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“Yes eighty, if you’d have twisted any more to the left when they struck you then it’d be far more than that”  

Ryuken sighed his impatience, watching his patient process the last few minutes with a look of panic on his face. A more sympathetic man might have felt sorry for the guy, one without a hospital to run, might and the risk this man posed to mitigate, might have been more willing to offer a more comforting bedside manner. Ryuken was neither of these people and he stayed unremittingly sharp, issuing his discreet warning as he bustled about the room, following it with a far harsher scolding than many medics would give their patients. The young man looked on in disbelief, his whole expression suggesting a man scrabbling for some kind of explanation about just how he knew this stuff and what kind of threat Ryuken might pose. He could understand that, Ryuken thought, knowing the rarely considered hazards of being in hiding all too well.  

“You know what you are as well as I do” he rebuked , wondering why this man couldn’t see the realities of the situation and the risks he’d decided to take “I might not have a name for you or an in-depth understanding of your situation, but I do know we found drugs in your system and enough alcohol to incapacitate someone twice your size. For one in hiding, you needlessly let your guard drop and in the process, made yourself my hospital’s problem”  

He let out a harrumph, looked at the figure languishing on the bed before adding something that he knew would probably address the most pressing matter for his patient.  

“Although if you’re worried about me betraying your location to those you’d rather stay hidden from, then you may as well know it’s not my intention to either betray you or attract more Shinigami to this town”  

He picked up the chart, aware of the other man’s reiatsu finally withdrawing enough so it couldn’t be traced. He heard the little groan and wondered if it was being put on for his benefit, an effort to garner sympathy or  

“You’ll be sore for a while” he commented, eyes still scanning the chart, placing back with a clink on the end of the bed once done “but there’s no need to play to the crowd for sympathy”

The next question was more reasonable and one Ryuken could give an answer to. He’d been the one to treat this man, knew the extent of his injuries and just how long something like this would keep him confined to a hospital bed. They were agreed on this, Ryuken had no desire to have a risk like this one here any longer than he needed to be.  

“You’ll be free to go when I’m satisfied that doing so won’t see you come back here in a worse state”

He approached the patient once more, all business now that he was aware of the general situation, and prepared to go through the standard post treatment examinations.  

“sit up, I need to look at your wound”  

Shinji’s gritted his teeth together and his jaw clamped shut tight like a vice. He hated this doctor’s phrasing. It made him nervous. It made him wary as hell and skeptical as fuck. It would have been one thing if he’d said if the knife had gone in a few inches to the right or if the wound was a little further in, but he’d said something else. He’d talked about the way Shinji must have moved during this fight - indeed, the way Shinji had moved during this fight - and his analysis was exactly accurate. Either this guy had been around his fair share of combat wounds, or he’d gotten into some pretty serious scrapes himself. Neither possibility comforted Shinji very much.

And so, he made his play. He did a good job, and he knew it. His story was believable. His pain was real, and even though Shinji wasn’t used to showing where he stung, he knew that he was expressing that part believably enough, too.

The doctor, however, refused to be convinced, which was annoying. The comment about the quantity of drugs and alcohol made him scoff, and the scoffing made his side hurt like hell again, and after he winced and let out another yelp of pain, he pinned the doctor with his gaze again. “...fass’metabolism,” he slurred, pronouncing the words as sloppily as he could. “Lookit me. Fuckin’... look. I process shit fast. Gotta down a lotta shit if I’mma get high. Mkay?”

The words that stung the most, though, were the ones about dropping his guard. It was true. Shinji had been stupid. Really stupid. But if this asshole only knew what Shinji had been through... if he only understood how rarely Shinji took time like this for himself... if he only understood that this was practically the only way Shinji had been able to escape, ever since...

And then, the doctor hit the nail on the head. Shinji wasn’t worried for his own sake, obviously. There were others on the line here, others who relied on him and looked to him. If Shinji fell as a result of his own carelessness, that would be frustrating, but Shinji would be able to stomach it. But if any of the others so much as stubbed their little toes because of something Shinji forgot about, he’d feel guilty for the rest of his life, and he knew that he would be right to. 

Shinji had nothing to say to the doctor about that. Not now. Not yet.

The doctor seemed content enough to let the matter slip, for now. He took a look at what was probably the Human World’s excuse for an accurate medical chart for someone like Shinji, and then actually answered the question Shinji asked. He answered poorly, and vaguely, but Shinji decided to accept it for now. He gritted his teeth again, and nodded. 

“Can ya make it so I get outta quick?” he said, still slurring his words a little for good measure, just in case. He paused, he hoped that the doctor would pick up on the layers in what he said next. “There’s folks who need me home, y’see. All kinds’a folks.”

A wave of tiredness hit Shinji like a ton of bricks after that. He didn’t fight the doctor when he asked Shinji to sit up, and as he complied as best he could. His fists clenched at his sides, and his heartbeat sped up all of a goddamn sudden, and he felt sweat break out on his brow with the effort. His eyes slipped closed. He let his posture sag, and let his head drop onto his chest. This hurt like hell, but he was done being dramatic about it. It was as he’d said: he needed to get out of here, quick.

Especially, that was, since this guy knew Shinji’s deal - or at least part of it. 

Shinji needed to learn more, but knew that it might be necessary to take this guy out, somehow, sometime. And he couldn’t exactly if he couldn’t even stand up straight.

𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 // 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒋𝒊 & 𝒓𝒚𝒖𝒖𝒌𝒆𝒏

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ambivilant-quincy‌: 

“Yes stitches”

Despite the obvious panic in his patient, Ryuken kept his voice calm and low. He might never be praised for the warmest bedside manner or sympathetic disposition, but keeping calm in the heat of the moment was something he could do well. Irritation could be easily pushed down and out of sight when there were more pressing matters to attend to. The man was understandably weak considering what he’d been through, and his initial resistance quickly gave way to the defeated kind of compliance you got from these kinds of reluctant patients. He went back into the pillows easily enough, crying out as his injury reminded him just why he was there. It was a cry that made him sound far younger than he looked and more vulnerable than someone like him had any right to be. It might have pulled on the heartstrings of someone who didn’t have a job to do.

“eighty of them in fact, and you’re in danger of tearing them all if you don’t keep still”

He didn’t answer the question about just how bad things were, just brushed passed it in favour of beginning his assessment. In truth the state they’d found him in had been less than brilliant but there were positive signs now. He’d been through an unpleasent experince, but his injuries weren’t life chnaging. He’d live to see another day. 

Oh?

It was then he felt it. The telltale inching away of spiritual pressure that suggested this man knew it was unwise to  give too much away and was attempting what damage limitation he could. The doctor, shot the other man a somewhat piercing look.

“Now, it’s a little too late for that don’t you think?”

It was a pointed statement, giving away that he knew what this patient was doing and why. If he’d wished to keep his identity to himself then the time was long gone for dampening down spiritual pressure and hoping for the best. Anyone who knew anything about this stuff would have been able to sense this man and his unusual reiastu down in the entrance lobby. He was a strong one too, no doubt about it; captain or lieutenant without a doubt, although Ryuken couldn’t say for sure which one. Strong enough to be a risk, he decided, and probably knew it.  

“if you’re hoping to hide just what you are from anything dangerous or curious then it would have been wise to do so before allowing yourself to be ambushed”

He adjusted his glasses, reached for the chart at the end of his patient’s bed and opened it; scanning the last few hours of observations with a frown.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if they could sense your presence a street or two from here”

“...eighty?” Shinji repeated, his face going slack in disbelief. “Jesus Christ. This sucks.”

He wasn’t only talking about the injury or the stitches, obviously, not that this doctor was likely to guess as much. Shinji’s brow furrowed. He was stuck, far as he could tell. What the hell was he supposed to do? He didn’t have any way of contacting his companions back at the warehouse, and the thought of Hiyori or Kisuke or any of the rest barging blindly out into the streets, worried sick and hell-bent on finding him, made Shinji’s stomach drop. What if their fear kept them from being responsible about their spiritual pressure? What if they got themselves captured, or killed, or worse? What if, through some unimaginably cruel twist of fate, they managed to announce their presences to Sōsuke, or to some other party back in Soul Society? The possibilities were endless, and Shinji didn’t like a single one of them. 

There was only one thing he could do for now, and that was to handle his own reiatsu. He closed his eyes, certain that the doctor would take that as a sign of fatigue and nothing more, and slowly reeled his energy in. Under other circumstances, Shinji would have chastised himself for being so careless with his reiatsu in the first place - but every part of his energy had needed to lash out and work overtime to keep him alive, and Shinji couldn’t really find fault in that. It was inconvenient, but understandable. It just mean that Shinji had to freakin’ jump on it now, and get it dealt with.

But before he could finish the process, a series of cold, clinical words made his heart freeze.

Shinji’s guts jolted, but he was pretty sure that his face had remained still. “...th’ fuck?” he slurred, playing up the clumsiness in his speech on purpose. People who were weak, or under the influence of pain medication, or both, usually had a damn hard time telling a good lie, and Shinji knew that his best bet was to pick one story, stick to it, and convince the doctor that he was being honest. “What’re you talkin’ about? I was just at a fuckin’ jazz show... I was just goin’ home...” 

His reiatsu was contained now, and Shinji let the muscles in his stomach, which had tightened with the effort, relax. Weirdly, that hurt even more, and he gasped, and he felt his stupid, closed eyes beginning to water. “Ow,” he murmured, and then let out a few more groans of pain - exaggerated, sure, but not entirely fake. 

Questions were whirling in his head like crazy, and Shinji was using this little show of pain to buy himself time. A few questions were more pressing than all the others: Who the hell was this doctor, that he could sense spiritual pressure like that? How much did he actually know about the unconventional, spliced-together makeup of Shinji’s soul? Whose side was he on? Did he know anyone in Soul Society? 

But, obviously, Shinji couldn’t ask these questions. If he wanted answers, he wasn’t going to get them directly, and certainly not while this doctor had him as good as pinned to a bed. Instead, he chose a question that any patient might ask - a normal, human patient, say, with a normal, human soul and a normal, human lifespan. “How long,” he said through gritted teeth, “til I can get the fuck outta here?” 

𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 // 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒋𝒊 & 𝒓𝒚𝒖𝒖𝒌𝒆𝒏

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Kisuke couldn’t help but roll his eyes at his companions protest, a small smile playing on his lips. Not many people thought of him as a good guy. Not even himself. Just for tonight, he supposed he could play the part of a good guy– if only to keep the other from going on a drunk, raging tangent. Soon Shinji’s breathing shifted and soft snoring filled the room. It was both odd and comforting. Kisuke was quite use to the silence and constantly being left to his own thoughts— however it was different tonight. Shinji’s snores and soft mumbling kept the room from falling into deafening silence while every time Kisuke’s mind began to wander, the other shifted and brought him back to the present. It was different.

It was rather amusing how Shinji was in constant movement, much like when the man is awake. He couldn’t quite sit still, but he never strayed too far from Kisuke– always making sure there was some skin contact. If Kisuke tried to shift away then Shinji would find an awkward way to slither closer to him. It was enough to make Kisuke chuckle. Eventually, Kisuke’s own eyes felt too heavy and the blonde drifted off into a rather dreamless sleep– a small smile on his face. Would it be bad if he got used to this?

He was in that state of half awake and half asleep. The beautiful moment where your body was just floating without a care. For once, Kisuke was completely relaxed and well rested. He did not remember the last time he got a pleasant nights sleep. While distracted by his musings, Kisuke felt someone slide closer to his and bury their face into his chest. It was weird to have someone so close while he was vulnerable, but for some reason he felt safe all the same. A soft groan of pretest was pulled from his chest as he began to wake up more– losing the delightful state of half consciousness.

His hand came to rest on his companion’s head, briefly recalling that Shinji had crashed in his bed, and began to stroke the bed mused hair. Kisuke assumed that the other was having a hard time getting settled again and was trying to comfort Shinji to the best of his barely awake self. “Shhh, it’s okay. Nothing is going to hurt you here.” His voice came out like gravel as sleep fought to take hold of him. Kisuke struggled to reject it as he threw his free arm over his face to block out the light. His head ached slightly, but nothing compared to what could have been. He shuddered at the memory of drinking with Yoruichi.

“It is much too bright. I need to install better curtains.”

A low groan met Shinji’s ears, and even though he knew that it almost certainly wasn’t too loud in reality, the sound hit his pounding head like a gods-damned sledgehammer. Shinji released a low, weak groan of his own in reply. Light was one thing, and sound was another, but handling the two of them together was proving to be an exercise in keeping his skull from splitting apart. 

He squeezed his eyes shut. As if that’ll actually help, idiot. Tch. He was starting to lose hope of ever feeling even quasi-normal again - when, all of a sudden, a gentle hand met his head. It didn’t make any sense, but somehow, as that hand started to stroke through his mussed-up hair, Shinji actually felt his body starting to settle again. The muscles of his face relaxed, and he groaned again, another weak, little sound, but this time, it was one of relief. Dimly, he registered words, in that stretched, gravelly tone that always gripped Kisuke’s voice when he was just waking up. And strangely, even that smacked of relief to Shinji. What the fuck is up with me, eh...?

He let out a quick bark of laughter, and instantly regretted it when pain stabbed through his head. “...I’ll say,” he managed, his own voice almost as rough and ragged as Kisuke’s. “Fuck, man. I ain’t one to judge, but this whole room could use a face lift.”

He pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes again and rolled sideways, wrenching himself out of Kisuke’s arms in the process. He’d made a big enough fool of himself in these past several hours, he was pretty sure. He didn’t need to compound it by clinging to Kisuke like a little kid, or - gods forbid - a lover.

“Imma clear outta here,” he mumbled. “Didn’t mean to be a pain in your ass last night, man.”

A̴ ̴S̴u̴r̴p̴r̴i̴s̴e̴ ̴i̴n̴ ̴B̴e̴d̴

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Saxophonist

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Said During D&D Starter Meme

Wine isn’t flammable enough. You need vodka or something.

Am I allowed to dance on her grave?

Look, I’m all for destroying things, but…

Are you still on the ceiling?

Are you /more/ or /less/ undead than [name]?

If you’re still alive by then, go ahead.

I will explain nothing. You must discover.

I know it was rude, okay?

I’m not happy about this, okay? I don’t like hurting people!

How many miles per hour is that?

There’s blood everywhere!

What’s a good song for this situation?

Will you seek revenge?

This is a family-friendly establishment, sir.

This is the third time you’ve run away over the course of this fight, if you’re keeping track.

That doesn’t count as a costume, it’s just a hat.

He’s all talk. He’s never actually killed you.

Wait, do you not have any money?

Well, maybe the demon has devoured multiple people.

He is not a scaredy cat.

None of us came here to fight a vampire.

What happened? Where are you?

Who did she get murdered by?

The vampire killed her, but not with his mouth.

You killed her! You set the fire she died in!

Doesn’t he know that tweets can be 140 characters?

Are there any other figures of authority?

This entire town wants to kill me, so I owe them nothing.

Wolves aren’t necessarily considered townsfolk. Can they vote?

Who do you report to?

These people don’t like us.

I don’t know what we can even do to help them.

That’s not my name and you know it.

This is by far the worst contract I have ever been on.

Now everybody wants to steal!

I’m not a thief, I’m a lady. And an arsonist.

It’s a bonfire.

Is the frog a good guy or a bad guy?

I feel like we’ve accomplished nothing.

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Shinji vs hollows from Can’t Fear Your Own World II.

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Send one of the following for your muse to...

❤  - kiss my muse on the (specify area)

✂ - backhand my muse across the face

✉ - confess a secret to my muse (specify secret!)

Δ  - point a weapon at my muse

☮ - interact with my muse’s pet

♔ - tell my muse to (sit/kneel/lie down/etc)

★ - praise my muse for a recent accomplishment or action

☀ - ask my muse to stay the night

☂ - pull my muse indoors, out of the rain/snow/storm

Add ‘reverse’ for my muse to do it to yours instead!

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Friends who get into trouble sentence starters

“I called someone to bail us out last time. It’s your turn.”

“We probably shouldn’t do this.”

“See you say it’ll be fine? But, something tells me it won’t be.”

“Okay, but they are gonna be so pissed when they see what we did to this place.”

“We probably shouldn’t have tried to surf on the mattress down the stairs..”

“I can’t believe we just prank called him/her. What are we like twelve?”

“Let’s just tell them that the dog did it.”

“I’m picking the lock. But, I just realized that I’m not a detective and this is a hair pin I found in my glovebox.”

“Do you think that alarm means that we’re caught?”

“I’ll fill the bucket with water and you distract him/her while I dump it on their head.”

“This is exactly what we need–a  night out. Let’s go crazy!!”

“Honestly, I think the car looks better after we crashed it.”

“I rang this guy/girls doorbell and ran away really fast??? And they found me.”

“Why is there a giant teddy bear wearing lingerie in my bath tub?”

“Oh my god, why is there an unconscious man/woman on the floor?!”

“We were supposed to be cooking. But, it looks like a murder occurred in here.”

“We broke the window. I think someone is going to notice.”

“I can’t believe we’re trying to climb through a window to get back a pair of your panties/underwear.”

“Shh, they’ll hear us. This is a terrible idea. You are lucky I love you.”

“That cop did not find it as funny as we did.”

“I told you not to hum the law and order theme song while we were being given a speeding ticket!!”

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               WEAPON  BASED  SENTENCE   PROMPTS  .

            A VARIETY & MIXTURE OF USE OF WEAPONS PROMPTS,   TRIGGERS MAY APPLY; BLOOD, WEAPONRY, ETC.                 CHANGE PRONOUNS AS NEEDED / FITTING .

  i.       knives.

❛     is   that   a   knife   behind   your   back?     ❜

❛     how   many  knives  do   you   own?    ❜

❛     i’m   not   interested   in   seeing   your   knife   collection.     ❜

❛     do  you  ever   not   want   to   stab   someone?    ❜

❛     you  stabbed  me!    ❜

❛     it’s   the   biggest   knife   i   found  in   the   kitchen.      ❜

❛     don’t   stab   me!    ❜

❛     why   do   you   have  so   many   knives?     ❜

❛     i’ve  got   a   knife   collection.     ❜

❛     my   knife   is   bigger   than   yours.      ❜

❛     why   are   you   holding   a   knife–   a  bloody   knife  ..      ❜

❛     does  that  knife   have  blood  on   it?    ❜

❛     why  would  you  give  me   your   knife?   ❜

❛     that’s   a   pretty   cool   knife,   where’d   you   get   it?    ❜

❛     you  went  a   little   stab   crazy.   ❜

❛     did   you   hear   about   that   stabbing?   ❜

❛     you   tried   to   stab  me!    ❜

❛     you  threatened   to   stab   me!   ❜

  ii.       guns.

❛     hey,   that’s   not   a   toy,   put   it   down.     ❜

❛     where   did   you   get   all   these   guns?    ❜

❛     i   don’t   know   how   to   use   one   of   these   things.     ❜

❛     i’m   not   sure   if   having   a   gun   is   a   good   idea.    ❜

❛     don’t   point   that   thing   at    me!    ❜

❛     you  point   that   thing   at   me   you   better   pull   the   trigger.      ❜

❛     don’t   shoot!    ❜

❛     what’s   the  gun   for?     ❜

❛     you   with   a   gun   is   a   dangerous   thing.     ❜

❛     maybe   you   can   teach   me   to   shoot.      ❜

❛     can   you   teach  me   how   to   shoot?      ❜

❛     is   the   safety   on   that   thing?    ❜

❛     who   shot   you?   ❜

❛     watch   where   you   point   that   thing.      ❜

❛     you   almost   shot   me!   ❜

❛     did   you   hear   about   that   shooting?   ❜

❛     you've   been   shot!    ❜

❛     you  shot   someone!   ❜

  iii.       swords.

❛      you   really   don’t   want   to   dual   me.     ❜

❛      you’re   pretty   good   with   a   sword.      ❜

❛     you’re  the  best   swordsman/woman  i   know.     ❜

❛     why   is   there   a   sword   on   your   wall?   ❜

❛     where’s   my   sword!    ❜

❛     i  thought  you   had   the   sword.      ❜

❛     put  the  sword   down!    ❜

❛     dare  to  dual?     ❜

❛     this   is   the   last   sword   fight   you’ll   ever   have.     ❜

❛     i’m  in   need  of   a  sword.      ❜

❛     can   you   teach  me   how   to   use   a  sword?      ❜

❛     is  this  how   you   hold   it?    ❜

❛     you  use   my   own  sword  against  me?   ❜

❛     that   isn’t   how   to   hold   it   right.      ❜

❛     give   me   your   sword!   ❜

❛     you   really   want   a   sword?   ❜

❛     what   are  you   doing   with   a   sword?    ❜

❛     where’d   you   learn   to   use   a   sword?     ❜

  iv.       axes.

❛      why  do   you   always   carry   around   an   ax?     ❜

❛      what’s  with  the  ax?      ❜

❛      i’ve   got   an   ax   and   i’m   not   afraid   to   use   it.     ❜

❛      i   thought   axes   were   for   chopping   wood.     ❜

❛      this   ax   here,   it   chops  more  than   wood.    ❜

❛      i   need   to   use   the   ax   for   something.       ❜

❛      where  the   hell   is   my   ax?    ❜

❛     what  are  you   doing  with   that   ax?     ❜

❛     the  ax   is   missing.     ❜

❛     guess   i’ll   need  a   new   ax.      ❜

❛     who   keeps   an   ax   in   the   city?      ❜

❛     does  that  ax  have  blood  on   it?    ❜

❛     what’s   with   the   ax?   ❜

❛     please   help  me!   someone   is   chasing   me   with   an   ax.      ❜

❛     drop  the  ax!   ❜

❛     are  you  going  to  hurt  someone  with  that  ax?   ❜

❛     funny  thing,  ax  is  gone.   just  vanished.    ❜

❛     did  you  take  my  ax?     ❜

  v.       whips.

❛      you   really   are   amazing  with  that  whip.     ❜

❛      do   you   even   know   how   to   use   a   whip?      ❜

❛      who   knew   you   having   a   whip   as   a   weapon   would   be   attractive.     ❜

❛      pretty   quick   with   that   whip   there.     ❜

❛      careful,  he/she/they   have   a   whip!    ❜

❛      i   only   saw   the   whip,   not   the   person   handling   it.      ❜

❛      put  the  whip  down!    ❜

❛     what  is   that,  a  whip?     ❜

❛     your  whip  excites  me.     ❜

❛     i  didn’t  know  you  could  use  a  whip.      ❜

❛     can   you   teach  me   how   to   use   a  whip?      ❜

❛     how  do  i  use  this  thing?    ❜

❛     you  use   my   own  whip  against  me?   ❜

❛     i’ve  come  to  retrieve  my  whip.     ❜

❛     give   me   your   whip!   ❜

❛     you   have  my  whip?   ❜

❛     what   are  you   doing   with   a   whip?    ❜

 vi.       bows.

❛     you   are   pretty   good   with   that   bow   and   arrow.     ❜

❛      you  know  how  to  use  a  bow  and  arrow?     ❜

❛      they   took   my   bow,   i’m   going   to   get   it   back.    ❜

❛      i   didn’t   know   you   could   use   a   bow   and   arrow.   ❜

❛     careful, he/she/they   have   a   bow  and  arrow!   ❜

❛      you  almost  shot  me  with  an  arrow!      ❜

❛     you  shot  me  in  the  butt   with  an   arrow!    ❜

❛     where’s  my  bow?     ❜

❛     just  know,  i  never  miss.    ❜

❛     i  can  teach  you  how  to  use  it,  if  you  want.      ❜

❛     how  do  you  even  put  the  arrow  in  this  thing?     ❜

❛     what’s  with  the  bow  and  arrow?    ❜

❛     you  use   my   own  bow  against  me?   ❜

❛     i’ve  come  to  bow  back.   ❜

❛     give   me   your   bow  and  arrow!   quickly!    ❜

❛     you   have  my   bow?   ❜

❛     what   are  you   doing   with   my  bow?   ❜

vii.       improvised.

❛     hey,  watch  where  you’re  swinging  that  bat.     ❜

❛      will   stop   throwing   your   hairsprays   and   perfumes   at   me?     ❜

❛     practicing  for  baseball  or  something  else?  ❜

❛      this  isn’t  just  any  nail  filer,  it’s  got  a  mean  blade  within.  ❜

❛     you  through  a  blender  at  me!   ❜

❛     i   will   spray   in   the   eyes   with   my   perfume   if   come   any   closer.    ❜

❛     i  can  nearly  slit  your   throat  with   my   finger  nail!    ❜

❛     what  are  you  going  to  do  with  that  brush,  give  me  a  make  over?     ❜

❛     i  wouldn’t  apply  that  lipstick  if  i  were  you,  it’s  not  really  lipstick.   ❜

❛     run!   she/he/they   has   a  bat!      ❜

❛     you   couldn’t   have   grabbed   something  better   than   that?   ❜

❛     you   sprayed  me  in  the   eye  with  pepper  spray!    ❜

❛     anything  can  be  turned  into  a  weapon.   ❜

❛     i  don’t  just  wear  my  stiletto’s,  they  are  more  handy  than  you  think.  ❜

❛     is  that  a  pencil  with  a  blade?    ❜

❛     you   knocked  me  out  with  a  can  of  soup.   ❜

❛     trust  me,  i  can  use  anything  to  my  defense.   ❜

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‘surprise’ ((or reverse surprise , romantic or platonic - any of that could be an interetsing dynamic. So yeah, up for anything that pops into your head)) ((PlayKinshara/Rose))

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He was ready to pass the fuck out, even though it was still early. He’d been training for the better part of the day, repeating the same attack sequences over and over and over, getting them into his body so that, when the time came, he wouldn’t have to think, and could act only on instinct. He was sweating, breathing hard, and probably pretty gross. At the moment, he didn’t care. It wasn’t like the warehouse was fancy, and he could always shower in the morning.

He pushed open the door, set Sakanade in its usual place against the wall, and moved to strip off his shirt - but then, he froze.

There was someone in his bed.

There was a naked someone in his bed.

“...Rose?” Shinji said, peering curiously at his disheveled bedsheets and the fully nude man tangled up in them. “Don’t take this the wrong way, man, but - the fuck...?” 

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lying-prophet‌: 

The blonde nearly cackled at the glare his companion shot him when he discovered it was Kisuke next to him, however that laughter died in his throat as Shinji snuggled up to him. The shock was amplified as frozen limbs sought skin, his body squirming initially from the cold. No wonder the other was so grumpy. It took Kisuke only a moment for his brain to process before he let out a sigh and moved to better offer his heat.

The soft, blonde hair of his friend tickled his chin as Kisuke shifted his arm to hold the backwards man against him– securing him from moving around too much. He also opened his own stance as to let limbs shift where they would before getting himself comfortable in this position. The stuttered exhale of his companion worried Kisuke as his free hand moved to rub heat into the other’s side. Though apparently this wasn’t enough for Shinji as the man threw his leg over Kisuke’s hip and attempted to pull him closer. The scientist just rolled his eyes and had to suppress the urge to chuckle.

The soft hum rumbled Kisuke’s chest in response to the comment. “We both know that is not entirely true.” To comfort the other his hand moved from warming the slender hip to play with jaggedly cut hair. His fingers ran through the silky strands— trying to make the man relax. “Rest. You are always welcome here.” His voice was barely a whisper as his eyes also weighed heavily. This was not how Kisuke thought he would spend his night, but– there are certainly much worse people to be holding like this. And it brought Kisuke just a touch of comfort to know he was not alone. “G’night Shinji.”

In the morning, Shinji would recall a vague series of words, sounds and movements, most of which smacked of Shinji seeking out comfort as if it were his last lifeline on this gods-damned earth, and of Kisuke actually providing it, drunk though they both obviously were. Flashes of things like a reassuring hand on his side and fingers moving through Shinji’s hair, and tender, gentle words would stick out in Shinji’s mind. He would look back, and he would grimace, begrudgingly embarrassed that he’d allowed himself to be so vulnerable.

But in the moment, Kisuke’s presence beside him was easy, warm, and perfect. He was told to rest, and Shinji was drunk enough and weary enough that he actually listened, rather than rebelling on principle. “Shut up, asshole,” Shinji murmured. “You’re plenty good. Mkay? Shut up. Go... to sleep... g’night...”

And as Shinji sank into sleep, he sank into genuine relaxation, too. His body went totally limp, and he was even comfortable enough to snore, and to mumble half-formed sentences into the dark, never mind who might hear them. Shinji never felt safe these days, not really, and he’d learned the hard way that letting your guard down could be as good as a death sentence, or worse. But with Kisuke, at least Shinji didn’t have to pretend. Kisuke had seen the worst of Shinji. Kisuke had seen the worst of them all. Kisuke knew Shinji’s best-hidden weaknesses, because it was those weaknesses that had landed Shinji and the rest of them here in the first place. In that, too, there was some comfort. Bullshit had always gotten Shinji pretty far, but it was exhausting. With Kisuke, Shinji could just be, because Kisuke already knew everything about who and what Shinji really was.

So, as the night wore on, Shinji’s mind allowed his body this rare state of trust and ease. He clung to Kisuke front-on sometimes, and other times, he flopped onto his side, pressing his back and his ass to his companion instead. There was something weirdly relaxing about just knowing that Kisuke was there, and that he wouldn’t leave unless he had a good reason to.

In the morning, streaks of sun fell across Shinji’s face. He groaned, and pressed his palms to his eyes. It hurt, dammit. He rolled sideways and, before he really knew what he was doing, buried his face in Kisuke’s breast again. He would come to eventually, and recognize his actions for what they were, now that he’d stopped being drunk and had started to be hung over instead - but for now, he was most interested in lying here until the day demanded that he do something else.

A̴ ̴S̴u̴r̴p̴r̴i̴s̴e̴ ̴i̴n̴ ̴B̴e̴d̴

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The cold rushed over Shinji with an unceremonious whoosh. Instantly, Shinji squeezed his eyes shut tight and curled into a tiny, tensed-up ball, clinging fiercely to his knees and holding them to his bare chest. Distantly, he could identify the far-too-familiar, grating feeling of his teeth chattering inside his pounding head. “...givvit back,” he slurred, annoyed and insistent. He wrenched one hand away from his body and let it flop around like a dead fish, feeling desperately for the miserable blanket, and the small comfort it had provided.

About two seconds later, though, warmth descended on Shinji again. Someone had listened to him, apparently. The blanket was back, thank fuck, and Shinji was pretty sure he’d never been more grateful. He cracked an eye open, and he could just about have kicked himself when he identified his savior - Kisuke, obviously. Right. I’m in Kisuke’s bed. Fuck. Right.

What Shinji did next wasn’t the product of any decision, not really. He was still drunk, and he was fucking cold, and it wasn’t like there was a lot of space on this futon anyway. In small, little bursts of movement, Shinji’s body scooted itself sideways, until he was pressed flush to Kisuke, whose skin felt warm like a gods-damned furnace, and who was softer to touch than Shinji remembered. He let out a slow, shaky sigh, shifted just enough so that he could rest his heavy head on Kisuke’s shoulder, and flung an arm and a leg over his companion, soaking in as much warmth as he possibly could without making things weird.

“You... you’re good, man,” Shinji mumbled, before his eyes drooped closed again, and stayed that way. “I’ll leave in the mornin’. Promise. G’night...”

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"Surprise" or "Reverse Surprise" [Kisuke is not bashful either way!]

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Long night...

Shinji felt like shit. His head hurt, and he was cold. Stiff bedsheets were tangled up about his ankles, and no matter how much he wriggled, he couldn’t get himself un-stuck. 

He blinked blearily and raised his head. The room was dark, and for Shinji’s money, it kinda smelled. It wasn’t Shinji’s room. It wasn’t Hiyori’s room, either. What the hell...? Was he even at the warehouse anymore...?

That was when everything clicked into place. He didn’t remember how he’d come up with the bright idea, but now that he was thinking a little straighter, he could detect a vague memory of peeling his clothes off of his body and toppling into the nearest bed he could find last night. 

And the nearest bed he could find, he remembered now, had been Kisuke’s. 

He groaned. He didn’t know where Kisuke had gotten to, but he knew that the guy was bound to come back sometime. Moving felt like a big gods-damned ask right about now, but Shinji didn’t particularly want to be here when Kisuke returned. Still, he supposed, there couldn’t be much harm in setting his head back down on the pillow for just a few more minutes... could there...?

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It's Sinday...

Send ‘surprise’ for my muse to find yours naked in their bed when they come home. (or send ‘reverse surprise’ for it to be switched around)

Your muse may get kicked out on their ass if the surprise is not well received.

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His words packed the intended punch, Shinji was gratified to see. Maybe he was being a little harsh - but hadn’t Ichimaru been skads and skads harsher, back in the day? Shinji ground his back teeth together, as the image of Ichimaru, young and smiling like a fucking creep, flashed through his mind. He’d been a literal, actual kid, sure, but he’d been a prodigy. There was no way he’d misunderstood what was happening. And even if Shinji gave him the benefit of the doubt and assumed he’d been fuzzy on the specifics, he remembered all too well how the kid had just stood there, watching, as living, thinking, breathing Souls contorted in pain and lost their senses one by one. 

What kind of kid could fucking do that? 

And if that kid grew to be a man, how the hell was Shinji supposed to let him off easy and scot-free, no matter what his reasons had been? 

Shinji’s face was sour and still as Ichimaru made his reply. He knew Kisuke’s tendencies, yes. Obviously. He knew, too, that Kisuke was damn good at seeing both the dark and the light in people. Kisuke was supposed to be a genius, but Shinji had always found that part of him irritatingly naive. 

“No purpose, eh?” Shinji said, after a few seconds of careful thought. “Check yourself, Ichimaru. If Kisuke saved you, you got a purpose, mark my words. He just ain’t told ya what it is yet.”

He finished off by staring hard at Ichimaru, sizing him up as best he could. He was down an arm, which probably made doing his chores a rough going, but Shinji could hardly find sympathy for the guy. The obvious aside, he didn’t look good. Shinji couldn’t help but take some grim satisfaction in that. 

“Y’know what?” he said abruptly, placing his hands on his hips. “I got a question for ya. Are you even a little sorry? Do you regret a single fucking thing you did? I ain’t askin’ for an apology,” he continued, his words cold and hard like shards of splintering ice, “because I ain’t stupid enough to think I’ll get one. I just ain’t about to pretend I’m not a little bitter, given the circumstances, and I sure as hell would like ta know.”

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