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“Share your jacket, I forgot mine.”

           Prompt | Accepting

咲    His jacket? Was this brat saying that his kimono was a jacket? If he’d had anything else under it, and if it was anyone other than Noiz he might. However there were things that his kimono hid that were best left hidden. 

        “Oi, I’m not wearing a jacket brat. Do I have             to teach you everything about Japan?”

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dragon-memes:

“Your hair is so soft…” 

“It’s too cold! Get back here…” 

“No, I’m not letting you go. It’s too early to get out of bed.” 

“You’re so cute when you pout like that!” 

“C’mere, you can sit in my lap until I’m done working!” 

“Surprise tickle attack!” 

“Share your jacket, I forgot mine.” 

“Just relax, I’ll wash your hair for you.” 

“I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.” 

“I didn’t mean to leave you alone for so long—come here, I missed you.” 

“Are you wearing my shirt?” 

“Ssh, you’re safe. I wont let go of you.” 

“What, does that feel good?” 

“HA! I found a weak-spot on you, didn’t I?” 

Affection Starters!

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Brat:

           ‘ tch, nothing - old man. ‘    as if Koujaku gives a shit anyways. Noiz could probably give up, take his own life & the Ribster would be fucking HAPPY about it.

           ‘ ..stop pretending you care.. it’s annoying. ‘

咲    He grumbles lightly to himself. It’s not like he really cares about Noiz. He’s just using him, right? He’s not gay, not in the slightest. Or at least that’s what he tells himself. But in truth as much as they fight, he does care. He can’t help himself. There’s only one man in this world he can actually bring himself to hate, and it’s not this brat.

        “And what if I’m not pretending brat?           Some of us are actually decent human beings.”

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A muse I thought had long ago left me walked into my head-space and is singing the Spider-Man theme song, while wondering what he can shoot. 

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Starter call for later tonight after work or sometime tomorrow. Just like for a starter.

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A sputter and flush–geeze, that line got to him every year, huh? “Yeah well…” he muttered, trying to find the right words. “Just open it, hippo-!”

咲    Another rub to the back of his neck as he grabs the package to open it. He chuckles lightly as he watches Aoba for a minute, the other flustered due to his words. He opens everything with an almost painstaking cautiousness. Setting things aside he leans closer to Aoba, pressing a kiss to his lips.

        “Thank you Aoba. Although I don’t             need a reminder I’m becoming an              old man.”

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Reaching over did he hand not only a bag, but a nice wrapped box to the hairdresser. Leaning over did he press a gentle kiss to his lips with a small whisper of a "Happy birthday~" Inside the bag was the usual bottle of Sake the two shared on both their birthdays. The box, wrapped in a red flower patterned wrapping paper held a few bottles of shampoo and body wash; along with a few boxes of Koujaku's personal tea blends.

咲    A soft smile plays on his lips as he returns the kiss Aoba gives him. He takes the bag, knowing it contains whatever Aoba was thoughtful enough to pick out for him. He rubs the back of his head as the kiss is broken with that whisper of Happy Birthday. He sets aside the bag for now. He’ll open it in a minute.

        “Oi, Aoba, didn’t I tell you that            you’re the only present I need?”

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a koujaku/izumi cross… can you tell where I heavily relied on refs

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Askbox is now open. Since I’m a huge dork and forgot to to open it.

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It's this dorks birthday.

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Reason number 5 million that infxtious is one of the best friends I could ever ask for.

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Tomorrow is both my Axel's birthday and Koujaku's. Though I'm probably going to do nothing for them.

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Send a 👑 for my muse to leave a bite mark on yours.

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Masked Girl:

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       Her mask was good– it protected her ( both from getting liquids of unknown source in the face & her identity ), it looked cool, it helped. The only downside Gwen could see was her being unable to rub her eyes, which… was a little bad, yeah, but not too much. Still, she was patrolling all night yesterday, and today the buildings were getting more and more mixed up & blurry ( their colour, and shape, and height, and christ she had no idea in which part of town she was ) by the minute.

      She came to a stop on a particularly low one, just barely having three floors, the fire escape being preferred as her means to get to the ground. She could hear the thunder booming ahead, getting closer, and she shut her eyes. She had no idea where she was, or where to find shelter, or exactly how much her suit could act as an umbrella before she caught an impressive cold.

         At least, it seemed, she wasn’t the only one out there.

咲    He’d just taken a drag of his cigarette as he heard the thunder clap echo throughout the sky. A bad storm was about to come and take them by surprise it seemed. He’d only been in this city for a month and he’d already found it held strange secrets. Nothing he wanted to ferret out however. It was best to leave those secrets alone. At least that was what he thought until one of those very secrets landed beside him.

        Crimson optics quickly took in what details he could without coming off as rude. This might not have been Japan, but he was fairly sure that some rules remained no matter what. It was rude to stare. He averted his gaze letting the cigarette fall into the ashtray. As a rule he preferred to not smoke around women. He picked it up again, crushing it against the plastic surface until the embers faded leaving only a trail of smoke behind.

        “Oi, shouldn’t a lady like you be              at home. Not out here about to                catch a cold?”

        English wasn’t his first language, but still he’d had to learn English since his father had demanded he become the next Yakuza boss, something he was grateful for it never bearing fruit.

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Brat:

          ‘ ..as if I’d want anything from a GEEZER like you.. ‘

咲    He’s not acting right and that concerns Koujaku the tiniest bit.

        “Oi, brat what the hell is             wrong with you?”

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Noiz:

          ‘ excuse me? wanna repeat that? ‘

咲    “I asked what a brat like you wanted.”