“And so like, they tried to set the area on fire - because fire eats up gas, you know? - but instead it just-it just kept burning, and to this day it’s still burning; to the point that we call it ‘the door to hell’!”
Kyouhei grinned under his laced hands, trying not to seem as bat-shit crazy about natural wonders of the world as he actually was, trying to act as if someone who asked him to throw himself into the door to hell for science would be politely declined.
“And like, you know how if the ground gets too dry that it’ll get spider-web cracks on it? There’s a salt flat in Bolivia that’s 4,086 square miles around that looks like that. Can you imagine? Just - spider webs on the ground as far as your eye could see? What if there were lava spiders! It looks really cool, here, let me show you some pictures-”
Kyouhei sighed into his smoothie, the cold drink absorbing the warmth of his breath and making his hands prickle as if he was holding an icicle.
There was something awfully soothing about hanging around with Kyouya - the slightly older male seemed to have his life a thousand times more together than him, and so naturally, Kyou went to him for advice.
The atmosphere was ideal, too. What better place to discuss human nature than over drinks and sandwiches? No one would pay attention to them - too much background noise to get a fix on any one conversation - and the temperature was just right.
“Do you want dessert? I have some extra cash on hand and I’m in the mood to indulge my sweet tooth. We could share something!”
With a soft yawn, Kyouhei rolled over and rested the side of his head on Karamatsu’s shoulder, his hands softly kneading the quilt he’d spread over their laps while nodded every so often to the song humming through his headphones.
After a moment, in a reprieve between songs, he reached up and plucked one of the buds out of his ears and cleaned it off on his sleeve before holding it up to his partner and snuggle buddy, a sleepy grin crooking his lips.
“This next song reminds me of you. Do you wanna listen to it with me?”
It wasn’t like Kyouhei was eager for adventure. He didn’t have a death wish and he didn’t have wanderlust (not that he was aware of) and he definitely wasn’t on any sort of quest.
The fact that he was a pirate felt as mundane as the fact that he was a little hungry for gold. Which is to say, it was simply part of him. A title that sometimes was okay to flaunt in front of a certain crowd.
As the master of the maps (and the occasional map-maker) he was invaluable to the crew, and to the captain, so there was no risk of him being thrown to the fishes even though he looked foreign and couldn’t shoot to save his life. And it had, at one point, almost cost him his life, but he favored small swords and thin blades and a bullet scar or two wasn’t about to stop him.
His favorite part of being a pirate had to be the treasure hunting, though. The risk of finding a map (how it usually had to be stolen or lifted off someone else), the threat of being found out or halted on their journey, the question of the treasure map being fake, or the treasure all being gone, making their journey worthless….
Okay, so Kyouhei was a bit of an adrenaline junky. No one could blame him. This time had ended well, though, and the path the map insisted they follow was promising.
“Captain,” and with that one word, he winced and cleared his throat. Even after all the years at sea, all the shouting and exposure to the sea air, it was still almost too soft to his ears. “Since this is where the map indicates we dig… the map says we should dig here, I mean. Do you want to direct the crew or would you like me to inform your second - your first mate?”
Kyouhei was a long since coiner of the term “night stalker” in vampire society. It basically meant that whether or not he was the type to crumble in the face of the sun, he primarily prowled after it retreated and the sun took its place.
It was more comfortable in his opinion. No one would see the unnatural pale sheen of his skin at night because everything looked unnatural in the light of the moon. It was also much easier to grab a consensual bite to eat from a large variety of people.
He wasn’t particularly hungry, but holding off on at least getting a snack tonight would probably spell trouble for the future, and so he was on the hunt for a cute and clean neck.
“Hello, hello.” Kyouhei sidled up to one of the more secluded people on a familiar corner, fangs peeking out of his wide, playful grin naturally and his eyes twinkling in the street lamp light. “What is a lovely man like you doin’ on a lovely night like this?
There were certain cliches about his kind that Kyouhei couldn’t understand at all. Garlic? Well, actually, wasn’t that supposed to ward off diseases in some Dark Age old wives tales?
Having their head chopped off? Everything was weak to that. Wooden stakes? Let’s see you try to continue after having a stake shoved through your heart. Just because they didn’t use it didn’t mean it didn’t have a purpose.
The sun? Okay, that was a real thing, but that didn’t mean he understood it. Maybe it was because of the way their bodies functioned? Or maybe it was part of whatever curse allowed them to be animated after death.
As a self-proclaimed Vampire Scientist, Kyouhei would not rest until he found out what it was.
“So how about it?” He smiled, with an admittedly sly look in his burgundy eyes, at Kajika, hands folded together in a prayer stance. “Feel like helping me out for a moon cycle or two?
As a kid, Kyouhei was hardly ever given permission to interact with people his age. Both of his parents and their adult influences insisted it was more important that he was knowledgeable than sociable, and that was that.
It wasn’t like he always adhered to what they wanted though. Him moving away without telling them was part of that, but when he was still little and learning his boundaries he made a larger rebellious move without even knowing, and losing him… losing one of the only kids he had as a friend without warning had been tough.
And now he had the chance to meet them again. Kyouhei recognized the name of the person sitting in parallel to him (how could he not?) and all it would take is a leading question to figure out of Avery still remembered him… and if he could recognize the brunet by name alone.
There was only one way to find out.
“Hey, Avery?” Cautiously, he waved at the pink-haired boy seated next to him. “Uh, do you… have, um.” Oh god, this was not going well, abort, abort. “Do you like sweets?” WRONG QUESTION.
By the dictionary’s definition of “lost”, (unable to find one’s way; not knowing one’s whereabouts), Kyouhei was confoundingly lost and near hopeless in his exploits to become unlost.
Mostly because he was also lost to the way he’d become lost - last he remembered he’d decided to take a break from work and had curled up over his books, not intending to pass out, but….
What else could explain him waking up in what seemed to be the definition of a haunted forest. The shadows, the lack of anything green, the crooked stone paths, the mist… the ambiance, in other words, was slowly causing him to panic.
Nervous is his efforts to keep moving along the barely distinguishable path, Kyouhei tried not to let every sudden, unexplainable noise or oddly shaped shadow get to him, and mostly succeeded until he turned a sharp corner and bumped right into someone.
“Oh god, please don’t kill me I don’t wanna die here-” slipped out on instinct as Kyouhei stumbled back, eyes wide with fear (he was unable to deny it at this point) and body shaking like a leaf as a whole.
buddy i would normally accept the red-hot embrace of fluff-induced death but i’d really like to reply to this + make some starters so please, chill, imbeggi
Send me a ◇ for my muse to to play with your muse’s hair
Send me a ♧ for our muses to cuddle
Send me a ♤ for my muse to style yours, whether it be clothing, jewelry, makeup, etc is up to you
Send me a ♡ for a platonic kiss between our muses
Send me a □ for my muse to give yours a backrub
Send me a ○ for another type of platonic affection that either the sender or receiver can specify
Send me a ° for my muse to try and teach yours something they’re passionate about, a hobby perhaps
Send me a ■ for my muse to read a story to yours
Send me a • to share headphones with my muse
Send me a ☆ to go on a mundane adventure with my muse, such as to get groceries or coffee etc
Send me a ● to hold my muse’s hand
Send me a ¤ for YOUR (The sender’s) muse to play with my muse’s hair
Send me a ▪ to help my muse with a project, mission, something routine around the house, etc
If it had been any one else in an entirely different situation, Kyouya may have been inclined to act with impatience but since this was his younger sibling and he had essentially dropped a life changing bomb on him, he was willing to give the younger male as much time as he needed. He himself had taken a while to adapt to the news, had been a lot more violent in fact but in time he had accepted it. He didn’t have much choice in the matter really, when sound evidence which could knock any argument flat had been supplied for his critical perusal.
Dark orbs softened slightly behind their glass shields as they regarded the shorter male standing before him, his younger brother… The more he studied Kyouhei, the more he could identify the underlying Ootori traits. Perhaps the resemblance was not as strong as it was between his other siblings who shared both parents, but there were unmistakable similarities nonetheless.
The ebony haired male might have felt a bit guilty upon learning that his younger sibling was under the impression that both of his parents were his real ones, meaning that he had been caught totally unawares. Such information would always be shocking but being marginally prepared would have at least softened the blow. Kyouhei hadn’t had that…
“I know exactly who you are…”
Offering the other an understanding look, he made sure to keep his tone gentle so that he wouldn’t frighten his companion off before they had managed to talk it out.
“I’m Kyouya Ootori and I’ve been looking for you for a long time now. I’m sure you must have questions. If you like, we can discuss the matter over coffee.”
When the stranger - now dubbed Kyouya Ootori - finalized what he’d said; Kyouhei was transfixed in a fight-or-flight state. Part of him just wanted to take off, to pack up and get on a plane and to never land. The other was just… over it, already.
After everything that had already happened to him, what was one more complication, one more parent-to-child lie? There was frustration in him, a righteous fury boiling up, but it was mostly overshadowed by both hurt and curiosity.
… What was his relation to Kyouya, exactly? “Sibling” was… a pretty broad term, and there were so many little details that would have to be answered in order for something like this to be easy on Kyouhei’s mind - ah, their names were similar, was that significant or not…?
“… Thank you for putting in the effort to find and tell me this, Kyouya.” Kyouhei finally forced out, the pleasantries tasting and feeling bitter, even to his own ears. To remedy this, he tried for a smile.
“I do have time for a proper discussion about… this, so…. Lead the way?” He wasn’t sure what else could be said. He’d already been promised some answers (and Kyouhei did have questions) and from the sounds of it, he’d need a pick-me-up for this level of serious conversation.
All he’d done was to save the guy’s phone from dropping onto the ground and now he was dealing with someone who was very animatedly saying that he’s saved their life. That was a bit much, wasn’t it? Though he could certainly understand with how people lived for their phones.
Still, this was… a bit more than he was expecting. “Haha– you don’t have to worry about it that much. Your life is a bit much, don’t you think?” He laughed nervously at Kyouhei’s reaction to being handed back his phone before it fell to it’s doom on the hard concrete. Th kiss pressed against his cheek made him freeze up, a shocked expression showing across his features. “You work fast~ Take me out on a date before you kiss me, haha!”
“You do not understand.” Kyouhei fell back into his dramatics, allowing his eyes to glisten with unshed tears (a surprisingly easy feat when you were the local crybaby) and leaned almost entirely on his buddy-friend.
If he wanted to, he could say something extremely self-deprecating about his life not being worth that much, about worry being part of his very being or something equally concerning, but he quickly moved on.
“That is my life, my livelihood you just saved from the unforgiving pavement, Dongmin, and I now must follow you forever,” Kyouhei recalled a dearly loved meme and grinned against the other’s shirt, nefariously, “and if the situation calls for it, I will die for you.”
The quip about dating did make him blush a little and he backed off quickly, realizing how his actions could be mistranslated… or maybe it would be a correct translation but in a joking way? He wasn’t sure.
“I-I!” Apologies were in order… or maybe he should continue the joke…? Kyouhei was a little conflicted. “Uhm, if a date is what you desire, then as you’re newly sworn servant, I, Kyouhei J. Allemand, will provide!”
oso, kara, and jyushi are all fun, unique boys (especially with all the info you’ve given me in the gc oho) and I would gladly let them have their way with kyou, just say the word tbh
♣ {literally dont think i've interacted with kyou from this account but why notttt~}
now that I think about it, I really like the potential dynamic of these two! mama might kill kyou on accident, tho, so that’ll be fun~! all your characters are pretty fun, tbh, so I have to give you the big Thumbs Up in general!
Kyouhei was about to apologize for being so snappy toward a total stranger, knowing more than anyone else that sometimes people just zoned out and it couldn’t be helped, when he was backhanded with that claim.
It took a moment to settle in. More than a moment. Maybe two moments and a half. No matter how long it took, shock still held him in its clasped hands as he mulled over what a stranger could gain from doing something like this.
“Aha, that’s… funny?” He looked around, trying the spot reaction cams or photographers or anything that would reveal this as a set-up. As some sort of elaborate prank. “Ah, unless you’re serious, in that case.”
If this person was being serious about them being siblings, what did that mean about the life he’d lived up until now? Sure, he’d never seen a birth certificate or an adoption certificate (there’d never been a reason to) but that didn’t necessarily mean….
Kyouhei cleared his throat and met the stranger’s dark eyes, once again. “I know who my parents are? So you might… have the wrong person… uh, unless… you’re completely serious? Unmistaken?”
It was a difficult thing to fathom. That he might have more family out there, that someone put effort into finding him in such a situation… it was. Strange and a bit prickly. But he wouldn’t think about it anymore unless this person was absolutely certain.
“My name is Kyouhei… Kyouhei Allemand.” Hearing himself say his last name was weird. Nonetheless, the student continued. “Are you sure I’m the person you’re looking for?”
Mika felt much more free and happy travelling than being close to his birthplace. It wasn’t home. It never really was, as there was nothing there for him but bitter memories and sadness. Even so, he did felt the need to return sometimes, maybe because Sinnoh was the place where he had started and because there were many things he did enjoyed about the many ruins and cities.
He was making his way to Hearthrome City, when he happened to cross paths with another trainer. He was a bit distracted, and he had always been the clumsy and distracted type, so it was rather often that he bumped into people. But not always did people suddenly went for a fight because of that.
Throwing his eyes to the ground as he heard the other commenting on them, he reached to his own poke-balls as well, not wanting to be caught of guard. His own Mimikyu had moved forward in the meantime, stepping between the stranger and Mika in a defensive manner.
“I ain’t want no trouble, but I won’t pull my punches if you go for it”
While the route stalker in him was raring and ready to go, the budding researcher in him immediately froze at the sight of the Mimikyu, swaying slightly in it’s Pikachu disguise and acting obviously protective.
His heart froze and then his heart melted.
“Aww, what a cutie!” He kneeled down so as to get a better look at the rare Pokemon - well, it wasn’t native to Unova or Sinnoh, and so it was fairly rare? Not rare in the traditional sense, but….
“We can battle later, sure, but wow, where’d you found them! They look to be in excellent condition, for not being regional!” Kyouhei looked up at the trainer, eyes glittering happily.
Awakening due to the noise he was now making, his Superior popped her head over his shoulder, out from under his coat which hid her form unless you were looking for it, and eyed what she saw as a rival trainer with wariness.
Leo watched on as chaos unfolded, oblivious to the fact that he may possibly be the cause of all this commotion. A spark of inspiration suddenly struck him as he watched the explosion happen in mere seconds. An action scene! A fight between the humans and aliens trying to take over the planet! Yes, yes! The inspiration was coming forth!
A surge of motivation came forth and he whipped out his pen and notepad from the pockets of his large hoodie and started scribbling in it. It wasn’t until a pair of eyes looked up at him that he realized there was another person within his vicinity.
When did they get there? Were they a ninja that popped out of the smoke, ready to attack? Of course, Leo was ready to dodge anything that came his way. But the more important question was.
“Who’re you!?”
Any polite or simple words died in his throat at the slightly accusatory tone the other person took, despite this probably being their fault! Kyouhei sat up, snagged his glasses off his face, shoved them into his chest pocket, and pinched his nose for a solid three seconds.
It wasn’t nearly as bad as it could’ve been, so there was at least that, and he could get more cubes, right? Probably. It wasn’t a big deal. As long as no one heard that commotion it would be fine.
“Since you’re the intruder, shouldn’t you introduce yourself first?” Not bothering to stand, Kyouhei merely leaned back so that he could reassess the new person. “Why’d you come in here!?”
He finally managed to get a triangle up and he just leaned back into his seat, just basking in his moment of glory. Success has never felt this good before. The thought that he had many more triangles to make was a fact he pushed out into the corner of his mind for now. He just wanted to feel victorious for a short while longer. “Yeah, it is pretty difficult, I just now managed my first one.”
Sitting up straight once more while letting out a sigh, he didn’t realize that his exhale of air was enough to disrupt his triangle and it toppled over. Throwing his head back, he groaned quietly. “Back to zero.” How long was it going to take to finish off the one this time?
With Kyouhei asking for a ‘solid’, Dongmin looked over quizzically, wondering what it was that he wanted help with. “What’s up? What do you need?” He was ready to help out if it meant he could hold off on trying to make a triangle again. He simply wasn’t ready to have to go through the pain of needing to watch him fail repeatedly over these triangles.
“Do you need me to hold onto your triangles or something?” He asked, now noticing that Kyouhei was holding onto the card that was placed on top of the two triangles he’d made.
“When I see pictures or videos it always looks super easy… but I guess that’s just movie magic.” His conclusion was so mismatched (nonsensical words and an almost comedically stern tone of voice) that Kyouhei actually giggled a little.
The brunet nodded for two beats and shuffled over a little so that Dongmin wouldn’t have to contort in order to reach the two triangles he’d somehow kept up this time.
“Please do! I feel like they’ll stay up as soon as I get the… the roof on them, but they need a little support before I leave them on their own.” Yikes, that sounded a bit too deep for something so simple.
“In other words, give them the spine they deserve.”
[水] - Haha! A beach-y person. That’s one way to term it. He loved being in the water as much as he loved being on the football field.
"I guess you could say that? I love the water. Though I also love the football field. Guess you can consnider me a water giant who plays football, haha!“
There was something much like a beach a distance away, but for someone like Mizumachi, it was always well worth the travel. He just considered it to be something like a fun adventure. Travelling to the beach was nothing compared to taking a flight to the US for the sake of football for the ‘American Football Youth World cup’. That sure was a great time, it was!
It was always a mystery to a lot of people how he could be as energetic as he was. He ate a lot of food as expected of an anthlete and he just practiced very hard, and his body was quite used to working hard every day to break down and build itself to be even stronger. It wasn’t as though they met up every single day for practice so it was a game of balancing time to be honest.
Not to forget that depending on the time of the year it was and the seasons, some clubs would go on break. You can’t expect kids to be swimming in pools in the winter time after all. If the school was blessed to have an indoors pool, it was fine, but not every institution was quite that lucky.
"Nhaaha! Yep! I’m working towards what I want to do. For now I want to continue being an athlete. I don’t plan on quitting just yet. Well, let’s get going! If we stick around too long, it’ll get dark.”
Mizumachi playfully saluted back and he started to lead the way back towards the dorm, going through a different route that Kyouhei took to get here. Mizumachi took different routes all the time to see something new and interesting.
“So sporty things in general interest you?” Swimming and football were the two most sporty activities Kyouhei could imagine, and since Mizumachi looked like he could knock the freshman over with a finger, it wasn’t too hard to imagine him on a field.
… Did that make him the nerd in this situation? Science was a pretty nerdy thing, so it did fit, this metaphorical boot he himself created in that very moment.
Before he could ask, he realized they were talking more about school than sports now, and that they needed to get going. Settling into an easy pace next to Mizumachi was easy, although he had no idea where they were going.
“I’ll probably stick with what I have too.” It wasn’t like he was a risk taker, after all, and he felt like it would be a pain if he started over with another major in mind. “And thanks for taking me back.”
Face flushed from the neck up with just the feel of Avery’s hand in his, Kyouhei did his best to be the most natural walker in the history of walking naturally. Difficult, when he was sincerely concerned that his hands were too sweaty for the action to be comfortable, but he was just barely managing.
He was grateful for the ability to do this, after all. The student was trying his hardest - was going to keep trying his hardest.
Overcome with warm fuzzies, Kyouhei brought the hand holding onto his up to his mouth, pressing a heartfelt kiss there and lingering for a moment before reality came crashing down and he released it with a spluttered apology.
Kyouhei narrows his eyes at the much, much taller male for a moment, actually being forced to consider how to proceed due to the very obvious height difference between them.
Showing his affection, in this case, was more frustrating than embarrassing (although his cheeks were already filling in with pink as he thought more and more about it) but with a little difficulty, he stood on the tips of his toes to press a modest kiss to Kyouya’s cheek.
“There! Now you can’t say I never gave you anything!”
Kyouhei was hiding his barrage of giggles behind one hand, the other tangled up in Izumi’s shirt so that they could walk side by side without thinking too hard about it.
Most of his interactions with the model were a mix of serious and fun - it was just how their personalities mixed - but he was always surprised when he got an honest laugh out of it.
“Hey, hey Sena-chan, slow down a bit!” It was only fitting to give proper thanks, right? He could try to pretend that Izumi wasn’t extremely appealing, that this wasn’t selfish, but honestly….
When he slanted his lips against the model’s, even though it was for a moment, it greatly added to his euphoric state, and he had to pull back quickly so he didn’t outright laugh into the kiss.
Although Kyouhei excelled at giving affection on the fly - a hug here, a back rub there, maybe some hand holding if he felt particularly bold - his power was immediately stripped if he actually thought about doing something before doing it.
Shuffling a little closer to Jyushimatsu before taking a step back again, the brunet wondered for a cold moment if he could just… not do anything. If his affection starved conscious could stand to just hold off on doing anything.
Actually, maybe he should just wing it? With that thought in mind, he leaned down slightly to kiss the yellow-themed Matsu on the forehead, hoping that it would go over well, hands clenched tensely into fists.
“Dongmin, I owe you my life.” Voice intense and eyes almost eerily fixed on his ‘savior’, Kyouhei latched onto the other’s side as soon as he was within grabbing distance, his arms wrapped around Dongmin’s neck in a dramatic pose.
“Do you get me? It’s yours now. My life. Yours.” Tone completely at ease now, he grinned against the other’s cheek before pressing a chaste kiss there, his thankful mentality making an impulsive (brief) appearance. “I really am grateful to you!”
With an almost dreamy sigh, Kyouhei spun in place next to Karamatsu, taking on the appearance of someone fantasizing over a person, place, or thing… when in reality it was more along the lines of him making fun of himself.
“Ah yes, let’s become attracted to every living male in the immediate vicinity, Kyou, great idea Kyou.” He sent the fanciful boy beside him a quirky grin before lifting one hand to his lips and kissing his fingers in an exaggerated manner before blowing the “kiss” at his companion.
“You qualify, Kara! Take one, take many- Ah.” Sheepish at giving into a childish action like that, Kyou pressed his hand to his mouth again. “Sorry, sorry, that was immature of me. Do you want me to take that back?”
Kyouhei had an inkling that the saying “good things never last” went hand in hand with “time flies when you’re having fun” in his life, with only himself to blame with the way his activities were organized.
“Super sorry I have to cut our time together, short, Oso!” Already cutting it close with how soon he needed to be in the lab (especially with his default speed), the brunet cut into his dialogue to buy time.
Assured that he was carrying all he’d brought with him, Kyouhei leaned down to peck the corner of Osomatsu’s mouth before fleeing the scene, face tinged pink.
Traveling really was the best experienced. While Unova was supposedly the region of adventure, it being a relatively new area, to Kyouhei it was the other regions that were a mystery.
Sinnoh, for instance… how to say… the element of the unknown made the brunet giddy with excitement. All the ruins, from the Solaceon ruins to whatever was going on in Celestic Town, he’d never experienced something like that before!
The veteran star exhaled loudly, already looking around Route 209 to determine the best way to avoid all the trainers - not that Kyouhei had anything against battling, but he wanted to get to Hearthrome City so he could meet the resident Gym Leader - it was only polite, after all!
Absentminded, due to his thoughts wandering to the gym leader’s preference - Ghost types, immune to normal type attacks, while Normal types were immune to Ghost types, how strange - he ended up bumping into someone.
“Hey, too bad.” Automatically, Kyouhei reached toward his poke-balls, smiling without restraint. “I suppose you want to battle now, seeing as I technically met your eyes just now? Sorry for bumping into you!”
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“Are you stupid?“ izumi retorted, lifting an eyebrow. Was this guy honestly so… blunt?
“Being a quick learner means you understand things easily and are good taking them to practice. How is that not something convenient? You could give other’s study tips or the sort. Having sense of rhythm means you could either try dancing or singing, maybe playin an instrument. And if you don’t feel apt for that you could just play rhythm games. they are rather popular nowadays.” he continued, uncrossing his legs just to cross them once more “You are just not seeing them in the right way because you are fucking blunt”
Yes he was angry at this idiot not realizing all the good things he had on him.
“Hah? as if I’d worry about something like that myself. This level of advice is just normal” he replied, shaking his head “Not listening nor trying to come up with anything constructive when someone needs you is terribly rude and childish, don’t you know?”
The insult made Kyouhei flinch but he managed to cut off any protests he had by pressing his knuckles to his lips, the bones pressing against his pouting lips while he listened to Izumi break down his self-criticism.
“Mm, isn’t long term memory more valuable though?” He muttered around his hands, tilting his head into a contemplative pose. As for dancing, singing… he’d never taken a class like that in his life. Creativity wasn’t exactly something his parents pursued in him, after all.
And rhythm games…? What were those? He was tempted to ask, eyes crinkled at his advisor in confusion.
The brunet was almost tempted to warn against sour language - not that he was a prude, it was just first instinct. As pretty as Izumi was, the swearing was… almost unfitting, even though it suited his voice (or not. Kyouhei wasn’t sure).
“You didn’t have to help, though.” He felt like he was in Izumi Sena’s debt now, whether the other acknowledged it or not. “A-anyway, your constructive criticism is greatly appreciated! I’ll try to keep it in mind.”
[I had a kind of artist block due to placement exams but now that the first one is over and I qualified for one of the classes I wanted I’m doing better so. Expect some replies this weekend if I don’t end up crashing, I guess.]
[水] - Yep! Just about anything was good with Mizumachi. He didn’t have any complaints or anything to give with what he’d added to the blender so he kept quiet as he watched Kyouhei preparing the smoothie. With the smaller male almost running into his arm, the athlete lifted his arm up and out of the way so he didn’t run headfirst into his bicep.
“Yeah? Where do they come from then? Are they like potatoes?”
Mizumachi wasn’t allergic to anything himself so he didn’t know firsthand what it was like to suffer an allergic reaction. He could only assume that it seriously sucked. He was going to have to be careful around Kyouhei then if he had peanuts with him. Don’t want to hurt your friend after all.
“Nhaa~ Sounds good! We should set up a trip one day! I can show you around the beach!”
With a big grin, he moved in close to wrap an arm around Kyouhei’s shoulders. A bit of a reach… and a stretch, mind you but that’s okay! He’s flexible enough to pull it off. Okay no, just less than a minute of this was starting to hurt with the awkward posture he had to twist his body into.
“You’re pretty short, huh?”
Sometimes Mizumachi just spoke without thinking much on what he was saying. He didn’t mean anything by it, but it was true that Kyouhei was just ‘short’ in comparison to Mizumachi.
Cheeks puffed out slightly in embarrassment, Kyouhei mumbled a quiet thanks at Mizumachi for moving at the last second and slipped over to his cabinet to snag some large cups, perfect for big drinks.
“I think so…?” They grew out of the ground, right? Or something equally odd. He nearly snorted while putting his answer together. “Yeah, they’re the potato nuts.”
A beach day… that sounded really nice, actually. Kyouhei was already imagining how the sand would feel under his toes, how the salty breeze would hit his face when Mizumachi brought him into a bit of an awkward side hug.
“Ghck!” Kyouhei coughed, nearly dropping the cups but managing to land them both on the counter. “Yeah! I’m short! That’s fine! It’s great, I’m just. I’m not even five and a half feet tall, was there something you were trying to say?”
This was all said with his palms steadily dragging down his cheeks, which not only made some of the words slur together but also steadily stretched his face out so that when he looked up at Mizumachi to confront him, it looked like he was pouting. And he was.
“… you’re really tall, man. What is your secret? Please tell me.”
Minako watched him carefully as he rolled out his shoulders, probably to get all the kinks out of it or maybe to get all his wiggles out so that he wouldn’t disturb her while they were sleeping. It was nice of him to keep that in mind.
Her napping buddy laid down on his back and had his hands folded over his stomach and his head was titled so he could see her. Oh yeah, his introduction reminded her that she should probably do the same, it was kind of rude that she hadn’t done so already.
“You’re welcome, I’m happy to do this. I’m Minako by the way, nice to meet you Kyouhei.” She laid on her side, smiling at him.
“That’s a very pretty name.” Kyouhei offered in return, grinning widely and then righting himself so that he was staring up at the sky. Ah, this was much more comfortable.
“Do you nap here often, Minako?” It was a really good spot. He was surprised a spot like this existed, to be honest. “In this spot, I mean, cuz’ I’m considering visiting again.”
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Dongmin wasn’t too good at this either, but he did have the patience for it, so he was sure that as long as they both remained calm and worked hard at it, they would be able to get this to work for them. With the base being as long as it was, he wondered if they would even have enough cards to even finish off their card castle or not. “I think what we have now should be good. Any longer, we may not have enough cards to finish.”
Just a guess on his part, really. With Kyouhei already starting to try to make his triangles, Dongmin on the other half of the castle was trying to do the very same. Absolute quiet descended down on the two of them as they both were keeping quiet to focus with everything they had to make their triangles. Carefully he was trying to make it so that the very tips of the cards would touch at the top, and to have the cards be spaced evenly apart from the center.
Almost there… he could do this. How about—nope. Okay. Let’s try this again. Maybe if he tries to put the bottom of the cards in between two base cards?
“That’s true.” As many cards as Kyouhei had made, there was no telling how many they’d actually need. He rested his elbows on the table, right next to his own stack of cards, and began to set cards up.
“Ah.” On his second set, it collapsed and took out the one he’d managed to stay up. “Harder than it looks.”
Not that the student was surprised, but sometimes images made it look so easy. Or maybe he was thinking of plastic cup towers, which were, of course, way easier to make.
With a little difficulty, Kyouhei managed to get two triangles up and began to set a card down on top of them, carefully. He felt like if he let go, he’d ruin everything.
Komui had not paid too much attention to the students he had passed as he casually ambled back in the direction of his office. He had been idly wondering whether or not anyone would contact him soon or if he should have a more realistic outlook and temper his already mounting anticipation.
It was rather difficult not to get excited at the thought of having a student assist him with his experiments once more however, a slight grin appearing on his face as he imagined all the things that he and his future assistance could accomplish. Of course, he would have to give the prospective student a probation period to determine whether it would be a good fit for the both of them but those details could be worked out at a later stage.
He would need someone to apply first after all.
Suddenly a voice called out from behind him, a rather breathless sounding voice at that, and assuming that the stranger meant him he came to a abrupt stop. Turning to regard the student that had called out to him with some curiosity, the scientist couldn’t say that he recognised him from anywhere which made him wonder what the student wanted. Maybe something had fallen out of his lap coat?
“How can I help you?”
It had taken a little while to catch up - Kyouhei was no long distance runner either, so he was panting ever-so-slightly, his expression fixed with determination.
“Ah, are you…” the brunet thought back to the poster, trying to remember any contact information before just shrugging and continuing with what he had on hand. “Are you the one who put up the poster looking for an aid? I saw you walking away from one but I don’t want to assume…!”
Now that he thought about it, Kyouhei recognized this person. Wasn’t he a professor in one of the few science classes the student didn’t attend? He stood up a little straighter, just in case.
“I was asking because I’m very interested in - that is, I really want to apply to it, so….”
[水] - Mizumachi continued to watch Kyohei making the smoothies from over his shoulder. He was using good ingredients for the smoothie, so it was bound to be tasty and healthy. Those were the best combinations in his mind. High in protein or calories were also good characteristics to have, but high calorie and greasy were not.
Eating a lot of greasy food wasn’t good for your diet. It wasn’t very nutritious for one thing, but lots of oil and grease made for weaker joints. Lots of junk food made it more likely for you to injure yourself if you weren’t careful on the field. Sports injuries were bad, and could lead to you never being able to play sports ever again if you weren’t careful.
“Yeah? Peanut butter? Is it just peanut butter? What about just peanuts or any other kind of nut? Sucks that you’re allergic to peanut butter.”
Lots of really tasty treats were made with peanut butter, like chocolates and cookies. Though, it was good that he wasn’t allergic to chlorine, because then that meant he could invite his friend to the pool!
“If you aren’t allergic to chlorine, then we should go swimming one day! Do you know how to swim? If not, I can teach you!”
Don’t feel bad if you don’t know, he only learned how to swim himself a few years ago, so it wasn’t like he could judge you if you couldn’t.
After mixing in fruit to his liking (if Mizumachi hadn’t requested anything than anything should be fine, right?) Kyouhei set the blender on low and turned back to his guest, nearly hitting his face into his bicep while doing so.
“Dunno, I haven’t risked eating peanuts but I assume that it’d get me the same results.” The student folded his hands together before continuing. “And peanuts are actually different from any other kind of nut - they aren’t tree nuts so I think I can safely eat other kinds of… but I haven’t risked it and I don’t think I’m going to, you know? Allergic reactions are not fun, no matter how quickly you use an EpiPen.”
He was well aware he was missing out on a lot of things but at least there was now the knowledge that if he wanted an easy out of a class he could just give himself an allergic reaction and be hospitalized for a few days.
“I know how to swim!” Kyouhei laughed, delighted by the invitation. It wasn’t too often that he was invited out, so he accepted immediately. “Sounds like fun, so as long as I’m not busy, sure!”
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