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Continued from (x) @techiepriestess

      ❝Then i’ll give you my coat?❞ A sigh escapes him. He wants to get her something nice, something practical and of use to go with what he already plans to do. ❝It’s getting colder. I just wanna make sure you’re taking care of yourself, too. You’re always thinking of others, so let me take care of you for once, ok?❞

      It’s nice to have her close, to establish contact to know she’s there. He needs it about as much he he desires to reflect he doesn’t mind her being near. He knows how off putting he appears to be, how she might question whether he wants to be in her company at all. Rin and Yuki make that clear at every turn and thus he tries to be more than a stiff that walks beside her on their outing. 

      Coffee at a cat cafe and computer talk. 

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All the Fuuka/Kou fanart that I made for Nix @technologicalsound we’ve been plotting alot of stuff with these two and I couldnt help but be inspired to draw about them~

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      ❝What is it?❞ His attention shifts from screen, pools of jade casting over his shoulder to stare over his glasses at Rin. It seems he’s finally done with his own tasks and is bored enough to come pester him. It fails to bother him anymore; he learns to enjoy the sound of his voice, the tone familiar and everlasting. He’s here with him and it’s his job to make sure that remains as such. 

      It still doesn’t mean he can’t tease him. Frown in place he seems to ponder if he wants to go off with Rin anywhere and to further egg him on he shrugs his shoulders and turns back to his work. Starts to absently type as if he’s dismissing Rin while secretly waiting for him to strike. 

     He wants the contact. Craves the attention and while it’s hard to swallow, harder still to admit Rintarou belongs in his life as much as the laptop he toys with. 

      ❝I can’t take you anywhere. You don’t know how to behave.❞ A ghost of a smirk lines his features. Simply egging him on.

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“Kou~” he whined for his attention. It wasn’t out of boredom, Rintarou just wanted to spend time with him, doing something aside from watching him doing something on his laptop. He didn’t really care what they were going to do but he knew he wouldn’t want to sit around and wouldn’t let Kou sit around either. “Hey~ Let’s go somewhere~♪ Put that laptop away already~”

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[*crashes through the window of his house, or office, (hopefully not by breaking glass) and holding a box*] "Happy Birthday, ya bastard! And, by the way, yer under arrest for overchargin' fees! Geez, gimme a discount!"

      ❝I’ll make sure every device that holds technological merit to you malfunctions and ceases to hold a connection to the internet if you try such a stunt again!❞ he hissed, easy to upset at his new visitor. Rei wasn’t exactly his favorite as he was already associated with the police and even beyond that had taken to pressing as his buttons at any given chance. He didn’t trust that box he held in his hands either. 

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      ❝Oh, hello Fuuka.❞ he didn’t seem bothered when she spoke to him. Infact he seemed to perk up like a cat, eyes holding interest in them as he observed her. Did she have something to show him today or have a question that needed answering? He hoped so as he always found interest in what she had to offer. And yet one look at the box in her hands told him otherwise and soon she confirmed it. She was here to wish him a happy birthday? 

      He cleared his throat, cheeks flushing a faint shade of red before he carefully reached out to take hold of the cake. He wouldn’t deny any sweets made for him, the very thought touching him. The sheep even smiled, a chuckle escaping him when she said it wasn’t much. She had no idea how much a simple gift even meant to him. He had been long without them ever since his grandmother had passed and with a family that didn’t care for him it was all he could do to bury the meaning of what a birthday should have been. 

      ❝Why don’t you come in and have a piece of it with me? I happen to like strawberry shortcake alot but it’s better with company.❞ He stood to the side, it being the best way he knew how to thank her.

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“Umm…Hello, Shimura-san. Sorry for coming so suddenly when you’re busy today”

Fuuka was nervously standing by Kou’s front door. In her hand what seems to be a cake box and hands it over to the older male.

“Umm, I heard it’s your birthday today so I thought I’d get you something. I wasn’t sure what flavored cake you’d like so I just went with the classic strawberry shortcake.” The engineer student hangs her head down, staring at her shuffling feet. She only found out about his birthday recently and didn’t have enough time to think her present through.

“I know it’s not much, but I hope you like it. It’s the least I could do to pay you back for helping me these past few days. ”

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【 HAPPY BIRTHDAY KOU!!! You are wonderful in every way and I am so happy and lucky I get a hand at rping this character. >w< -throws confetti- Feel free to send this little hacker birthday wishes! 】

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He had waited for the perfect moment to surprise Kou. Now that no one was around anymore Rintarou approached him and pulled him into a tight hug. "Kou~ Happy Birthday~" he hummed happily before pressing a kiss on his cheek. His already big smile grew wider as he pointed at the ribbon around his neck. "Let's open your present~"

      Contact from Rintarou usually followed with mischief. With a wary expression and a terse look he was about to remove the other from his person until the kiss fell. It was hard to maintain a stern look at that, expression turning flabbergasted and easily overtaken with embarrassment at any form of unexpected sign of affection. A noise left him as he tried to turn, arms coming up only to have his hands still on Rintarou’s front. 

      ❝It’s not my birthday,❞ he lied, wanting that fact kept as private as it should be. He wasn’t one to get excited for his own birthday and didn’t know what to make of it having Rintarou being so invested. The only person who had honestly cared about his day of birth was his grandmother. 

      ❝What?❞ he said flatly, distracted by the presentation of the ribbon around Rintarou’s neck. ❝You’re weird. Go away!❞ he pushed back, clearly flustered by the presentation of the gesture alone. What kind of game was he playing at?

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Covering a yawn, Takeru glanced at the time before closing windows of work he had pulled up on his home setup. Just for today, he'd take a break. Pulling up a separate project he'd been working on, he tapped a few keys to send it off before getting up and stretching, reaching for his empty mug to drop off in his kitchen before he headed out. It shouldn't take Kou too long to figure out his puzzle and open up the map he'd hidden inside. Takeru had somewhere he needed to be waiting until he did.

      It was interesting, an investment and something to look into the moment his tablet indicated that he had a message. Only one person knew how to get in touch with him on a whim and that drew him from a pile of covers and under Mint’s care. He planned to spend his birthday enjoying the company of his cat, but it appeared Takeru had other ideas. 

      Squinting at his screen he found interest in the puzzle that was left for him and with a smirk looked to Mint. ❝He knows, huh?❞ He scratched along the top of her head and under her chin before climbing out of bed and once making himself appear presentable he began to solve it. It didn’t take him long to arrive and there he stood, observant eyes already searching for the next clue as he shoved his hand inside his pocket. 

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"Kou-chan! Kou-chan!" Hopping out from behind the counter after calling out that he was taking his break, Sora grabbed a couple of game tokens with him. He grabbed Kou's hand after throwing his arms around the other in a hug and tugged him further into the arcade. "Some new games were set up! Let's play together~!"

      ❝Sora--❞ he barely had time to say the other’s name as the younger came to hug him. It was practically embarrassing to do this in public but he found it hard to resist Sora and couldn’t push him away. Instead, he let the other drag him to the new games and while he didn’t necessarily show it he looked forward to trying them out with his friend. ❝You didn’t have to wait for me to try these, you know. I was running a little late anyway.❞ Work and a job kept him busy yet here Sora was vying for his attention more persistently than usual. He wasn’t at all sure why. 

       ❝Which one do you want to play first?❞ It was the least he could do. After all, Sora had likely been waiting to play these all day.

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The Hacker Squad

Fuuka, Kou (@technologicalsound)​, & Takeru (@sweetshacker)

I like how they have similar color schemes :3

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sweetshacker:

⌦ “Shit.”

What an eloquent response.

Takeru sighed after he’d read over Kou’s newest response before his status had changed to offline.

Alright so perhaps he’d been a little slow on the uptake. But forgive him when he hadn’t taken a break in quite a few hours. Jumping from focusing solely on work to something like an invitation to hang out was difficult, alright?

Sending the documents he needed to print to the printer in the other detective’s office, Takeru got up and grabbed his jacket from off the back of his chair, swinging it around and over his shoulders.

⌨ Sorry.

Tapping away on his phone as he left his office and locked the door behind himself, Takeru ignored the curious looks he was getting as he breezed out of the station and onto the main road. The celebrations weren’t too far from the station, he could get there in roughly ten minutes at the pace he was going at.

⌨ You could have just asked me.

Takeru had to admit though. The fact that Kou had gone through the trouble just to get his attention and then had seemed to throw a small tantrum at realizing that Takeru had missed his intention entirely… it was endearing. Cute.

⌨ I’ll be there soon.

      He wasn’t expecting a reply, or really anything from Takeru. He simply thought he wasn’t interested or invested in his efforts. Never did he suspect he couldn’t figure out why on earth he would ever want to use Takeru’s name to bid on people. In the end, he felt his phone vibrate in hand and upon lifting it simply let out a huffed sigh. He could have just asked? Hadn’t he seen Takeru time and again turn down any advances that didn’t meet his tailored requirements of staying holed up inside or in his office? 

⌨ You would have said no. It’s out of your comfort zone. 

      A pause as he really thought it over. 

⌨ You’ve been overworking as of late. More than usual. We don’t have to do much.

      He’d just rather have him away from causing himself a burn out. He knew how much his own body could handle during dire times. How hard he had to push himself but to see Takeru doing the same thing and simply just existing? It was harder to watch than he wanted to admit.

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Having finally finished updating the systems at both the Ouvara and Danon police stations, Takeru was not in the right mind to be decoding such roundabout ways of asking him to meet up.

Especially not when he was back tracing a line of emails that one of the other detectives had passed off to him, insisting that they looked suspicious and that he absolutely had to do this. 

What a joke.

⌨ Keep you waiting? What do you mean?

His response was quick, his keyboard clacking as he shifted it between screens, eyes darting to another screen as the program he was running had begun to shrink the area of interest down to a triangle.

⌨ I don’t understand why you would require the use of my name to bid for something more interesting.

As you can see. It really wasn’t something that Takeru could figure out while he was bouncing between tasks and not having taken a break yet. He wanted to just finish up with the stupid emails so he could head off from work earlier.

He was honestly so thankful he wasn’t an officer that was required to go on patrols. Considering his specialization, he could stay locked up in his office all day if he so wished.

Though considering the smaller numbers of actual detectives, it wasn’t strange that Takeru would actually be pulled out for field work. He had the experience after all.

He paused as he was about to print out his findings, glancing back to the messenger. 

Wait. 

He wasn’t…?

      Annoyance was quick to appear along his features at the messages he got in return. How could he fail to understand that he wanted him there? That he was placing bids through him to show how much he’d pay just to have a day where Takeru wasn’t working away in that office of his. 

⌨ Honestly Takeru why else would I go through such efforts to bid on people using your name. It’s how much I’d bid on you if you’d come here. 

How else could he get his attention? Sending texts was useless and now this seemed to falter and fail right before his eyes. With a frustrated sigh he powered his tablet off and closed the lid, set it on his table and glared out across the scene. Now he was honestly thinking of going home. He had sought out a normal day and yet he hadn’t wanted to do it by himself. Why had he chosen Takeru of all people? Unless he had a donut to lead him around with it didn’t seem as if... 

      ❝God dammit. What a waste of time.❞

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     She was gone. He was sure of it when he come back from dropping something off at the office that she had gotten out. He had left the window cracked to allow for some cold air to filter in, and only after had he noticed a tear in the screen, big enough for a cat to get through. He cursed under his breath and in a rush ran back outside, into what had to be an oncoming storm. The sky was aswirl with anger and at any second it was going to start raining.

     He called for her, over and over, searched around the complex and soon into the street where it began to lightly drizzle. By now people had filtered off it and back into their homes, and that left him searching alone. That was until he saw a girl further up the street. He usually wasn’t up for interacting with strangers, especially when it pertained to his own problems. As such, it troubled him to approach her, even as he tried to mask his worry with a more neutral look. He was doing quite a poor job of it.

     ❝Excuse me. You haven’t happened to see a black cat wandering around here, have you?❞

     Would she even care? There were so many people that didn’t like animals, let alone to even humor the request of a stranger.

     ❝She’s black with a teal bowed collar.❞ he had failed to look down at her feet and what was practically swimming around her legs. Not until he heard the meow. His head tilt down, eyes drawing wide at how calm his own cat was being around this girl. It was unusual to be sure. What was she, some kind of cat whisperer. ❝That’s her... has she been with you long?❞

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@technologicalsound requsted for a starter!

Fuuka rarely goes out by herself, but there was this certain event that she heard about where they’re doing a showcase of the latest gadgets that’s gonna be released next year and she was curious to see what sort of models would she get to see there. It was the type of event that caught the interest of a tech enthusiast such as herself.

They’re also gonna be holding a Q&A panel of successful innovators that anyone is free to go see. Wonder who they managed to get?

Fuuka was wondering about what to expect from the convention as she walks down the neighborhood. She was actually on her way to get there, but her eyes were more focused on the flyer of the event rather than the path she’s walking on.

The teal-haired girl stops mid-step when a rather loud ‘meow’ caught her ears. Finally looking the road before her, Fuuka noticed a cat right next to her feet. Oh my, she nearly stepped on him.

“Oh! Sorry about that little guy…” Fuuka kneels down to the feline’s level, slowly and carefully as to not scare it away, and then slowly reaches her hand to scratch it’s head.

“Thanks for getting my attention. I hope you weren’t hurt.” 

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      It didn’t take him long to figure it out now, did it? He hadn’t exactly gotten the reaction he wished for, but it had only taken a few bids to gather the other hacker’s attention. He would prefer it if he had come straight to him, had skipped all the formalities of having to explain this to him and yet here they were, having to do it anyway. How disappointing. It was good enough, he supposed so focusing on that little message he began to respond right back to it, through their own personal connected line. 

⌨ Bidding on something far more interesting than what’s up for offer. I’d prefer it if you didn’t keep me waiting.

      Bidding on his attention. Bidding on him to actually come to him. Was it honestly so hard to figure out? He had thought it to be the perfect and clever idea, to just draw him out of his personal space to have some fun for the day. Or was he too stuffy even for that?

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Takeru had heard of the Pride event going on- who hadn’t at the station after Tarras had been tricked into being put into the auction? - but he hadn’t had any plans to go himself. By nature he wasn’t a very sociable person, preferring to keep to himself in his “wifi den” as his coworkers called it.

Which was why when he kept receiving inquiries about his bidding at the auction, Takeru immediately suspected foul play. Now who would want to incur his wrath so badly? Certainly no one at the station would… nor would they have the ability to actually hack into his accounts in order to place bids.

Only one person would have the gall to goad him like this.

Pulling up the messenger that the two of them had programmed and encrypted together, Takeru’s fingers flew over his keyboard to type up a quick message before he returned to his work, keeping an eye on the messenger for a response.

⌨ An auction, hm? You’ve got my attention. What are you doing now?

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Continued from (x) @riintarou

      It was incredibly easy to figure out when he had become a target of one of Rintarou’s games. He was hardly in the mood for it, brows quick to narrow and lips even quicker to fold down into a disapproving frown the very second he dared to cross the threshold into the room despite his apparent displeasure. Here he was, minding his own business-- or appearing to-- and Rin was at it again. 

      ❝Dont--❞ a quick hissed out note escaped from him before Rin was on him and as thoughts of simply bringing the back of his laptop down onto his head crossed his mind he could only grit his teeth when his eyes were covered and especially at the tones Rintarou spoke to him in. 

      He had learned to simply let him do as he pleased at this point; whatever it took to deter the little pest from knowing everything he so carefully held dear to his heart. It must have driven him mad-- someone who knew practically everything about everyone he had so carefully plucked and put into such a situation and yet him? There was simply nothing more to be said or done other than to piece together this charade so he could simply leave and go about his business. 

      Yet here I am, dealing with a child....

      ❝Are you finished? I’m busy.❞ He stressed the word, tucked the tablet under his arm before trying to pull his hands from his face. ❝Don’t you have someone else to bother?❞

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     He loathed how vibrant his coloration was when exposed to direct sunlight. It was like having a target painted on him, etched all across his body and since there was no ample supply of shade to hide himself he was forced to take a stand when he was attacked. They had been tracking him for days and he had done well to avoid them up until now, but he had grown tired and encumbered by the pearl he clutched in his hind claw. It festered with current, and the knights wanted it to likely power one of their contraptions meant to kill others of his kind. 

      Cerulean eyes narrowed, brain working quickly as he swiped his tail outward to crash into the body of a knight that had wandered too close, the sun quick to charge the bright lines etched across his body before they began to spark and glow. He could only do this so many times-- that much they knew and it was apparent he was about to discharge another bout of lightning when something unexpected happened. 

      A dragon came to his aid. His roars of frustration and pain must have echoed through the clearing and into the nearby forest. He had no choice but to trust this one, yet already he picked up on the venom that expelled from him and made note to be cautious of his movements so he wouldn’t get in the way of one of his attacks. He could only nod as he tucked his pearl closer before rolling it outward, finding the perfect time to strike as all eyes were not on him, but the new dragon and the human writhing on the floor. 

      He crouched low, markings suddenly filled with light before the air filled with static and just like that with a crackle lightning sprang forward, crashed down from static filled air around the orb to influence the area with electric current. Satisfaction filled him when he heard the strangled yells of agony, the way their armor made for a conductor and made them collapse to the floor as twitching messes. It was a weaker discharge as he had been worn down yet already he hoped his new partner would understand what to do next. They were ripe to be infected with poison as electricity still pulsed from his pearl.

Tale of Two Dragons

Golden sun cast a dappled pattern on a cluster of rocks and the Spiral dragon sprawled across a particularly large one beneath a tree that was situated along the edge of a river. The tranquillity of the moment caused Komui’s eyes to droop steadily lower, being gradually lulled to sleep by the trickling sound of water flowing by. The peace was abruptly disturbed however by a roar of pain intermingled with rage that caused Komui to leap to his feet, heart pounding loudly in his chest.

What was that…

Feeling his curiosity get the better of him, he quietly slunk off his sun dappled rock in the direction that the noise had come from, determined to identify the cause. The closer he got, the louder the sounds seemed to get and it soon became apparent that he was approaching a battle zone.

Sapphire orbs widened in frightened surprise when they finally alighted on a wounded Pearlcatcher defending his pearl from a bunch of greedy hunters, the pores of his skin immediately working overtime to secrete deadly toxins in response to his fear.

Komui’s first instinct was to flee and avoid getting involved but no matter how terrified he was, he couldn’t just abandon a fellow dragon to the cruelty of those savages. Decision made, he mustered what little courage he had and positioned himself in a crouch, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. 

Steady… Steady… NOW!

Trumpeting a battle challenge, he leapt into the clearing and opened his maw wide to spew venom all over the closest hunter. An almost inhuman screech filled the air as the venom ate through human flesh and bone and Komui turned to growl in warning at the remaining hunters.

“Let’s see how brave they are now that there’re two of us!”

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