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GUIDELINES / INTEREST–CHECKER
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NOT MUTUALS — EXCLUSIVE : Due to having a personal preference in keeping my dash tidy, I refrain from following a lot of people, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to interact. If you’re still unsure, simply fill out the interest-checker form. I’ll be happy to reach out first.
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Even if this guy was harmless, his need to keep on talking was really about to drive Kamui to try punching him again despite his current state. Likely worsening his arm in the process. Surely there was some motive behind this, his own trust issues were so awful that he's suspicious of anyone behaving this nicely. Regardless, he's just going to ignore Cain mostly. Kamui eyed the blue capped bottle, then mulls over Cain's offer to get a fresh bottle.
He kept thinking the bottle in the staff room could possibly be laced with something.
''Could. . . . . I get a bottle from the shelves?'' Kamui finally begrudgingly asked of Cain, while slipping off his jacket. Given how he strained himself when trying to punch Cain, his arm had heavily bled through the bandages he had on prior, having left a dark red stain on his jacket too. This was going to be a pain in the ass to treat himself, but Kamui rather deal with it then rely on some invasive idiot.
“Of course, I’ll go grab one for you.” More than happy to offer some assistance, he wasted no time fetching a new water bottle, dropping a coin in the cash register, before knocking on the door as he slowly stepped into the staff’s room.
“….” His guess had been correct, after all. These injuries looked very serious. Walking over to the table, he cracked the bottle’s cap with a twist so it would be easier for the other to open it, before sliding it towards him. It already seemed like being within the same room was putting the other on edge, so he didn’t come any closer. “…If you walk around with that blood-stained jacket, the police will end up questioning you.”
@ahogedetective / CONTINUATION.
Cain couldn’t help but chuckle heartily at the other’s response, resting a hand idly on his hip. “You definitely seem way nicer than the rumors made you out to be. I’ve never met a ghost before, so I don’t have a solid frame of reference, but you seem pretty special as a ghost yourself.” It was nice to see that the other looked comfortable with his presence, too. Movies might not be the best source to get information from, but they did leave the impression that some ghosts were territorial.
“You can just call me Cain. I’m not very good at being formal, so I have a hard time remembering to tack on honorifics. I can try to do that if you’d prefer it, though,” he explained, his eyes following the wisps in wonder, before going back to meet the other’s. With an open palm, he slowly extended his hand, like he didn’t want to spook the ghost. “I’m a little new to ghost culture, so forgive me if offering to shake hands is considered rude here, but I’d love to know more about you. Ah, and sorry about my peers. I’ll ask them to tone it down with the ghost-hunts and rumors.”
@gakkougifted / CONTINUATION.
“My role on this trip is to be your plushie, huh? That’s a bit different from what I originally planned, but I’ll try my best to live up to expectations,” he chuckled, putting the rest of their luggage down to start unpacking. His back was turned to Viola as he opened his bag, giving her some privacy in case she wanted to organize her more private belongings into the drawers.
“It’s pretty exciting to be in a foreign country, isn’t it?” Taking his phone out of his pocket, he glanced at the time. “We might have to rest and take it easy for today, but we can go sightseeing for a bit before your competition. It’s in two days, right?”
Even if Twilight was permitted to feel embarrassment about her blatant disregard for sensibility, that did not allow him to move even an inch. Suzy would put a stop to even a flinch! Arms already struggle to wrap around his middle, feeding the fabric tape around that she could take more notes about his waist and inseam. The distance up to his arms and where his other bone structure fell.
For a demon lord, he wasn't the bulkiest. But. For dressing him in something not quite as gaudy- it was preferred. Already in her mind she was imagining the pieces she might need. Something sturdy but with fine details. Maybe a pattern where the collar...
"Nnn."
Maybe it's how Suzy has to face up at said collar that triggers the remark. To get the bust would already be trouble enough. But his neck? The dragon doesn't blush, but she does tense up in frustration and reluctant surrender.
"I might need a stool to reach your head. If you were to sit down it wouldn't work. Even your chair here ... well obviously I won't stand on that. Or any of these books. You take good care of your things. Just not yourself. I wonder why that is?"
With bottled emotion Suzy steps back, looking almost meek as she waits for the situation to be resolved. Finding herself unable to simply solve it on her own. The stool in her prison cell was adequate for any other work. But running all the way back to get that would put her back into square one.
"You're a difficult opponent."
By which she means troublesome customer.
This felt… like a humiliation ritual, and he couldn’t do so much as comment on it because she seemed so serious, even as she basically hugged his middle. His whole body was as tense as can be, trying his best to fight down the embarrassment. Was this… a ploy to kill him?? No human in their right mind would get this close to a demon king, right? No, but even if that was the case, something this silly wouldn’t be enough to take him down. He won’t be defeated like this. Even if he was barely breathing. And sweating bullets. And on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
Thankfully, he was offered a small respite, his lungs getting some air back in them when he finally got his personal space back. She seemed to agree that she needed a chair, though with some… uncharacteristic meekness. His offer didn’t offend her, did it…? He hesitated for a moment, before slowly floating a folded chair tucked behind a bookshelf with his power. Her question made him pause in confusion, though.
“I… I do take care of myself? I try to stay fit and healthy…” Did he put on some weight?? Or lose some muscle?? He patted his stomach down in worry. The other demons in the castle would have told him if he was neglecting something, right?? And what does a difficult opponent mean?? Was she… trying to measure how hard it would be to skin him, after all???
…The whiplash of it all was making him a little dizzy.
@phasmascript / CONTINUATION.
“I’m not saying that killing and hurting people is okay,” he explained, with a gentle hand on the other’s head. “But a lot of bad things happened to you, and with your power, it’s easy for your emotions to turn into something dangerous. That’s just how you’ve learned to survive.”
“But despite all of that, you enjoy sharing the food you like with others. You want to get along with people, even if you don’t know how.” He met the other’s eyes with a smile. “I fully believe that you deserve a home that’ll teach you how to do that — how to make friends, and how to live in a way that’ll make you truly happy. If you want me to promise you that, I will.”
A shopping trip. The concept of going shopping with someone was so foreign to the vampire that he froze for just a few seconds with a shocked expression on his face. "You would want to?" The words came out slowly, each accentuating the surprise that Whiteblood was feeling. It wasn't unpleasant, just... he saw himself as infinitely boring, to have someone speak of spending time willingly with him, without the need or want for any business practices, felt quite unreal.
Whiteblood hesitated for just a moment and sighed. He shook his head as he looked at the other, and finally, he responded. "Well... if you really are dead set on spoiling me, I am willing to allow it but," He raised his index finger and lightly waved it in front of the young man. "Do not push yourself too much, okay? Spoiling others is a virtue, but only if it does not come at your own cost. The moment you would burden yourself, that's when I will take issue. Does that feel like a fair deal to you?"
“Of course! It’d be fun to try all sorts of clothes with you. Ah, but I have to apologize in advance — I might get us stuck in the boots section for a while. Something about them just grabs my interest, you know?” he asked, with a sheepish laugh. His face seemed to brighten when the other agreed to let him spoil him, though.
“Really?? Hooray! Haha, I got worried there for a second, since I really wanted to pamper you today. Well, I say 'pampering', but it really doesn’t come close to how much you usually do for others. Even now, you’re worrying about whether or not I’ll push myself too hard. I think that part of you is very sweet.” Walking over to the vampire, he grabbed his wrist, tugging him over towards the main attractions. “You’ve got a deal, so set the worries aside and make sure to enjoy yourself too, alright? Let’s go try one of the rides!”
There is a small pout on the boy's lips as he backs up just a little. As befitting a fox, Niimi had a small pension for tricks- and theft. Theft of snacks and dango. Mostly dango. Which he takes a bite of even though this person had caught him sneaking out the store without paying.
"I promise I won't steal again, so you won't tell on me, will you??" A glance up with big pleading eyes- after he takes another bite of his beloved dango.
(for sou or cain, whoever wants a fox with sticky paws)
“Hmm~ I wonder about that. It’s only fair that you get the repercussions of your actions, don’t you think?” he asked, and despite his nonchalant tone and attitude, he left no openings for the other to escape. “That’s a lesson you’ll have to learn sooner or later. It’s part of growing up.”
"Oh...?" He blinks in surprise at that. Shao... Likes the feel of his cold skin? Shuichi didn't expect that at all. No one's ever told him that before.... "....I see...." A warm smile adorns his face as he feels Shao rest his chin on his shoulder... "Then I'm happy....it feels just as nice and calming to you..." For once, maybe he liked the fact his skin felt so cold...
He hums when Shao wraps both arms around him in a full hug, with Shuichi leaning more of his head against Shao's as well. His eyes lower.... Right now, the vampire felt complete bliss. Before he met Shao, when was the last time he was ever this intimate with someone, if ever? He never realized just how much he craved human touch like this... He hopes Shao will not want to let go for a while. He could stay like this for a long time...
"Th... Then whenever you'd like.... Shao: y... you can hug me. And if I may dare to ask if it's also okay.... to want to do this more often? Hugs feel....so nice. I never thought I would be able to bond close enough with a human to be able to do so with them.."
The offer makes him pause, a bit of embarrassment swirling back into his chest. Hugging the other whenever he’d like… well, he doesn’t think he’s bold enough to do something like that, as nice as the idea was. He could try, though. If Shuichi wanted to hug more often, then… there was no reason to feel embarrassed about wanting to do that, too, right?
“…Sure,” he mumbled, giving in to the calming effect of the hug, once again. It almost felt like a cold compress on a migraine — literally. He could feel the chronic tension in his temples dissipating. “I’m… uh, not really good at initiating hugs like this, but it does feel nice. I wouldn’t mind doing it more often.” In fact, he’d really like that. He didn’t even want to let go yet, if the way he was fully leaning into the hug was any indication. “Is hugging a human different from hugging another vampire?”
❝ Not that it really matters, but are you okay? ❞ he offers Cain the palm of his right hand for the customary high-five.
unprompted inbox. — always welcome
That question, coming from Mithra of all people, catches him off guard.
“…Why? Do I seem off today?” he asked, as he high-fived the other. His confusion was apparent on his face. “I guess it might be because I haven’t gotten any proper sleep lately… Well, it’s nothing compared to what you go through with your bizarre injury, so I should be okay. Thank you for asking, though.”
Is he deaf? This guy really just did whatever the hell he wanted, didn't he? Kamui's gaze was on him like a hawk, the irritation only growing until he decided to try launching a punch at him to make Cain leave him alone but the pain shot through him and he gritted his teeth as he held his arm where the pain shot through.
''Fuck, fuck, fuck. . . . .'' Kamui hissed, knowing this would only make the guy more likely to meddle where he was unwanted. Kamui tended to have his own idiotic moments, such as this where he gave away how bad of shape he truly was in right now.
''Fine. . . .'' The most frustrated of sighs came out of him, ''Give me the damn bag.'' This guy's face pissed him off, everything about him pissed Kamui off. Being so annoyingly concerned and kind for no reason. It got on his nerves to no end. Kamui snatched the bag from him, regretfully so given the way he clicks his tongue since that hurt to do. Then went ahead to the staff room for privacy, despite the reluctance. He does look around wondering if he was being set up, since it seemed off putting how helpful Cain was to begin with.
“I warned you that trying to be violent would only make your wounds worse…” He’d moved aside to dodge the incoming punch, but it didn’t seem like there was any need to do that in the first place. For the other to not be able to move his arm like that, or do so much as snatch the bag… it only gave away how serious his injuries must be.
All the more reason to make sure he treats them properly. He watched as the other went into the staff room, before returning to his spot behind the counter.
“Ah, I almost forgot. I have a blue-capped water bottle back there, too. You can drink it with the painkillers,” he told the other, knowing his voice could be heard from inside the room. “Or I can bring you a cold water bottle from the shelves, if you’d prefer that. Let me know if you need anything else, alright? Customers rarely come by this late into the night, anyway.”
This guy was being ridiculously intrusive. This was a new kind of harassment, wasn't it? Kamui wasn't used to having strangers fuss over him to such an extent. It made him unbelievably uncomfortable. He was growing increasingly irritated.
''I'll give you one last chance to back off before I punch you in the face.'' Kamui warned, very likely to act out on his threat. ''I'm not sitting down with some dumbass, and letting him get that close to me. I don't trust you, and I don't want to be anywhere near you.''
What the hell was wrong with this guy? Clearly had some screws loose.
Didn’t trust him, huh? After a brief hum, he walked away from Kamui over to the cash register, scanning the medical items in his hands and putting some money in the drawer, before coming right back to the other.
“Then I won’t make you sit with me — it’s true that you have no reason to trust me, after all. You can use the staff room behind the counter to treat your wounds with these. I’ll only check in every now and then to make sure you don’t need help with anything.” He held the items –which he’d placed in a plastic bag, to make it easier to carry– out to the other. “You can take some snacks with you and rest there for a while until I finish my shift. I’m the only one working the night shift today, so you don’t have to worry about anyone else walking in on you. How does that sound?”
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“At least be a bit more specific. Oh well, I guess ‘irritating’ would mean that something I do repeatedly gets on your nerves, right? I wonder what it could be… Getting another perspective on things is always good, so I’d love to talk it out over a cup of tea. Do you have a café preference?”
Δ = playing with their hair. ( Viola playing with Cain's hair! She's giving him a low braid style like hers!! )
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“Hm?” Cain had been busy looking over some part-time job advertisements, when he felt Viola’s hands in his hair. It got a chuckle out of him, and he simply let her play with his hair while he resumed reading the job descriptions. Only when she seemed done with it did he turn around, bringing the braid over his shoulder to take a look at it.
“Oooh, that’s nice! We’re matching hairstyles now, huh? Haha, I love that. It kinda makes me wanna go to a fun photo-booth together after this.” His hand went up to carefully touch the braids. “You’re really good at making them look neat and casual. Did you learn how to braid from your grandma?”
"......." Susumu leans against Cain once he put his arm around his shoulder. He closes his eyes, enjoying the head rubs...even if he feels he honestly doesn't deserve any of this right now. After all, he felt it was his fault for what happened yesterday...
"Cain...." Still... It felt so nice...so comforting to have that reassurance. Cain befriended him for all sides of him, not just the cheerful part. Maybe...that's what he was really scared of: if Cain would think differently of him if he saw the sad parts of him. He knows it's ridiculous to think such a thing, but it was so hard... allowing himself to look down in front of others.
"How it can make someone...truly happy..." He repeats under his breath, eyes opening halfway. How did that never occur to him, he thinks to himself? If he always hid the parts of himself he didn't want to show, then no one would truly know him, through and through. Would that really make someone happy? Would that actually end up making them feel the opposite effect? He hopes that he wasn't indirectly pushing people away like this. He just wanted to be the person that can cheer people up and make them happy...
"...You're so nice, Cain. Thank you.... Hearing you say all that...makes me very happy. Maybe I was just.... nervous looking sad in front of you.. I always hated the thought of making you sad because I was, but... I know I can rely on you. I promise to...try to do that more often. I care about you lots, too! B-But...." His frown deepens... *I feel kinda.... undeserving to hear this. Especially because.... I'm the reason, our coworker has been feeling so upset. Momoya-san, that is... Yesterday, she was venting to me about a personal issue. I tried my best to cheer her up... To try to give her the motivation to stay strong and pull through! That things will surely be okay soon; b-but... That only made her feel worse. She said I couldn't possibly understand how she feels and that... Th-That I have a bad case of "toxic positivity." That I.... Was dismissing her feelings and trying to make her think positive when she possibly couldn't.... I-I... I never meant to do that. Even if she's right that... I possibly couldn't understand what she was going through, I still wanted to be someone she could confide in, but clueless me.... Only managed to make things worse and hurt her."
Susumu leans his head more into Cain's and slightly tilted his face downwards to hide it. "S-So that's why I felt so down today....and I know it's selfish of me to even feel this way when I'm the one who caused all this. B-But I just..feel so bad. I'm scared to even talk to her right now. What if I make things even worse? That's why I feel bad even accepting your comfort right now, Cain. I don't deserve it...." He clamps his eyes shut.. "I-I'm sorry. Even after you said so many kind things to me, here I am, moping and feeling sorry for myself. Maybe she was right about me, after all..."
His hand continued to smooth out Susumu’s hair as he listened, before it settled on the other’s shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze. It was easy to see just how much the other wasn’t used to talking about his worries like this. Still, he was trying his best to, and Cain was willing to bet that it was mostly for his sake, making an effort to rely on him to make him happy.
Even the problem itself was centered around the feelings of another person. With how much Susumu wanted to make others happy, being hit with the complete opposite reaction must’ve really shaken him.
“…But it was never your intention to hurt her, was it?” he asked, gently rubbing the other’s shoulder. “The method might’ve backfired, but you had good intentions. You really did want to help her feel better, and you tried your best to, didn’t you?” Turning slightly, he reached out to cup the other’s cheek in his other hand, waiting for Susumu to meet his eye, before lightly headbutting his forehead with an affectionate smile. “You’re a good person, Susumu. It’s okay to make mistakes, sometimes. That doesn’t automatically make you a bad person. It’s okay to feel bad about making mistakes — that’s actually the opposite of selfish, you know? It’s proof that you’re a good person. Proof that you do care.”
Pulling back a little bit, he slowly brought the other back into the side-hug. “It’s okay to feel like you’re stuck, because that’s what I’m here for. I have no doubt that you can solve this issue even without me doing anything, but there’s no reason not to use some extra help if it’s available, right?” Some more headpats, and then a small chuckle. “I guess if there’s anyone selfish in this situation, it would actually be me. It makes me so happy that you’re confiding in me about this, despite how hard it is for you to do so. If anything, it’s almost like you’re doing me a favor by relying on me.” But it was up to the other, in the end, whether he wanted Cain to help him solve the problem or just listen to his worries and let him figure things out at his own pace. Well, what he was hoping to get through to the other basically boiled down to…
“No matter what happens, I’ll always love you unconditionally, Susumu. Lean on me when you’re tired.”
"I-I..." When Cain comes to a stop, Susumu does as well. Looking back up at him, his eyes widen at what he says before he stares down at his feet again. "You....think so...?" He silently lets Cain take his hand...
Dismissing his own problems...and always making light of them. He's aware he always feels anxious when someone notices he's got something on his mind that's bothering him, but he never realized it was that bad...
As they sit down, Susumu gazes at the reflection of the moon from the water. It was a very calming and pretty sight... helping to lessen his anxiety just a little bit. Still, the nervousness was more apparent in his eyes as he turns to look at Cain, nodding his head. "O-Okay..." He wouldn't lie to Cain... he can't. As scary as it can feel letting himself not look so happy, he's willing to show it, for him..
"............" For a moment he goes silent, as if thinking about how to answer. Then, he begins: "...I guess... It's because I like being able to be the one to cheer people up when they're down or just need a little motivation boost. If they're happy, it makes me happier! B-But...whenever I'm sad... and it makes others feel sad for me... then I feel terrible. I don't...like...making people feel bad. I only want to help bring a smile on their face. So if I can't succeed in doing that... then I'd rather them not know if I'm not feeling as positive, myself."
Susumu wouldn't want to go as far as to say he doesn't care about his own feelings or himself; but being optimistic and cheerful came so naturally to him. It was what everyone always sees him being. So the rare times he doesn't feel like his usual happy-go-lucky self, there's always that anxious thought in the back of his mind...what if it makes others put off if they see him look even a semblance of sad, upset, or anxious? If he's feeling any kind of negative emotions, it might rub off on them, and then everyone's feeling down. That... is something he never wants to let happen, even if it means having to force the smile or optimism more than need be. "S-So... I always just try to secretly cheer myself up until I really do feel better again. That way, everyone else is still happy, at least...."
From the way his eyes flickered, to the hesitation in his voice… it was clear how much the other was struggling to talk about this topic in itself. Still, as uncomfortable as it was for Susumu, it was a conversation they needed to have, which is why he chose to simply listen to the other’s train of thought without interruption, mulling it over.
Then he wrapped an arm over the other’s shoulders to bring him closer to his side, unable to resist patting his head.
“You have a kind, loving heart, Susumu.” A heart that always wanted the best for others. “You do make people happy with your presence. I’m not saying that’s a bad thing. The way you always try to cheer others up is a precious quality of yours. It’s really sweet.” He kept his hand on the other’s head, humming quietly as he stared at the river. “…But you’re only human, Susumu. You’re allowed to feel sad. You’re allowed to seek comfort in others when you’re sad. You’re allowed to grab onto someone for help. That’s what it means to have friends, you know? I befriended you for you, Susumu. The whole of you, not just your cheerful side. I want to be there for your good times, and I want to be there for your bad times. That’s how we make deeper connections as people, and it’s how you can make someone truly happy, in the long run.”
A pause, before he playfully leaned his head against the other’s. “Nothing would make me happier than having you rely on me, honestly. The people that love you want to be sad with you, Susumu, because we care about you.”
@gakkougifted / CONTINUATION.
Cain was quiet as he listened to the other, his eyes gentle but serious, even when Susumu tried to laugh it off.
“…You know, Susumu,” he began, slowing his pace down to a stop, before turning to fully face the other. “I’ve been noticing that you always make light of your problems. I understand that you prefer not to worry other people, but… it’s almost like you’re dismissing your own worries.” Then, his hand reaching out to take the other’s, he gently pulled him over to sit down on a grassy bank nearby. The river’s surface was shimmering under the moonlight. A scenery calming enough for the serious conversation he wanted to have with the other.
“I want you to be honest with me,” he started again, once they’ve settled down, meeting the other’s eyes, his gaze softening. “Is there a reason you feel like you can’t let other people worry about you?”
