Cute as hell; wrong as fuck.

Kaz. 22. Son of Acat.

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  various  dialogue  prompts  to  send  to  your  worst  enemy  (affectionate).  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ oh great, it's you again. ❜

❛ you? kill me? that's funny. ❜

❛ for being someone you hate, i'm sure on your mind a lot. ❜

❛ you're the last person i wanted to see, actually. ❜

❛ do us both a favor. stay away from me. ❜

❛ you really are an asshole, you know that? ❜

❛ i'm the asshole? what does that make you then? ❜

❛ sometimes i think you must hate me. ❜

❛ i thought you said you never wanted to see me again. ❜

❛ if you want me to go, then you have to tell me to leave. ❜

❛ well, someone's cranky today. ❜

❛ well, someone needs to shut the fuck up. ❜

❛ just stay out of my way. ❜

❛ of all the idiots in the world, i'm stuck with you. ❜

❛ what is it you want this time? ❜

❛ sometimes i wonder if you're in love with me. ❜

❛ do you honestly think this is easy for me? ❜

❛ why would i ever want to be friends with you? ❜

❛ can we please just talk? ❜

❛ there is nothing for us to talk about. ❜

❛ you can yell at me later. just let me help you. ❜

❛ touch me, and you're dead. ❜

❛ oh, so now you care? ❜

❛ there is something deeply wrong with you. ❜

❛ i know i'm the last person you probably want to see, but... ❜

❛ you don't think we could be friends, do you? ❜

❛ i'm tired of fighting against you. ❜

❛ don't pretend you give a shit about me. ❜

❛ you're an idiot, but... i trust you. ❜

❛ oh, don't be cute. ❜

❛ wait, did you just say that i'm cute? ❜

❛ we're not good for each other. ❜

❛ if i say yes, will you shut up? ❜

❛ don't you have to be stupid somewhere else? ❜

❛ maybe we should kiss just to break the tension. ❜

❛ i'm sorry i can't turn off my feelings as easily as you. ❜

❛ maybe there's a universe out there where we're friends. ❜

❛ how can you be so smart yet so dumb at the same time? ❜

❛ don't think this changes anything between us. ❜

❛ you look ridiculous in that outfit, by the way. ❜

❛ if you die, i'll kill you. ❜

❛ is that a challenge? ❜

❛ ah, so you're not heartless after all. ❜

❛ i don't think i've ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ you never cared about me, so why now? ❜

❛ why didn't you kill me when you had the chance? ❜

❛ i don't even remember why we started fighting. ❜

❛ i don't have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you're not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

[kazxmp]

The Sea is Calling

Continuing this here just to elaborate on how Kaz feels about this v important topic with @heatherxmp

It normally doesn't go this way, normally Heather has to deal with Kaz whining about his shark having to go, hands clasped around him and whole body weight-even though it really isn't much-rested on Heather's body. It's normally a struggle because Kaz is selfish on a lot of occasions. He tries to do everything he can to moisturize Heather-not that it really works-just to keep him around a little longer. Over time though, Eros can attest, Kaz understood the only reason he gets to have Heather right here with him for as long as he does, he has to let him go. No matter how much it fucking sucks. He's learned other things about it too, like the fact that as much as Heather loves his time in the sea, it's hard for him to leave too. So the goth shouldn't make it harder on him than it already is. This time, for once, he's the one to bring it up. Pushing the words he's been thinking about all day out from behind jeweled teeth. Of course per Heather's way he makes it better with a joke and Kaz is more than willing to offer up a sweet smile even as he shakes his head and buries his hands into the soft hair soon to come back softer from the salt. The way Heather hugs him makes it a little easier, the weight of his head comfortably in his.. crotch.. but nonetheless these moments of physicality are needed. Never in his life has he craved and needed the physicality of a being of any form until Heather. So, "Of course I will wait for you." even though the words come out soft, more of a whisper than used with actual voice, they swim with promise and love just as Heather will soon soar through the water. "You have to promise to hurry back though. Or else I can't promise I won't take over your house." He loves him. If Heather never came back, Kaz would still be in this house waiting for him if not out by the water where he watched him wave off before disappearing under the blue waves that steal him away to a place he calls home. But his other home would always be right here. Wearing black toenail polish and sleeping in Heather's clothes and in his bed every night.

[heatherxmp]

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    Heather hears him. He hears the way that Kaz tries to make the talk just a little lighter with the gentle joke he tosses in about taking over his house if he stays away too long. The siren doesn’t need to look around the room to see all the ways that Kaz already had. This space- this tiny world within a world- was one they created from the moment Heather had commissioned his new manor to be built. Brick by brick, painting by painting, even down to the selection of the carpets or the hardwood sections of the house— all of it had been something they fashioned together from the pieces of their homes back in California.

   From the ground up, this place had always been theirs.

   “How funny you are,” Heather says as he turns his head to look at Kaz. He’s smiling even as he knows that he will go and his lover gives him his blessing to do it. “To this that this was only ever just my house. I don’t live here.”

    He chuckles as he reaches up and taps with the ends of his fingers at Kaz’s chest. “This is my address.”

[kazxmp]

Not even the lightness in the air surrounding his joke could keep the words Heather says from curling around every single curvature of the goth's small body. Wrapping gently around his softest places, warming him to the core more than the blazing sun ever could. Kaz had wanted to keep it entirely together, to be able to wish him off without a single tear or a too tight of grasp to his shirt, but it proved impossible. Kaz lifted Heather's face up from his lap, allowing him to see the tears that now swam in eyes so dark they held everything Heather could and couldn't see. A few fell as he pressed their foreheads together, small hands now fisting in even softer locks to keep him as close as possible just a little longer. "I love you." There it was again, the second time those words whisper from now wet lips, lips he can't help but press into Heather's. Speechless and wanting to give every ounce of love he has but cannot seem to express out loud into the way his velvet lips intertwine so perfectly with his shark. There is nothing else he'd ever want, no where else he'd rather be, everything about Heather and this home they created was the safest place Kaz knew he would ever feel. He loves it all because he's created it with Heather. The man he would wait forever for if he had to.

[kazxmp]

Eros pointing out the fact that they are some of his best and most troubling work makes the goth half choke on his smoke for a light laugh. He could totally get how annoying they could be, starting off strong with Kaz's seemingly constant attempts to block any movement forward in their... 'relationship' of sorts. But, he can also see how rewarding they might be for the god of love in a moment like this. Where two people who are honestly way too good for each other it's bordering on bad, are finally letting the flood damn get a crack in it after.. some years of Eros' careful work? Yeah, he can get it. It leaves a gentle smile on his lips while he puffs with one very cold hand; as the rest of his body looks like it couldn't get any more pressed together in his matte black puffer trench he had nabbed on the way out. "Yeah yeah I will do my best." He rolls his eyes but the smile is still there because he also knows damn well that Eros knows what happened, and it's only Kaz's job to be annoyingly vague for a little bit. Since he already knows and all. Gotta have his fun somehow, right? "Okay but also it's cold as fuck outside so unless you want to find me inside your jacket with you, this lunch spot better be close~" Just because Kaz babysits the kids, doesn't mean he ain't his own breed of kid when he's around Eros. Meaning he would abso-fucking-lutely worm his way up inside his jacket for the body warmth. Possibly like a lil bug just cocooned on his back under the jacket while he gets a piggy back ride all the way there? That sounds pretty good... Meanwhile, as all these thoughts are racing through his head he's walking backwards and looking at Eros as if whatever was in his head, he was about to make a reality.

[mperosx]

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    That haughty expression, the gruffness of his words— it’s so Kaz! Eros just smiles as they make their way out of the shop and into the cold of the outside. As they go along, the crunch of cold pavement and grass and icy sidewalk is under their feet but he makes no move to stop the way Kaz walks backwards to face him. Heather did it too whenever they would have their walks and talks and years ago Eros had learned to stop worrying that they might fall. Rain, sleet, hail or snow they were able to walk backwards just fine and on only one occasion when Heather was cataclysmically drunk did he slip a little but still had not fully fallen. 

   “‘Fraid there’s no time for your cuddle bug fantasies today,” Eros laughs as he motions to the sleek white body of his car parked along the side of the street a few feet away. “We’re taking the car there. Don’t put your shoes on my dashboard again, my wife will kill me.”

   She won’t, but he jokes just the same. Anyone who knew them was highly aware that not only was communication always clear and their marriage secure, but that neither cared that much about the material things they owned. “I’ll let you fiddle with the settings in the car, how about that?”

[kazxmp]

Not even the snow or ice would make Kaz falter in these platforms. They are basically his feet at this point in how much he wears them and for some reason his balance is way too good for his own well being. The walking backwards was about to cease in favor of darting forward for his 'cuddle bug fantasies' as Eros so sweetly called it; but alas his attention was directed towards the car which was a much better option actually. Even if he did want to curl up under Eros' jacket much to the God's possible dismay. "Next time then~" "Hey these are Demonia's at least the prints they leave are flames~" He teases as he hops in the car like it's his. Or as if he was Eros' legitimate child. Annoying as it may be, it's endearing as fuck coming from someone like Kaz who would normally be tense and keeping to himself in most other people's cars. If he even gets in them. As Eros granted, Kaz starts fucking with the heated seat buttons, opening the vents to go towards his short ass, playing with light functions and all the above while they are on the way. Maybe he was just trying to distract himself from the conversation he knows is coming where he knows even more that he will be bright red during the entire thing.

[kazxmp]

How to Trust a Goth With Your Bathroom in 21 Days

Continued from here for the appreciation of artistic talent and beauty, both traditional and modern alike; for @mpyanluo

Throughout his life Kaz felt like he had seen at least a little bit of everything, so when Yanluo had first walked into the doors of Marimo Ink, dressed in the glory that was his traditional attire, Kaz wasn't phased in the slightest. Instead it had done exactly as intended and somewhat prepared Kaz for not only the interaction but for what the God might have been wanting. Of course, Kaz could have looked at that attire and drawn something similar but it was important to the goth that his clients or soon to be clients, understood that his style has no bounds. Kaz showed that in many more ways by inviting Yanluo here even though he knew the God wasn't looking for a tattoo. All around the shop is versions of his art and not just in the traditional tattoo sense. Other than his portfolio, there's moss creations on the walls, spray painted accent walls, and potted plants that Kaz made all the pots for. Every part of this Shop that he lovingly calls his own, has his art in it. Though the moment Yanluo started speaking of his desires in that smooth tone he has, Kaz knew just what to show him. "If you're up for a walk, I can show you one that's not far." Without even waiting for the proper response though he is already up and grabbing his cigs and his coat from the chair. The goth can not always be a man of many words but he was more than excited for a piece like this. He loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooves a mural. And more than that he loves a bathroom mural. Because- "You know, bathrooms are the most under thought of rooms in public places. Sure sometimes people keep the shit clean but it isn't always about just that. it's about going into a place and every inch of it looks and feels like the rest. AND Seeing beauty in a place society has deemed so unnatural and disgusting only ends up bringing peace to the disturbed. And that's my favorite kind of art." Well, a man of many words when he's passionate he guesses. As he leads the way down the block to a more secluded area, on the side of a building where no one rents, he keeps speaking. "All of that to say, I'd love to do the piece. And if you like what I'm about to show you, I'd be more than happy to do it, and am confident it's well within my skillset." He says so very confidently because he knows just how to get that exact brush method onto walls that are normally unfit to do so. As his brain already flips through ideas as if the ripples in the flesh up there are pages of a catalog, he rounds a corner, popping a cig in his mouth and backing up only to let the wall in front of them do the talking. A few months into being here on the island, Kaz had asked one of the building owners if he could paint the outside of this unused one. He had so much muse at the time because for once he was starting to feel comfortable somewhere. For once, the landscape in front of him looked promising. So on the wall, the edges of it are painted as if it's see through, and at the right angle the building starts to disappear until it is nothing but the false landscape of the building. From the center of it, instead of looking like behind the building truly would, it opens up to a scape of city buildings with flowers growing out of windows and cracks in the brick; a blue sky with sun rays that wash over the whole painting so surreal like it's almost criminal that it's too cold out to feel it. The entire thing took him ages. But the amount of detail in it is insane, and says wonders to his ability to do things he has and hasn't done before. Puffing on his cigarette he watches the ethereal God take in his work. "I can create a mock up for the specific style you want in a few days and you can make your decision then if you are still unsure."

[mpyanluo-deactivated20240512]

the artist seemed to have a good grasp of what yanluo was asking, as he stood up immediately after and requested for the god to follow him. curious, yanluo did so - noting how the man grabbed a pack of cigarettes. as they walked, the man continued to speak and yanluo found himself amused at the other's words, but definitely agreeing with them. the god hummed, the corners of his lips curling upwards just a little as he followed kaz outside as they went around the block to a more secluded area.

artists usually embraced the trait to go against the norm, and that was certainly an aspect of an artist's personality that yanluo could appreciate. kaz appeared no different, and his work - while sometimes seeming chaotic - had structure and passion. each piece allowed some of the man's personality and thoughts to shine through, and the god found confirmation of his selection in artist in every single piece of art that he'd seen in the shop. the man was talented, had just the right amount of rebellious nature and he was extremely respectful to boot.

they arrived at their destination shortly, and the both of them came to a halt next to each other as they regarded the beautiful mural in front of them. yanluo had remained quiet until now, letting kaz do most of the talking while he listened. the god remained quiet, taking in the details of the artwork on the wall before him. the details were simply stunning, and the style was definitely different from some of the other art pieces he'd seen at the shop. the piece exuded peace and warmth; it was quiet and yet it screamed to be admired.

"you are truly talented, mr. kaz." yanluo then spoke, his dulcet tones fluttering between them. sharp eyes then diverted attention from the mural to the tattooed man beside him. his facial expression still remained mostly neutral; high cheekbones sharp, and not a single muscle twitching in the man's ethereal visage. but there was the hint of a pleasant smile tugging at rosy lips, clearly indicating that the god was pleased with his observations.

"please create the mock-up for me and i shall be back in a week." the god then stated determinedly. "i share your thoughts on bathroom murals and therefore expect that you will be capable of bringing to life what i have envisioned." yanluo added, the corner of his lips tugging up into a more visible smirk.

[kazxmp]

Kaz had been more than pleased by the time they had parted after he showed the mural. Yanluo was point blank and that was something Kaz liked. The God had expressed his appreciation for the artists talent with such eloquence and Kaz only took that expression and used it with every brush stroke put onto the three canvas' he was getting ready for Yanluo. It Probably wouldn't have taken him so long if he had only created one mock up, but he had realized very quickly that he was fond of three different sets of color schemes. In paintings like this it is of grave importance that the colors are not taking over the art piece but simply accentuating it, especially in a piece meant to be so divine. Adding all three colors would have been atrocious to the eyes especially if Yanluo's place is as he imagines it to be. He does not want this piece to stick out like a sore thumb even in it's beauty, he wants it to flow as if it had always been meant to be there. As if the house had been brought up with this beauty in mind. He had offered all three options up to the God when he was graced to see him again at the end of the week. One that held it's accents in red's and light oranges, scraped brush strokes creating the hazy mountain tops, tree's and red grass stippled throughout. The second had a similar brush stroke but this time the mountains held blue, the tree's around being the darkest parts of it, allowing for delicate single linework homes hidden throughout. The last, had a different approach with the primary landscape being comprised of watercolor greys and blacks, with ever so soft pink blossoms decorating the hillsides. Now, he stood at the door of his new client, a black tiered bag that was covered in sewn on patches, different colors of paint peppers the outside just showing how much he really uses this art bag. He knocks twice-hard. It's cold as shit he isn't knocking lightly. Though when he gets to greet the God, it is with a devilish smile. He was already excited to let Yanluo see him work. More than excited. It had been a while since he had gotten to do a piece in someone's home where he gets the thrill of the client watching his every stroke whenever they want.

[kazxmp]

Merry Christmas !!

In-Soo was lucky to have a lot of friends in Mount Phoenix. But there was some that held a special place in his heart and Kaz was one of them. As different as they were, they had found love and respect for each other. 

So Kaz shouldn't be surprised when a big box appeared at his front door, black and wrapped in golden ribbon. New boots were waiting for him inside, as well as a card.

'Dear Kaz,I have no words to tell you how much you mean to me. You have helped more that you probably even realize and I thank you for your friendship and your support. I hope you'll like this little gift and I wish you the loveliest Christmas ! Love, In-Soo'

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They were cute, they were so fucking cute and of course Kaz decided to put them on for the day immediately. Ready to break them in however he needed to, and the best way to do that? Was to move his ass all the way over to Insoo’s new place just as he had said he would in the SNS. It was in fact ‘tomorrow’ now so he tucks the card (that he will be safely putting in his nightstand) into his big puffy jacket and loads up the shit in the car.

Unfortunately for Insoo, this present actually caused a bit of a fuss since he had to made sure him AND juyeon-coz he doesn’t trust him enough yet to not blabber about the gift-to stay in another room so he can set it up.

As quickly as he can he sets up the piece of furniture he had made for his best friends new home. A old retro tv converted to make a cat bed for Bomi, on the back was a deep green floral wallpaper that acted as the tv backdrop while he even places numerous little plants and pots on the top to really liven the space and hopefully make it comfy for Bomi as well.

written in the back, behind the wood where it meets with the wall, there is a little carved message, probably not to be seen until way later.

‘Thank you for showing me goodness again.’

Pleased with his work he yells out, blocking the way to the door to Insoo’s room so it will be a surprise. “Okay! Get your ass over here, Innie!”

[kazxmp]

A very merry Xmas, HOMIE~! (Submission from @maibeemp )

Not only did Mai have pots and pots of many plants and flowers all over her place, she often experimented with new techniques and participated in trends. Though these little art-meets-nature installations took the least of Mai's limited space, it was the perfect gift for her caring horticulture homie.

To Kaz, one of the first self sustaining terrariums she ever made.

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It was astonishing really how their minds tended to gear towards the same things. As friends do, he guesses. That thought though, had a smile bursting at its seams while he held the precious creation.

Self sustaining terrariums weren’t the easiest to set up, especially when setting it up for the moss that Kaz likes but here she has made her first one and if he was honestly one to judge, it was fucking amazing. It’s small and he already had a place in mind for it. “This thing is fuckin’ sick. It’s even more sick that we think alike so damn much. open this shit while i relish in this beautiful masterpiece thank you~” he confidently speaks as if he’s just been given the best thing on earth while he hands off a black wrapped box with also a terrarium inside. Made from an old baby blue BubbleGum machine, he has made a little haven for little cutlings of all kinds, sure to fill the space inside of it in mere weeks.

[heatherxmp]

kazxmp​:

Where he takes on words other people have said; “You think if I touch it I can catch it?” “Come on Dalmation, Bark!” Kaz’s brain was on the verge of over working because even with all of the shitty people in his life that started merging with fears about Heather, there was still a piece of him that knew Heather wouldn’t be like them. He wouldn’t stoop to that level and Kaz inherently knows this and he tells himself that over and over again as he shakes and hides as much of him as he can. Heather wouldn’t do that, but he could still find it… ugly.

Stuck in his panic so deeply, Kaz doesn’t even know what is going on around him. Maybe he is unintentionally blocking out what could possibly be his worst fear coming to life, but even absent to the world going on around him, the vulnerable ball that was Kaz could only mutter the most pitiful pleads through his tears. “You’re the only safe one.. P-Please..”

{{ This takes place long before the summer gala! I just finally have time to sort out literally everything on every muse so I’m taking it! }}

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  Heather knew he fucked up but it’s without a doubt confirmed as he watches the normally strong and confident man he knows crumble. Before his eyes Kaz shocks, pales impossibly further and then sinks to the shower floor. He doesn’t need to hear it to know that Kaz is weeping there, balled up like the act will take away what has already been seen. Heather stands on the other side of the glass frozen in fear and guilt.

   He’d done it. He’s ruined everything. A million fish in the sea and the one that chose the chilling embrace of a siren like him is the one he’s hurt. A million things race through his mind as he stands there utterly terrified and unsure what to do for a few solid seconds. Over the sound of the rushing water he hears it though..

   ‘You’re the only safe one..P-please’

    That makes him move.

     The shower door opens and a wave of hot air hits him just as the cool air outside washes over Kaz there. Heather enters fully clothed and cares not one bit as water soaks right down into his clothes. It bleeds down into his hair and he ignores that too— his focus entirely on Kaz. He sinks down and draws the other man to standing, pulling him flush to him once they stand. In the security of Heather’s arms, Kaz is held.

    “Hey, hey. I’m here. You’re safe,” he says as he holds the other close. He can feel the way that Kaz trembles and he knows it’s not from the cold around them. Heather pulls the door shut again, trapping the heat back inside with them and keeps himself wrapped tightly around Kaz. He’s everything to Heather and the fear that is written in the very air they breathe shakes him deeply.

   “I’m not going anywhere unless you tell me to go.” Please don’t be afraid with me…

[kazxmp]

{Wrapping this up with a bodied summary because I did not get pinged on this and it is quite old but very important! I have been given the OK by the mun to depict Heather in a way on brand of the muse to assist Kaz!} Inherently Kaz was afraid with everyone. Heather was the only one he hadn't been up until this point. Of course it had consumed him like waves the same way Heather's arms and warmth of his quickly soaking wet clothes cling to him. Little splotted fingers grip that wet heavy fabric so tight he almost hurts his own palms with blunt nails, using them to ground himself into the words that crash through the abrasive water stream and into his ears. It was those words that kept them there until the warm water started to run cold. He never wanted Heather to go. So the silence dragged while Kaz convinced himself to come to terms with the fact that Heather would be gone already if it bothered him. Eventually he was simply shaking from the cold and being the caring man Heather always was for him, they got-in Heather's case Unclothed first..-dried up and clothed, blankets even being put in the dryer so they were extra soft and fluffy. The still bare faced goth spent the evening curled up in the brown eyed californian's body, newly exposed skin buried deep into a warm neck, bound to come unraveled during sleep. For now he lets himself hide as he's done for years and years; though this time in the sanctum of someone who loves him for him.

[kazxmp]

At first he doesn't hear the knock because-well currently something else was just getting knocked. Luckily though, when he hears that threat it's at the perfect time where Kaz can breathlessly slip off of the perfectly warm body he was attached to, leaving a few wet kisses to the plush lips of Heather, he dips to pop a robe on and open the door in all his sweaty and messy haired glory. Because yes, he knows damn well max will break in and honestly he should have let him. Let him walk into something that might scar him. Queue Kaz's devilish smile at the idea. But alas he answers the door. His eyes fall to the cup in Max's hands and he knows damn well who it's for, so he grabs it immediately. "You smart to bring this." He doesn't comment on the fact that he has no shoes on-he did slip some socks on-but he makes the interaction short as h grabs Max by the front of his shirt and literally pulls and shoves him into the apartment. He's sure max understands him at this point of their friendship that he doesn't have to verbally explain max to wait the fuck here while he gets dressed, and he hopes to fuck he don't have to explain that Max shouldn't say SHIT about his height without his platforms or whatever the reason for Max being here-on this earth-was about to be cut real short. With the warm drink in his hands, the goth meanders off back into the room, offering to to Heather as exactly what it is, Max's apology drink for interrupting/stealing Kaz away. This way is more fun because Heather has a name to possibly be annoyed at for stealing him away. So silently he chuckles about that before he's ripping himself away from more kisses with much difficulty so he can get dressed. Looking in the mirror though and seeing his smudged makeup and spiky space buns looking messier than needed-he decides it's kind of a fucking look and heads back out to his home boy. "Well?" As if Kaz had been the one waiting this whole time, he crosses his arms and cocks his head waiting for the reason Max is here.

[mpxmaxim]

When the door finally opens, Maxim raises the cup in somewhat of a greeting and simply nods at Kaz’s remark. Even though he has not yet had the opportunity to witness it first hand, he knows that Heather can be dangerous. Which is exactly why, he’d rather stay on his good side for as long as he can. 

A compressed sound accompanies the huff that leaves him when he’s suddenly yanked into the apartment and left to stand there. “Use your words.” his tone sounds annoyed when he looks down and straightens his shirt, but he knows he can’t fool his best friend. He doesn’t need to sugarcoat his words when Kaz understands his intentions regardless. 

Looking back up, his eyes scan the room for new decorations he might've missed while the goth delivers his apology gift to its recipient. His arms cross in front of his chest when he leans against the nearest wall as he waits for Kaz to return, having nothing better to do than look at the dope interior of the room. Think of Kaz what you want, but it's undeniable that he is talented as hell. 

“We're going camping.” The statement sounds so matter-of-fact that Maxim may as well be reading it off of a piece of paper. There was no discussion to be had, and his tone makes this clear. “Either that or I'll have to flee the country, and you'll have to find a new artist.” Part of his words are almost a joke, though they don't sound like it at all. To anyone else, his words might make alarm bells go off, but he couldn't really be bothered to mind his language. Not when his headache was still hammering around his skull—more dull than before, but still enough to piss him off. 

Maxim’s gear—if one could call the bundled mess in a backpack as such—was already stowed away in the trunk. Hence, why he was free to carry only the drink to the door without having to balance everything he brought.

“I’ll be waiting by the car, so hurry the fuck up and pack your shit.” Shoving his hand into his jacket, Maxim grabs onto the lighter but doesn't pull it out yet in favor of fidgeting with it. A habit that shows itself in his actions whenever impatience and excitement meet within him.

He gives Kaz a look that indicates he's being serious before he exits the apartment and walks out of the building. He barely passes the threshold of the door to light his cigarette. This would mark the first of many this night.

[kazxmp]

When you walk into Kaz's house it is.... almost like walking into a whole other universe. Because of how many plants he has, the majority of his walls in all the main rooms are windows, mostly covered by the plants that absolutely litter the room. Genuinely the amount of vines and stems of leaves sprouting from pots on the walls and the floors make it hard to walk without hitting any of them. The only place safe from possibly pissing Kaz off by hitting a perfectly grown leaf, is the kitchen and living room. Cut in half to partially join the rooms together, Kaz's art covers every space in so many ways that the black paint underneath can barely be seen. Because of this fact, even with the amount of sunlight dripping through bouts of green, and the singular yellow velvet chesterfield couch, the house had such a dark ambiance to it. While his house is full of his talent, and plenty of beauty, it is not the normal place of hanging out since.... well it's so fucking easy to knock something over in his maximalist ass house. So while he leaves Max to wait in this doom living room, of course flipping him off in the process, he almost hopes he comes back to max having fucked something up so he can slap him up a little for interrupting. Alas, Max has been good this time. He's spared, but he does get a weird ass look from the goth. Not opposition though.

"Fuck it." He doesn't even take the time to see Max leave or honestly even wait until that sentence is over. He's cutting his employee off with his movements by disappearing into the other room to pack some shit. A good amount of shit. ~~ The next time Max sees him, Kaz is opening the back seat of the car and tossing his-very large-SprayGround duffel into the back before basically tossing himself into the front seat. Not buckled. "Hope you have a big ass tent or an extra coz I ain't got one. I did bring edibles though." To be honest anyone else might think camping might be Kaz's living nightmare. Walking in the woods in platforms? Trying to wash off and reapply makeup every day without a shower? Of course Kaz thought of these things, but, "To be honest, bro I'm mad down to be in the middle of the woods high as fuck." That would really be nice he thinks. "And I guess you'd be cool to have around too." He rolls his eyes and playfully-yes while Max is driving, no he does not care-shoves Max's shoulder pretty hard. He has to hit him. Because he knows, that Max knows, that really he's actually mad excited to camp with Max, but because Kaz knows Max knows this, he absolutely must hit him.

[kazxmp]

"And your ass looks like you just woke up.” He chuckles at the lighthearted playing, and they both know Kaz thinks Insoo is a fine looking man and kaz has talked about him being dick down worthy enough times. “Shit you got any of that coffee for the princess over here?” Trying not to be a dick and not tramp his way through someone else’s house with his shoes on, but he also isn’t about to take them off to reveal his real height without them-also it would fuck with the fit-so while he talks he slides out these little black satin sacks, slipping them over his shoes so they keep the house clean. It doesn't take him long to already be opening and closing cabinets looking for mugs because at this point he has one that he uses at Insoo's that he likes most so he searches for it shamelessly. Once his eyes finally catch it and the lightly tinted blue ceramic clinks softly against his simple rings, he looks out into the main room of the house, taking it all in with all of his attention. "Oh hell yeah I want a tour! The fuck you think?! Look at this thing man, I can only see part of it and damn is it sexy so far." With a soft smile he glances at his friend before making a little purr noise to hopefully indicate to wherever Bomi is in this foreign house, that a comfortable person they know is here. One day he hopes Insoo would realize it has never been the house or place that makes Kaz comfortable. It was Insoo himself that did that. Though the goth only allowed himself to sprinkle those hints little by little. Like the way he motions with his hand excitedly AND with a smile for Insoo to lead the way. Because right after this tour? He's gonna get his hands on every single one of them embarrassing baby pictures. A little treasure trove he isn't even aware of yet.

[mpinsoo]

"My ass just woke up" In-Soo answered, laughing with his friend. He knew what Kaz thought of his appearance (it even was quite flattering to be honest). There was something almost reassuring in knowing that old clothes didn't change that. Juyeon and I spent a good part of the night painting his room. He stretched, watching Kaz place the little sacks over his shoes. It was a nice gesture and he truly appreciated how careful the other was. "The pretty princess can have coffee, croissants and even pains au chocolat. Kitchen's this way !"

Kaz's mug had been one of the first to be unpacked and carefully placed with their most used dinnerware. Fuming coffee was then served before the two men moved to the living room. It was one of his favorite part of the house, with the big windows opening on a small garden. "Isn't it ?! We were lucky to find this place." He smiled back and nudged the other as Bomi peeked from behind one of the footstools. "She recognized you. You'd better get ready for a cuddles session !" Coffee, pastries and a purring cat in your lap ? That was quite an amazing way to start the day !

Everything was a bit empty with nothing on the shelves or in the closets yet but In-Soo proudly showed every little corners of the house to Kaz. He was happy to be there, far away from the Yao Guai Apartments, away from Hua and their lost love's ghosts. He needed to be comfortable  and he was sure that he would be in this new place, where he could build his own universe

For now, he wasn't feeling good enough to understand why Kaz would think the way he did.

[kazxmp]

Insoo was a truly beautiful person inside and out, it didn't matter what he wore; shit for all Kaz cares he could pull up in a burlap sack and it would be considered Vogue in the goth's eyes. That doesn't stop him though from ruffling the already messy with sleep hair of his friend, "Of course you did~" and shoving the tip of a criossant into his mouth to start the tour. "Watch it, feed me too much and I'll keep coming back." Just as he jokes of being a cat himself, Bomi comes trotting out happily. Kaz is more than willing to cuddle while he walks and he does just that as he scoops Bomi up to rest comfortably in his arms. Truly, the house was stunning, and had so much opportunity for decorations and layouts. He said as much, going on about ideas, even ones he knows damn well Insoo will not want in his home but the goth can't help it, the house is like seeing an empty canvas. So, he blabbers on about all the different things his friend could do with the space, from paint to organizing, only to finally come to a halt in his words once they get to what will be Insoo's room. It's bright with natural light and the way the windows are set up makes it easy to already think of a layout.... bed on the left... He shakes his head to stop his racing brain since they are clearly not even talking about furniture yet. And Kaz is still finishing his coffee and Insoo knows as much as anyone that Kaz should finish his coffee. As he looks at this room though, Bomi hopping gracefully from his arms, he sees the new start his friend more than deserves. A place to be free of everything that used to be, a blank space that he gets to help Insoo paint with new memories, better ones. Ones that only hold fondness and warmth, ones that would make the prettiest paintings if used as a muse. The goth moves his signature mug into one hand and does something he rarely does-he hugs Insoo. With one arm and to the side, but it's warm and tight with a nice squeeze and all. "You deserve this, Insoo. A nice place like this." Truth was, he felt just as much as happy when people he cares about succeed just as much as when he succeeds himself. And this? A new path to happiness? That's succession if he's ever seen it. "I'm happy for you." Though he only let's the real eye contact and the moment to last so long before he's taking the last sip of his coffee and cracking his knuckles. "Now back to our scheduled programming, you ready to haul some shit or what?"

[kazxmp]

The Sea is Calling

Continuing this here just to elaborate on how Kaz feels about this v important topic with @heatherxmp

It normally doesn't go this way, normally Heather has to deal with Kaz whining about his shark having to go, hands clasped around him and whole body weight-even though it really isn't much-rested on Heather's body. It's normally a struggle because Kaz is selfish on a lot of occasions. He tries to do everything he can to moisturize Heather-not that it really works-just to keep him around a little longer. Over time though, Eros can attest, Kaz understood the only reason he gets to have Heather right here with him for as long as he does, he has to let him go. No matter how much it fucking sucks. He's learned other things about it too, like the fact that as much as Heather loves his time in the sea, it's hard for him to leave too. So the goth shouldn't make it harder on him than it already is. This time, for once, he's the one to bring it up. Pushing the words he's been thinking about all day out from behind jeweled teeth. Of course per Heather's way he makes it better with a joke and Kaz is more than willing to offer up a sweet smile even as he shakes his head and buries his hands into the soft hair soon to come back softer from the salt. The way Heather hugs him makes it a little easier, the weight of his head comfortably in his.. crotch.. but nonetheless these moments of physicality are needed. Never in his life has he craved and needed the physicality of a being of any form until Heather. So, "Of course I will wait for you." even though the words come out soft, more of a whisper than used with actual voice, they swim with promise and love just as Heather will soon soar through the water. "You have to promise to hurry back though. Or else I can't promise I won't take over your house." He loves him. If Heather never came back, Kaz would still be in this house waiting for him if not out by the water where he watched him wave off before disappearing under the blue waves that steal him away to a place he calls home. But his other home would always be right here. Wearing black toenail polish and sleeping in Heather's clothes and in his bed every night.

[kazxmp]

How to Trust a Goth With Your Bathroom in 21 Days

Continued from here for the appreciation of artistic talent and beauty, both traditional and modern alike; for @mpyanluo

Throughout his life Kaz felt like he had seen at least a little bit of everything, so when Yanluo had first walked into the doors of Marimo Ink, dressed in the glory that was his traditional attire, Kaz wasn't phased in the slightest. Instead it had done exactly as intended and somewhat prepared Kaz for not only the interaction but for what the God might have been wanting. Of course, Kaz could have looked at that attire and drawn something similar but it was important to the goth that his clients or soon to be clients, understood that his style has no bounds. Kaz showed that in many more ways by inviting Yanluo here even though he knew the God wasn't looking for a tattoo. All around the shop is versions of his art and not just in the traditional tattoo sense. Other than his portfolio, there's moss creations on the walls, spray painted accent walls, and potted plants that Kaz made all the pots for. Every part of this Shop that he lovingly calls his own, has his art in it. Though the moment Yanluo started speaking of his desires in that smooth tone he has, Kaz knew just what to show him. "If you're up for a walk, I can show you one that's not far." Without even waiting for the proper response though he is already up and grabbing his cigs and his coat from the chair. The goth can not always be a man of many words but he was more than excited for a piece like this. He loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooves a mural. And more than that he loves a bathroom mural. Because- "You know, bathrooms are the most under thought of rooms in public places. Sure sometimes people keep the shit clean but it isn't always about just that. it's about going into a place and every inch of it looks and feels like the rest. AND Seeing beauty in a place society has deemed so unnatural and disgusting only ends up bringing peace to the disturbed. And that's my favorite kind of art." Well, a man of many words when he's passionate he guesses. As he leads the way down the block to a more secluded area, on the side of a building where no one rents, he keeps speaking. "All of that to say, I'd love to do the piece. And if you like what I'm about to show you, I'd be more than happy to do it, and am confident it's well within my skillset." He says so very confidently because he knows just how to get that exact brush method onto walls that are normally unfit to do so. As his brain already flips through ideas as if the ripples in the flesh up there are pages of a catalog, he rounds a corner, popping a cig in his mouth and backing up only to let the wall in front of them do the talking. A few months into being here on the island, Kaz had asked one of the building owners if he could paint the outside of this unused one. He had so much muse at the time because for once he was starting to feel comfortable somewhere. For once, the landscape in front of him looked promising. So on the wall, the edges of it are painted as if it's see through, and at the right angle the building starts to disappear until it is nothing but the false landscape of the building. From the center of it, instead of looking like behind the building truly would, it opens up to a scape of city buildings with flowers growing out of windows and cracks in the brick; a blue sky with sun rays that wash over the whole painting so surreal like it's almost criminal that it's too cold out to feel it. The entire thing took him ages. But the amount of detail in it is insane, and says wonders to his ability to do things he has and hasn't done before. Puffing on his cigarette he watches the ethereal God take in his work. "I can create a mock up for the specific style you want in a few days and you can make your decision then if you are still unsure."

[kazxmp]

(H)orticulture (O)bservation (M)eetings (I)ntroducing (E)xcellent (S)pecimens - HOMIES

[kazxmp]

Contrasting to Kaz’s more laid back way of going about things, Mai was completely opposite as her voice boomed into the small space. Honestly there’s no need whatsoever to be so goddamn loud right now but the quiet man that is Kaz doesn’t mind it at all. In fact her excitement brings a soft smile to his face as he settles newspaper down on the floor so they don’t make a mess. A regular occurrence after the first debacle. We won’t talk about how long it took to clean that mess up.. Deft fingers open up his little pack, tubes with damp paper towel get unwrapped one by one until four opened sprouts lay pretty and fresh, their green so bright compared to what they will grow to become. “Thank you thank you~” In his own gentle way he accepts the compliments and changes topic of course, just happy in his own right that Mai really does like them. “Dude I know it’s so hard to find it. Guess coz most people can’t keep it alive,” A light chuckle escapes through his words, “I took a little weekend back out to Cali and connected with this bitch I used to know and she fucking had that shit so of course I asked to buy some off of her. Been waiting on these to sprout so we could do this.” His little weekend trip had been a few months ago and he hadn’t dared bring up the plant until he knew for sure they’d sprout. I mean… Mai loves this shit as much as he does so he’d hate to disappoint. Luckily he doesn’t have to today as he displays them to Mai proudly, sitting criss cross applesauce on the floor in front of his empty pot, soil, and… wet towels with sprouts on them.

With a smile he pats the ground next to him, not looking up at her but down at the floor. “Let’s get our grubby little hands dirty~”

[kazxmp]

"Took em long enough to sprout they better be beautiful." The words are mumbled as Kaz can't help but already be dived into getting the bottom of his pot lined with lava rocks for good drainage. The goth is hard set on the belief that a plants roots are like lungs, encompassed warmly by the ribcage that is soil, but with the ability to breathe. Lost in the thought of their little breaths he's brought back with the bump of Mai's shoulder and he all but jumps a tad bit, a chuckle following soon after. "Well we all know I like to get a little filthy~" Who would he be if he didn't joke about his own nastiness to his friends who no doubt see how.... shudder worthy Kaz can be. Happily. Meanwhile here is Mai, the sweet being next to him that's meant innocently but all Kaz can think of is the other plant life. And now he's struggling to pick up his pot again because he's silently-but animatedly-laughing too hard. "Sh-shit plant life is-" Truly he's struggling to breathe and it's making him laugh even harder, "A little g-green promise of- fuck-" He claps his hands over his face, taking a deep breath and shaking his head before keeping his eyes closed so he DOESN'T laugh. "Plant life is a lil green promise of happiness for me, too, fuck~" This is what Kaz needed. Time for fun that comes easy with a friend that's always a treat to be around.

[kazxmp]

❛ i’d say you live up to your reputation. ❜

Kaz raises an eyebrow as he wipes his hands together to get the dirt off of them now that he holds a little jar of moss samples he's been picking from around Mount Phoenix. "And what reputation is that?" The words probably came out a little harsh since his default is pretty monotone and not laced with friendliness, but he was curious. There could be a few options of reputation for someone who didn't know him to decide, it also depended on where they've possible known him from. SF, LA, or here. Using his thumb to press the cork top into the little glass bottle he now slips into his pocket, Kaz crosses his arms while entertaining the conversation that had just... sparked out of nowhere. Curious and curiouser.

[kazxmp]

New house, better vibes

Because of course he's going to be a nuisance while @mpinsoo unpacks!

The poor guy had been going through it recently. It felt like one thing after another had been hittin' his friend sideways and it was annoying as fuck to him that he couldn't do much about it all. What he can do though, is come help his homie decorate and unpack his room to show support or whatever. Also to highkey look through all his shit. The goth is a pack rat as he himself would call it. 'Stuff that isn't mine is stuff I haven't seen before therefore interesting'. Of course it's rude to just openly look through people's drawers and closets so whenever one of his friend's moves and it's literally part of his job at that point to look through it all? Oh he's more than in. So it's a win win. Support the homie, and fulfill his hoarding brain. When he shows up to the new-nice as fuck, damn, he might add-house, he's in more comfy clothes since they will be moving furnuture and such, but that also means he's not wearing his usual accessories. In change from ripped jeans with his layered belts is a pair of light pink over the knee sweatshorts, cream colored leg warmers bunched up under them and over his platforms. Instead of his usual dark sweater, he sports one of Heather's soft beige crewnecks. Of course it's way too damn long so he tucks that shit into the front of his shorts. Even his makeup was natural compared to what he normally does, just a lower line red smudge and a lot of blush; black hair half pulled up into two messy space buns. Maybe the look was to partially create the illusion that Kaz is not about to make this experience way more difficult than it needs to be, but also he's just trying to get comfy in his friend's new house. After all, he will be pulling up to this door a million and one times in the future. Knock knock. "Insoooooooooooooo. Open this nice ass bitch up-" ...On second thought he just tries the door.

[mpinsoo]

Like many of his friends, Kaz had been wonderful during In-Soo’s convalescence, calling and texting him regularly and bringing food from the Summer Gala at the hospital. He did miss seeing him in person though so when his friend heard about the move and proposed to help, he immediately accepted.

The vet had nothing to hide,especially not to Kaz. Except, maybe, a few embarrassing baby photos. That had been his mother’s duality, she had been able to take the most wonderful pictures but also the very awkward ones. The latter almost always were the family’s favorites.

In-Soo was barely awake and preparing coffee in the kitchen when he heard his friend’s abuse on the door. Juyeon and him had collapsed in his bed after painting the dancer’s bedroom until late in the night and his eyes were still heavy with sleep. He had the time for a quick shower and change into fresh sweats. "The door’s opeeeeeeen !" he yelled back, Bomi running to hide in her favorite box, startled by the unusual outburst. He smiled when his friend appeared in the doorframe, taking in his appearance, his gaze lingering over the leg warmers. He hadn’t seen such things in years.

"You look cute" the vet commented. And it was true, Kaz was probably one of the prettiest persons he had ever seen. "I particularly like the space buns. They fit you well, Princess Leia." He hand a fuming mug to the other and made a grand gesture, showing off the beautiful kitchen.

"Welcome to our new home ! Do you want to visit before we start working ?" More than anything, he hoped that his dear friend would love the house and, more importantly, feel at ease there.

[kazxmp]

"And your ass looks like you just woke up.” He chuckles at the lighthearted playing, and they both know Kaz thinks Insoo is a fine looking man and kaz has talked about him being dick down worthy enough times. “Shit you got any of that coffee for the princess over here?” Trying not to be a dick and not tramp his way through someone else’s house with his shoes on, but he also isn’t about to take them off to reveal his real height without them-also it would fuck with the fit-so while he talks he slides out these little black satin sacks, slipping them over his shoes so they keep the house clean. It doesn't take him long to already be opening and closing cabinets looking for mugs because at this point he has one that he uses at Insoo's that he likes most so he searches for it shamelessly. Once his eyes finally catch it and the lightly tinted blue ceramic clinks softly against his simple rings, he looks out into the main room of the house, taking it all in with all of his attention. "Oh hell yeah I want a tour! The fuck you think?! Look at this thing man, I can only see part of it and damn is it sexy so far." With a soft smile he glances at his friend before making a little purr noise to hopefully indicate to wherever Bomi is in this foreign house, that a comfortable person they know is here. One day he hopes Insoo would realize it has never been the house or place that makes Kaz comfortable. It was Insoo himself that did that. Though the goth only allowed himself to sprinkle those hints little by little. Like the way he motions with his hand excitedly AND with a smile for Insoo to lead the way. Because right after this tour? He's gonna get his hands on every single one of them embarrassing baby pictures. A little treasure trove he isn't even aware of yet.

[mperosx]

My Idiot Friend || Kaz & Eros

{{ Because I simply must! You don’t mind.}}

A starter for the weirdo @kazxmp

—*

     It was that special time again!

     Eros zooms to ready himself as quickly as he can today. Dressed to impress he dawns a cozy long sleeve black turtle neck that is tucked into flattering black slacks, and of course black boots. A large and comfortable gray trench jacket goes over all this with a quick spritz of fragrance before the god is dashing out the door. Today is the day that he usually pesters young Kazden about his crush on a certain educator in town. Only the spice of the day is that Eros is aware that a particular phrase has finally been said by both parties!

   Strolling right in to Marino Ink as though it is only the most obvious and natural thing to do, the god declares, “Where is my little idiot love bug friend?”

    He knows full well where the demigod’s station is, but he simply must make a scene!! “Oh Kazden! I’m here to talk about your ridiculous obsession with a certain brown haired, brown-eyed Californian!”

     Eros peers around before holding onto the front counter, taking a large breath and then calling louder, “I SAY! HAS ANYONE SEEN MY LITTLE LOVESTRUCK CHARGE? KAAAAAZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!”

[kazxmp]

He should be prepared at this point. It's like clock work. Maybe he doesn't like to be prepared over the pestering of his love life. (He says pestering even though he's pretty damn thankful for Eros and his string of fate he had wound.) A surprise is always an experience especially when it's Eros screaming his full fucking name in the middle of his workplace. "Mother fuckers always know I hate my goddamn name said and what do they do? Say my name. Dakota and you alike. Fuckers. For that I make you wait." He mumbles the shit to himself as he finishes the sketch he was working on for another client. And after what seems like enough time-after he was done listening to Eros' yelling-he made his way out, the sound of his outfit arriving into the room a few feet before he does. "Hey you aided with this ridiculous obsession, you know." He pops a cig in his mouth and heads out the door fully expecting Eros to follow him coz of course he's gonna go have a cig if he's not working. "You making a whole day out of it again this time? You dressed like you plan to." He teases lightly as he flashes a little smile before he's out the door. He won't admit it but he likes when he gets to hang out with Eros. Especially because he's one of the few people Kaz can open up about this stuff with. For obvious reasons but also because Eros is just an easy person to open up to. It helps that he's learned so many little daily secrets of this man thanks to his kids. He's also a good friend. That helps too. Even if he still gets clammed up talking about the aforementioned brown haired brown eyed californian. Who he is in fact, deeply, in love with.

[mperosx]

—*

   “I heard that!” Eros’ voice comes from the front end of the shop but he doesn’t make his way over to where he knows Kaz is. Despite coming there with the express purpose of reading the other man to absolute filth and then build him up again, he still knows that art takes a moment to get done. He waits near the front flipping through the photo books of the workers there, thinking over designs for something he might get done himself later.

   “You are correct!” Eros says smugly when Kaz finally emerges to accuse him rightly of his involvement in the other’s romance. “It’s some of my best and most troubling work!”

    Out they go into the world beyond the shop and Eros smiles as the cold air tries to make a grab at him through his clothes. Jokes on it, he’s mighty toasty today! “I do indeed! We’re going to grab lunch today, sans the man in question, and you are going to tell me everything!”

    Of course Eros knows everything that happened. It’s his area of expertise but it doesn’t stop him from wanting to hear it from Kaz’s mouth!

[kazxmp]

Eros pointing out the fact that they are some of his best and most troubling work makes the goth half choke on his smoke for a light laugh. He could totally get how annoying they could be, starting off strong with Kaz's seemingly constant attempts to block any movement forward in their... 'relationship' of sorts. But, he can also see how rewarding they might be for the god of love in a moment like this. Where two people who are honestly way too good for each other it's bordering on bad, are finally letting the flood damn get a crack in it after.. some years of Eros' careful work? Yeah, he can get it. It leaves a gentle smile on his lips while he puffs with one very cold hand; as the rest of his body looks like it couldn't get any more pressed together in his matte black puffer trench he had nabbed on the way out. "Yeah yeah I will do my best." He rolls his eyes but the smile is still there because he also knows damn well that Eros knows what happened, and it's only Kaz's job to be annoyingly vague for a little bit. Since he already knows and all. Gotta have his fun somehow, right? "Okay but also it's cold as fuck outside so unless you want to find me inside your jacket with you, this lunch spot better be close~" Just because Kaz babysits the kids, doesn't mean he ain't his own breed of kid when he's around Eros. Meaning he would abso-fucking-lutely worm his way up inside his jacket for the body warmth. Possibly like a lil bug just cocooned on his back under the jacket while he gets a piggy back ride all the way there? That sounds pretty good... Meanwhile, as all these thoughts are racing through his head he's walking backwards and looking at Eros as if whatever was in his head, he was about to make a reality.

[kazxmp]

New house, better vibes

Because of course he's going to be a nuisance while @mpinsoo unpacks!

The poor guy had been going through it recently. It felt like one thing after another had been hittin' his friend sideways and it was annoying as fuck to him that he couldn't do much about it all. What he can do though, is come help his homie decorate and unpack his room to show support or whatever. Also to highkey look through all his shit. The goth is a pack rat as he himself would call it. 'Stuff that isn't mine is stuff I haven't seen before therefore interesting'. Of course it's rude to just openly look through people's drawers and closets so whenever one of his friend's moves and it's literally part of his job at that point to look through it all? Oh he's more than in. So it's a win win. Support the homie, and fulfill his hoarding brain. When he shows up to the new-nice as fuck, damn, he might add-house, he's in more comfy clothes since they will be moving furnuture and such, but that also means he's not wearing his usual accessories. In change from ripped jeans with his layered belts is a pair of light pink over the knee sweatshorts, cream colored leg warmers bunched up under them and over his platforms. Instead of his usual dark sweater, he sports one of Heather's soft beige crewnecks. Of course it's way too damn long so he tucks that shit into the front of his shorts. Even his makeup was natural compared to what he normally does, just a lower line red smudge and a lot of blush; black hair half pulled up into two messy space buns. Maybe the look was to partially create the illusion that Kaz is not about to make this experience way more difficult than it needs to be, but also he's just trying to get comfy in his friend's new house. After all, he will be pulling up to this door a million and one times in the future. Knock knock. "Insoooooooooooooo. Open this nice ass bitch up-" ...On second thought he just tries the door.

[kazxmp]

mbfibtybfbhjiailh

my best friend is better than your best friend because he just is and i love him.

A thread continued from here with @mpxinvidia

The night had been more than comfortable as the group had knocked back drink after drink, shows whisping by either drowned out by conversation or their own thoughts. They had all been laying In comfortable silence before Kaz and Invidia started going into their own little drunken world together. "You ain't gottwist my arm~" Kaz smiles right back at his friend, even if his eyes aren't fully focused on him.

Even as his focus was on Invidia as he grabbed the bottle. his other hand ran smoothly along Heather's arm, squeezing his shoulder in promise of return before he stands, fully intent on dragging Invidia to the other room for a minute. "C'mere I wanna show you smthin." Kaz lightly slurred his words, though that doesn't stop him from taking another sip, as he gets them away from the other two. "I need your honest opiniomn you got thatshit? Like... Don't bullshit me now." He shuts the door behind them and brings his phone to like a half an inch in front of his face like he needs to be that damn close to see it, flipping through to find something. "Im just.. making this thinng for Heather and I can't tell if it sucks yu feel me.." The boy has money money so it's beyond anyone why he still keeps a jacked ass shattered screened iphone 8 but hey we all have our faults. And with that same jacked ass iphone, Kaz reveals to Invidia (way too close to his face) a picture of this jacket, it's a light wash jean material with embroidered little blooms and bee's sprouting from the yellow stitching. Straps from the bottom hem hang halfway down from the sides and when Kaz uses his finger to slide to the next picture, the back has a cut out in the shape of a heart, lined with a very thin lace. With the way Kaz is watching over Invidia's shoulder, picking out imperfections just by looking at the picture again shows how much he really wants it to be perfect; and Invidia is the only person he would show it to before Heather gets it. That's what best friend's are for ain't it?

[mpxinvidia]

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Kaz takes the bottle and stands and it’s not really until they’re most of the way away from the others that Invidia realizes that he’s for real not touching Noel’s silken hair anymore. The tactile sensation of it against his fingers is gone and it pulls an obvious frown from Invidia’s plush lips. They lower dangerously and stay that way for a moment even as Kaz proceeds to pull out his phone, nearly dropping it several times, before he’s ramming it close to the sinner’s face.

   Brightness is what he registers first, then the realization that he’s meant to be seeing something better than he is, before the knowledge that he can fix this issue. Pulling the phone out of Kaz’s hands roughly only because of the drink in his system Invidia wavers slightly as he holds it at a proper distance and stares at it. A jacket! He feels mighty smug. He’s determined in his great inebriated state what he’s looking at and smiles at Kaz. The other widens his eyes and pointedly looks at the phone again and then it clicks. OH! Invidia pulls his focus more to the image again, sucking in his bottom lip entirely in thought. It will leave both teeth marks and a faint red line but no one is going to stop him really.

   “He’s going to love it,” Invidia says after a long minute and then he pulls the phone to his chest tightly. “You know he will wear it until it falls apart. Just like his ugly grey knit sweater. You told him to throw it away but he didn’t because your mom gave it to him.”

   The sinner turns a little away from Kaz, phone still captive to his chest as he admits, “He told me not to tell you, but he likes it better than his Prada shirt from fashion week. He said he would wear that thing until it was pieces and he almost did.”

   That sweater is wrapped in brown paper and in a shoe box at the back of Heather’s closet and Invidia knows because he saw Heather lovingly touch that box just the other day. Singing brightly some siren song that tickled the back of Invidia’s mind he had watched Heather chase memories that day. 

[kazxmp]

It doesnt matter how long it takes Invidia to figure what he's showing him let alone that he's even showing him anything because in the process Kaz had almost forgotten what he was showing his best friend until Invidia's words sunk back in. Oh the power of alcohol. To be stressing two second ago at the image he was showing Invidia, to catching a glimpse of something else in the room and almost losing his whole train of thought. As it comes rushing back though, Kaz's smile splits his face so candidly at the validation of the present he was working on. Not even worried about the way Invidia hugs his phone hostage, Kaz lets his mind go back to that ugly ass sweater. He'll give it to her, his mom makes some really comfortable sweaters, warm as fuck too, but they aren't cute. And Heather had insisted on wearing it which honestly Kaz found very fucking cute. So really he hates to love the fact that Invidia let's this little tidbit out about the prada shirt. Kaz loves that Prada shirt. "It's coz he's sentimental or whatever~" He says with a smile as if he NOR Invidia know damn well that Kaz himself is sentimental as fuck too. Either way the goth was more than pleased with his friend's response and was quick to hug the phone as well which meant hugging Invidia, too. Naturally. "I really love him." The words are slurred and mumbled against Invidia's chest, deep in thought of the brown haired brown eyed californian that he got up from to come in here to show Invidia something for him. And in his drunken state he misses him as though he's not right in the next room. Not even ten steps away. Stumbles. Ten stumbles away.