Dongmin
was a pretty nonchalant guy on top of being pretty dense. He was just being
honest, and wasn’t thinking too much about his words. He didn’t realize how
embarrassing he was making things for his friend. He wouldn’t get it unless
Kyouhei explicitly said so most likely.
“Hm? Is
it wrong for people to think that I like you when I do?” What, did it have to be a secret that they were friends?
Some guys could be pretty sensitive when it comes to things like that, huh? He
didn’t see Kyouhei to be that type though, the ones who worry too much about
having a manly appearance to the public eye. There was nothing wrong with
admitting you were really good friends with someone right?
Alas, he digresses. He simply shrugged his
shoulders, totally letting the warning fly overhead. “Sounds good, hanging out that is. Wonder what we should do?” He
was thinking about it but nothing really was coming to mind at the very moment.
He was still thinking when Kyouhei spoke up
again, though it was more like he was shouting something. Perhaps he was trying
to defend himself somehow? Did he feel like he had to? There was nothing that
Dongmin felt that needed any explanation. “I
guess so? Though some people like to be extravagant with it and show it off. I’m
okay with either, really.” He was pretty easy going about a lot of things
and he wouldn’t feel too put off if someone were to confess to him publicly or
something like that. It may be just a bit embarrassing, but it wasn’t something
he couldn’t handle. Either way he stowed the information away into his mind for
future reference.
“Yeah,
that would be the most ideal way to go about it, but isn’t the point of
marriage to be like giving yourself to someone for the rest of their life?
People say things like that, don’t they? That they want to have you for the rest
of their life or something?” He just
shrugged his shoulders. He didn’t personally have too big of an opinion on it.
If that’s how Kyouhei felt, that’s how it was. “Either way I wouldn’t go telling people that your life belongs to
them. What if they took you seriously? How will you explain that to your future
lover?”
He for one would be very upset to find out that someone
he was in love with had promised their life to another. What was left for him
then in that case, right?
“Ah-ah-” Dongmin probably meant ‘like’ as a general term, nothing to get so flustered about, calm down, calmdown- “I’m - ergh - I don’t think you’re getting it… maybe instead of ‘like’ I should say ‘love’?”
Wait, wait, that could be mistaken for platonic or friendly love, he’d better be clear he meant romantic interest - “Love as in dating, like boyfriends, you know?” God could he be any more awkward.
“Um, you probably have more experience in casual hangouts than I do, so what would you suggest? Ouvara and Danon are big cities, there’s probably plenty to do.” As in the sister-capitals were a land of adventure.
God, Dongmin was going to give Kyouhei a heart attack with little to no effort which would be pretty embarrassing, to just keel over on the sidewalk on the cusp of his new life.
“Personally… personally I would like a private confession… that and if I was confessing I wouldn’t want to pressure my partner into accepting, so a private setting would be… would be better, yeah?”
That was even more embarrassing. Scratch Dongmin killing him, Kyouhei was going to do it himself. “Duly… duly noted…. I won’t say that again until I’m at the altar. If that ever happens.”
Mizumachi looked over the Mer with his clear blue eyes with a friendly smile on his face. It was not too often when someone would remember to come and greet him as the Master of the River. Respect was something that didn’t seem to be taught now a days. It was good to know that some out there still valued polite protocol.
“From the Bermuda Triangle, is it? That is quite some distance. The waters there more turbulent than the ones here, so you shall find it easy to get along here. Though boring it may be in comparison, the waters are friendly.”
It was the humans who weren’t so friendly, unfortunately. From what he’s seen thus far (though minuscule), the Mer was an agreeable lad. It would be just fine to allow him to take up short residence in his territory.
Motioning for the young Mer to come closer, he extended a hand, long fingers opened invitingly. If Kyouhei was going to be a guest in the territory then the current residents had to know he was welcomed. That was easy enough by giving Kyouhei a seal, which Mizumachi did by kissing the back of the hand.
“I will allow you to take short residence in these waters. Come closer to I may give you my seal proving that you are welcome here. I am the master of these Waters and most call me Mizumachi, it’s a pleasure to meet you, young one.”
Kyouhei couldn’t help but hold himself still and at rapt attention in the face of the water diety. Despite the fact that this one looked friendly as could be, he knew that diety’s often reflected their environment.
Water was an unpredictable and merciless element, and so most masters were the same, changing on a whim.
“Ah, it is but I felt that a change of scenery was necessary…” His general attitude was being received well, that was good! He still shied away from giving up too many details. “Thank you, I’m sure I’ll enjoy these waters.”
He offered up his hand, not quite resting it in the hand of Mizumachi but letting a little water separate the obvious warmth there, as was often more comfortable than skin-on-skin contact.
“Thank you once again. I’ll do my best to follow your example while in these waters.”
Dongmin thought about it and he wondered if there was some kind of a trick to this, or they just weren’t very good at this. “I feel as though the trick here is that they must be using glue or tape.” It was the only explanation that he could think of. If simply exhaling was enough to knock down the small triangle he made, how was it that card castles could stand to the test on a movie set or for a homemade video?
Moving closer on his end as well, he carefully held the cards in question and waited for him to put on the roof to give them the stability they so desired.
“Good luck to you. Give them the support they need so they can stand tall.”
He chuckled to himself.
“I guess it’s just like people, you can stand by yourself and try to appear strong, but ultimately you need others to keep you standing.”
Was that too deep? He was thinking of Ingong as he stared at the cards, so maybe that’s why.
If it was really something like glue or tape wouldn’t there be a lot of problems in using this as a de-stressing solution? Wait, wait, Kyouhei was at least a little sure he’d seen a video on how to do it, somewhere…. Argh.
“That’d suck for us, then. I don’t think I have glue or tape on me and I don’t see the point of going to get some if I’m just going to have to use these cards later.” He pulled a random index card up and read the formula written there with a blank face.
“That is… hm… Dongmin, do you normally say things like that or have you just not slept in a while?” Kyouhei was in college for physical science, not philosophy or psychology.
[水] - They were like potato nuts. He was now imagining potatoes being added into trail mix for people to munch on while they were going hiking. It was full of carbs so it would give you lots of energy. Potatoes are really big though, so they wouldn’t be very travel friendly.
“Potato nuts, heh. Makes me want to replace all nuts with potatoes.”
Just to see what would happen, of course.
With Kyouhei’s reaction to being called short, Mizumachi was taken aback. Thinking on it, he could guess why he was upset by it. The blond has always been on the taller side, so he couldn’t really understand how anyone who was short felt about their vertical challenges. Looks like he may have offended his friend with the comment he made nonchalantly without thinking much on his words.
“Ah… sorry dude, I didn’t mean anything by it. Just saying you were short compared to me, but lots of people are. You’re average in height and that’s fine. Some of the best athletes I know are your height or shorter.”
He used to look down (figuratively speaking) on people who were shorter than him, but after playing football with many teams, he started to realize that height wasn’t the only quality one needed as an athlete. Skill, heart, and strategy was needed. He didn’t see shorter athletes as being beneath him. Mizumachi respected all of them.
“Haha, I was born this way! Though I guess drinking lots of milk would help?”
Well, if all nuts were replaced by potatoes… he wouldn’t have to worry about his allergy anymore, maybe? Wait, wait, it couldn’t be that simple, right? His allergy was something he’d always lived with and had had to take precautions against… but just removing them altogether… would his body, just on policy, develop an allergic reaction to another food?
Ah, crap, he’d snapped. Kyouhei wasn’t used to playful poking at his height and so he’d reacted defensively… Mizumachi didn’t even have anything to apologize for!
“Aha, it’s fine, ‘Machi, my fault for getting all prickly. I know you wouldn’t tease me about something I can’t help with the purpose of hurting me. You’re too nice for that.” Too nice and… how could Kyou say that his tall friend didn’t seem smart enough to bully someone without accidentally insulting him?
That was interesting. The brunet had never dared to get invested in any sports because one; he was short for his age all across the globe and two; sports seemed like something you needed a lot of energy and aptitude to participate in.
“Makes me think of a song, but I can’t recall it completely.” He let out a soft huff and then tilted his head back, eyebrows furrowed. “Milk, huh? Can’t say I like milk by itself all that much.”
LADY MACBETH: What is your favorite thing about yourself? “That’s difficult to say, as I try to keep a neutral opinion of myself so as to drive off the lingering self-hatred from my younger years.”
“If I had to choose something though, it would probably be my handwriting. Everyone that sees it always says it’s super easy to read, and seeing as the rest of my family isn’t so fortunate, I can only thank the deity in charge of handwriting, I guess.”
TYBALT: If you could kill one person without consequences, who would it be? “Myself lmaoooooo.”
“All joking aside if I can say this with absolutely no context… and imagine me in the most loathing tone you’ve ever heard, the most hate-filled eyes, the most disgusted, infuriated expression, my best friends dad. Or maybe much more neutral tone and expression someone in our current government.”
HECATE: Do you consider yourself an introvert or an extrovert? “Introvert, all the way.”
“For some reason I’ve always been a low-energy person and this energy restores at the speed of a snail -2^17. It’s frustrating but I’ve never had any other experience so, eh.”
JULIET: What is your favorite luxury? “Different luxury this time, just for fun and because I don’t want to put in any extra links.”
“Cookie dough ice cream. I would die for cookie dough ice cream. I know it’s probably not real cookie dough since the health risks are… well, Salmonella, but I legit love Cookie Dough ice cream more than my own existence.”
ANTONY: What bad habits do you need to break? “Well, since school has started back up again and I’m going to college now, my habit of zoning out in the early morning has to gtfo of my life. Don’t think it’s going to, though.”
“Another would maybe, probably be my apathy toward reading assignments? I skim them way too often, and I don’t read over my notes even though I really should since my first tests are creeping closer.”
ROMEO: How far would you go for love? “Well, I’m not going to go into specifics, but since language is my weak spot, I’m going to be learning two complex languages just so I can be with a chroi.”
“I’ve always been kind of extreme when it comes to love, now that I think about it, but the other option is to half-ass it and I refuse to even try to do that. I’d rather die first.”
JULIET: What is your favorite luxury? “I really like just browsing stuff in silence. I know it doesn’t sound luxurious, but the idea of just exploring a map in a game in complete silence, no music, no talking, no anything, is just…”
“As someone who’s never really had privacy, I really enjoy any moments of silence I can snag from the Devil’s teeth. The only way to make it better would be casual cuddles.”
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“I’d like to sit on your lap. Maybe steer a little bit.”
“Wait, are we doing good cop, bad cop, mom cop?”
“Are you sure that- this sounds like a wizard’s spell.”
“We are absolutely going to fire you out of a cannon.”
“You don’t have 45 minutes. At most, I can give you 4.”
“How could you possibly seen through my perfect crime?”
“Hey, listen, we all have droughts kid. Don’t feel too bad.”
“Guys? Guys? That was our first moment of competence.”
“This is gonna come back and bite us in the ass, I know it.”
“We want you to step in front of the next train that comes by.”
“Good day to you, thank you for having me on your choo choo.”
“If only you had used one of your spell slots to defend yourself!”
“The memory of my grandpa’s name died long before I was born.”
“What are the names that aren’t fake that you guys actually have?”
“I love your caution, and I love just how suspicious you’re all being.”
“ It’s basically like a big ol’ neopolitan ice cream sandwich of dudes.”
“So, is it like a magic word, or like a whistle? Is there a bell somewhere?”
“You look like some sort of weird shit monster who is just caked in swamp.”
“First off, that’s a trademark violation, second it doesn’t even make any sense!”
“What am I going to do, burn one of my daily spell slots on making an axe levitate?”
“You got your dick out and your whole naked body out while she was talking to you?”
“Listen guys, we just blasted a giant crab, I think we’re past the point of fake names.”
“Is there somebody around us who just looks like, helpful or maybe is wearing armor?”
“How about except for me, we’re much bigger than you and we can thump your gourd.”
“His murder came at an opportune time. He’d done everything he wanted to with his life.”
“This is your quarterly review. Compared to last time, 100% year-over-year improvement.”
“Ok, I mean, I did detective good enough to see through your horseshit, so I can’t be too bad.”
“She’s way cooler than you are. Like, way way way cooler. And just sort of better at everything?”
“I started changing when you started telling your story about murdering somebody or something.”
“One of them is a stout dwarven woman with the largest muscles you’ve ever seen on a living person.”
“How about I’m a little boy who knows you’re lying, and I can yell and yell and yell, and get you in lots of trouble.”
“They watched solemnly as an assassin came in a buried a knife in his heart. It was what he would have wanted.”
“Don’t shhh, it’s a secret mission. Shh shh shh shhhh. We’ll see you down there. Wink! Wink! You’re a cool dude.”
“That train is a little too extreme for most people. It doesn’t even go on rails, it just sort of- they just sort of off-road it.”
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize life on the rails was so demanding you had to have pyrotechnics at your fingertips twenty-four sev’.”
“I’m very proud of the three of you. You’ve been much more competent than anybody on earth would have ever thought.”
“I’ll give ya a sampler of, it’s called my hair of the dog potion. It won’t attract dogs, as much as it will just get you real fucked up.”
“Hey listen, I couldn’t find any coffee but they had these little Andes mints. Here, have a couple of those and then answer the nice men.”
“It’s not nearly as salacious as I made it sound. It’s just when I say things with my voice, it always sounds like I’m talking about slow sex.”
“Yeah, and if you fail this, I’ll kill you. You’ll suffer. Listen baby, risk and reward! If you do it, it’ll be fucking rad! If you don’t do it, you’ll die.”
“We actually need extra pillows. I sleep with a pillow between my knees and between my elbows and behind my head and under my feet.”
“I’m done. Have a good day. Let me know if you need anything, but don’t expect a quick response. No, of course it will be a quick response.”
“This is gonna sound phony, but we don’t know who we can trust. Look at us, we’re 3 grown men trusting a baby with secrets, we’re not professionals.”
“I’m really glad that you are exactly who you say you are, because if you were doing some sort of ruse right now, it’d be very, very poorly constructed.”
“Yes, a witch kissed me and cursed me so that anytime anyone yells a secret word, I have to attend to their every need, and that word is my fucking name.”
“Before you go, I just need to grab your weapons from you. These will also be locked up in the vault and we will be returning them to you as soon as we reach our final destination.”
“Can I just say something? And this might sound weird. But I think you are exactly who you’re telling me you are. And I don’t know- again, it seems like a weird thing to say, but I am… just so charmed by you.”
“So we’re gonna do this now, huh? We’re gonna air this right now? I need to build myself a fucking exosuit of pillows, and I’m not like, proud of it. Like, yeah, I’m embarrassed about it, and it makes trips with my family a living hell.”
ANTONY: What bad habits do you need to break? BEATRICE: What is the achievement you’re most proud of? BENVOLIO: What comes to mind when you think of peace? BIANCA: What do you want most in life? CELIA: Do you want to fall in love? CIRCE: Would you rather be loved or feared? CLAUDIUS: What is the worst thing you’ve ever done? CORDELIA: Do you consider yourself a good person? CRESSIDA: What makes you feel trapped? DESDEMONA: Do you believe that the truth will set you free? EDGAR: Do you want to make your family proud? EDMUND: Do you ever wish you’d been born someone else? If so, who? GERTRUDE: Would you (or have you) ever cheated on a significant other? HAMLET: Do you prefer to think things through thoroughly or act on impulse? HECATE: Do you consider yourself an introvert or an extrovert? HELENUS: Do you believe in God? HIPPOLYTA: What is your biggest regret? HORATIO: Who do you love most? JULIET: What is your favorite luxury? LADY MACBETH: What is your favorite thing about yourself? MACBETH: Have you ever killed anyone? Would you? MALCOLM: What does honor mean to you? MEDEA: Do you have any quirks? MERCUTIO: Is there anyone you would die for? MIRANDA: Is happiness a choice? OBERON: Does reputation matter to you? OPHELIA: Is there anything you regret not doing? ORSINO: If you could have any material thing in the world, what would it be? PARIS: If you had the chance to rule the world, would you? PORTIA: When did you lose your innocence? PUCK: Do you consider yourself a mischievous person? ROMEO: How far would you go for love? ROSALIND: What does your ideal day entail? ROSALINE: Which people from your past haunt you? SEBASTIAN: Is violence ever the answer? TITANIA: Do you believe in magic? TYBALT: If you could kill one person without consequences, who would it be? VIOLA: How skilled of a liar are you? VOLUMNIA: Describe the biggest sacrifice you’ve made.
When the initial untamable nervousness wore off, Kyouhei was a ball of curious affection toward those who were welcome to it - or at least, toward those who didn’t speak their mind about disliking it.
So when the brunet was really feeling the ‘exhausted college student’ cliche, he would wander away from his carefully organized science desk and equipment and find someone to “charge him back up”.
The closest person just so happened to be one of his biggest and (in Kyouhei’s opinion) warmest companions… and he allowed himself no hesitation at all in climbing into Jotaro’s lap and leaning his forehead against the other’s shoulder, which he could just barely reach while perched on Jotaro’s thigh.
“If I gave you so much money, would you wipe college off the face of the earth for me? Maybe body slam it?”
♡ Plenty of physical affection. If you’ve followed step one or he’s already interested, this will send him over the edge of nervousness. Are you teasing him? Doing this unintentionally? He doesn’t know but he LOVES it.
♡ Be patient with him. Kyouhei has a lot of repressed emotions to cycle through, so a comforting touch and some understanding words are a quick way to have Kyouhei a little more aware of how warm your hands are, or how nice you smell.
♡ Don’t be too wild. Gumi does appreciate some crazy, some eccentricity, but too much of it overwhelms them. They need a pinch of normalcy.
Pat
♡ Be willing to listen to them. Sometimes Pat will have a hard time figuring out what they want, and someone willing to take them to the side and help them figure out what they feel is something they need.
Pat didn’t often react well to spontaneous movements, especially when they were directly involved, but often their surprise would outweigh their initial terrified natural reaction to dead-sprint away.
Such was the case when Sophie just casually set herself in their lap, they to flip her out of her seat and run to the next country on fear-adrenaline alone, but instead they just kinda… froze.
Completely. Froze. What was breathing again? They didn’t know. They were staring at Sophie, completely at a loss of what to do, logically, in a situation like this. Did they hold her? Did they ask her what she wanted? What did they do?
Kyouhei rubbed his eyes gently with the sleeve of his red cardigan and observed the stack of folders waiting for him on his desk with an almost pissed expression, eyes dark and cold.
Silently, he turned away from the work waiting for him and fled out to the living room, back to Avery’s side, plopping onto the couch beside him. There was the barest hint of an idea in his mind that he was willing to try out.
He was careful to take off his slippers and socks and flex his toes before turning, face slightly flushed, to slid one leg over Avery’s lap, so he was straddling the pink haired photographer’s lap, not exactly making eye contact but not hiding.
“I changed my mind, I’m not going to do any studying tonight, I’m not in the mood for complex equations. Do you… Can you spare some time for me…?”
A character I will get or I will die trying to get.
Idate from Ice Scream, or “Orca” in WATGBS, another game from the brilliant pixel RPG dev. Deep Sea Prisoner. I’ve been a huge fan ever since he showed up with his superior, lazy attitude and… well. Uh.
I think he would qualify as a gap-moe? At least, he appears to be one thing (”just an orca on a stroll”) while actually being something completely different, twice over. He has LAYERS of CHARACTERIZATION and it is GREAT. What a brilliant asshole.
This is yet another character that I want to play as, but have been holding back on because I really like being able to use icons. Maybe if I could find a face-claim for them…?
Kamui Sora! Confined to a wheelchair for the majority of their life, they dream of being able to walk among the stars where gravity can no longer hinder them, and their disability will no longer matter…! But of course, they realize it will never be that way.
Pretty bitter about their disability, and about life in general, but they’re primarily a lonely person. Obsessed with space, though, so a bitter nerd. Another character I’d get in a heartbeat… if only they had more icons….
This muse of mine is someone I dearly want to write but haven’t had the time to put a blog together for and has been shafted in the face of split second, biased decisions my poor child,,,,
Kurai Yonaka from Mogeko Castle, one of the pixel RPG games created by Deep Sea Prisoner/Mogeko.
I mean, look at her! The fringe, the braids, the eyes~ Her character development tore my chest open! Her backstory made me cry! She’s the definition of a tortured protagonist! It’s glorious!
She’s definitely on the list of muses I’d get here, seeing as I love her more than my own life… more than food.
BakugouKatsuki from BNHA, a foul-mouthed child of the Sun with a temper to match his explosive quirk. A sweaty, loud-mouthed rowdy boy. I love how straight forward his character is, how he cannot take his heart off his sleeve, his brooding face/pout is to DIE for… need I go on?
He’s both cuz I have an indie blog for him but I’ve been thinking of bringing him into FateNet because I need to practice as being him more! Cuz! He’s the good shit!
Considering the relevance of company in Shirogane’s life, most to one only remained fixated in his memories as someone who’d stayed. Most of his time in leisure and work had been spent in his lonesome. And, it was defined by how close he’s truly gotten to those and, given his occupations, most were last minute and infrequent tourists who wanted to experience the calmer side of the Danon Beach. Had they truly wanted a spectacle, Shirogane would’ve thought they would’ve spent their time and money on the Ouvara side. Yet, no complaints will be heard as his wallet is thankfully with some weight because of it.
On the Ouvara-Danon dock, and his back hunched, the lonesome fisherman waits for any sign of life on the end of his string. Or, even any tug at this point. As he adjusts the cape around his shoulders, keeping his fishing pole tucked between his thighs, the beeping of trucks’ back lights and distant yells of dock workers were all invested in…And what he thought was only nearby him. Turning to investigate the latest catches in the small cooler aside him, the man’s back grows rigid, straightening upon a new sight. Brown hair, excitable eyes, and with a fishing rod.
“….”
Shirogane immediately grips the fish pole’s handle and glances to and fro him the placid ocean top and to the stranger. The pale man lifts his chin from behind his scarf and mutters, “Good morning.”
Kyouhei wasn’t much of an anything. For as long as he’d remembered, all his activities were put together just so, and he had no time to be anything but the model student and active participant in family history.
So now that he was “free” it made sense that he’d give everything a try!
Ouvara-Danon was a city of the sea and had a lot to offer, so as soon as Kyouhei learned that nothing was stopping him from fishing at the docks (which took up a rather large portion of the shoreline) he was eager to try it out.
Apparently, he wasn’t the only one who thought the docks would be a nice place to try fishing at. He found he didn’t mind at all. The more the merrier - and maybe this person could give him some tips!
“Good morning to you, too.” He set his rather small collection of materials down next to the strangers, cautiously, and plopped down, already unraveling his fishing line. It was wonderful how easy things were to learn online.
“I hope you don’t mind me joining you? I could leave, if you aren’t, I don’t mind!”
Frankly, aside from him coming across as vaguely familiar,
Avery was quick to assume that this person was a rather strange one. He can’t
say he’d ever been approached to be offered some candy after all – and the
almost nervous sounding laughter the other trailed off with only made him raise
a brow in mild confusion.
Offering a (what he assumed would be) final polite smile,
the photographer was quick to turn his attention back to the screen of his
laptop… before he heard the name this ‘stranger’ introduced himself with.
Kyouhei.
Kyouhei?
Sitting up much straighter in his seat, Avery turned to
stare at the brunet with large blue eyes, practically studying his features as
he turned to face him a little more. Clearly now the other had Avery’s undivided attention.
“You’re not… Are
you?”
Of course he was. And as surprise faded into recognition,
Avery knew it was. But that didn’t mean he was so ready to believe an old
friend from so long ago would just waltz back into his life wielding a bag of
caramels.
“No. It’s not. It can’t be.”
Avery, he’s right
there.
Oh, that was a better reaction. Hope bloomed (because the seeping warmth could only be described as something blooming) in his chest and he leaned forward, pointing at himself.
“Kyouhei Allemand. You wouldn’t happen to be Avery Ellswood, would you? It’s just that you look a lot like he did when he was little, and… I know Avery isn’t a super rare name, but….”
Well, he was allowing himself to hope! Wasn’t the brunet allowed hope? Besides, what was that reaction to his name, otherwise? Maybe this guy knew another Kyouhei with brown hair… what if this guy was an alternate version of Avery, and knew an alternate version of him?!?!
No, no, that was just crazy talk. That only happened in stories.
Why was this guy so affected by such a statement? Sure, he
was one of said housemates Ichimatsu had professed to not care about just
moments ago, but they didn’t even know
each other that well. Startled by the sudden appearance of tears, the
fourth-born’s eyes widened slightly as he tensed.
It was easier to reject than be rejected, so Ichimatsu’s
intention had been to keep his distance for the sake of his own well being – not make someone cry.
“W-Wait, what’s with that reaction?”
Ah, looks like that cold facade had melted away a bit in his
confusion.
“N-nothing, it’s a normal reaction to, to unwarranted… unwarranted whatever! Indifference! Unconcern!”
And with this Kyouhei scrubbed furiously at his face with his robes, grimacing at the rough texture where it touched the now tender skin where the salt tears had fallen.
Once he was sure his voice wouldn’t crumble under the weight of his voice, he turned to look at the other Hufflepuff, smiling sadly.
“No one is making you hang out with me, Ichimatsu. If you… if you want to hang out with someone from another house I’m sure you’d have no trouble. You’re easy to be around. M’sorry for taking up your time.”
Dongmin raised
a hand with an apologetic expression on his face. He was indeed teasing the
shorter male, but it wasn’t as though he was doing it maliciously. He was just
being playful with the other. Honestly, Dongmin was also a bit amused by the
sounds that Kyouhei was making. Those high-pitched whining sounds made him
think of a puppy crying because it was being left alone and it felt lonely.
Perhaps Kyouhei was feeling lonely, or maybe Dongmin was horrendously
misunderstanding the situation here?
“Hm? Well maybe? I
always considered things like playdates and the like, you know? I mean, did you
want it to be a date that’s exclusive to romantic partners?” Dongmin questioned
him, wondering if he was asking this because he wanted to better understand
their situation, or maybe he was just asking for some other reason. Was he not
happy with the idea that they could go on the date?
Maybe he just didn’t swing that way. Dongmin simply shrugged
to himself when the thought crossed his mind. He didn’t particularly think too
much of it himself. He was fine going out and hanging out with friends.
“Well, regardless we
can go and hang out as friends then, right?” He slung an arm around Kyouhei’s
shoulders, smiling brightly. Kyouhei was an interesting guy and it wasn’t too
often when Dongmin would laugh so carefree like this, so he was quite fond of
the other male to be truthful. Hanging out with him for the day sounded pretty
fun! Maybe if they just had fun with it, he will forget about the whole ‘my
life belongs to you’ kind of thing.
Ah. Though… if you think about it in a different context—it almost
sounds like a proposal, doesn’t it? Could be why he mentioned something about
romantic partners afterwards. Oh. Maybe he was completely missing the mark just
then and Kyouhei was getting upset? Releasing the hold he had on Kyouhei, “Hey, what you said earlier isn’t some
complicated confession to me, is it?” Excuse Dongmin as he can have his
slow moments.
Before Kyouhei had the chance to reveal the fact that he’d never heard of the term “playdate” in his life, Dongmin added the last bit and his phrase, which was going to start with a matter-of-fact “actually”, evolved into, well.
“A-aaaaaahhh?!” He, realizing that he was still holding his phone, took the opportunity to turn around and shove it into his coat pocket while letting his surprised shout fade into the background, his face practically glowing red now.
How was he supposed to face Dongmin as a friend when he kept dropping lines like that?!?! It wasn’t fair! It was totally unfair! He can’t even remember what they’d originally gone out together for at this point.
“If! If you keep saying things like that people are gonna think you like me…!” He warned, relaxing into Dongmin’s side. It was fine if the other initiated the contact, right? Yeah. An arm around the shoulder was about as much as he could take at this point, though. “But we can hang, yeah….”
Was it? Oh god, now Kyouhei had to be wary of his subconscious confessing for him, how awful and embarrassing. He reached up and recovered his face with his hands, sure that if it was physically possible for human being to steam he would be doing so right now, he was so flustered.
“Th-that would be a pretty sucky confession on my part!” He avoided answering directly and instead began delving into why that couldn’t have been a confession, allowing Dongmin his space while also avoiding even looking at him. “For one, aren’t confessions only supposed to be for the ears of the person they’re being confessed to? At least, that’s how I’d prefer it.
“And if I was going to confess my, my love or feelings or whatever wouldn’t it be better to just say it? Indirect stuff like commitments of life are easily misunderstood - so it would be best to say something direct like “I love you, would you like to go out with me” right?”
[I know I didn’t get a lot done today and for that I’m sorry, but I promise I’ll do a lot of replies tomorrow~!]
[I can’t stay up too much later, however, cuz I have to be up by 6 AM and if I stay up late that’s pretty conflicting with the amount of energy I’ll need for classes. G’night!]
♬ - Do you listen to music when you write? If yes, what kind of music?
Uh, only about half the time? The other half of the time I’m usually holding multiple conversations at once and my music will drown out the sound of the “your chat buddy replied!” notification…
When I do listen to music I’ll try to match it with the type of thing I’m writing. I have an angst playlist, a sad n rad playlist, a hot n heavy playlist, a moody playlist, a misc…. every mood. It’s nice. Some of them are still WIPs tho.
๛ - Share an embarrassing story about yourself!
I used to play basketball and my SPECIAL MOVE was zoning out in the court and getting hit by things and/or forgetting rules and/or not hearing our coach tell us it was time to switch out. Good times.
One of my favorite times was once I was blocking a guy so that she couldn’t catch a ball and I forgot the ball was coming our way and it hit me on the back of the head. That was great.
Yaguchi practically sighed when the day was finally over. Not that he was bad at this in any way, on the contrary, he was quick learning how to use the register and take orders, and he seemed to be a natural when it came to customer service.
Seemed, because nothing could be farther from the truth. Behind all those smiles, playful jokes and adorable apologies, Yacchan had just barely kept his real self from taking control. How close he was to spit insults to inconsiderate customers and throw the register machine to each and every guy that somehow thought flirting with him was an ok behavior.
At least now it was over… The job was convenient considering how close to college it was… and he sure needed the money, so it wasn’t as if he was going to quit anytime soon… but the temptation was there.
“Oh, we can eat the pastries? Lucky~” he was tired, but not enough to forget his part of cutesy boy who loves sweets
“Thanks for everything today~ I would have been so discouraged if I were by my own” cute to a slightly apologetic and completely adorable face.
Kyouhei smiled widely - why did it feel like he had competition even though they weren’t competing at anything? - and slipped behind the counter to open the stands of baked goods.
“It’s not a problem! Once you get used to how the regulars act and want things will get much easier!” He chatted offhandedly while reaching in with the tongs to grab each individual snack.
There weren’t too many left, but still, food was food. He turned and jabbed the tongs at his coworker, still grinning.
“I’m not picky at all, and since you did so well on one of your first days, you can pick out whatever you want! I’ll help you wrap them up and you can set them aside before we clean.”
Holy Grounds was everything a struggling college student could need. The tips were great, the atmosphere was lovely (especially the scents and visuals, coffee and sweets were always appealing), and the people were… well, he could deal with them.
“Good job today, coworker!” He cheered at the blond who’d helped hold down the fort nicely while taking off his own apron and folding it neatly over his arm.
“Now we can split whatever is left over - we don’t reuse food here - and I’ll show you how to clean up before we lock up!”
MORE?!?! Well actually, since it’s you, babe, I’m not surprised….
1 - I’ve been self-studying Gaelic Irish for as long as I can remember and it STILL confuses me all the time.
2 - I’m a huge sucker for old-fashioned candy - sanded drops and hard-candy sticks? Sign me up.
3 - For about a year, I tried to teach myself to be left handed and all I managed to do was make my left hand ache so much I had to take a break from playing the piano and develop a new kind of respect for people who use their left hand to write - I kept smudging stuff and making myself cry.
(i love. now i want a love letter in your handwriting )
[I mean, I could? I could write it out and take pictures or something…….. I’m not good at sending letters to people, though. Worse than phone calls, I tell you.]
Uh, woke up at 6 AM because I forgot to turn off my alarm in preparation for Labor Day, got online to see if a friend from Australia was on, went and drank some water for breakfast…
Paid attention to our dogs, did a little cleaning, did a little studying…
Then I logged onto the blog I have linked to fatenet and did my first ask box empty (anxiety) and looked over my replies on all my accounts, saving the ones to drafts that weren’t already there…
Nothing too exciting, I know, but we’re only halfway through the day!
✒ - Do you have a preference when it comes to gender regarding your muses?
NONBINARY OR GENDERQUEER PLEASE AND THANK YOU-!
Which is to say, not usually, but if I spot a muse that has a questionable or outright conflicting gender presentation I’ll snatch them up in a blink. Or if I can I’ll hc them as queergender and write them that way.
1 - My first experience w. roleplaying was LARPing with my best friend… which wasn’t so bad except she always wanted to do romance rps.
2 - I’m convinced the only reason I like Coke over Pepsi is fear.
3 - I was really close with my great-grandmother.
4 - I’m obsessed with salad of all the things.
5 - My muse thirst knows no limit.
6 - The only thing keeping me from playing indie RPG horror games until I die is the knowledge that one day I’m going to die.
7 - My favorite color is purple.
8 - I’m a self-insert shipper.
9 - I will fiercely defend reader-inserts to the death but holy shit can we please acknowledge that not only girls read them anymore? Where are my male and nonbinary reader inserts?
10 - I’m forever going to be bitter about the lack of male and nb reader inserts.
11 - I want to make a LGBTQA+ imagines blog and the only thing stopping me is roleplaying.
Mizumachi was sniffing the air, catching the scent of
someone new in the woods. Not a very familiar scent at all. Smelled… too clean.
The forest was abuzz with energy with all the inhabitants of the forest being
disturbed by this ‘intruder.’
Stalking between all the trees, he stopped to see the image
of a human. Quite rare to find someone around these parts. Many humans have
stopped coming this far for some reason. Perhaps it was all the inhabitants
that were scaring everyone away. What was it? Courage testing? Something like
that. Curious about what this human was doing, Mizumachi focused on the
features of frightened human to mimic his appearance the best that he could.
He ended up very tall. Maybe this was because even among the
others of his kind he was a large tanuki? Was that way he was ridiculously tall
as a human? Should he like adjust the height a bit more to make him look a bit
less intimidate—oof! Too late.
“Haha! You’re a funny
one! I won’t kill ya. The others here might, but I won’t. They’re just a bit
restless because you’re trespassing into their territory.”
The tanuki-turned-human was looking all around at the
rustling branches of the trees, and listening to the howling of the wind.
“So what were you
even doing here anyways? Some courage test?”
The others? What was that supposed to mean? Kyouhei was on the verge of tears, the only thing keeping him from falling to his knees and bursting into stressed tears was the exhaustion.
“I wouldn’t be here willingly unless someone threatened my life!” He protested, hands wringing his shirt anxiously. “I woke up here- I have no- Who even are you???”
Whoever they were, they were extremely tall. If the brunet felt more confident about his estimation abilities, he would say this guy was at least twice his size and looked like he could easily Supplex the lost student.
“Who would come here on a courage test, aside from some species of complete idiots….”