oṃ maṇi padme hūṃ.

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hi i haven’t been the most active here but my bleach sleeper agent has activated again so 🫶🏻 like for a starter teehee!

[chernozemic]

"Mm-- that is rather unclear, if I'm to be... honest," he croaks back, arms folding behind him. "If I recall, I was "locked up" for the safety of everybody else."

One hand unveils itself, pointing only index and middle finger at Noboru before gently poking into his chest.

"It seems as if only my dear, little pati "missed" me."

He gives a shove, playful in nature and more-so as an excuse to press the entirety of his palm down to bare skin. It lingers for a while longer, building itself up in an immediate smack seconds later.

"Although... it does seem that the fresh air is doing you some "good", eh."

[humificates]

"Ah, my darling patnee, you haven't changed a bit--your bark and bite are both so charming and endearing. They should've kept us locked up together--it would've been waaay more fun that way."

It's comforting, but he doesn't say it aloud. Mayuri already knows--he knows him better than he knows himself, after all.

(he's been inside his guts--literally--carving out his weaknesses to make room for strength, growth, and power.)

Noboru's chest puffs out in response, subtly, to Mayuri's touch. Akin to a dog, he yearns for more contact and welcomes the little shove (he barely feels his weight against him before its gone, a small whine nearly escaping his throat before he swallows it back down), his figurative tail wagging happily as he accepted all that Mayuri had to offer and more. He doesn't even feel the smack, more-so focused on winding his arm around his dear scientist's waist to pull him in closer, nearly purring the moment their bodies collided with one another.

(he always craves more and more, cursed with an unsated hunger to devour the world and all of its dearest creations whole. to devour his maker, to devour his beloved; ah, it would be such bliss to become one.)

"Been locked up so long, I nearly forgot how refreshing the outside world can be--mmm, and it's such a pretty day, won't you join me in enjoying it~?"

[chernozemic]

"Hnn... It seems that he's "out and about" again..."

[humificates]

"Ah, a beast should never be caged and locked away, don't you agree?" Speak of the devil and he shall appear!

"I'm enjoyin' my new found sense of... freedom. Ain't ya happy t'see me, dear~?"

[adsevel]

It was always so easy to ignore the rabble and forthcoming chatter following him down the hallways of the Maggot's Nest in what he could call a near daily, sometimes hourly [ why would he come here so often? ] occurrence. Within that easy way his steps would lead him deeper and deeper into the lowest levels of securely shut-off requirements of those that should not be led out, it was so simple to still brush aside.

He surely never really bothered with necessities past the absolute requirements, after all: wasn't he the one why many of those now lingering, snarling, rummaging close to his person and yet not coming near enough, would be here?

Not dissimilar to the man he wanted to meet in these early morning hours, far too early to be idling around in harmony with the surrounding's eerie calm. One step. Two steps. Three--- " Good morning, Noboru! " --- A tilt of his head later and the bars for this particular high-security confinement would be opened with the quietest of shrill sounds. " I haven't brought you some stories in a while, now haven't I~? How about we have some tea and a snack? " @humificates | starter call ♡

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Outside guests were a rarity few within the Maggot's Nest were afforded, let alone those condemned to solidarity confinement due to being labeled as 'high-risk' and 'a danger to others'. It always made Noboru laugh (akin to a bark, sharp and piercing to the ears.) whenever he happened to overhear the guards discussing him. They chattered away, their fear and terror coating every word they uttered in hushed whispers, thinking he was out of earshot. It was as if they thought the big, bad man would come after them for daring to gossip about him--as if he'd reach his way through the bars, wrap his strong hands around their delicate throats and choke the life out of them. An amusing thought--not one he's had for the first time, no--but it lacked the necessary satisfaction required to sate his boredom.

(he was an untamable beast, a monster beyond control; he's lived with a noose around his throat from the moment he was born, a roar tearing its way straight out of his unaccustomed lungs. he was born to destroy, a reckoning waiting to happen. he's grown so tired of killing pawns--he'd much rather set his sights on the kings, queens, and knights of this world, instead.)

His senses captured all his environment offered him, from their boring babbling ("why does urahara visit that monster so often? why does he get such special treatment? he's a fucking... freak of a beast."), to the steady drip-drip-drip of water a few hallways over. Eyes shut as he filters through, ears perking once he catches the sound of approaching foot steps. A grin weasels its way upon his lips, growing widen the moment his dearest friend steps into view.

"Eyy, Kisuke!"

"It's been a hot fuckin' minute since I last saw ya--y'know, who knew solidarity confinement could be soooo lonely and boring. C'mon, sit down and tell me everything."

[humificates]

i still got things 2 finish for dis blog teehee<3 all in due time

[chernozemic]

Honestly, he hadn't taken Noboru the sort to go down so easily but... so be it. He shan't dare look a gift horse in its mouth-- all metaphorical, of course. Obviously.

His fingers remained in their vicelike grip, nearly seeming to clamp down upon invasive (mayuri figures he'll break through eventually, so it's fine to push a little more than usual.) fingers. Escape, for the time being, appeared futile. As such, Mayuri merely chose to take full advantage of it.

"H'oh?" came the question, somewhat mirthful in its execution alongside thin eyebrow coming up in a raise. "Since when has that ever stopped you before?"

Gaze wandered, pupils almost seeming to drift in the whites of his eyes before, abruptly, finding their intended target.

"Normally whenever I am involved, you tend to listen to your heart rather than your brain. I'm impressed, though..."

"...I wonder if I should praise you."

[humificates]

Ah, what can he say? He's weak--always been weak, disgustingly soft and malleable, when it comes to Mayuri. It's been years--decades, centuries even--and he's never quite developed the ability to deny him anything.

Noboru whines, again, for dramatical purposes, as he gives into Mayuri's (it doesn't really hurt--he feels pressure and tension within his hold, strands of white gold pulled so taut they threaten to rip free from his scalp) demands, neck craning uncomfortably so in order to maintain their eye contact. Crimson meets gold

"You're not wrong," (my heart is yours; you ripped it straight out of my chest, remember?) "M'not much of a brains guy, more-so a man of passion and impulses--if we're being honest here."

"Buuut, Shun'--bless 'em--has been trying his damnest to get me to be on my best behavior; innit a funny thought? Me, behaving?"

Just as quickly as it were written, Noboru flips the script. He firmly grasps Mayuri's (slender, delicate, beautiful) wrist, turning his body free (minus a few hairs, probably) as he twists the other's arm around and behind his back. He hears something (his shoulder, perhaps) creak and crack, but pays it no mind. He merely buries his face into Mayuri's neck from behind, nuzzling past cloth to graze his canines against bare skin.

(mayuri, despite his appearance, is sturdy enough to handle whatever noboru decides to throw at him and vice versa. It is, after all, by their own designs.)

"I'll raise some hell, if that's what you'd like me to do; what flavor of destruction are ya feelin' today? I'll even call the kids--make it a nice little family outing, eh? Oh, Sachiko would loooooove that."

[humificates]

Hmm.

[lizardsister]

okay, i'll bite. *goes straight for the jugular*

[humificates]

blog still heavily wip as i work to finish things (mostly transferring info from my google doc to his actual blog pages), but nobu is tentatively active <3

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tag drop part 3!

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tag drop part 2!

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tag drop part 1!

[chernozemic]

And don't mind him reaching up (how can he do that? simple: his grappling arm. it comes in handy more than just a few times.) and fitting what he can of his entire hand in that giant bun of hair and giving a nice, hard yank.

[humificates]

"Eh?!"

Aaaand down he goes, whining the entire time as he's (quite aggressively--so strong for such a malnourished looking individual!) jerked down to the other's level. A firm frown--or, rather, pout would be more accurate--tugs at his lips, hands reaching up to attempt to pry Mayuri's claws fingers out of his hair.

"Whaddya do that for?" He whines, elongating his vowels and pitching his voice. "M'just watchin'! Shun' told me to be good!"

[humificates]

He's just gonna stand and watch his wife bully people. It's actually quite entertaining, to be honest.

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blehhhh >:3c