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ho hey guys! I’m gonna give lil rat boy here a break for a bit and will be over on this hoe. Just givin’ a heads up in the meantime!

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𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝕴𝖘 𝕱𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝕴𝖓 𝕱𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖕 : ( Modern AU )

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            And shielded, his eyes did stay as his new roommate remains             sprawled out for the world to see. Well, Shion certainly             wasn’t expecting to see that from his company so soon, but,             in a way, he supposes it’s good to get all this awkward tension             out in the open. He’s certainly seen enough to consider the two more             than just acquaintances. And, despite how odd this             situation is, the paler is soon turning around, facing his problem head-on             and not cowering away from a little…exposed skin.

            “It doesn’t necessarily bother me, just surprised me, is all. Give a guy some             warning next time, okay?” That seems like a simple enough request.             Then, like a hurricane that gathers in the gulf and takes             what territory it can conquer, rules are being dished out, and Shion’s barely             able to process all of them. He hears things about parties and sex and             being medicated and his palms can’t raise fast enough to deny his             involvement with any of those things. What kind of             person does this guy think he’s living with? Are these the sort             of people Nezumi regularly interacts with?

            But before Shion can retort, he’s letting out a sigh of             relief as his roommate announces he’ll be dressing             for their first meal together. Supposing that things can be discussed             over later, Shion returns to his room to continue his emails in peace.             It’s the sound of someone loudly rapping against the door that has him emerging             once more, cash in hand as he turns the knob and greets the             delivery person. Small talk is exchanged and so are pizzas, and soon             Shion is closing the door and entering the kitchen, where once again,             he’s completely shocked.

            Not only is Nezumi dressed, but he’s made the table so it’s set properly             with the real plates, rather than the paper ones Shion usually             finds himself using due to their easy clean up. In fact, Shion doesn’t think             he’s ever used the plates his mother bought for him before-or sat at the table             that came with the place. He’s dumbfounded, wide-eyed as Nezumi holds out             a chair for him-and he’s soon taking the seat, a crimson             blush as bright as his own eyes adorning his cheekbones, while carefully setting             the pizza on the table and waiting for Nezumi to join him before opening             the box.

            “Wow…” He’s really blown away, and has been since this afternoon. “This             is all–I was expecting us to part ways for the rest of the night. But             this is…nice, in a way. Thanks for setting the table.” This is a pleasant             opportunity, albeit unexpected, for the two to             get to know each other. All of a             sudden, Shion realizes just how lonely he’s been lately-seeing as he             doesn’t have many friends, and the few people he does interact with on a             daily basis seem to not want to get too personal with him.             Having someone to sit down with and talk to is…refreshing.

            “So, I’ve been thinking about your rules.” Now is as good a             time as any to discuss them. “And I don’t think I’ll have a problem with them,             considering I haven’t been to a party since…I was twelve? I’m a virgin-never             had a girlfriend and don’t really have anyone who could even potentially             be one, so that shouldn’t be a problem.” Taking his first slice of his pizza and                           humming as gooey cheese leaves a trail between             mouth and food, Shion thinks back to the             earlier conversation. “I work during the day, and usually come home and             sleep, or read, or browse around online in the evenings. I tend to keep to             myself, so I think we’ll get along just fine.”

            “As for rules of my own, just…keep the place clean, and don’t make             a lot of noise when you get home? You said you work nights, right? What             kind of place do you work at, Nezumi?”

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         “Pish-posh! You expect me to wander off           and accept the fact that we’ll be that kind           of neighbor who barely knows one           another and just runs off to their room           at any sight of the other?” Tonality is kept           to its original setting as he aided the           other to his seat. “I’m almost offended.”           Yet crimson pigment dotting itself across           features so CARELESSLY arranged his           banter to be that of sarcasm --- elated he           had even received such a BOLD reaction.          “Usually ‘m not one for all the,” he gestured           toward the table, “but a welcoming           ceremony is all the more appreciated.”

   Settling then into his own chair, Nezumi’s    demeanor descends only slightly as the    other went on about his own version    of their rules. While listening, he helps    himself to a slice and is all but neat    with it. On the contrary, this was the first hot    meal he’d had in ages. “Tch,” he    mumbled to himself underneath his    breath as he fiddled with the cheese    roaming from its origin. Every now    and then slate would flicker to meet    the fair’s gaze to ensure he was, indeed, listening.

              “Wait.” Setting his slice aside momentarily,                 a single brow inclined as he leaned forward.                 “You’re... how old? And never had                  sex? Never had a girlfriend? I-- I don’t                  know what kind of Nobel Peace Prize                  you’re trying to win but you’re certainly                  not doing yourself any favors.”                     Mockery, as always, an initial reaction. 

    “Ah-- eh, anyways,” the raven clears      his throat, “don’t worry about the      noise and cleanliness, that’s      commonly, expected shit that      comes out of this sort of thing.”

                Tress oscillated as he shook his head,                  regard wavering as he finally were                  able to indulge in his dinner for                  the night. Tempted, to engulf                  everything in sight though forced                  himself AGAINST the urge --- presuming                  it would only lead to QUERY. The less everyone                  knew, the better. After all, if the other hadn’t                  already noticed by now just                  who Nezumi was or who Nezumi                  could be --- then there wasn’t any                  point to address it. However, the                  prior reference of OFFENSE left a                  sour twinge on features because of it.

                             “I work at a place that pays me                               enough to help with the bills,                               that’s all you need to know.”

              “---what about you? Precious                mommy and daddy letting                you off the leash a little and                now you’ve got yourself in                a pickle? Looks don’t always                get you places, y’know, and                relying on others gets you                no where. ‘M just here till I                get back on my feet a bit                so don’t get any ideas about                anything permanent. I’ll even                make sure to step out once                they come around and check                out the place. Let you live your                little false dream.”

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The Way You Said ‘I Love You’ #1

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            Surely, Shion’s cheeks must be as bright as a fresh summer             strawberry; he can’t even seem to look at the one rested below             until forced to by long, delicate fingers guiding him             to meet sweet lips. He accepts the kiss wholeheartedly, the             comforting words that follow met with a simple hum along with further             burning of his cheekbones. He’s not proud of his quick, messy finish, but             Nezumi sure seems pleased by it.

            “Shut up,” Order is hushed, hand venturing lower             once more to grip a member that must be aching for             more. “or you’ll be finishing yourself.” Words are followed by             a testing squeeze of flesh, confirming that, yes, he could continue,             seeing as Nezumi was still worked up. The other’s teasing still             in the back of his mind, Shion guaranteed to himself that he could have             the queen of this city begging for more in his             hands.

            Although the smaller is dying to see just what Nezumi’s             face looks like when he’s letting the pleasure take over,             there’s a certain phrase he’s dying to hear just as             much. The fact that it was ignored moments ago could be             blamed on Shion’s phone, but a second try would be worth it. Shion             gives his partner a few more seconds of paradise, his hand             massaging in ways even he was unsure he was capable of, and             then the sensation is taken away.

            “Nezumi…” Eye meet, lips dangerously close but not giving             satisfaction. “…Nezumi…” Thumb swirls around tip once more,             further drawing out the agony. Free hand caresses             cheek gently, face portraying just how much fun Shion             is having with his little game.

                                                                                       “I love you, Nezumi.”

            Words are sincere, but meant to rile, as actions won’t continue until phrase             is returned. And Shion’s brows raise, testing, signaling that             Nezumi should know just what he’s waiting for, and with             obedience, comes reward.

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      A smirk dances across labium as       command fell upon impaired ears.       Whimsical, the strain his body       CRINGED for. How enthralling       of he to find such reaction within       himself akin to the other — sparing       even the slightest twinge on the       most bare of TOUCH. Even the       heat panting from his gaped       mouth left the taller in AGONY.

                  Pitiful, how he’s fallen WHIM to your meager hand, boy.                                                                  { Cautious --- oh he’s AMUSING himself                                    with you. With every angle, pull of tug,                                    even the look in his eye. You’re nothing                                    more than a damn trinket added                                    to his PRETTY shelf of toys. }                     Nezumi, at a loss.

“Tch---!!!”                       Unable to BARE the sight of him,                        his efforts to clamp ivory                        drapes SHUT and turn away                        was all he could manage.                        “Mmf---!!” Incisors sunk into                         bottom tier --- quiet, quiet, quiet!                          All he needed to do was CALM himself.                                           How fucking impossible.                                                       Midst such an OBSCENE predicament --- why                             did love show thy face? Why did love have                             to stricken his very soul so? Love was                             shook him to the core. Yet, even as he                             is exposed and looked upon by one                             man audience, love SWELLS his coarse throat.                                             Persistent bastard.                               “S-Shion.. hah, cut t-the shit....”

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Gentle press is placed upon previously stained lips, Shion's head already falling into a pleasant lull as he prepares for bed. The sheets are warm, pillows soft, all forming into one glorious state of relaxation. But, the boy can't fall asleep until he's had his goodnight. "Sweet dreams, Nezumi." For Shion's dreams will certainly be that, sweet.

            The clock barely struck midnight and already            evidence had shown the lax in ruby gaze,             hoarseness in baritones, and groggy            composure. A kiss is STOLEN and silhouette             now is framed beneath duvet. All too sudden            the smaller had moved himself into             Nezumi’s room every night. T’was not gradual,             no word of warn. He weren’t even to question            nor resist — Shion was an open book, a TERRIFYING story.

   A tousle of hair indicates    his SILENT return in gesture   before alleviating himself from    bedside. For the raven, his day   was only beginning — one in    absence of his fair. Scheduling   was beginning to conflict and,    despite the sheer in chest, he’s not    to mention a LICK of it.

                              That’s just how TH E I R world worked.

     “Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince;”

                        “—-and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.”

       && footsteps ensued, he’s got work to do.

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Intoxicating liquid swirls around against the glass as Shion’s arm drapes itself across the back of the sofa; his legs are draped across Nezumi’s, his hand coming up to run through dark tresses as cheeks burn as alcohol flows through his bloodstream. Shion isn’t much of a drinker, in fact, he doesn’t know if he’s ever been quite as drunk as he now. An adventure that’s never been explored before, the boy’s troubles are thrown away as complaints fall past chapped lips.

“–so I said, ‘No, you, sir, you need to calm down. I’m not the one making a–” A hiccup is accompanied by Shion’s story of how a man once tried to steal his grilled cheese from a restaurant. Whether or not this tale was true, well, the world may never know. “–a big scene here! C'mon, just hand over my sandwich and–”

Shion sighs, pale locks falling as his head tilts to rest against slender shoulder. He’s feeling a little more cuddly tonight, and although this could be blamed on the amount of intoxication in his system, the drinks have just made Shion all the more brave. He doesn’t try to limit his affection, and instead, completely changes the subject of this enthralling conversation.

“Nezumi, you ever seen a giraffe? I’m talking, like, a real, life, giraffe here. What the hell is up with those things, right?! They’ve got to be at least five hundred feet high, and their tongues?! What is with giraffe’s tongues? Oh, and chimpanzees? What is up with chimpanzees. And don’t get me started on ants, like, what is up with ants, amiright?” 

Drunken rambles go on and on as fingers reach for discarded glass and Shion finishes off the rest of his beverage; he’s lost count of how many that makes tonight. “I’m…hot. Are you hot? When did our apartment get so hot?” All the while, body just huddles closer to Nezumi’s, completely contradicting his stupor. “Y'know what else is hot?” Head lifts slightly and eyebrows waggle suggestively, giving Nezumi an idea of the answer to his question. Then, lips move to other’s ear, voice a velvety smooth tone as he whispers.

                                              “–Lava. Lava’s real hot.”

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    Enthusiasm’s weight interchanges     between course of conversation.     Growing heavier as it were     FORCED yet features kept naught     riddled beneath. Tiers ever-cast in     their upturn — cheeks beginning     to ACHE from the lack of time     they’ve ever been cursed to     remain upright for so long.     However, Nezumi accepts the     struggle with equanimity. Silken dactyls     weaving their way through     ebony tress — soothing, soothing, soothing.

         Shoulders quake ever so slightly          as the taller SPURTS out in laughter          while the other exaggerates practically          everything and anything that comes          to his clouded mind. Yet, here — where          limbs rest intertwined, incredibly reposed          and the ticking on an endless clock          seems to have fully          dissipated — is a WARMTH that dallies upon          him that he’s quite not too accustomed          to. Here, is where he feels serene but          habit dissuaded its offered NORMALCY, only partially.

                 Though, as space were eliminated and                  that fucking VOICE sang to his                  eardrums like a sweet, succulent                  siren — Nezumi’s intent on                  distance FAILED practically the instant it arose. 

                               “Tch, lava eh?”

    Crown pivots, labium pressing against     the gentle arc of cheekbone just where     blemished flesh begins its SPIRAL on     velvet surface — a hum following his     endeavor. Adjacent palm ascends to     cusp the other side of ageless     physiognomy as neck elongates ever so     quaintly. Features sinking into DIVINE, colorless     satin mane, proboscis inhaling the     wholesome leftovers of fancy     shampoo — how could humanity capture every     entity of PRISTINE and embody it into one being?

                          “Your face,” he shudders, “might                      be even hotter than your petty lava.”

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For Better, or for Worse.

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            And, from the moment those curtains opened, his eyes were             fixed on her. He knew he wasn’t the only one             in the room that felt this way, considering the roar erupted every             time Eve so much as moved a finger. She had so many wrapped             around her finger that for just a moment, Shion could feel a pang             of jealousy hiding in his gut. 

            The music – oh, how luxurious was Eve’s voice, one             that could send goosebumps up the spine of just about any             passerby. Songbird Eve was, her notes as addictive as a fresh plate of             cookies; and just as Shion was starting to get into the             performance, crimson eyes met slate. A slideshow of emotions             riddled upon the face that all eyes were upon, but all             Shion can do is smile. His cover may be blown, but the show that’s             unraveling before his very eyes makes it worth it. Unforgettable, was Eve,             the two men adjacent from the new onlooker commenting on how             they wish they could get on her list.

            Eyes can’t seem to part, but Shion’s head tilts in confusion when             he’s pointed to, leading every pair of eyes in the audience to turn             his way. Despite the deep embarrassment that’s already covering             his face, the boy allows himself to be whisked away by the bouncer,             his heart pounding with every step he takes towards that stage. Luckily,             once he’s actually on the small platform, it’s hard to             see the faces of those whose purpose is to watch, although             the crowd is now in eccentrics, hooting and hollering for the obviously             innocent boy to be taught a lesson.

            And taught, Shion is, by the star of the show, who certainly doesn’t             hold back as her actions mimic the words spewing from rosy lips;             Eve reeks of a combination of alcohol and perfume, her long             nails scratching down the sides of Shion’s arms leave heavenly bumps             in their wake. Hands of the audience member are mostly kept to             himself unless lead otherwise, and while Shion immensely enjoys             the private show he’s been given, he’s almost relieved when the music             finally ends and curtains are closed as a passionate, lustful             kiss is placed upon dry lips. It’s returned in full-force,             Shion’s hand coming to rest on the back of Eve’s head as fingers             lace through luxurious tresses. This will certainly be a             night he will never forget.

            The comments from other performers fall upon deaf ears as Eve speaks,             her words slurred and movements sporadic. “Woah, woah. Careful.” Shion             laughs, his arm coming around Eve’s waist as his             other holds her hand and allows her to lead him to the dressing room. “How am             I here? I took the bus.” The other’s intoxication is far too entertaining             for Shion to not take advantage of; Eve is certainly more hands-on when             she’s downed a few shots.

            “I know you’re probably mad.” The two round             a dark corner, passing a few more queens who whistle as they             watch the two pass. “But I just…wanted to see what you             do, that’s all. I bought a ticket for this show months ago. Nez–”            A creature of habit, Shion is still getting used to calling his lover by her             stage name. “–Eve, you were really incredible. Wow. I can see why you’re             so popular.”

            The door to the dressing room is surrounded by male fans, all dying to             get even a glimpse of the star of the show, and once she arrives, they’re             on her like bees on honey. Thankfully, the same bouncer from             before is prepared, and nearly shoves Eve and Shion into the dressing             room, while also returning the flowers Shion brought and had incidentally             left at his seat in all the excitement, and closes the             door, successfully fending off the wild fans.

            Eve’s station is overflowing with cards, gifts, and bouquets so beautiful,             they make Shion’s half-wilted flowers look like trash. He lets             out a sigh as he helps Eve sit, his hand coming off her waist but             the other holding tight to her hand. One of the bouquets is             moved off the vanity so Shion can also sit, and bring Eve’s             slender fingers to meet his lips. He’s blown away, flabbergasted             that this gorgeous creature who’s so fawned over             is his.

            “I…got these for you.” Daisies are handed over             now, albeit reluctantly. “But they’re nothing compared             to these. Don’t worry, I’ll buy you a nicer bunch when I             get paid on Friday.”

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       Thinned brows furrowed as staggered         footing BETRAYED the taller, his         ego dissipating with each step. Yet,         despite the growing irritation, it brought         compact hands to cradle DELICATE         surfaces ---- and for that, he was         grateful. All comments from their         company fell on deaf ears, Nezumi         was too FIXATED on the other to even         pay attention, especially since its span         was cut so short. Tiers divide then,         readying a cocky reply yet silenced, was he,         as a crowd swarmed them --- limbs         extending to get even the         slightest GLIMPSE of what she felt like.         The ONLY touch he wanted to stay         consistent was the one practically holding him up. 

            Once the roaring outside was diminished             and everything had finally begun to             stop spinning --- he could finally SETTLE             upon him. Gunmetal blurred by his             drunken gaze, lips upturn as he forced to             sit and hand it taken by a kiss --- oh how             he yearned to be the center of HIS world.             Scarlet, akin to his lover’s eyes, blot             upon features --- at this point he’s             unable to submerge it --- && the inability drives him INSANE.

     “So not only did you come to see       me after a long day’s work, perpetually       sabotaging your entire sleep schedule,       to then surrounding yourself in an       environment that would make anyone       feel uncomfortable had they not been       in it before... have you been in it       before? I dunno --- anyways, to       then spend money on me just to       watch me get all pretty and sing       a little song and give me these flowers? Chh.”

           Kicking himself to his feet all too EAGERLY,            the raven would continue to hold onto the            fair’s palm while doing so, ensuring not to            make a complete halfwit of himself.            “These? These won’t do,” he gestures to the             meaningless heap of appreciation             spread throughout his station. With his freed             hand he would carelessly shove the display             to the floor, disconcerted of how the later             janitors would handle the mess later             on. “These?,” a hum would resonate             as he leaned closer to inhale the CRISP             scent of freshly severed stems, “perfect.” His             murmur followed by a regard settled upon             the smaller, unwavering and serene.

     Withdrawing one of the several flowers       provided, Nezumi tucks it behind his       beloved’s ear before practically       collapsing back in chair afterward.       Reaching for a wipe he RIDS  himself       of her, just to ease the conflict between       identities the other was seemingly       having a laborious time with. “Shion,” a coo       as fingers pull ebony tress into       a tie, “you are my flower. A never       changing... pure white...       breathtaking.... A flower that blooms only for me.”

           A pause ensues after his confession --- conscious            of the content pertaining to kindhearted words            but fancying a better time and placement, if at all.            Charcoal iris averts then, busying himself            with the POSH attire appointed to his            performance. Nezumi’s not to take quite            long as he changes in front of the            other --- too high-strung on his stupor to give a DAMN. 

      Even he is to soil beneath the Devil’s drink and break his FOLLY facade.

         “We should probably beat the crowd before            they shut this place down for the night.”            Making way toward a blended entrance, he            pulls the latch leading to the back alley of            the building. Allowing the other to pass first,            he closes the door firmly behind himself,            stumbling in the process. “Shion, walk            close to me.” For both comfort and the            need of physically stability, never intending to admit either.

   “Eve.”

                  The name and voice struck a nerve                   ending so SENSITIVE to Nezumi he                   couldn’t help but react with a twitch                   of his head and flared nostrils. Palm                   extended to wrap around the                   other’s beside him, his grip unbearably tight.

          “Eve, who’s the little boy? He’s not to join us, is he? Eve? Eve!”

   “---heh.”

                                  “I want my session Eve!!”

         Gait increased, urging the smaller to          do so as well. Once rounding the corner          and out in the open sidewalk the          raven STILL was not eased. “Let me buy          you dinner,” he blurts out suddenly, tonality is kept           low and husk. “Get whatever you want,”           discarding of the other’s touch, he then           fiddles around in pocket and offers him a           taped wad of earnings collected from his prior           show. “I’ll wait out here. There’s a Chinese           place across the street, pizza place right           behind you... and... yeah, just whatever           you want. ‘M fine and don’t want anything           so don’t worry about it. Like I said, I’ll be right here.”

           Then, an immediate, perhaps too forth of an embrace             instills itself against the fair, features pulled             into breast plate --- Nezumi’s gaze kept on             the wandering shadow behind the pair. Before             a moments’ pause, he cusps gentle chin into             coursed fingers, pivoting jaw just enough             to catch labium ever so ardently.

                                 “Go Shion.”

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.....................................u got me babe chan ❤️

S-Senpai......

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u kno wat i changed my mind fuk u

what if i proposed a trip to flavor to w n♥♥

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*KICKS DOWN THE DOOR* LETS GET READY TO /PARTY/

look who finally decided to show upa fuckign littL E NU T

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Perhaps it's just the position of the moon, but something has Shion feeling extra sensitive tonight. A pang of want, of jealousy, overcomes him and gives him the courage to enter Nezumi's room as soon as the raven is finished preparing his makeup and hair for another night of work. He isn't quite ready to let go of Nezumi and let Eve have her fun tonight. So, head rests against the back of a taller shoulder, his eyes closing in his bliss. "Sorry...just wanted five minutes before you leave."

              Threshold creaks — age weighing upon its              hinges so helplessly, Nezumi is not stir.              Muscles relaxed as tiers divided to inhale               partial breath, catching the slightest              glimpse of RAW flora. Shion was so               careless, heedless to his action.               Always so bold yet BLIND to consequence.               However DRAWN the performer may              or may not have been, he too, is as               powerless as rotted barrings.

        “….”

                        Oh how his name would BORE itself                        into the very muscle of tongue.                         Again and again would it be the                        first thought to TAINT his mind,                         burn his abdomen, curse his eyes                         that were in effortless wander of                         such shiny, yet silken tress, and                         cross-fire any concentrated thought. 

                                                          Ｓｈｉｏｎ．

    “Y’know how troublesome five      minutes can be? You could       spend it reading a       page or reheating a      meal for yourself yet…”

                        —you’re here.

                                       “…you fascinate yourself with my back, tch.”

     Shifting, ever so consciously, the raven turns      to face the other — noting the evident     desperation of SLEEP cringing      beneath youthful features. A hand     is to soothe pallid strands before he      etches ever so closer to spare      a timely lapse of lip upon lip to his lover.

                 “Why deprive yourself when you                    can get a better view from the front?”

        Baritones kept to a whisper, he continues attempting to lull the other.

    “By the time you open       your eyes, I’ll be here       again. I’m always here, Shion.”

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Woah, woah, woah kids, let’s just pump the breaks for a sec. Comparisons are p lame. I mean, what’s the point of individuality a RPer develops when portraying a character? That’s the whole fun business of this sort of ordeal, right? We’re not supposed to shit on one another, but bring each other up, especially if your fandom is incredibly small. I mean, with “one person fits one character’ mentality, pretty much every fandom/chara is doomed for. It’s OKAY for people to have different portrayals. It’s OKAY if not everyone is the same. It’s OKAY if you don’t meet someone else’s expectations. But what’s NOT OKAY is to be scrutinized, singled out, and demanded to CHANGE for YOUR personal needs/desires. Sometimes, others appreciate what you don’t --- just the nature of the beast, my friends, so please don’t ruin something that is so very good for someone else by attacking, presumed, insecurities. If this continues, I won’t be as kind. I WILL NOT tolerate bullshit bullying on either my or my partner’s end. Thank you.  ----Quinn out.

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For Better, or for Worse.

    “Eve’s boyfriend?!”                                                                    “You’re kidding! Why didn’t                                                                    we hear about all this?”                 “You’re a lucky man, Shion.                  Eve’s our most popular host.”                                        “Look at this flawless skin! I can                                        see why Eve snatched you up…think                                        she can learn to share?~”

            A quiet roar hums among the members of the nearly-filled basement as             Shion is bombarded by scantily-dressed, heavy-makeup wearing             employees of the local drag queen paradise, a place that’s             become quite popular as of late. Men and women alike come not only             for the company these women provide, but also for the             nightly performances that take place here. This is the first             time Shion’s ever stepped foot in this facility, and             although all the entertainers surrounding him are…tempting…             the boy has his eyes set on the main performer tonight.

            Nezumi, or rather, Eve, has never been all too fond of             talking about work. Shion understands-Nezumi’s job pays             practically all their bills, and he enjoys the chance to perform,             but with the raven’s immense amount of talent comes a great deal             of demand from customers; he’s on shift nearly             every night, and sometimes doesn’t get home until the late hours             of the morning. It’s because of their opposite work             schedules that Shion and Nezumi haven’t had much time to themselves             as of late, and although the paler usually stays up and waits for             his other half to get home, tonight, he’s decided to             take some initiative.

            Curiosity plays a big part of his being here tonight, as well.             Shion has seen the posters featuring Eve, and locals live to tell             stories of the famous entertainer, but just what sort of show             she puts on, Shion isn’t entirely sure. His presence in the             audience is a secret, for Nezumi has always denied allowing             Shion the chance to see Eve perform, not a fan of mixing             personal affairs with those of business. Tickets to Wednesday             night performances were incredibly hard to come by, but Shion             reserved his nearly a month in advance, so here he stands.

            Just to throw off the enemy, Shion had sent a few texts             to Nezumi hours before, when he returned to the empty apartment             after work. It was part of his daily routine to send             a message to the other, but the notes on Wednesdays always             wished good luck.

[To : His Majesty ♥ ] ::  Sorry I missed you. Break a leg tonight. If you come home pretending you actually broke your leg again, I’m sleeping in my room tonight.

[To : His Majesty ♥ ] ::  If I’m asleep by the time you get home, wake me up so I can at least eat dinner with you.

[To : His Majesty ♥ ] :: I love you, my asshole.  ♥

            An announcer appears on stage, instructing that             it’s time for everyone to take their seats, for the show is             about to begin. Wishing his enthusiastic company a polite farewell,             Shion takes a seat on the edge of a middle aisle, surveying             the rest of the crowd and noticing it largely consists             of middle-aged men; the atmosphere in the theater is eccentric,             especially so when the lights finally dim completely             and low-quality spotlights are focused on the stage. 

            Gripping the cheap, yet thoughtful daisies he’s brought             for the star of the show, Shion’s eyes widen as the curtain             is pulled open. His wonder of just what Nezumi does             for a living is finally about to be put to rest.

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         Lips mimicked the shade of rosé while          ebony long passed malnourished yet          fit shoulders. Wrist would FLICK as          he made the last touch-up of his          cheek contour. A chime catches          his attention before setting his          makeup brush back into the          canister that held the whole set.          Resisting the URGE tugging at          the ends of tiers, his gaze averts          whilst tress oscillates as head          shakes --- euphoria OVERCOMING          his usual stoic demeanor. Here,          alone in the dressing room, he felt          safe enough for a smile to cross him ever so briefly.

                                                -------------

[iMessage] ✉ To: My Greatness : You couldn’t sleep in your own bed alone even if you tried

[iMessage] ✉ To: My Greatness : so I’ll see you in mine later (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

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                        “Five minutes for curtain call!”

    && with the the warning,     his neighboring actresses     swarm the beauty room     for one last check and drinks.

               “Now I know you didn’t forget                 about me,” he jokingly shouts                 out to the shot girl and, of                 course, wasn’t ignored.

                              “Our precious star of the show?! How                                could i! Damn you always got your                                liner on point!”

             Nezumi would only offer up his shot              as false gratitude as he DOWNS              his fourth for the night effortlessly.

“Two minutes ladies!!”

                     Kicking himself from his chair,                      stilettos clack against the                      floor with each step, others                      following behind. No longer                      is he known as Nezumi, not                      in this life, he is NOW recognized as Eve.

          Dancers begin to rush to their positions           while the intro music echoes           throughout the house, Eve, center stage.           Soon sight is blinded as draped curtains           reveal her act. As eyes adjust to their           new setting, it’s clear that there’s not an           empty seat in the house that NIGHT.           Some of the onlookers, the usuals,           and others, newcomers. The difference           between the two was that their normal           casualties wouldn’t join in on song,           only ADMIRE, while those who           would dance freely with drinks in           hand were the added income to a successful night.

                 Midst the crowd as the main                  event lends her vocals to the                  instrumental, her gaze takes                  notice of her most LOYAL customer                  by the bar in the back, who causes                  regard to waver almost all TOO                  quickly. Then, it is there that slate                  met crimson HIDDEN behind colorless                  tress, a face she could spot anywhere --- Shion?                  Eve could feel palpitations instantly                  increase all the while ensuring her                  current SHOCK does not disrupt her                  performance. Gesturing to the shot                  in a crowd member’s hand, she takes                  it and divulges in between verses.

                       Afterward, her attention solely                        settles upon the only person                        it could, her precious flower.                        Signalling to the bouncer                        closest to stage left, she                        points to the fair as a COY                        smirk dances across plumped labium. 

      Bringing the smaller to her PLAYGROUND,       she’s not to look upon her audience       any longer as tonality slurs with every       note. With the power of       suggestion --- actions would vulgarly       match the lyrics spewing throughout       the house. Treating thy lover as a       focal point to every twist of hip,       arch of spine, and bend of       knees --- elation wouldn’t       even begin to describe just how EMPOWERED she       had felt with every whistle and “damn!” the crowd shrilled.

                         Soon, the song had ended and                          after her final words, a kiss                          were to bestow itself upon                          the boy --- drapes closing. The                          audience was still in an uproar                          and she had a hard time                          SEVERING herself from the                          other till laughter broke,                          caused by the comments her coworkers were making.

                   “Damn girl save some for the bedroom!”                 “Can I join?!”    “Wooooo! It is hot in here!!”

                             Coaxing the other, rather jaggedly                              due to her compromised state,                              they head to the beauty room                              where the bag of her belongings remained.

      “You’re here!! You’re really         here! ...why the fuck are         you here?” She bubbled out.        “You look so fucking beautiful         though. Your hair is so shiny.         I never got how the hell         you are able to do that. It pisses me off.”

                                             “God, Shion... how are you here?”