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❝ as clean and empty as a hollow bottle. ❞ -- closed and affiliated goro akechi. not spoiler free.

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partiipris:

Akira gives his friend an expectant smile, foolishly hoping that for once, just once, Goro would satisfy his ego. But of course not- his smile drops into a pout as the words “you’re passable” leave Goro’s lips.

      “Ah, how you wound me. It wouldn’t kill you to play along at least a little.” He followed in behind Goro and went behind the counter to put on the green apron that Sojiro had him wear while working here. 

     “ Yea it’s fine, he says it’s good practice. Now then-” Akira paused to jokingly fumble with a cup, as if to drop it on the floor and shatter it, before placing it down on the counter  in front of Goro. “What can I get for you?”

Akira was being given a second chance to impress Goro and elicit a genuine compliment from him. He had been working hard to learn how to make a good cup of coffee under Sojiro’s tutelage, and had even gone out of his way to read up about it online and in books too. Sojiro did say that ladies love a guy who knows his coffee, so the Shujin student assumed that it should work just fine in this case too.

goro quietly laughs at akira’s pout, only for it to cut off as akira makes this show of fumbling the cup he’s holding, as if it’s about to fall to the floor. goro simply gives his friend a highly unimpressed look, then a sigh.

❝ well, i don’t know, ❞ he flatly says, moving to sit on one of the stools by the counter---third one nearest to the yellow payphone. he looks at the numerous jars neatly placed in the shelf behind akira, tilting his head to the side as he reads the label on every jar. well, they don’t make any sense to him.

goro is a coffee person, sure, but it’s probably pushing too far to say he knows anything technical about coffee. perhaps it’s better to say he’s more of an instant coffee person. that sounds about right.

he looks back at akira with a shrug. ❝ what will you recommend? ❞

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hanakiis:

                                            🌧️ CLOSING BLUES 🌧️

               “Hey, welcome to the Grindhouse.” Takahiro greets as the door’s chime alerts him of a new customer ; he’s elbow-deep in dishes, TRYING to get them done quickly so he can leave at a decent time after closing up the cafe for the night. He quickly finishes his current dish, giving his hands a quick wash and dry before making his way to the counter to take the order. Sure, it’s a LITTLE frustrating to have a customer walk in so close to closing but he wasn’t about to let it get to him. Besides, doing up a quick drink wouldn’t be too bad!

“Just so you know, we’re closing in a bit, so I have to lock the doors soon-.” Takahiro begins to explain but is stopped once he finally looks up to the person who just walked in ; SOAKED TO THE BONE in rainwater. Takahiro quirks a brow and looks out the windows─ just when had it started pouring? With a sympathetic sigh, Takahiro takes a look at the clock then back to the customer. It would be CRUEL to send them back out like this.

“Uh, never mind, you can stay here ‘till you dry off a bit.” he suggests. He could deal with repercussions later, though he seriously doubted his boss would be too upset with him if it meant more business, “What’re you havin’ tonight?”

the weather forecast didn't say anything about this.

goro still hasn't bought a new umbrella after his last one broke, deciding he'd buy one next week instead; obviously, that was a stupid decision, since now he's sprinting to the nearest building he can find to hide from the rain ( again ).

it just so happens it's the bellevue grindhouse. goro hopes to find a familiar face as he pushes the door open---only to find that no, his acquaintance isn't on duty right now, and the coffeeshop is near closing.

ugh.

still, he smiles, especially when the other says he's free to stay until he dries off.

❝ thank you, ❞ goro says, bowing slightly and quietly wincing at the big puddle of water forming under his feet. he straightens himself. ❝ i'll have a large caramel macchiato, please, with three extra shots of espresso. ❞ he pauses for a moment, eyeing the comfort room that's on the far end of the coffeehouse before visibly shivering. right, the place is air-conditioned. he hasn't felt this cold since he was seven. ❝ make it steaming hot, ❞ he adds.

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     A figment of the imagination, a quirked brow; curious red eyes only gleam what little of the situation he had caught, but it was astounding still. For him, at least. Friendliness wasn’t the name of the game; handed the short-end of the stick, Enzo played the fool time and time again. For a lost and crying child, the face of a stone-cold man with a scowl on his face was frightening. The loud crying abated to quiet sobs, though the cold had seeped from his cracks and sent the little girl shivers up and down her spine. More crying. Just great, he thought for a while until something close to a miracle happened.

“Hell, I don’t know how you did it, kid,” he grumbled, fingers gestured to the child skipping away from them a bright smile and warm eyes, “Took me half an hour for the brat to calm down. And here you come outta nowhere a minute later, then she’s suddenly all smiles and skips and joyful. Kinda like magic. Or witchcraft? Bribery?”

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❝ haha, that’s too much credit, don’t you think? ❞

he doesn’t look at the man, opting instead to watch the little girl skip away with a smile towards her parents, who were careless enough to let their daughter out of their sight. careless idiots, he’d spit out, but he’s much better than that.

it’s not a compliment; goro doesn’t think it is, maybe an observation with a hint of awe in it, but it makes the corners of his lips quirk up into a smile. what he just did isn’t magic, or witchcraft, or bribery. just something goro thinks he needs to be good at, exactly for those words just now. the man must be grateful goro had come to his aid.

❝ children aren’t that hard to please, ❞ he says instead, but it’s not a lie. he was like that, too, after all, until he realised he deserved far better than what he got. ❝ just tell them what they want to hear. ❞ it’s how it works for most people, too, and not just children. ❝ and having a candy or two won’t hurt, either, ❞ he adds with a light laugh.

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Focus/Interest

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redandblue-tatara:

      Ah, Tatara must sound like some kind of salesman at the moment. He backed off a little bit, trying to seem unthreatening, and made a show of not peering over his shoulder. He wasn’t worried about anyone overhearing, the crowd was moving steadily, everyone off in their own little world.

      “Well, I hate to seem creepy, but I couldn’t help but notice…” actually, he’d better try that again. The blond held up his hands, in a ‘pardon me’ of sorts. “Actually, I guess I should ask if you noticed someone was following you?”

      It would be easier to help if they already knew about it, of course, and he didn’t know how to break it to them without getting right to the point - besides, who knew how long they had before whoever it was decided to make their move…?

      “I realize that this doesn’t look good for me, but I couldn’t just let it go, on the off-chance that you weren’t aware of it.”

the question is unexpected, but thinking it over, it shouldn’t that be surprising; perhaps goro is too focused on the worst case scenario that he hadn’t thought that maybe this stranger isn’t with that weird stalker. in any case, he hadn’t seen this one coming.

it’s a pleasant surprise, to say the least.

goro’s smile still remains in place as he nods at the stranger in reply. he turns his back to the stranger and continues his way to the station, gesturing at the stranger to follow him.

❝ i suppose they’re way too suspicious for anyone else not to notice, ❞ goro says, tone even, still smiling, like he and the stranger are just talking about the nice weather and the pleasant chirping of birds. ❝ however, i didn’t think someone would approach me about it. strangers tend to keep their noses out of someone else’s business, you know? ❞

the statement is rather harmless, but the message is clear: i don’t trust you just yet. ❝ so, now you know that i know. what do you intend to do about it? ❞

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[florascape]

SHOWTIME WITH :: @dissirnulo.

                ❝ y'know, I don’t mean to interrupt whatever this is, but, I really need to get something off of this shelf. ❞ a confession that sliced through the air after countless seconds, minutes, of silence. after reading a couple of cookbooks, an urge to replicate some of the dishes began to overlap all other sense of thought :: alas, the only thing separating she and said imagery was the small gathering within the grocery aisle — yet, the brazillian’s statement was moreso directed at the closest figure to the desired item : the brunette male, ❝ i’ll be out of your way once I get it, or, you know, you get it for me. the flour and baking soda. ❞

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the small crowd is grating at most, but, damn it, goro will die first before losing his chance on getting his hands on the limited stock jamaican blue mountain beans the grocery has on sale. sale! they had it set up in one aisle, though, and said aisle is packed. who could’ve known that there are other people around here that are particular enough about their coffee?

it takes goro a second to realise that he’s being spoken to, and when he does, he quickly turns to her, then at the items she’s asking him to get: flour and baking soda. from where he’s standing in the crowd, they’re not too far from him.

❝ oh, ❞ he says, ❝ let me get them for you, then. ❞ he snatches a pack of flour from the shelf, then a few steps forward, and he takes a small pack of baking soda, too. he turns to her and hands them to her.

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Watching a Fat Cat

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theshadowjjang:

      Well this was a problem wasn’t it, if both of them hadn’t a sense for naming things? Surely they would be able to come up with something if they both thought hard about it. What was it that they say about two heads? It’s better than one, right? Dongmin had faith in them all, they could do this, surely.

With the name tabby being thrown out, black eyes stared down at the feline who was batting at the air with irritation (still complaining at Dongmin, no doubt), but it wasn’t hissing. “I think maybe we’re on the right track. It’s not hissing at least. Looks like you’re better at this than I am!” Dongmin chuckled to himself and stared at the cat that was so plump, it was almost like it was a pumpkin.

Pumpkin, huh? “What about Pumpkin?” The cat was just irritated with the human who was the sole reason for it losing his prey, so the cat hissed every time Dongmin spoke up. No dice, huh? Truly these two were making the wrongful assumption that the cat understood what was being said to it and was voicing its displeasure by hissing. This feline was simply upset with Dongmin distracting it enough that it let its prey get away! How will you make it up to him, huh? Compensate, you evil human!

“Do you not like pumpkins? What about something like Kiwi then? Everyone likes Kiwi, right?” Just what was this guy’s naming sense, anyways? Guess it didn’t go over well with the cat seeing as it hissed once more. “I thought Pumpkin was a good name though, don’t you agree? It’s orange like a pumpkin.” Dongmin looked at Goro with a smile on his face. He was pretty amused at the current moment so he was pretty happy.

It was then when Dongmin realized something. “Oh, by the way, my name is Dongmin. What’s your name?”

this stranger is rather amusing, goro will give him that. he’s rather adamant to name the plump feline a name for some reason, though he really shouldn’t; it’s not his to begin with, and it’s most likely a stray, and it somehow really hates the man.

goro continues to watch as the feline hisses at the other with every name he comes up with, and goro tilts his head at the hissing cat, remembering that prior to him confronting the man about this...whole nicknaming thing, the cat lost its prey.

goro is carrying a grocery bag full of food.

hmm...

he turns his head at the stranger, blinking, and this time he tilts his head at the stranger instead of the cat. a smile graces his lips, and he nods at the stranger--dongmin, he corrects himself---as a loose way of saying nice to meet you.

❝ goro, ❞ he replies, and he looks back at the annoyed cat. ❝ hmm, pumpkin sounds fine to me, ❞ he says, ❝ but i don’t think the name is what the cat is mad about. ❞ he puts a gloved hand into his grocery, searching in the bag for something, and then he pulls out a can of tuna. ❝ ever thought that maybe the cat’s mad about losing its food? ❞

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kimiwamiamor:

Yuuto was definitely not the type of person to check the weather, much less to worry about it. In fact, he was hardly informed about… anything. He hardly ever bothered to watch the tv, read the newspapers or check the radio unless it was for music. And even if he did happened to hear something about such matters he would instantly forget as a tune in his head was much more important and enthusing.

His wild and free style was not a facade to sell himself -like the prince-like attitude of his partner Keigo was- but the hard reality of his selfish and determined character. He’d do as he pleased, and not even a natural disaster stood a chance before him. If he had to be drenched from head to toes, then so be it. He’d walk right under the rain as if nothing happened.

Of course, that can’t be considered a healthy behavior, much less something an idol should do. He still lacked the understanding of what an idol really was and the resolution to be that. So he was constantly told to be more considered and less daring. In fact, today he was forced to carry an umbrella very much against his will because ‘the weather could get pretty bad’.

Since he already had the -rather big- umbrella with him, it’d be more of a waste to not open it. So he did. And continued his leisured walk down the street, a hand on the pocket of his jeans and leather boots splashing on the puddles without much consideration.

Until someone suddenly sprinted from a close-by building, suddenly stepping surprisingly close to him, ducking just slightly as he got himself under the umbrella. Clothes already rather drenched and -if he were to believe the man- useless umbrella in hand, he seemed to be having a bad time under this rain.

“Why you ask? You asking to share the umbrella?” he replied sharply, one shoulder lifted slightly and head tilted to the side, red eyes looking at the man in front of him.

If this umbrella was his own, Yuuto wouldn’t mind just handing it over. But the thought of being nagged yet again was unpleasant enough to keeping him from doing that.

“I am, so come closer” he insisted, soon gluing his arm to the other man, looking down at him with rather uninterested eyes before looking ahead once again “It isn’t much use if you’re gonna be half drenched anyway, don’t you think?”

inconveniences like this are almost the bane of goro’s existence. they’re spontaneous and unpredictable, and while he handles them just fine, he dislikes getting thrown off guard and the feeling that comes with it: the surprise and shock. it makes him feel as if he still has no control over his circumstances, and, well, admittedly, that’s pretty dramatic of him, but he’s always been dramatic. it’s part of his growing up.

with all that about him, it’s easy to assume that jumping into far-fetched conclusions is something goro would definitely do, despite priding himself with sharp observational skills.

the curt reply from the man isn’t unexpected; after all, goro is a complete stranger who suddenly came barging into his personal space, but, still, goro’s smile falters a little at the man. well, all the man has to say is no, and goro will be more than happy to walk out of the umbrella and the man’s life and back into the rain---

❝ oh, ❞ goro smartly blurts out, blinking at the man’s reply and unimpressed look at him. a look of surprise crosses his face for a moment, and then he smiles once more, nodding as he follows the stranger.

❝ that’s very kind of you, ❞ he says, tucking his useless umbrella into his briefcase. ❝ thank you. i’m in your debt. ❞

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Focus/Interest

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      Tatara was observant. It was his hobby, basically, to observe what went on around him and to try to deduce what was happening. A girl on a street corner, ignoring a green light because she was arguing with a family member. A couple that were just starting their relationship, going without the help of a red thread.

      A boy with a rather persistent stalker. Or maybe they weren’t following him? Maybe they were both headed in the same direction? But they were watching him, almost intently and at the danger of bumping into other people, and frequently stopped so that they wouldn’t get too close.

      Doing his best to make a concerned expression, Tatara approached the boy in their stead, quickly grabbing his attention by snagging the corner of his sleeve and grinning, sharply.

      “Excuse me, might I grab a moment of your time?”

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goro knows he’s being followed.

why, though, is anyone’s guess. having admirers isn’t new to him, and he couldn’t care less about them, really, but this is a first, to be followed around like this. he doesn’t mind---doesn’t care, but if they end up following him home, well, that’s a problem. a stranger following you around until they know where you live? goro doesn’t want to find himself in a situation similar to those crime dramas.

so he already devised a plan to throw off the stalker---he thinks they’re a stalker, anyway; what else could they be? the plan is straightforward: head to the train station, find the nearest public restroom, lock it, then sneak out of the window and catch the earliest train regardless of its destination.

or, he could just confront them. in this crowd, it’s a better option.

before he can do that, though, someone else has taken his attention, grabbing his sleeve and tugging. goro looks at the stranger, and he blinks at the stranger’s grin and question.

❝ erm, ❞ he starts, obviously hesitant. this is a little fishy: a stalker then a stranger asking for his time? goro narrows his eyes at the stranger, just slightly and not too evident, and he doesn’t look at the stalker.

❝ i don’t mind, ❞ he replies, slowly. goro smiles, one that is assuring, despite the fact that he feels threatened; he’s pretty good at faking his emotions, after all. ❝ might i know what this is for, though? ❞

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(-.-): How should one wake them up? Do they get out of bed easily?

physical detail ask meme — (-.-): How should one wake them up? Do they get out of bed easily?

Oh, Goro is definitely an early riser. So early, he has dark circles under his eyes ( haha ). Goro is good at many things, but sleeping isn’t one of them. He manages just fine, though, and makeup is his best friend for those eyebags he resents so much.

If he does manage to fall asleep, waking him up is never a problem. He’s a light sleeper, and a tap on his shoulder will always do the trick, no matter how tired he is.

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╰(*´︶`*)╯: Do they appreciate hugs? Would they prefer to give hugs or receive hugs? What kind of hugs do they like to receive and/or give?

physical detail ask meme —╰(*´︶`*)╯: Do they appreciate hugs? Would they prefer to give hugs or receive hugs? What kind of hugs do they like to receive and/or give?

answered here! thanks for sending _( ᐛ｣∠)_

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physical detail ask meme —「(°ヘ°): How does one calm them down when they are freaking out? Do they prefer physical comfort, or would they rather be left alone?

Answer: you don’t. He doesn’t need it, because Goro is perfectly capable of controlling his emotions, at least, it’s what he believes. So far, it’s what’s proving to be true to him, anyway, so it’s what he believes to be fact.

Goro would rather be left alone, definitely, and he’d give himself a minute tops to compose himself. If that doesn’t work, then he’s aggressive with his responses and remarks—or he runs away, literally or figuratively; it depends. Luckily, he’s never been put in a situation where he can’t hammer down his emotions…yet.

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physical detail ask meme — ಠಿ_ಠ: Do they look up or down when they are trying to recollect something?

Goro looks down with his eyes closed and a hand under his chin when he’s thinking deeply in general. This includes recalling things, though he takes pride in his sharp memory, so it’s fairly easy for him to recall anything. It’s kind of his signature pose, at this point.

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ಸヮಸ: Do they lean back or forward when they laugh hard? Do they snort? Slap their knee? Do that seal-esque clap? Do they often laugh to the point that you can’t hear their laugh anymore?

physical detail ask meme —  ಸヮಸ: Do they lean back or forward when they laugh hard? Do they snort? Slap their knee? Do that seal-esque clap? Do they often laugh to the point that you can’t hear their laugh anymore?

For someone who lies through his teeth about what he truly feels, Goro is pretty lenient with himself when it comes to laughter, of all things. More often than not, though, his laughter is reserved, soft and light around the edges, but that’s because he’s not really feeling it, laughing just to indulge whoever it is he’s talking to.

When he does laugh hard for real, though, it’s a full bellied laugh, loud enough to probably shake an entire house. He leans back, and he puts his gloved hands over his stomach when he does. He doesn’t snort—that’s a bit too ungraceful already, but sometimes he’ll wheeze, and his eyes will tear up. Then he’ll cover his mouth in embarrassment, after everything is said and done.

Of course, that kind of laugh is very rare to hear from him. If he ever does laugh like that, it will most likely catch even himself off guard, and he absolutely hates it when he’s thrown off guard.

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╰(*´︶`*)╯: Do they appreciate hugs? Would they prefer to give hugs or receive hugs? What kind of hugs do they like to receive and/or give?

physical detail ask meme —╰(*´︶`*)╯: Do they appreciate hugs? Would they prefer to give hugs or receive hugs? What kind of hugs do they like to receive and/or give?

Goro isn’t really big on physical touches, let alone hugs, but that’s because he’s not used to such things ( one can say he might even be starved for those, but he’ll die first before he admits that ). While he might go and say he does not appreciate it, the action isn’t unwelcome by any means, though he’ll definitely be hesitant to return it.

Obviously, because he’s never had the luxury of hugs, there’s definitely no preference. Maybe that will change in the future. Who knows.