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@brandedsparrow
i meant to rp this weekend and i just...... didn’t
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@brandedsparrow + prev.
He’s pouting, of course, but even so, he must admit that koujaku’s retaliation is nothing short of fair. that doesn’t stop him from pushing him again, though. ❛ then i do it again. ❜
“I cant,” Koujaku replies, grinning as he barely stumbles, “It’s not gentleman-like to be rough, is it? Besides. I don’t think you could handle it.”
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【 ✘ ▪▪▪ @brandedsparrow 】
"So, just how legitimately drunk were you last night? I haven’t seen you that moody since you hit puberty…”
HOW EMBARRASSING ; to be scolded by Aoba, “You really think I was that drunk...?” Koujaku deflects. Yes. Of course he was. He was practically scowling into the bottom of the glass all night in between slurred words, “I was just... y’know. Having an off day. Would have been better if you drank with me.”
OK, but in an actual serious headcanon re: Koujaku and being a hairdresser, I always liked the idea that Koujaku’s mom kept her hair very long, and that from a pretty young age he used to like helping her comb it out and such. He would learn how to braid it and do simple updos early on, and as time went on he’d learn how to do more complex styles for her and would help her pick out accessories and stuff and it became kind of a bonding thing with them.
I just love the image of young Koujaku sitting his mother down, his mother that he obviously admired and held in very high regard, and with very gentle hands does her hair for her because it makes her feel pretty and makes her daily routine just a little bit easier.
Jesus christ
KouAo-Week Day 1 - Childhood
Aoba giving Koujaku the last of Tae’s donuts.
I see no difference
A transparent Koujaku! He’s so hard to draw. (`Δ´)
【 ✘ ▪▪▪ written by LEX 】
█ Guess the riddle wrong - then it’s your turn to change; after all happiness and sadness are only on the SURFACE Guess it’s right then - it’s your turn to act; after all illusion and truth are UPSIDE DOWN
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Rib vs Rhyme
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Closed rp with brandedsparrow
Noiz glanced down at the new shampoo the older male had gotten him, spouting out some nonsense about good hair care, split-ends and other boring shit. He had put off using it for a week because he was waiting for his own to run out, that and he didn’t want to give the old man the satisfaction of making himself smell like flowers or fruit, but he decided to use it quickly before going off to a rhyme spot that he knew would be busy.
Speeding through his house and down to the packed alley, he ignored the random stares he was getting until one of his teammates pulled him aside to point out his now hot pink hair.
He stormed back to his house annoyed about his hair being dyed such an annoying color and garbed his cans of neon green spray paints. If the old man was going to start this up, he was going to finish it. Dating the hairdresser made it a lot easier to know where he is likely to be at times and it gave him just enough of a time slot to spray graffiti and obscene pictures all over the Benishigure walls.
“ YOU LOOK... DIFFERENT, ” Koujaku mused just as the pink haired male came into view. He hadn’t yet seen Noiz’s ‘artwork’, which was why he wore a smirk, and pursed his lips to hide the laughter, “ It, uh, kinda clashes with the green and black thing you have going on. I’m surprised you chose it! ” He gestured to him with a loose motion of his hand, cigarette smoke drifting up into Noiz’s face.
Their relationship was strange; some days they acted as if they’d never seen each other. Others, they couldn’t be apart. Today was probably one of the former.
Koujaku stifled a laugh, “ You, uh, want me to do something about your hair? It’s so weird it turned that colour. All by itself. ” No, of course it was him. A moment later and Noiz was probably going to let loose -- something calm, something calculated, but equally cutting. All he could do was brace himself. “So... back to mine?” A route which would have led them both to Noiz’s defacing of the Benishigure walls.
soft grumbling ensues as he purses his lips. "nothin'. i just felt like it." translation: he wanted koujaku's attention.
“ Just felt like it, ” he echoes, silently snaking a hand around to playfully jab into Aoba’s side. “ And if I just happen to feel like it too? ”