[ So maybe he had figured it out. It’s not like he hasn’t been jealous over someone his whole life, he knows its sting well; it had been unexpected to creep up him like it had, but maybe it’s not so surprising, considering he’s been doggedly chasing Six since the moment they met. ]
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he can't see fault in any of his actions, so clearly the problem here lies with rokurou. the daemon explains it but it's not satisfactory enough. ]
It seemed like it was, given the way you acted.
[ today, he isn't wearing his full mask so rokurou can see him raise an eyebrow once the tea is set. ]
And you were a little what, exactly?
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[ Is this some kind of punishment? Or a touch of sadism? Rokurou sighs, stepping away to set the rice to cook, keeping his hands busy because it feels better doing so. ]
Jealous, okay? [ he doesn't even look at Six, busy tossing the chunks of chicken into the curry now that it's gotten hot over the flame. ] It's not like you've ever invited me over to sleep in your bed.
[ And that's really what he's jealous about: the invitation. If Six fucks someone else, Rokurou can't and wouldn't say a word about it; it's not like he doesn't frequent plenty of beds on a near-nightly basis. It's the fact that Six invited someone else, when Rokurou's been so diligent in his chasing—he wants Six to want him, damn it. Who cares if it's selfish and makes no sense? That's just how he feels.
He shrugs, finally looking at the other man over his shoulder, ]
... Like I said, it's no big deal.
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in the end, he gets the answer he was looking for— and it's not quite what he expected. ]
... I don't understand why you would be jealous of that.
[ if rokurou thinks he sees a faint flush on six's cheeks, he isn't imagining things. no attempts of his to cover it up with the teacup is going to help him. ]
Haven't I already said it is a temporary arrangement?
[ maybe?? still not? getting the point? ]
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[ Finally, Rokurou takes a seat at the table across from Six with a cup of tea of his own, after washing his hands. There's nothing really left to prepare; everything's in the pot, the rice is on, and it needs to simmer for a little while. ]
That's not really ...
[ What... he was jealous about. In fact, it's a good thing Six has a roommate, considering how introverted he can be.
Scratching his cheek, Rokurou tries to find the right words. ]
You know I like you. [ and, let's be real, he's possessive over Six, for a myriad of reasons, ] Of course I'd be jealous if you invited some guy to sleep in your bed when you've never invited me to ... well. Do anything like that.
[ He huffs, having the grace to look sulky for only a moment before pulling it together. He's a grown ass man, and in the end, it's not like Six went and agreed to fight this guy or something. That's the only thing Rokurou would really get wild about. ]
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All because I didn't offer you the same thing? Haven't you always done as you please regardless of what I say?
[ how many times has rokurou ignored him whenever they get caught up in each other during iris? it's happened so much that it doesn't take as long before his resolve crumbles.
he stares at the tea in his hands, unable to meet rokurou's eyes. ]
It's not as if anything is going to change because of this.
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[ On both counts, in fact. Which is why Rokurou smiles, blowing on his own tea to help it cool some before he takes a slow sip. He might be a daemon, but he still doesn't want to chance burning his tongue. ]
Which is why I said to forget it. Anything I do feel anymore doesn't last very long anyway.
[ The perks of being a real monster. Everything fades, even sudden spikes of jealousy—there's no reason for Six to be concerned. Just a moment of stupidity; frankly, Rokurou's already almost to the point where he can laugh about being a little crazy for no reason. ]
Okay?
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it seems like this is going well... the conversation is well on its way to its conclusion, and yet rather than be relieved, six's ears flatten themselves against his head. he still feels like something isn't quite right.
he falls quiet as he tries to make sense of what he wants to say, but it takes him a while. too often he forgets that the world continues to turn even while he's caught up in his own head. ]
You say you don't feel nothing as a daemon, and yet you must have felt strongly about this... for it to be felt at all.
Should I have not said anything?
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[ Lest he do something reckless, like lay out naked like a french girl in Six's bed and wait for him to show up, not expecting anyone else to be coming in.
Reaching out, Rokurou rests his hand on top of Six's. He might feel little these days, but the airplaning of Six's ears is too honest about how this is bothering him. Yeesh... next time, keep your jealous, possessive, prey-driven fits to yourself, Rangetsu. ]
I used to be a pretty passionate guy, when I was human. Runs in the Rangetsu blood. Sometimes it just pops up.
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(why rokurou has chosen him to relentlessly pursue will always be a mystery.) ]
And you're certain it no longer bothers you? You aren't just saying this.
[ he's going to gently pry rokurou's hand off his head too. no need for it to linger where it's starting to feel warm. ]
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Pulling his hand back, Rokurou instead rubs his own chin, giving the erune a curious look. ]
Are you ... worried about me?
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[ the way he answers doesn't quite match how red he's become in the span of a split-second. it's true that he's worried but he doesn't necessarily understand the full scope of why he is. of course, given how things have been going for both of them in the past little while, it probably shouldn't surprise him all that much...
not that he wants to admit to that. ]
I simply wanted to understand. [ a beat, and then - ] Should you not be more worried about your curry?
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Except he doesn't believe him. And somehow it's that that actually makes him feel better, that strange, bubbling warmth swishing around in his chest. Pfff... really. Six doesn't need to worry so much over such a small thing, much less a daemon. ]
Mm... it might need a little water.
[ As he finally pushes up, still wearing that idiot smile, as he heads over to attend to the curry. ]
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all he could really do is open and close his mouth like an idiot before he finally shuts up. ]
... Looking at it like that isn't going to make it cook any faster.
[ he hates this. ]
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[ It's getting pretty thick, so he adds a touch of water to loosen it up, and then gives a generous stir. Still needs a little more time, but it smells good—rich with spice and a hint of sweetness, aroma of chicken cooking in curry growing heavier.
Putting the lid back on to let it cook longer, Rokurou busies himself by washing some of the utensils from earlier. Better to keep his hands busy, or else he'll find himself putting them somewhere else, and probably spooking Six off in the process. ]
Shouldn't be much longer. I think it smells pretty good, no?
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he'll just do his best to act as nonchalant as possible... ]
I suppose we'll see if it tastes as good as it smells soon enough, won't we?
[ stop looking at him like that. ]
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[ Jeez... not even a tiny compliment because it smells nice?? Six is a tough customer to please, as usual. Or maybe not—Rokurou's eyes flick to the way he's drawn his hood up, eyebrow arched, but he doesn't comment on it.
Instead, he finishes cleaning up, and once everything's wiped down and put away he pulls out two bowls, and begins padding rice into each. Each one gets a generous scoop of curry, a thick, golden pile over the rice, which he brings over to the table with chopsticks and spoons. ]
Dig in.
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he's not going to say out loud that it's good because he doesn't want to feed rokurou's ego. it's already big enough as it is. for now, this is all he has to say: ]
... Thank you for the food.
[ it'll be good enough for now. ]
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But he won't stare and make Six overly self-conscious. So he returns to his food, contenting himself with being hyper aware of Six's presence, rather than watching the way his ears move. ]
You're welcome.
[ Pausing to take a sip of tea, ]
There's plenty, if you want more.
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I don't need much— unless you are having seconds yourself.
[ please, he's already imposing by being here even though it was rokurou's idea to feed him. ]
They can be leftovers for tomorrow.
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[ As he continues, picking out a nice piece of chicken to munch on. Happy to just enjoy the moment and good food, with the heat of green tea to wash it all back. ]
You should take some back with you. As leftovers. Like I said, there's plenty.
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[ at least this way, rokurou doesn't have to see him happily eat more of the curry!! then again he doesn't doubt the other will find a way to stalk him just to make sure he's even eating the food and not letting it go to waste. ]
But why did you make so much in the first place?
[ is he trying to fatten him up... is this his way of apologizing? ]
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[ ... and he might be used to cooking for a group, often times only whipping out more than what he needs when it's for five or more. ]
So yeah, I'm offering.
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[ surely he isn't the only one rokurou intends to feed, given how big the pot is. he busies himself with munching on another spoonful of curry while he waits for the answer, perking up as he bites into a nice piece of chicken.
this is so good... but he won't admit that out loud. ]
... If you give me two containers, perhaps the one staying with me would like to have some.
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[ And he actually looks rather pleased about it, that easier smile returning as he continues to eat through his meal. Hey, if the man likes curry, it's the more the merrier. ]
Curry reheats well too, so I can always finish off whatever doesn't go.
[ Leaning forward, he takes his cup into his hands as he watches Six for a moment, ]
Do you cook?
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he allows himself to relax after that, taking another sip of tea before he answers. ]
Only out of necessity. I learned in order to survive during the years I've spent alone but otherwise...
[ he pauses. ]
I did make the cookies from before, if this is why you're asking.
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[ They had looked homemade, though he hadn't questioned too much about it ... though now he thinks about Six baking. Which is .... cute. Very cute. Unexpected, but cute.
But it's really the beginning of that answer that he focuses on, tapping his fingers against the side of his tea mug. ]
Alone, huh...
[ Really, it's no wonder Six doesn't have favorites, from everything he's learned about the erune. ]
Do you know when your birthday is?
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... No. I've been met with disgust ever since I was born so I didn't know it was customary to celebrate one's birthday.
[ he puts his empty cup down. ]
Even if there was a date, it is long forgotten by now.
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[ In automatic response, Rokurou takes that empty cup and goes to refill it, continuing as he does, ]
You should pick one, if it's forgotten. You can't change the past, but the present and future don't have to follow it.
[ As he spoons matcha and fills it to near the edge with hot water, and then brings it back, setting it in front of Six. There's not much he can say to his having been rejected by his clan, no platitudes or soothing, because truth is truth. Painful it might be, fucked up or no, pretending like it hadn't happened or trying to soften an old blow isn't his style.
But forcing himself to look ahead? Yeah, that Rokurou can do. ]
And you have people now who do want to celebrate it.
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[ more than that, the captain's life is always worth celebrating. she's given so much to everyone around her that it's only right they come together to spoil her for one special day — and many other days, following that, because it's not like gratitude should be confined to just one day. ]
As for picking one for my own...
[ it isn't the first time someone has pointed that out to him, that despite the mistakes you've done in the past, it doesn't mean the present and future have to be dictated by it. there will always be the space to move forward, even for someone as wretched as he is, but his guilt and hatred are both so deeply ingrained within him that it's difficult concept for him to understand. it doesn't matter how many times he's been told the same thing. ]
I don't see a point to it. My life is hardly deserving of a celebration, even if others want to. That effort is better spent on someone whose existence is much more radiant than mine.
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[ Radiant ... that's definitely a word to define an existence. Rokurou's not even sure he agrees with it, particularly, when people come in so many different colors and forms. Darkness can be just as deep, alluring, and powerful as radiance. ]
I can just find another excuse to buy you some cake, anyway. I can cook, but I'm not so great with baking.
[ Cake for cookies, right? Even if he can't quite match up on the homemade part ... but then again, he does know someone that's an excellent cook all around. Maybe he can bribe a cake out of them. ]
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You don't need to give me a cake. What even brought this on? Because I gave you something?
[ please... if rokurou does this, he'll only feel obligated to return the favour and then they'll find themselves in an endless cycle. ]
Don't trouble yourself over something like that.
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[ A self-imposed mission ... for no other reason than he just feels like it. And he won't be swayed, Six should know that; Rokurou's too stubborn once he's decided he's going to do something.
Settling back into his seat, he helps himself to some more curry. ]
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[ perhaps six is beginning to realize that protests won't sway rokurou from chasing after a fruitless endeavour because he doesn't even say anything related to that, but he still wants to know why. whether or not he'll get an answer he can work with is still up in the air though.
the chances of it are pretty slim, considering the way rokurou is. ]
And what will you do if it turns out I don't like cake?
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[ Even if eating a whole cake is bound to give even a daemon a stomach ache, waste not want not ...
As for the rest, Rokurou merely shrugs, rubbing his neck as he glances upward, considering it. Why? It's not as though it matters so much, really, it's just that he feels like it. Would someone like Six accept an answer so simple? While they both tend to ruminate, between them, Rokurou is the one much more likely to let something go. ]
It's what I want to do, that's all. [ a pause— ] And ... I don't know. Maybe to show you that you don't have to be radiant to be worth it to someone.
[ Slowly, as he takes a sip of tea, ]
I've always liked the dark.
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he almost has no idea what to say.
the blush on his face conveys it way better than words can. ]
I... [ hello, six.exe is currently rebooting. ] I don't...
[ he's never going to get over how casually rokurou says it too. as if it's the most normal thing, to admit he finds six radiant in his own way. ]
... I want more curry.
[ this is the only way he can escape such an awkward conversation. he can only hope the daemon doesn't ask him what he was going to say. ]
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[ Rokurou stands, taking Six's bowl away with him to fill it back up with curry and rice. He doesn't mention how dark a shade of crimson the erune is blushing, or how he seems to have forgotten words—better to let it soak in, treat it seriously, because it is serious. That hadn't been ribbing, or teasing.
And whatever Six wanted to say, it'll come out when the time is right. When he's ready to say it.
Returning to the table, Rokurou places the bowl in front of Six and gives the man's hair another affectionate ruffle. ]
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what's more is he doesn't quite expect the hair ruffle again so he doesn't even have a chance to dodge it. his ears droop down, the picture-perfect representation of defeat. ]
Why do you keep doing that?
[ it's not because his ears are sort or anything. nothing to do with that at all. ]
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[ It takes him a second to realize what Six is talking about—and he keeps ruffling as he does. Stops when he does, but not before giving one of those airplaned ears a tweak. ]
Oh, this? I don't know. Guess it's just a habit when—[ someone's being cute, when he's feeling affectionate, both at once ]—... you know. I'm in a good mood.
[ He leaves Six to his curry, taking a seat across the table again. ]
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I can't even begin to imagine why you're in a good mood.
[ all that happened in the last few minutes is rokurou successfully confusing six even more, and he doesn't see that as something to be happy about, unless the daemon thinks it's a joyous occasion to continue to make no sense at all. still, he won't pursue any further explanation and just goes back to eating his share of curry. grumpily, because he's angy.
the pout will persist even as he shoves spoonful after spoonful of curry into his mouth. (don't mind him...) ]
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Then stands up, without warning, leaning across the table to grab Six's chin and jerk his face up. He meets their lips in a firm press, thumb digging into the erune's jaw to keep him steady.
When he finally allows it to break, it's with a little smirk. ]
Better good than bad, no?
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... You're incorrigible regardless of your mood so it makes no difference to me.
[ the guy didn't even let him finish his curry, alas. and now he has no appetite for it because he's! too! annoyed!! why is he always the one to get swept away— ]
Keep your hands and mouth to yourself.
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[ Look, he's sitting back down in his chair, putting his hands back on his cup where Six can see. Even if he wants to keep kissing him, lips tingling from that simple touch before, just begging for him to move forward again and make the second one deeper. ]
You made a cute face.
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[ as far as he knows, he didn't wear an expression that warranted being called as such, but who knows how the daemon's mind works. it always confuses him even at the best of times and he's long since stopped trying to make sense of it. ]
I don't see how it suits me.
[ not that he's asking for clarification, but he had to say it. ]
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[ Frankly, how is Six not cute? The way his voice changes pitch when he's embarrassed, the brightening of his face when he blushes, the pursing of his lips when he's annoyed or flustered ... they're all cute faces. Which is why his defense of Six making a cute face isn't a great one, when he's charmed by every single one the erune makes. ]
Hm... unless we could somehow trade places, I don't know if you'll understand.
[ He likes what he likes. That's not exactly easy to clarify or explain ....... and Six would probably just get annoyed if he tried. ]
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[ it's a recent change that he swapped that with its smaller version, a sign that he was becoming more comfortable around rokurou, but something about today prompts him to reconsider.
he doesn't think he'll go through with it but at least the thought is out there. it's the more comfortable course of action— more familiar and easier to enact. he's always been so quick to withdraw when things become too confusing.
after a while, he rises to a stand. ]
I shouldn't linger here for much longer. Thank you for the food.
[ rokurou can't use the same trick he'd pull on him at the noodle cart, right? ]
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Wait a minute. I'll get some packed up for you.
[ Six is free to come and go as he pleases, much as Rokurou might like him to stick around. But patience is a virtue, and courting Six is much like courting a stray cat. Push too hard, and he's likely to just push him away.
So Rokurou stands and packs up two bento boxes with left over curry, tying them both up and putting them into a paper bag with handles for the erune to carry home. ]
Here.
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of course, he's quick to fix his expression so he appears... wary at the very least. his eyes look over at the offered paper bag, hovering between the choice of whether to accept it or not before deciding to go with the former.
it would be more rude to decline it when he'd said he'll take leftovers earlier on, so he takes the offered back quietly. ]
I'll... bring back the bento boxes, when I'm done with them.
[ hopefully the other doesn't take offense over how he couldn't meet his mismatched gaze, already feeling too embarrassed as he is. he doesn't wait for a reply before he turns to head for the doorway. ]
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[ .... not that he'd ever turn down the chance to see Six, but he won't be missing those bento boxes too terribly.
Six moves toward the door and Rokurou follows to see him out, leaning against the doorframe as the erune readies himself to depart. The smile he wears is a soft one, little crinkle at the corner of his human eye to pair with the tenderness of the expression etched onto his face.
He'll forgive Six for not meeting his eyes, as long as Six forgives him for fond look. ]
Get home safe.
[ Offered with a little laugh, knowing full well the absurdity of Six crossing trouble and not swiftly dealing with it. He wouldn't even break a sweat. ]
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unfortunately for him, it's already too late to hide anything. he wonders how he even manages to remain standing still when every bit of him already wants to escape. ]
... Until next time.
[ nope, he isn't even going to address it, and just like before, he doesn't wait for rokurou to say anything else because he's already moving as quickly as possible without making it look like he wants to break out into a run. the curry would get jostled otherwise, and he hates the idea of it going to waste—
while he makes his way home, he tries not to think about how fast his heart is beating, if only because he knows it's just going to confuse him even more than he already is. ]
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If you still want that pizza, I'm free for the day. I promised Galo I'd bring him back some today, so either way I'll be going out.
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Oh yeah?
Good timing, I'm just wrapping up some training
Have you checked out level one yet?
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Well, fine. I'm not hurting for cash right now. Maybe I'll grab a slice with caviar on it.
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But there are a few restaurants that are perfectly reasonable
Caviar notwithstanding
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[When Lio did get the address, he made his way there pretty swiftly, at least for someone who didn't have his own ride just yet. He wasn't all dressed up or anything, but he was at least wearing something nice enough to not stand out on Level 1 - leather pants, shin-high leather boots with zippers and buckles, a thick leather jacket, pulled over top of a loose gray sweater. Honestly, with the way the weather was turning, it was probably too hot to wear most of that, but Lio was always cold, so it didn't really make a difference.
The only other noticable thing about him was the pair of blonde coyote ears that poked out from his hair, and the bright yellow eyes staring down at his phone. He tapped his foot while he waited for his not-a-date to show up.]
sorry for the delay!
A working man doesn't keep a not-a-date waiting; Lio doesn't have to wait long before a young man shows up, glancing around in tell-tale 'looking for someone you don't quite know' way.
Tall, dark, muscular. In contrast to Lio's fine blonde hair, Rokurou's is long and inky black, half swept across his face in a way that covers more inky black markings across his face and throat, tied off at the nape of his neck with its longest layer brushing the small of his back. His clothes are noticeably different than most, though he doesn't look uncomfortable sticking out—he sports a pair of loose lilac hakama, traditional socks and sandals, and a tight black undershirt with a layering of crosshatch leather armor at his midriff. The kimono that he usually wears is knotted at the waist, hanging around his hips and legs, embroidered with the fiery colors of red and orange, with a set of birds sprawled into sunset.
Probably too many layers, especially since he always runs on the warm side, but he isn't exactly human. Heat doesn't bother him.
Nor does waving a hand in a semi-salute at someone he doesn't know, offering a little toothy grin. ]
Lio?
text; it's tradition time baby!
[and 100 percent reason to remember the name]
the queen is BACK
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[which is in her bedroom, lounging in a loose t-shirt and her underwear (she remembers the purple pair just for him), reading some article on her device as she waits for him to bound through the door.]
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And that one (1) Rokurou Rangetsu wastes no time pile-driving himself onto her bed, flopping onto his back and spreading out beside her. ]
Hey there.
[ As he snakes an arm out to wrap her waist, pulling her onto his lap. ]
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Hey there to you too. Glad you could make it to the party!
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[ Especially when she's dressed like this—or, better yet, not dressed like this. When she straddles him, Rokurou runs his palms along her naked thighs, thumbs pressing in and up as they move toward the hem of her shirt. It's a slow, appreciative trail of rough calluses and blunt nails, one that pauses once he reaches the top of her legs. That's where his fingers curl in a light squeeze. ]
But I'm a bad guest—didn't bring a gift with me.
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Hmm, don't believe it. You brought yourself over, didn't you? That's more than enough of a gift for me.
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[ His grin widens and his breath quickens, little hitch drawn from the way her fingers flirt over his arms, and then shirt. Leaning up a little, the daemon cocks his head and does the stupidest thing he can think of—waggling his eyebrows—as he laughs, ]
If I'm the gift, you have to open me, right?
[ What could possibly be hiding beneath his sweats?? Not much a surprise when he's already turned on, half hard beneath her straddle. ]
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she leans down to meet his face, but keeps her lips off of his, barely, her restraint weak against him.] You know, I'm the sort to save the bow, take my time unwrapping gifts. [yet she feels him hardening under her, rolling her hips slowly against his.] But I'm really excited about this one. I think I might just let myself rip into the paper. What do you think, Rokurou? [his name is said with a sultry breathiness, hopefully getting a real rise out of him.]
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Rough hands snap and clamp onto hips, slide to grab her ass, before dragging her down against his groin for a harder roll. Barest restraint keep him from flipping them over, but curiosity of how she'd rip into that metaphorical paper keeps him on his back. Makes it easier for him to roll himself up against her, anyway, shape of his dick grinding between her legs.
He does surge up to catch her mouth against his, sealing that distance with a hard kiss before he mutters against her lips, all sandpaper grit— ]
Go ahead, tear it apart.
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but his voice-- rough, demanding-- sends her into a tizzy. he wants her to rip into him, and she won't deny him. she's not strong enough to literally tear the fabric off him, but her hands are reckless as she grabs at the neckline of his shirt, one hand pulling him up for another kiss as the other tries to work his pants, his undergarments off him. she wants to keep her body flush to his, but she'll never get him undressed that way, won't ever feel him deep in her if she keeps playing with their clothes on.
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Are you awake?
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I am.
What's up?
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I merely wanted to see if you were.
[ COLD FEET ]
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I'm just making some tea. I picked up a new blend recently, so I thought I'd try it now.
Peach and green tea.
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What do you think of it?
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A little sweet, a little tart. I like that sort of thing.
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Alright.
Do you want to come here?
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→ action.
[ because he's not planning on staying too long.
and soon enough, someone is knocking on rokurou's door. ]
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Resting his hip against the doorframe, the daemon offers the other man a lopsided smile. ]
Hey. Come on in.
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and then he leans forward to capture the daemon's lips in a simple kiss, one where he urges the other to open his mouth to deepen the kiss.
a bold move, coming from someone like him. ]
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[ Rokurou exhales a soft groan into that kiss, a little bit surprise but the rest all pleasure. A bold move indeed from someone like Six, which is why the daemon obeys without hesitation, drawn in by the suddenness of it all. How many times has Six initiated one? Rokurou could count the times on one hand.
Lips part, and the kiss deepens. His hands find themselves set on the small of Six's back, arms coiling around the erune in an embrace. ]
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the kiss lasts longer than it must, up until the erune has to break away for air. his face is flushed and heated, but the one eye that isn't hidden away by his mask is still alight with a determined flare. he goes back in for another kiss, and another—
and then he stops. ]
... Have a good night.
[ he peels away from rokurou's arms and turns to leave, halfway gone just as quickly as he arrived. ]
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[ Too fast, he's in the middle of another kiss, fingers are combing across his blight and earning another low groan, and then Six is gone. The daemon starts, stumbling to follow, but tripping and yeeting a slipper into the wall across from his door instead. ]
You just got here?!
[ —aaaand now he's all the way down the hall. What the hell...?! Did he come just for that? ]
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while it would have been worth it to see the daemon yeet a slipper away, he keeps going, hurried footsteps taking him further and further away from the other man. he doesn't quite understand what overcame him, what brought him to seek the other out like this and then leave him just as quickly—
but his heart feels a little lighter, almost as if he'd fulfilled whatever it had been craving. he continues to walk away, ignoring the million thoughts that are now racing through his mind. ]
text; un: shigeru
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Hey there!
A tattoo? Guess the kid did mention ink a while ago...
But, my input?