[Not long at all after Rokurou has been officially checked in to the resort, he receives a text to his Watch.]
[Most noticeable at first is the attachment; a pdf of a receipt from the resort's own Downy Feathers Drycleaning and Tailor, to the tune of 280 chips. Attached is a concise message:]
For that obi you savaged. Payment by chip transfer is due by end of week.
He studies the invoice for good minute before vividly recalling that he had indeed torn apart the other man’s clothing. Justly, he would argue, but having a debt irritates the responsibility burned into bone well before he became a daemon.
It won’t stop him from responding with displeasure, ]
[ Rokurou has just received 1 NEW MESSAGE right around dinner time! Or perhaps he's had dinner already? Either way, he's served the main course or his dessert with something nice and sweet.
That is to say, he's just received a photo from a new account (girlsnight). The angle is a little tilted, but the photo features Nami in white lingerie and Weiss in a black one. Although Weiss' bra might not be completely on her, when Nami's face is oh-so-close to her chest and she has Weiss' nipple in between her teeth. Weiss isn't looking at the camera, eyes closed because of what may have already happened prior to the shot, her hands on Nami's forearms, holding onto her and possibly coaxing for more. It looks like Nami's having a nice meal, too!
Rokurou has now become victim to the two girls having had their fair share of alcohol and are having fun with one another. After talking about some mutual cards they have and people they like, they've decided to have them join in on the fun. Congratulations!! (???) ]
[ It’s just an average evening in the resort for Rokurou Rangetsu. Train for six hours, wander around, have a drink at the bar, and then head back to his suite for some meditation while considering how to enhance his training for tomorrow. When his watch alerts with a message, to say that the’s caught off guard and dumbfounded is an understatement.
He stares at the photo. And stares. And stares. And stares some more. Then, slowly, taps his finger on the screen and clicks save to folder.
Then, once he steps inside his suite and isn’t blankly standing while staring at his watch in the hallway like a giant oaf, that new username is going to receive a video call request.
Victim? Perhaps. Please come and torment him some more~ with such shocking images~ iyaaa ]
[ In the odd hours of the night, a small, glass bottle complete with instructions and a doodle will be left in front of Rokurou's door, delivered by Aak, as requested by Tomura. Maybe he picked a random number and the unfortunate guinea pig just ended up being Ro. Maybe he was trying to have it delivered to someone else but he got the room number wrong. If Ro doesn't want to keep the crawlers away, maybe an NPC will even helpfully give his room the dousing treatment, considering the number of crawler corpses they must have seen in front of this door during the hoard's peak.
It takes Tomura few days to follow up on who received that "gift." Look, it just wasn't really a priority, and usually side effects need a few days to kick in anyway. And once he realizes his... not necessarily mistake, but he doesn't really have anything against Rangetsu either, it takes him another couple days to decide if he really wants to do anything about this... Hey, if user @/a hasn't died or been hospitalized, it's probably not that big of a deal. So he waffles on it for a suitable amount of time before finally texting Rangetsu, several days after bug spray delivery. ]
has anything weird happened to your body recently
[ What a good and charming conversation starter! ]
[ As a swordsman and man of duty, Rokurou would never look a gift from a secret admirer horse in the face. While the crawlers pose no problem for him, he does enjoy pleasantly scented incense—which is precisely what he believes the compound to be when he sprays it around his room and enjoys the smell while straightening up and folding laundry. How nice. ✨
There is less joy when the side effect kicks in a few days later. The slow onset had mainly consisted of a tender chest and nipples sensitive to even the rustle of his clothing. Strange, but not alarming. But waking up to some cloudy liquid staining his t-shirt had shot ease into confusion and alarm. He’s in the middle of pathetically pressing twin balls of paper towels to his chest when Tomura’s message alerts on his watch. ]
How did you know? I’m leaking. I don’t know what to do? Help?
ITS SUMMER 🌞 TIME ⏰ MY LITTLE 🍆 COCKATOOS!!😩😩😩 and you know 👌🏽 what that means 😉 its time to get hot 😩 and sweaty OWL 🦉 day long. 🌞😩 so pull out your peaCOCKS 🦚 and get ready for this sCUMmer 🍆 fun!!! 🏖️ From 6️⃣ in the morning 💯 to 9️⃣ at night 💯 you can 🎉 expect the sun to 😉FUCK😍 your skin up 👊🏾 DON'T GET DUCKED!!! 🦆 Put on your CUMblock 💦 and your SLUTTIEST 👒hat🎩 because the sun 🌞 rays will BLOW 🌪 you away 😗💨 Look out for STEAMING 💦😫 CUMMIES in the sun 🌞 DADDY'S 😩 day was yesterday, today is for you 😩😩 Go out and tan ur fat ass 🍑🍑🍑 while you peliCAN 🦢 and get ready to 🐦 SWALLOW not spit 😉!!! Send this to🖐🏾ten🖐🏾 of your HOTTEST 🙌 CHICKS AND COCKS 🐤 If you get 0️⃣ back then ur a cold ❄️🌨❄️ ass HAWKward 🐦 SNOWMAN ⛄️ If u get 5️⃣ back then u a WARM 😫 spring day but ☝🏽️ If u get 1️⃣0️⃣ back then u get 💦 ALL 💦 CUMMIES 💦 Enjoy ur summer HOTTIE ☺️🙏🏽
[ Answer for his sins? Noooo, we’re about to have some nice wholesome bonding between men. Which is why, when the daemon opens the door, it’s all smiles. ]
You really came. Come in, come in.
[ His room isn’t big but it is bigger than those rank 2 rooms. And, despite his energy, his room is clean and neat. Go figure. ]
[ on the morning of december 25, which hua cheng has come to understand is christmas day, a knock on the door will herald the arrival of a gift. it's nestled in a box and wrapped in paper of his signature crimson and tied with a gold ribbon, both very auspicious colors for such an auspicious(?) holiday!
the box contains two jars of excellent rice wine, one etched with a caricature of rokurou and the other etched with a caricature of hua cheng. each of the wines is also imbued with a spell, which is described on a paper tag hanging from the neck of the jar: the one with rokurou's picture on it will increase vigor and stamina, and the one with hua cheng's picture will increase libido and sensitivity. there are also two stoneware cups to accompany the jars, both of them glazed a lovely deep red color.
along with the jars of wine is a brief note from hua cheng, in his neatest and most legible handwriting. ]
Sixth son —
More jars for your collection. May we drink together again one day!
Hello, Rokurou; my apologies for messaging you with a request after it's been so long since we last spoke, but I'm afraid I've been a bit busy. I wanted to ask you something to do with swords - Makoto suggested you may be the person to speak to.
We can also speak in person, if you'd prefer; since I've started to make some money here, I'd be happy to buy you a drink or meal, as well.
Oh, hey there! You can message me whenever you want. I'm always up for talking. Don't really need to sleep much, so I'm usually around, unless I'm training. Especially when it comes to swords.
Ask me, ask me, what's the question? I know a great deal about different kinds of blades and sword styles.
[On the morning of the first, a homemade postcard on high quality paper slides itself under Rokurou's door. On the front is a piece of highly stylized calligraphy. On the back, in more standard but still extremely nice handwriting:]
Happy New Year!
Thank you for all your support last year. I look forward to working together again in the future. For the record, this is a greeting card.
Natori
[which means he was fucking lying when he said that he doesn't make his own!!]
I'm putting petplay in here and you can't stop me!!
[A finger hooks into the bell-adorned collar that had been forced onto Ro's thick throat and tugs, twice, to test its snugness. The knuckle, curled, digs right into his Adam's apple; that is not by accident. Little is, with the exorcist.]
It suits you, [He purrs indulgently, smug that the man has been reduced to a pet for his pleasure once again, and a feline at that. Although he certainly thinks the man is truly more suited to a loyal pooch's position, he had been fun when overtaken by the feline persuasion before, hadn't he?]
[Matoba sits primly atop Rokurou like he's conquered him, legs splayed on either side of his strong torso, staring down like a predator that's pounced its meal.] Perhaps I will make use of it again. [He thinks he saw a leash on the wall- he turns his head to glance at the various toys, one of which has already been inserted into Ro by the staff and trails under him on the bed. Delightful. He reaches up, unhooking his finger from the collar, to pinch the tip of a fake ear instead.] Ah, maybe that's more suited to your time as a mutt, though...
[ It’s as if Matoba has a sixth sense for all things feline. The one person Rokurou had wanted to avoid after getting in trouble with the staff and forced into the position of pet had found him too quickly, as if he had known the daemon would be dragged off for punishment.
Rokurou grunts, lip curing when Matoba tugs at the cute collar snug around his neck. The bell jingles, a bright sound in stark contrast with the scowl darkening the daemon’s face. An expression that crinkles as Matoba reaches to toy with a fake ear, pure black to match his hair. ]
You’re enjoying this too much.
[ A prickly response as Rokurou grabs Matoba’s waist and rolls them both over, trying to take the high ground and the position of top straddle for himself. An unfortunate consequence of the motion is how the butt plus jostles on his ass; his eyebrow twitches and he bites the inside of his cheek, refusing to allow Matoba the pleasure of seeing his face when the toy jabs into his prostate.
The way he’s looking down his nose after shoving Matoba’s back into the mattress would be more intimidating if not for the fluffy ears, pink collar with bell, and paw gloves. ]
un: matoba [text/attached pdf] deflowers this inbox like I'm gonna deflower this man
[Most noticeable at first is the attachment; a pdf of a receipt from the resort's own Downy Feathers Drycleaning and Tailor, to the tune of 280 chips. Attached is a concise message:]
For that obi you savaged. Payment by chip transfer is due by end of week.
Matoba.
un: swords
He studies the invoice for good minute before vividly recalling that he had indeed torn apart the other man’s clothing. Justly, he would argue, but having a debt irritates the responsibility burned into bone well before he became a daemon.
It won’t stop him from responding with displeasure, ]
You’re kidding, right? This is way too expensive!
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text, un: angel
I found a theatre where we can watch a movie! Are you free later?
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un: girlsnight
That is to say, he's just received a photo from a new account (girlsnight). The angle is a little tilted, but the photo features Nami in white lingerie and Weiss in a black one. Although Weiss' bra might not be completely on her, when Nami's face is oh-so-close to her chest and she has Weiss' nipple in between her teeth. Weiss isn't looking at the camera, eyes closed because of what may have already happened prior to the shot, her hands on Nami's forearms, holding onto her and possibly coaxing for more. It looks like Nami's having a nice meal, too!
Rokurou has now become victim to the two girls having had their fair share of alcohol and are having fun with one another. After talking about some mutual cards they have and people they like, they've decided to have them join in on the fun. Congratulations!! (???) ]
Slamming his face into the “video call” button
He stares at the photo. And stares. And stares. And stares some more. Then, slowly, taps his finger on the screen and clicks save to folder.
Then, once he steps inside his suite and isn’t blankly standing while staring at his watch in the hallway like a giant oaf, that new username is going to receive a video call request.
Victim? Perhaps. Please come and torment him some more~ with such shocking images~ iyaaa ]
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delivery → un: pressf [text]
It takes Tomura few days to follow up on who received that "gift." Look, it just wasn't really a priority, and usually side effects need a few days to kick in anyway. And once he realizes his... not necessarily mistake, but he doesn't really have anything against Rangetsu either, it takes him another couple days to decide if he really wants to do anything about this... Hey, if user @/a hasn't died or been hospitalized, it's probably not that big of a deal. So he waffles on it for a suitable amount of time before finally texting Rangetsu, several days after bug spray delivery. ]
has anything weird happened to your body recently
[ What a good and charming conversation starter! ]
cw: lactation…
There is less joy when the side effect kicks in a few days later. The slow onset had mainly consisted of a tender chest and nipples sensitive to even the rustle of his clothing. Strange, but not alarming. But waking up to some cloudy liquid staining his t-shirt had shot ease into confusion and alarm. He’s in the middle of pathetically pressing twin balls of paper towels to his chest when Tomura’s message alerts on his watch. ]
How did you know?
I’m leaking.
I don’t know what to do?
Help?
cw lactation ∞ sorry ro....
it's ok............ tomura is evil hot............so can be forgiven
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un: meltokiho
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You really came. Come in, come in.
[ His room isn’t big but it is bigger than those rank 2 rooms. And, despite his energy, his room is clean and neat. Go figure. ]
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un: matoba | text (mid-July event)
You have been upgraded to: 6♣️ by: Matoba Seiji.
Matoba Seiji included a message:
If you're going to insist on holding me hostage in your room so often, you're going to need a better room.
un: swords
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( 12/25 ) — xmas ding dong ditch
the box contains two jars of excellent rice wine, one etched with a caricature of rokurou and the other etched with a caricature of hua cheng. each of the wines is also imbued with a spell, which is described on a paper tag hanging from the neck of the jar: the one with rokurou's picture on it will increase vigor and stamina, and the one with hua cheng's picture will increase libido and sensitivity. there are also two stoneware cups to accompany the jars, both of them glazed a lovely deep red color.
along with the jars of wine is a brief note from hua cheng, in his neatest and most legible handwriting. ]
Sixth son —
More jars for your collection. May we drink together again one day!
— Third son
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[ Did he ask for this no? Is she too bored to care? Yes. ]
I’m crying this is a real video
it was a whole tiktok trend!
When you realize your character doesn’t know what a dinosaur is
sob true, eizen would have monologed about them like he did plumbing if so
a shame we don’t have one for that reason alone
obviously the biggest reason
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un: toma | text
We can also speak in person, if you'd prefer; since I've started to make some money here, I'd be happy to buy you a drink or meal, as well.
text, un: swords
Ask me, ask me, what's the question? I know a great deal about different kinds of blades and sword styles.
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paper card
Happy New Year!
Thank you for all your support last year. I look forward to working together again in the future. For the record, this is a greeting card.
Natori
[which means he was fucking lying when he said that he doesn't make his own!!]
I'm putting petplay in here and you can't stop me!!
It suits you, [He purrs indulgently, smug that the man has been reduced to a pet for his pleasure once again, and a feline at that. Although he certainly thinks the man is truly more suited to a loyal pooch's position, he had been fun when overtaken by the feline persuasion before, hadn't he?]
[Matoba sits primly atop Rokurou like he's conquered him, legs splayed on either side of his strong torso, staring down like a predator that's pounced its meal.] Perhaps I will make use of it again. [He thinks he saw a leash on the wall- he turns his head to glance at the various toys, one of which has already been inserted into Ro by the staff and trails under him on the bed. Delightful. He reaches up, unhooking his finger from the collar, to pinch the tip of a fake ear instead.] Ah, maybe that's more suited to your time as a mutt, though...
meow meow meow
Rokurou grunts, lip curing when Matoba tugs at the cute collar snug around his neck. The bell jingles, a bright sound in stark contrast with the scowl darkening the daemon’s face. An expression that crinkles as Matoba reaches to toy with a fake ear, pure black to match his hair. ]
You’re enjoying this too much.
[ A prickly response as Rokurou grabs Matoba’s waist and rolls them both over, trying to take the high ground and the position of top straddle for himself. An unfortunate consequence of the motion is how the butt plus jostles on his ass; his eyebrow twitches and he bites the inside of his cheek, refusing to allow Matoba the pleasure of seeing his face when the toy jabs into his prostate.
The way he’s looking down his nose after shoving Matoba’s back into the mattress would be more intimidating if not for the fluffy ears, pink collar with bell, and paw gloves. ]
If I’m a cat, then what are you? A rat?
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