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@riskybee
WELCOME TO THE PINNED POST ! This is a highly selective R.inne A.magi from E.nsemble S.tars!! written by citrus. Crossover, OC, and duplicate friendly !
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I’m your trusty producer citrus ( she / her ) ! I’m a 26 year old in her animation training arc!
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"Are you alright, Mister Amagi? You seem tense."
@riskybee / broke ass man meets his glucose guardian (?)
"Tense ? Who me ?" he points to himself before throwing his head back in a roaring laugh. "Let's put it this way Ms.Hatter. I'm here for a favor." The redhead propped his head up on the palm of his hand, fidgeting with the countless knick-knacks in her office.
He clearly was a pain in the ass, specifically your ass. Ah well, might as well make the most of it and enjoy your drink.
You tried to avert your eyes from his frame, choking on your drink at his insinuation, thankful the flush over your cheeks were hidden by the assistance of liquor in your system. You were no lightweight, but you were well aware of your surroundings, even when inebriated. You just used the excuse of being drunk to keep appearances up. As annoying as this kid was at least he was easy on the eyes- What the fuck were you thinking? Stupid.
As frustrating as he was, you took note of the fact that he surprisingly kept his hands to himself. You were so used to people in the bars to attempt getting handsy with you but this guy, despite the foul shit coming out of his mouth, kept his hands away and off of you. Deep in his pockets even. That could mean one of two things, either he was aware of your reputation of kicking the pulp out of others for coming onto via touching you without your permission and pushing his luck to see just how far he could get before you clocked him, or he was all bark and no bite.
Your money was on the latter.
With a grumble under your breath, your baby blues squinted towards his cyan eyes, contact made and kept as you took another swig of your drink. "--Wouldn't you like to fucking know."
"'S why I'm askin'" he rolls his head to the side, clicking his tongue. He basked in this verbal push and pull, like a game of tug-of-war. How funny was it? She threw dismissive threats his way, but continued to speak with him. She had to be drowning in his charm despite her clear disinterest. He innocently bats those soothing cyan blues she was captured by. "C'mon, you like the attention. Mind tellin' your name?"
"Hm?" he looks him up and down. Wide surprise. Strudy up on top, this guy was maxed out on the upper body muscle scale. Had this young man been a bit younger and saner, he'd have asked the man about his workout routine. Alas, another time, another universe. Though he can feel the man's inquisitive gaze for a while. "Least take me out to dinner first if you're gonna undress me with those eyes of yours. Wanna shoot your shot? I'm down for the daddy types," winks.
@necronomiconman
"Ya wanna makeout with me so badly it makes ya look stupid" he pokes the other's forehead. That signature booming laugh of his springing fourth to the very corners of the room. "Ah, ah, barkeep when ya realize your feelings I'll be here waitin'" he makes a silly kissy face at him.
"Ya fuckin' reek of alcohol 'nd I make it a point t'not fuck around with sloppy bastards. Get fuckin' help 'nd sober up."
If Rinne wasn't a customer and he wasn't listening to the other's attempt into forcing interest by being as annoying as possible, then maybe there'd have been a chance. Honestly, he's not quite sure why he puts up with the other's behavior, maybe part of him is amused by seeing someone else who isn't put together in the slightest.
"Go home, Rinne, bar's closin'."
@riskybee
"Who said I was drunk?" he rolls out over his tongue. A delightful warm buzz, yes, drunk he was not. Years in the city made him learn quickly his limitations. He leans over the counter, crossing his arms with that signature grin of his. His loopsided shit-eating grin, eyes half open, and a now sultry tone. He needed to turn up the charm if he wanted this night to have a happy ending. "Only if yer comin' home with me," he winks.
Oh yeee no rping besides lurking dash and maybe replying ooc to a post or two. Been packed this weekend since I finally felt well enough to go on my birthday outings after some rescheduling.
👁👁 I did a ton of walking for the past two days so maybe don't expect much from me tomorrow or maybe even Monday, but know I am lurking... reading....
Yeah, you could see why the others got so irritated at him, not that it bothered you much or at all really. His mention of an old man caused a soft snickering. You could only recall how often you'd been called such due to your unique features. "--Hehe, can't believe twenty-five is considered old these days," oh you could, given how the generation under your own always referred to those above twenty by such.
Peering through his thoughts, seeing the red head wonder about your angle was amusing to say the least. To at least one of the girls, yeah you wanted to be that over protective boyfriend, but you were nothing more than a close friend with a fractured past. The other, being your older sister, you were just curious given her own agenda and the people in her life. And then there was the guy by you himself. A trouble maker for sure given his reaction, most likely a prankster. You wanted to learn more.
Before you could voice your own musings, the barkeep slid you your earlier placed order. A strawberry daquri with choclate drizzle, extra strawberries, whipped cream, and vodka mixed in, taking a break from your usual given they were running low on ingredients. It did the job well enough. "--Ah, thanks,"
You pulled the long spoon sitting in your drink out, scooping a bite of it up idly as you returned to his questions, not wanting to reveal anything incriminating just yet. "--Oh, I don't know, enticed might not be the best word, it was more like homicidal. Ring a bell, or are you one to go around stinging people for kicks?"
You waved your hand in dismay at his offer, a little flustered at how quickly he turned that on you, "-- I'm curious, but not curious enough for anything more than chill vibes, ya get me?"
You finally brought the spoon to your mouth taking a bite to satiate your sweet tooth before asking one last question, "--Maybe if you told me your name, I'd be able to see if you are the one bothering my buddy or not."
"You got one foot in the grave," he chuckled. He takes a swig of his liquid poison; his pack with Lady Luck had served well enough, drinking as often as he does, it's only a miracle he hasn't shut down. He takes another long drink, his eyes wandering to take in anything notable. Slim, very in fact. One hard gust of wind and the poor bastard would be the next big headline for the evening news. If it was a fight he was looking for, it was one surely he wouldn't win. By appearances alone, he seemed far too content in his seat to do anything. Laxed eyes, shaggy appearance, and his focus on the food in front of him.
Homicidal? He jests, surely. The word itself describes how anyone feels towards him -- he never cared about it, however. Why remain on this mortal coil to be safe? He lived unapologetically as himself and nothing more, the sweet taste of freedom carrying him for days to come. "Ah ah, my apologies, you're clueless. Ya barely gave me a clue to who you're talking about."
"Amagii Rinne. Easy to remember, and you'll never forget it" That was a guarantee.
strokes my non-existent beard, cause watching Shameless has been helping me with some Rinne rp stuff.
► Buy her a drink
A click of the tongue, a displeased smack of his lips. "Oi oi .. I ain't made of money, big sis. How 'bout buying me a drink next time?" he digs in his pocket for an old, worn-out leather wallet held via a chain connected to his belt loop. After a couple of long nights out, it was an extra precaution at this point. He rummages through his wallet: old tickets, receipts, and punch cards for places he couldn't remember. Between this mess, he found crumpled-up and folded bills, smacking them on the counter. "Oiiii, whatever the lady wants, it's on me," he stated with a blasé, tired tone. He was sure to hear the nagging from his unit members in the morning, but who gives a fuck? It was his winnings, and he could use them however he saw fit. "Dyin' to see this mug again, aren't cha?" he closes in on her with a grin.
Send my character a ► and a command. They must obey. ( accepting )
"Kohaku-chan texted me sybau. Sybau? Is that a term city people use? I looked it up, and he was saying shut my bitch ass up. It was funny," a smirk landed on his face, "I threw him."
Should probably state Rinne isn't highly sexual despite what others may think. He is quite open about what he wants romantically and sexually. Assume about 99.99999999% of any crude shit coming out of his mouth is essentially rage baiting. He wants the disgust, the reaction, only to get mindless entertainment for himself. The only person he's authentically hitting on is @azurescaled's Connor
AND EVEN THEN IT'S ABOUT 60% RAGEBAITING AND 40% BEING LIKE "PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE LEMME SMASH"
TO DO over time:
reread Crazy B and by extension Rinne side stories read the rest of main story more Rinne icons
Send my character a ► and a command. They must obey.
I love how the common consensus is "I was down bad until he opened his mouth"
sick of him
hmmmm Crazy B mecha AU, where instead of beating up the monster of the week, about 20 minutes goes into fist-fighting each other, banter, and screaming. THEN the final 3 minutes they lock in.
Life can be hard but my good god Be the Party Bee will instantly put me in a better mood
