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txt: thanks ... ?txt: should i send one back
[1/2] "you should seriously take care of your nails better, yknow! they're almost as bad as your hair!" there's a quiet 'hmph' as he sets the file down, left hand still keeping a soft grip on eiji's. he drags his finger across the row of nail polish — they pass a few hues of pink and blue before stopping at a pitch black (which was unsurprisingly full). "you don't seem too much like a flashy guy, so this'll do fine. ooo~ii, hold still, though!"
[2/2] with a soft hum and smile, he begins to work on the first nail; SLOW AND STEADY, the art of painting nails is an intricate one. he's only barely done the first hand when his eyes widen, an idea popping into his mind. the grin upon his lips grows into a devilish one, and he beams. "hey hey, why don't we post this online ! i bet ishida-kun would /love/ to see!" (f)
‘ my hair ... i like it like this . wasn’t letting you braid it enough ? ’ lips twist downwards , slightly offended by the comment , but he still doesn’t take it to heart ; after all , kage has finally started to be more ... friendly , and he doesn’t want that to go to waste . eiji follows the other’s hand as it goes through the little colorful containers , only letting out a little sigh of relief when it stops over a dark color . fine then , he won’t complain .
it ... feels rather nice , he must ( begrudgingly ) admit . eiji allows for the hand that’s being painted to go lax , propping his chin on the other as he watches kageyasu work , appreciating the concentration that goes into it . following how the little brush slides over nails rhythmically is somewhat relaxing , helping his muscles untense after todays’s ... events .
‘ you’re good at this . how often do you --- hm ? ’ he tries to stop the soft rose tint in his cheeks at the mention of his ... ex , but he can still feel them warming up a bit --- to which he tries leaning his head forward to cover it with hair , but it just doesn’t work as well with the braids ; frustratingly , he feels rather exposed . so , instead , he turns his head to the side .
a beat ; he’s considering . their brief relationship ended up in good terms , really , even if it was a bit awkward . eiji doesn’t intend on making it go sour , but ari - san wouldn’t get upset over something so insignificant as a media post , right ? however , he’s not stupid enough to think his division - mate doesn’t have an obvious ulterior motive . he taps on his face , ‘ i don’t intend to be ... petty , so please be careful with the caption . but we can post something , i suppose . ’
he sighs , ‘ by the way , kage - kun , do you know how to do , uh , nail art ? ’ since he already got himself into this , maybe he can ... get a bit more out of it .
ari - san.
“Exes can still be friends! We wish each other well and still see each other plenty, don’t we Eiji-kun?”
‘ i like to think we handled it like adults . i wish you the best of luck with your ... crush . ’
' maybe we should start seeing other people. i think this won't work. ' - eyeterror
Everything is inevitable in its ending, was it not? Love was not something finite, people argued it as eternal - immortalized in correspondences laced with affection, the memories shared between intimate parties - but even those memories belonged to beings meant to decay. Feelings come and go like the weather - he shouldn’t be surprised at these words. Rather, he’s not.
“Ah.”
A pause, silence following in the stillness shared between them for a few heartbeats before he clears his throat.
“Yep, you’re right. Anyways, what were you saying before about your movie? What were the details on the scene again? I want to give you accurate advice.”
Hm, what was it that he was thinking about before again?
‘ it just didn’t work out . we’re on friendly terms , though . ’ their relationship lasted about 50 minutes .
He's squinting. " I don't know what it is about you dude , but something about you screams strawberry and whipped cream..."
‘ do i ? well , that’s certainly a first , ’ voice calm as ever , he allows for his mouth to twist into a small grimace at the unsolicited comment . maybe he’s a bit irritated ; though the reason for it is being so easily read on something he considers ... embarrassing . now he’ll have to change his order , if only to keep his image .
he turns to the cashier and smiles , coming up with a quick change of plans , ‘ black coffee , please , ’ a beat , he tries to fight the urge to get something sweeter . he really does .
‘ ah , maybe i should get something for bo - kun ... ’ he taps on his chin , just don’t ask for your usual , ‘ a ... caramel , uh , m - machiatto ? frappuccino , please , with whipped cream , ’ he pretends not to know how to pronounce the word . close enough .
taking dating applications. im tired of him being an incel. requirements: be goth or a monster. thats it.
one of these fucking days i’ll come up with a half decent backstory for this dude but in the meanwhile
nihilistichedonism ha respondido a tu publicación “"I'd much appreciate if you and Bo-chan refrained from scaring me." An...”
look me in the eye with ur four eyes pussy
‘ i only have one , but i don’t think you’d want to see , since you’re suddenly a scaredy cat . is this how you try to grow closer to kage - kun ? ’
"I'd much appreciate if you and Bo-chan refrained from scaring me." An eye candy is popped into his mouth, rolled around a bit with his tongue for emphasis before teeth abruptly crunch down despite its hardened shell. His gaze is unfaltering, unblinking as he stares his leader down. "I very much don't enjoy unpleasant surprises."
he laughs it off , loud , ‘ i thought you found that charming , ari - san , ’ if a stare off he wants , a stare off he’ll get --- he doesn’t back away from ari’s line of sight , holding his ground . asking eiji not to scare someone ... yeah , that’s not going to work , even less if it comes as a disguised threat , ‘ what are you so scared of ? that didn’t seem to bother until now , did it ? ’ he wonders what’s the reason for his sudden apprehension , but maybe he’s closer to figuring out how to truly make his skin crawl . he smiles .
eiji pats the taller’s shoulder and walks past him , ‘ perhaps if you ask in a better tone and are more specific , i’ll consider . ’
sorry for your loss , ari - san .
‘ pyramid heads ... they could get it . ’ buff , big knife , incredibly creepy , monsters ; they are right up eiji’s alley .
ari - san.
Oh, he can appreciate a clean cut - arguably a clean separation was more appealing to him than that executed so clumsily. At times, he had his preferences for such crude style - but it was so fitting for Eiji-kun, to be a man who would execute such a gruesome act with such grace. He accepts his tea with a grateful bow of his head, gently blowing to cool it down before taking a sip and humming in satisfaction.
“How you spoil me by amusing me with the thought Eiji-kun! I’ll swoon if you keep talking like this.”
Again, he licks his lips at the very thought of losing his hands - the very things that were holding this delicious cup of tea, the hands that wielded his microphone during battle… Though the act itself is much more appealing to him - the feeling of strong hands gripping his wrist, the cold blade breaking through the layer of skin and down through layers of muscle, the excruciating pain to follow and his complete lack of ability to do anything about it but writhe and moan. Complete submission to agony and such violent means - it makes him shiver in pleasure to think about.
“Then again, why stop at the hands?” He peers at him through his lashes, a coy smile curling upon his lips. “If you take my hands, you might as well take my eyes too~ Perhaps even my tongue! There are so many disposable parts, I suppose that is just the nature of the body after all isn’t it?”
( There will always be violence in existing, in the flesh, in its vulnerability. )
taking small , careful sips of his coffee , eiji limits himself to listening for now . isn’t ari - san enjoying himself too much , thinking of having his body dismembered and more ? eiji can’t say he minds much , he supposes it’s part of his charm ( or at least in his opinion ) .
a thoughtful hum accompanied by tapping his chin ; a little blood is fun , too much gets messy . too much of a slasher for his liking .
‘ that isn’t my style though , don’t you think ? ’ he’s picturing how the scene would go , camera reel already playing in his mind , ‘ hm , i’d say something more like ... luring you into joining my little group , growing close enough to learn things such as your address and work schedule without much suspicion . i let you into my house , even ; let you make yourself at home as i watch . i’m always watching , ’ a sip , lips curling up , ‘ i let in small cues that i might be planning something darker , but you brush it off as just my personality . at some point i even tell you about this , but what kind of murderer just spells out their plan ? you don’t know much about my past , or anything i haven’t outright told you . i could have done this before , many times , but i wouldn’t , right ? ’
eiji chuckles , dark and low . it needs a bit more polishing but yes , he likes this plot , ‘ the blood should come at the end . i know you enjoy it , so maybe i’d anesthetize you so you can’t feel it , i like the irony of it . or maybe have you do it yourself instead of getting my own hands dirty ! it’d probably be at your own house , too ; the preserved organs could useful to mess up with the evidence , i’m sure i can get creative with that , ’ a sharp air intake --- he’s rambling , awfully invested into the topic ( the scene turned into a movie ! ) , every word getting more and more close to mumbling but not quite , ‘ eyes ... i think bo - kun would rather have those . ’
eiji cleans his throat , ‘ --- anyways , where did you leave the cookies , ari - san ? i’m getting a bit hungry . ’
ari - san.
“two will do just fine eiji-kun.” his cheek goes to rest in the curve of his palm, a quiet exhale of breath passing through his lips as he wets them at the thought - a shiver coursing through him.
“ah, would you be as so kind as to sever my hands one day?” his arms wrap around himself, trembling violently with sheer DELIGHT at the thought. the violence of it all! how he adores the violence of the flesh! sharp metal cutting through tender flesh - severing tendon and sinew… ah, he has to ground himself - he can’t get carried away here.
“when you speak like that, my heart can’t help but race! a man full of charms you are, eiji-kun! it is why you’re our beloved leader… really, i’m at loss, how don’t you have a girlfriend yet?”
he reaches over the counter, taking one of the knives from out of the sink - running his index finger down its sharp blade, applying just the slightest pressure - on the verge of breaking skin, but not quite. he doesn’t flinch when it does occur, it’s sharp after all - he merely lowers the knife back into the sink, bringing his finger up to his mouth to suck lightly.
“you’re welcome to take my hands anyday~”
eiji focuses on the task at hand ( two spoons for ari - san and some more for himself ) , but he does not miss the older’s quiver . most people would shiver for a different reason , though he can’t really say his division - mate is an ordinary person , can he ? what’s going through his mind he can only imagine ; perhaps something akin to a scene from a b - rate movie , where blood is gratuitously spattered for the lack of a plot . but he supposes that with ari - san in the director’s chair , scenes like that would be executed with more finesse : realistic proportions and an artistic take --- a blade that cuts air and flesh alike . or would he be the type for more brutish violence , like a butcher’s knife ?
he hums , outwardly unfazed by the gruesome request , stirring his own drink and handing the other , ‘ it’d be a shame if you weren’t able to hold your mic , wouldn’t it ? i suppose some alternative equipment could be arranged , though , ’ he pauses to turn his head towards the knives , considering , ‘ and i’d need something sharper , probably bigger . i prefer clean cuts . ’
vague ; not a yes nor a no . he likes to build up suspense .
he takes a sip of his sugary coffee , ‘ girls ... finding people with similar tastes can be difficult , unfortunately , ’ he has lost count already of how many fleed during the first date . eiji fully turns towards the other now , leaning against the counter and grimacing at how he’s now going to have to clean the knife that was only meant to be a prop for his little act , ‘ but you never know , maybe i’ll take up on your offer some day . it could prove good research . ’
how many eyes does eiji himura have ? if he can see the other person threatening to touch the doorknob to his little secret closet from the other room or if he has a sixth sense may remain unknown . either way , his comes from the kitchen , only loud enough to be heard , ‘ hands ! aren’t they curious ? a piece of flesh that is not vital , but serves many purposes . do you know how much blood gets pumped into them to keep them working ? i cannot speak of exact quantities , but it’s enough to bleed out if cut deep enough ! ’ grabbing two kitchen knives from the counter , he grinds the sharp edges against eachother with force ; strident and loud .
his voice grows quieter with every word , letting the sound of metal against metal take over , ‘ even paper cuts can give a burning sensation ; maybe a side effect of being quite sensitive parts . but that’s also part of why they are so useful , fufufu --- ’ he’s cut by the sound of the kettle , which he tends to after letting the knives fall and clatter into the sink . eiji pours the boiling water into the two mugs , ‘ ah , did i ramble ? my apologies . anyways ; how many spoonfuls of sugar ? ’
* talks loudly about demons at a local diner * eiji himura