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@kazukibleh

who's afraid of the big bad wolf? single|fated

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lunch break || flannel & arakita

arakitastrophe-deactivated20150

Arakita grins and points a finger at the other. “See? That’s exactly why I try to lessen my niceness and keep that side of mine a secret. Don’t want to scare the shit outta myself, ya know.” He explains, taking another bite from his chicken. The conversation was going quite smoothly, much to Arakita’s surprise. He expected himself to do more shouting— but then talking to Flannel got easier as time passed.

“I’m not even gonna ask who the four people are. So does that mean that Leon would get pissed over gettin’ his arm chopped off if it was ya doin’ the choppin’?”

“The four people are his dad, two of his siblings, and someone who at one point had been a sibling.” Flannel stuck another piece of fish in his mouth and nodded. “Not that you asked, but it’s important to know that Leon only has one family member that doesn’t think he’s dirt. Actually, he might not mind if I chopped off his arm.”

“Leon is a really self-depreciating fellow once you get to know him. We’re complete foils of each other which is the only reason he hasn’t gone off the deep end, I suppose.”

#arakitastrophe #;lunch break #I had this open in a tab for like 3 hours

gxrou

Oops. Guess who was out of change again and had rumbles erupting from her stomach that could be heard within at least a five mile radius?

This girl.

What was a foxy teen like herself to do in this situation?! –Then it seemed lady luck struck down on her, in the form of a Nohr fella’ about to walk past a nearby bakery, time to work her magic…and hopefully he didn’t realise her Hoshido roots, she wasn’t exactly a star member there.

“Mister, mister with the rockin’ hair! Are you part of a rock band or something? If so..I’m already swooning! Surely a well dressed guy like yourself knows of this–” doing a Will Smith pose to the bakery next to them “Famous bakery?! The treats in there will blow our tastebuds away! Trust me.”

Flannel paused mid-step when the rather overzealous girl addressed him. Her flattery did not go unnoticed and he offered her a sly smile at her suggestion. “So you’re trying to beg an old man for food, huh? I can respect that. Although maybe next time you should go for the ‘socializing and then pretending you forgot your wallet’ approach rather than the ‘bumming on the streets’ shtick.”

“You’re lucky I’m such a kind soul.” Circumnavigating around her while she still held her humorous pose Flannel opened the front door of the bakery in question and waved her in. “Since I’m feeling extra generous today you can feel free to get whatever your heart desires.”

#silksune #;kinu 1 #HONESTLY I WAS LOSING MY MIND AT [will smith pose]

lunch break || flannel & arakita

arakitastrophe-deactivated20150

Arakita couldn’t help but shrug. “I guess I was just a bully ‘cause I had no idea how to socialize with people. It felt weird when I tried bein’ nice. Won’t ya think its weird yerself if I started bein’ the nicest guy 'round?” He asks, raising a brow and chewing carefully on his chicken.

He laughs at that. “People who deal with me 24/7 are kinda the same. Makes me wish everyone else had the same kind of tolerance.” He sips his drink and scratches his head with a finger. “How 'bout this. What if yer the one who chops his arm off? Would that make a difference?”

Flannel didn’t exactly learn to socialize himself; he mostly just mimicked what other people did and chose whichever seemed most appropriate at the time. The trials and tribulations of growing up around literal criminals. “If you started being the nicest guy around I would probably make sure I hadn’t landed on the set of The Twilight Zone.”

“And if I chopped off Leon’s arm I know at least four people who would thank me, but I think I’d still lose my job and I’d rather not do that.”

#arakitastrophe #;lunch break #all four of them are his family members LMAO

“Hey!” “Just because I like stealing hearts– and okay, maybe kisses.. doesn’t mean I steal other things.” “What kinda animal are you taking me for?”

“Well a raccoon is the first animal to come to mind, but even I’m not so cruel as to compare a lady like yourself to the king of thieves.”

#captainahri #;ahri 1 #I would literally sit there like 'I need a pun........a pun...........'

im a big fan of your work, you see || morgiana & flannel

Morgiana was utterly embarrassed at the situation she had gotten herself into, really. It was one thing to be awkward with your best friend’s father, but it was another to compliment their genetics without them even being genetically related.

Wow.

Talk about screw ups, huh.

When Flannel asked about what they had been doing, she sighed, clenching her fists as she glared into nothingness, responding bitterly, “She has been beating me at Mario Kart nonstop, and I don’t like it one bit. I wanted to be the supreme.”

As if realizing what she said, she quickly apologized, smiling sheepishly as she explained hastily, trying to righten the situation, “I’m really good at Mario Kart, but with Vel, I just can’t ever seem too win, really.”

Flannel scooted in front of the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. He hopped up onto the counter and cracked it open, nodding. “Yeah...she killed Leon’s self esteem even more. He locked himself in his room for three days after she beat him on every single track in the game without even having to try.”

“I can beat her though. The trick is to constantly stay at her right.” Flannel took a swig from his water before continuing. “Although it’s something that has to be perfected over time.” He slid the snack bowl down the counter until it gently bounced off to fridge. “You can have those.”

#puritiee #;a big fan

blackjack || neo & flannel

cxtchtwentytwo-blog

Neo was doing really well in terms of casino profit today. Many men came and left her table. Whether they arrived because, honestly, Neo was the best looking dealer in here, or because they thought she was dumb enough to let the cards get the better of her, she would never know. But they always left for the same reason. Their money was sat in Neo’s bank. And that was the best part of Neo’s job.

Seeing the man sit down across from her, she eyed him up a bit. Not one of the regulars, that was for damn sure. But he seemed eager enough and the wad of money that he dropped down on the table was enough for her to know that she was serious.

She swiped the cash with one hand, the other readying her next deck. Her hand first. Then her patrons. The new boy, with the amazing hair was the last to her right.

“A queen,” She commented, glancing up at him. Not a bad start for him.

Though Neo would make sure the house didn’t lose.

Flannel glanced from the dealers cards to his own and drummed his fingers on the table. He was only at 9 himself with a six of hearts and a three of spades. It was safe to say he’d need another card but the question on his mind was just how high he should risk it. As bad a gambling as he was he didn’t necessarily want to lose all his money.

“Toss me another card, if you would.” Flannel watched her deal out cards to the others at the table. Two of them folded immediately, going over 21 by one or two points. Luckily he was safe with his nine for the first round.

#cxtchtwentytwo #;blackjack #when I was in grade school I was like a master at blackjack #no would could beat me during inside recess but now when I try to play it I lose like at least twenty dollars before I give up

beastbane || velour & flannel

The jewelry and other notable items in the box do catch her eye and would fetch a rather reasonable price. If she were to sell the entire box, who knows what kind of money she would make. Although she had no reason to trust this man entirely, he did show her some kindness — in his own, abnormal way — and practically handed over a treasure trove of goods.

“I’ll take the vase too,” she comes to a solid conclusion. The least she can do is take such a hideous thing away from them. While it may be inexpensive, it would still fetch her some money.

Turning inquisitive brown eyes onto the man standing before her, Velour goes on steadily, “I’m fine, for now. But I do have a question, sir.”

It’s been nagging at her ever since he offered her inside.

“Why exactly are you helping me?”

“Helping? Well you’re asking for a rather long-winded answer but I suppose I can try for the abridged version.” Flannel coughed into his hand and clasped his hands behind his back. “As a wee child I was left orphaned in the slums of Italy. I was shoved back and forth between families also living in the slums; whoever had enough money to take care of me help me for as long as they could before passing me on.

“I always felt the need to defend the slums since it was my home so I tended to pick fights with outsiders – even as a six year old – and one man found it humerous enough that he brought me to one of Italy’s biggest mob bosses Garon. Garon hired me – a literal six year old – to work for him. I mostly just acted as a distraction since anyone would stop to help a crying six year old.

“Anyway, I was also known to have sticky fingers. Although I can’t say I was quite as quiet as you. I was more known for setting off every alarm in the store. But I digress. Eventually I was working a lot of different jobs for him; most of them involving…” He gestured towards the box. “Things like ripping out peoples teeth. Sometimes things worse than that.” Flannel shrugged.

“He eventually sent me and old man Leon here to do…actually I have no idea what we’re doing. He randomly sends instructions. But I suppose I see my younger self in you.”

“Plus, if this’ll keep you from trying to hit this house again I’m more than happy to hand this entire box to you.”

#velouris #;beastbane

im a big fan of your work, you see || morgiana & flannel

gxrou

Morgiana had been hanging out with her friend Velour and having her butt handed to her at Mario Kart at Flannel’s house when she had been asked to grab something from the kitchen for her parched friend. Who was still beating her at Mario Kart.

Walking into the kitchen, she tentatively opened the fridge door, searching for the drink the other loved so much. Finding it, she grabbed it and closed the fridge, grimacing at the drink. How Vel could stand this brand was beyond her.

When she turned around, she was face to face with Flannel.

Not knowing how else to greet the man for the first time since knowing Velour, she frantically stammerd out, “Vel’s father, right? I–I’m a big fan of your work! I–I mean… Wow, that sounded so bad. But you and your daughter both have a-amazing genetics!”

Normally whenever Velour decided she wanted to have someone over, Flannel managed to scoot out of the house and drag Leon with him. Unfortunately, he had some business to attend to at home so he had mostly been spending time upstairs trying to get work done. Eventually his hunger got the best of him and he ended up wandering into the kitchen, only to find Velour’s friend digging through the fridge.

“Amazing genetics?”

“Well I have to agree, but technically little red isn’t truly the fruit of my loins. I appreciate the compliment regardless.” Flannel turned to the cabinets and flung one of them open to grab a bag of chips. “What have you two been doing anyway?” He popped open the bag and shuffled around for a bowl, dumping the snacks into it.

#puritiee #;a big fan #I'm yelling I hate you

blackjack || neo & flannel

cxtchtwentytwo

Flannel wasn’t normally the type of person to gamble, but occasionally it tickled his fancy. On this particular night, he found himself carrying a hefty load of cash that he wanted to get rid of. Since the bank were closed, what better place than a card table to invest his monies. Of course, it was a bad idea considering he had never won a card game in his life. But that’s what gambling was about, right? Losing all your money? Maybe?

Entering the rather shady establishment, he scanned the room to make sure he didn’t know anyone inside. It seemed safe, so he decided to walk around for a bit until he decided what exactly he planned to blow his money on. Slots were no fun -- there was zero skill involved -- but it required less work. No, he was looking for a card game tonight.

Poker involved too much thinking, plus his poker face was awful. Blackjack it is. He found a free table and slid across from the dealer. They really should trade hair dying tips. Slapping a wad of cash onto the table, Flannel gave her a nod.

“Deal me in.”

#cxtchtwentytwo #;blackjack #they really should exchange hair dying tips tho I mean

felice || tsuna & flannel

flamingxsky

It was a little concerning that the boy sleeping on the park bench hadn’t moved in over twenty minutes. Flannel had jogged his dogs around the park twice and it didn’t seem like he’d moved an inch in that time. He was starting to consider the real possibility that he was dead. It was time for final exams...? Maybe he was just napping off a particularly nasty test.

Regardless, Flannel felt concerned enough to finally approach him. If anything he didn’t want someone to mug the kid while he was sleeping. Hopefully he was sleeping. He approached the brunette cautiously and shook his shoulder but received no response. That didn’t seem good. It looked like he was breathing. Either the kid was in a coma, or he was the heaviest sleeper of all time.

“Jesus, kid would you wake up.” Flannel shook his shoulder with more force to get him to open his eyes. “It’s no good to take naps on park benches; what if someone stole your stuff?”

#flamingxsky #;felice

book thief || lavi & flannel

crimsonbookman

Ah, the library. The epicenter of learning for the masses. A building that held an intense amount of knowledge within its four walls. Also a great place to avoid doing work. Flannel only picked up a book that interested him immediately, and that rarely happened. Normally he sat in the library and read the entire rack of magazines multiple times until he finally decided he’d wasted enough of his time.

Today, however, he was on a mission. He was looking for one book in particular, but so far he hadn’t been able to locate it. Of course, it was probably a dumb idea to even go looking for a book written in Italian in a town where no one speaks Italian. Still, he could at least feign productivity this way. Although he really did need that book.

Flannel finally decided he needed to talk to one of the librarians and he flagged down a tall teenager to ask for help. “Say, can you get books from other countries here? The book I need isn’t found in English so I don’t think I’ll find it just lying around here.”

#crimsonbookman #;book thief

sciocco || sousuke & flannel

souxzaki

Stake-outs were boring, and stake-outs where you didn’t even know what you were looking for were even worse. However, he would blindly follow Garon’s orders overseas or not. The Yamazaki Conglomerate was on his list for whatever reason, and Flannel’s sole job was just to see who went in and out of the building. He assumed Leon had the interesting part of the job which was unsurprising. This looked like less of a job requiring muscles and more like one requiring a large checkbook.

After sitting in the same spot for over six hours, Flannel decided he’d collected enough data on...whatever he’d been collecting data for and felt like it was time to leave and do something more productive, like watch paint dry. He stood up and snapped his notebook shut, glancing down at his phone. When he looked up again a teenager nearly his height was giving him one of the dirtiest looks he’d ever received.

“Do you need something or are you going to just keep staring at me with your jaw clenched like that?”

#souxzaki #;sciocco

house hunting || leon & flannel

Eyeing the box, Leon read the bold label. Spork. From the sound of the plastic clattering inside the box, it must be linoleum utensils. Opening the box, he took out one of them, curiously bending the end and letting it go. A small twang rang out, and Leon looked back at Flannel.

“This is the bastard child of a spoon and a fork.”

“Uh huh, well that’s kinda the point. Since it’s a spoon and a fork at the same time you don’t need both. Honestly your fancy dinner parties needed more of these.” Flannel grabbed his own and set it on a plate before draining the pasta. “Now you don’t have to stick your head into your precious tomato sauce.”

“Eat up.” Flannel spooned a large portion of noodles onto Leon plate and then dumped a bit more pasta sauce on it than necessary before doing the same to his own plate. “Sporks are the most ingenious invention of our time.”

#royaleon #;house hunting #nO THAT'S AT MY COUSINS HOUSE THEY RENT OUT TO PEOPLE LMAO

the furry craves more threads. SO starter call with no cap because I'm feeling it now mr krabs.

#dd ooc #although I'll get to them later because I'm about to go do something

beastbane || velour & flannel

Velour is baffled at his performance. As much as it surprises her, she’s still quiet, and watches him off as he goes to retrieve some sort of trinket box. She is left to her own devices in a seemingly empty house. The place is big — far bigger on the inside considering there is nothing on the walls. Rooms are empty except for the aforementioned boxes scattered about. There are some pieces of furniture, but it’s just a small couch and chair.

She gets that there are some people out there who, despite being wealthy, don’t flaunt it every chance they get. But this is taking it to a whole other level.

Lost in thought, Velour almost doesn’t see the man come back carrying a relatively large box. A flash of gray catches her eye, and she looks down as he kneels before her with the box displayed at her feet.

This might just be the smoking gun.

“How charming,” she murmurs as he hands her a golden tooth. “Are you really okay with me taking all this stuff?”

Flannel shrugged and snapped the box shut again. “Well I mean, it’s just sitting under my bed in my room. I just keep them as souvenirs but there’s not any other reason so you can just take them. Hopefully that satiates your hunger for the most expensive items in this house. Anything else would be…a bad idea for you to attempt to steal.”

“The last thing you want to an angry Leon chasing you down for stealing papers from him.” Picking up the box, he set it on the coffee table and turned to face the girl. “If you still want that vase – however ‘worthless’ it may be – I don’t care. It’s ugly anyway; a neighbor gave it to us as a house warming present.”

He gave the room an once over and decided that it hadn’t warmed the house in the slightest. “So little red, are you good now?”

#velouris #;beastbane

house hunting || leon & flannel

“You may be fine with smashing your face into a bowl to eat, but I’ll have to pass for today.” Though the food looked scores better than anything he could have possibly hoped to make alone, Leon set a fine line on what he would and wouldn’t do. His morals may be misplaced, but his pride certainly knew where it stood.

Glumly pushing the plate away, Leon sighed and stood up to retrieve an apple. At least that didn’t require using utensils.

“Tch, you don’t need a fork to eat it. Sometimes you have to make do with what you have. There you go, third lesson of the day.” Flannel returned to opening drawer and slamming them shut, trying to find something Leon would find acceptable to eat the pasta with. “Ah...”

“Look what I found!” In the far corner of the cabinet he found a box of plastic sporks. “The old owners must’ve missed them when they cleaned the house out. The box isn’t open, so they should be fine.” He tossed the box onto the counter and gestured for Leon to open it.

#royaleon #;house hunting #when we first moved into our old house the owners had left like four boxes of fireworks and sporks in one of the cabinets like...#what were they doing

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