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“You’re tough. But I’ll break you. :^)”
Blankly, the sculptor directed at the elderly gentleman a saucy look. Palms to the ground, he peeked up at him again, this time brassy as a released a purposely noisy, turgid fart.
“Want to bet on it, Akagi-san?”
Up to No Good
“ Is it true that Karamatsu has turned into youkai and dying from an enema in the ocean? “
multimuse // crossover&OC friendly // read guidelines and about the brothers
written by Gri
“Eww, it’s Gri…”
“ Poop is talking? Wooooow, so cool.... Y’know, all I’m smelling is Piss though? That’s weird, isn’t it? Almost like you had no sense of smell at all....... Maybe it’s bc u r poop...“
“ HELLO HELLO GRI IS BUSY DOING MATSUNO SIBLINGS ICONS AND SCREAMING INSIDE BC THATS SIX HOLE CHARACTERS IM GONNA DIE but yes once im done with at least one ep im doing replies again hehe
“Sooo, baby stop chompin’, let’s start stompin’, with big fat daddy C! It’s as hot as jalapeño, at big cat’s casino! That’s the place to be! Do the fat cat stomp with big fat daddy C~!”
“Phew…sometimes I wonder where these sinners get the big idea to have an inventory of boob beer bongs…What kind of person brings a titty bong to a party, anyway? …Wait, what’s the deal with that song? Come help clean this side! I’ve told you not to say whatever random thing that pops in your head…!”
“Gambling! I meant we should have Akagi-san take us for milk and gambling! We can take a titty bong and fill it with milk for the big fat daddy!”
“ .... “
The 36th icon in your folder is your muse’s reaction to meeting Satan
Asshole Anteater
wiseass & dumbass
Well…! If the elderly gamester wished not for his welcoming gift, Nasubi would not force him. Besides, that meant more for him. “I think all the time! Morale is important like my body line. Sometimes I rub ice cubes on my butt so that I don’t get stretch marks. My belly is smooth too!” That…had nothing to do with underwear. Bumping the idiot on the head, Karauri huffs persistently.
“Enough, stupid! Can’t you see I’m trying to have a serious conversation?” The truth to the brunette’s ire for the old geezer’s act…it was not merely by the book. Could it be jealousy? This man, though dead, was such a free spirit. How? How could he be so full of laughter, of life? Was it because he defeated Hozuki, the cherry man of all ground cherries, the toughest in Jigoku, and escaped an otherwise unbearable fate? He had seen the man’s file–luck seemed to come to him naturally. “You are still here to repent. Nasubi is right, you know. Morale is important. Hozuki-sama did you a great mercy, allowing you to work with us.” What could he possibly learn from Nasubi? If anything, it was he that needed to be taught a lesson. Unseen to him, the aforementioned devil pokes his tongue out impishly.
For a moment an dull expression flashes on his face. Sheer disinterest and it’s not a response for Nasubi’s nonsense. He had reached a conclusion on his last moments and he never thought it to be a bad one. And yet here they keep going on about it. Natural it may be but there’s a sense of boredom he feels towards this sort of fussing. It’s tiring, frankly speaking.
But he knows better than to say that at least. The thought doesn’t stiffen his face for long either.
“ I’m wounded that you think I have none. ”
“ You speak as thought I’ve killed someone close to you. “
A joke to poke Karauri’s nerves, although no doubt every gesture he makes may annoy him regardless but why not to add a little fuel to fire. Also there might have been a little bite on the statement, if only just a little.
“ I have my own ways to think of things... And same goes for Hozuki-kun. I didn’t really force him for the decision, eh? “
ざわ Tantrum ざわ
❈ “ I see. ” He was a part of the population boom himself then. Funny, that fifty years really seemed so small in hindsight.
And well, hunger was always a good reason to just go out to eat anyway– never minding that there was a much closer cafeteria at Enma’s Palace itself if any of the workers felt it was time to eat their second (or first) meal of the day.
❈ “ I could tell from the order you made. ” A large list of things that seemed as if it was something that he would have ordered– or well, what Hyper would have done… Speaking of which with his own reasoning of being here for the night instead of actually being in his little office…
❈ “ Dinner… well, there’s a person sitting at my desk right now to finish some work… ” The next fact that he was going to reveal usually made a good handful of people turned their heads out of confusion and surprise. It was a strange enough concept, but easier to understand if one simplified it all of the strange technicalities and impossibilities.
❈ “ He is me and I am him–perhaps you’ve seen him? Tan, long white hair, a lot of golden markings? I must admit… he doesn’t show up for most of the time, and when he does, he’s usually out within the sectors themselves. ”
“ Oh, I tend to make tall orders hehe... Come to think of it, they’re probably sweating over there. “
The habit of not finishing his plates became familiar to those that sat with him. It was nothing worth to gossip about but it certainly left the ones that were in charge of bringing the meal in rather miffed.
He ponders over the following query for a moment... It’s a description fitting for someone easy to recognize, much like the Medicide Vendor himself so the pause is a short one. Akagi recalls meeting glimpse but not much else. Similar to the one sitting opposite of him no greetings or other words exchanged. And this meeting was an only one. Simply something that caught him attention for a moment.
“ Once “
“ Briefly. Can’t say there was a talk or even greeting for that matter... “
ざわ No Brakes ざわ
Ah, a lead! Of course, just a surname was no sure indication of heritage. The name was not that uncommon, though this was around the region of the first incident. So presuming this man did not move residence, he could have very well found what he was looking for.
“Yes. However…” Satoru furrowed his brow. This was what he had been seeking, almost exactly. The fact that the owner of the surname was male made the probability even higher. But Satoru did not know how to proceed. If he chose to actually take action, he might be heading into murky territory. However the end goal was to spare as many lives as possible in the future. If this man did not bare any children in the future, countless lives could be spared. Killing him was logistically impossible though, and potentially disastrous. Satoru was beginning to think of a way though, one which was non-violent, yet would be perhaps enough to destabilize this man’s economic position and remove him from the mating pool.
“This is a game played for large sums of currency, correct? In that case, after you finish, I will request a game with Hashimoto and win.” It could not be that hard. Not to act overconfident, but Satoru was fairly certain his cantus would let him win no mater how skilled this man was. “What is the game anyway?”
Akagi releases a laugh just a little louder than usual. Without so much as hearing what game he’s set on this guy thinks he has already won. Either he has reason to assume so or he’s an idiot. Maybe both. Akagi grins though.
“ Ahhh, is that so? “
“ That’s some confidence you have there. I don’t really care what you do with your life but do what will you do if you lose? You got money to pay it with? “
It was a simple game for sure. No room for tactics either and probability hardly mattered. It may have lacked in challenge but the sheer simplicity compensated it on its’ own way. It wasn’t a bad way to kill time.
“ Dices. Odd or even. “
Despite the man’s extremely carefree attitude, Saki still held her position, bowing deeply. From the way he was dressed, he seemed like the type of people the townspeople warned her about. If he was a yakuza, then maybe he was tricking her into taking a shard! And then he’d do horrible things to her! No, she couldn’t have that happen.
“N-No sir! I’m not in trouble! M-My mahjong club is playing at nationals soon and… um, we r-really have to win…”
Saki tilted her head up to check the man’s expression, hoping that he wasn’t extremely angry with her possibly silly reasoning. It was only then that she noticed something odd about him.
Yelping yet again, she jumped back, staring at the man with even wider eyes than before. This… this wasn’t possible…
“Y-Y-Y-You’re…. f-f-f-f-f-f-f….” The words caught in her throat as her stuttering devolved into babbling. She wasn’t seeing things, right?! He was floating!! His feet weren’t touching the ground!!!
Well, that’s a normal reaction. Akagi recalls the occasional if rare visitors that were able to see him and most were the same. Thinking about it even some of the tougher lot of the people visiting might have been shaken. Akagi laughs at the thought.
“ Floating? Yes. I am.. “
“ I can actually turn upside down like this too. “
He allows himself to fall keeping his legs folded. He grins giving the other a wave before he continues like he isn’t doing anything special at all:
“ But a mahjong club you say.... Must be important for you then? “
Ballistic & Buttsore
what are you even? kaiji??
Inner communication, as piercing as it comes, as needle-like as his infamous blade! Of course it is a new game in itself. His fragile glare shunts the portentous chink rosily, the cheeky one burning in scarlet, ruddied submission. The thought process of Issun-boshi was obscure, twisted in every sense. It was this contemplation, this movement of thoughts that undulated so, which brought forth the whole wad. Handed tepidly, yen notes which reached the entirety of his bet. For one full of talk, his actions much contradicted any dignity he might have wished to salvage. …He at least sat up, though the offered hand was interpreted as a requesting one. It begged to question if he had any resolve to walk away with the cash in the first place. Twiddling his emptied fingers, the sneaky roach begins to sweat.
“Phooey…you caught me,” He mumbles, verecund prey ripe for clawing. “…Mercy?” Absent barbarism, void savagery…such an obvious ruse! Was it that he enjoyed this vulnerability? A spark certainly lit through those avoidant eyes.
Akagi grabs the bills, pockets them without much thought. At this point the guy is void of trickery - and void of any sort of pride as well. Akagi sighs taking seat opposite to another on the floor never minding the curious eyes around them.
“ Hmmm... What should I do, I wonder? “
“ Strange one you are.... And a lousy gambling partner. I could give you kick or two but I wonder if that’s any good? I don’t really enjoy that sort of thing either. “
Certainly not - the scene from his younger days flashes through his mind. Boredom is the only word he can think for it. Anger out of impatience and idleness. Things are a bit different now but either way He lights a new cigarette dumping the other to the ashtray of the nearest table. The madams probably moved it closer.
“ Well, I got what you bet... Don’t need more than that. I don’t feel like attending to masochist’s needs.... “
He blows a little smoke up. Somebody coughs and Akagi waves apologetically.
“ And I do wonder what sorts of reasons do you have to be so excited waiting for it, hmm? “
let's do a weird headcanon thing.
1. what they smell like: like a mystery.... ok smokes more than anything bc have you seen him smoking, grass too probably... just generally someone who’s out a lot. Prefers hot baths over showers when he gets old. 2. how they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc): no schedule he sleeps when he gets sleepy and when he’s not gambling, sleeps on his back and sometimes sleeps eyes open (especially at 19) and scares the hell out of people. Snores loud, especially when he’s older. 3. what music they enjoy: likes separate songs rather than genres, he’s probably kind of a hipster without knowing it himself i bet, usually just listens to radio 4. how much time they spend getting ready every morning: ...nothing to get ready for. He just does stuff when he feels like it. 5. their favorite thing to collect: nothing, literally nothing 6. left or right-handed: i think its right does fkmt even pay attention 7. religion (if any): uhh either buddhism or shintoism, he did seem to believe in reincarnation at least? 9. favorite touristy thing to do when traveling: gamble 10. favorite kind of weather: doesn’t care 11. a weird / obscure fear they have: WHAT IS A FEAR.... ok he doesn’t want to lose his intelligence i gu...ess tho ehh 12. the carnival / arcade game they always win without fail: E V E R Y T H I N G except ok sometimes he also loses if it’s a fair chance based game and he’s not really trying much (i mean he told he used 90k to slots once), usually he wins tho
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Asshole Anteater
angry hiroyuki and pantycult
Canines hung, wrapped in white enamel like sleeping bats. Only should they be veiled by gaping folds. Inhuman lips, more feline and just as apprehensive, curved not in amusement. Rather, the cucumber rider’s countenance was quizzical. It was not as if meeting him in Hell surprised him–as a youth he reeked of that sinner stench, that attitude which caused him to wrench. Back, back he should wrench. Here stood what once was a man, now a lost spirit with a story perhaps as saddening as many before him. Uttered speechless, the colt studies him; he of gambling chips and anesthetics, a scatter in the wind, collected by a child of oxen daze.
“You still want Karauri’s pink panties don’t you? I saved them for decades! They smell like sunshine!” Nasubi responds, ever much to say. It was much more fun that way, the former demon’s pores to drench by that razor tongue. Sure enough, when he shamelessly removed the boxers, their color had not in the slightest changed, though it seemed the colt wouldn’t be responding to his nonsense to readily. Their mutual calm was astounding! Ridiculous, no man could smile so broadly after ending themselves. Was this man insane? Of course, he must be, to descend to their plane so kindled by the hottest flames, the coldest ice, the most countless of districts within the Great Hells. Almost reminiscent of Hiro, the little devil was, except…
“You’re rotten, you know that?” He quips, visibly ambivalent of his own words. Perhaps despite his aversion, the young man more needed to move rather than freeze after all.
“ ...no. I don’t really want them. Thank you for consideration. “
Carefully avoiding the ownership of foul stinking cloth article Akagi diverts his attention to the angered one. Thinking about it this one always seemed a bit more sensitive... Perhaps it is the common sense. Too much of it will lead to such results.
“ You should learn from your friend.... “
“ There’s no really need to think about it so much. “
Granted Akagi understood it wasn’t exactly ‘not worrying’ as much as it was lacking the information and well... the brain for it. It was a good thing he figured. As for the other he indeed reminded him of Hiro, if only Karauri wasn’t exactly amiable towards Akagi.
Well, no matter really.
“ I’m here now and that’s all there is, hm? “
ざわ Tantrum ざわ
❈ “ Hell’s always busy, especially since the human population grown exponentially… You’re from the Showa period, no? It must be interesting experience Japan’s switch from being an empire to a state. ” Unlike a few other people that needed to constantly review documents and reports, Kusuriuri’s job didn’t demand for the memorization of each and every person’s sin and their names. So it was simply a guess on his end to see which era his knew dinner guest could have come from.
❈ “ We’re constantly low on staff, so anyone that gets hired would quickly be subjected to any sort of workload. ”
❈ “ Saa… not at all. ” In fact, he found it to be good fortune to still look so young, despite his age. While it was true that most yokai wouldn’t even age in the first place, there were some that looked as if they lived for nearly a million years but in truth lived only a fraction of it. Besides, there was nothing ‘disrespectful’ about being called ‘kun’ instead of ‘sama’, or whatever anyone else decided to use.
❈ “ So… what is it that brings you here for tonight? Avoiding work? ”
“ Well, I was born at the end of the war...So, I was still rather young during all that.... “
Even later on Akagi always felt his interests were rather distant from politics and history. Oblivious by no means but there was more for him to gain from where it all mattered a little bit less.
“ Well, certainly there’s quite a pile of papers on my desk... Cannot deny that haha. “
“ But well, rather than avoiding it I simply had another engagement... And now I felt hungry. “
Office air was always a little too stale. At times Akagi actually took some papers with him on his trips but this time there was none on his bag. Not a habit Hozuki appreciated for sure - the papers were often in weak condition when that occurred after all. More than often Akagi travelled light without them though.
“ And you? “
