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[carcasethief]

@quirofiliac

{ ✔ “A fair share. We may not hold as many books as some of the bigger stores, but we have plenty to offer.”

       After high school, Masashi had begun to train himself out of his nervous habits. For the most part, he had been successful. No more fidgeting, no more sweaty palms, no more nail-biting. At this moment, as he watched the customer, his hands lay folded on the counter, perfectly still yet relaxed. His smile was practised but not forced, his entire demeanour professionally pleasant. The perfect employee.       This man, on the other hand, seemed very much like the perfect customer. Masashi tended to enjoy this type: plain, with simple desires that could be easily satisfied, good at small-talk. On top of that, this one clearly took very good care of himself; everything about him was impeccable, from his dress shoes to his perfectly manicured nails, something Masashi knew to appreciate. It made even the skeletal-like face look almost appealing.

       Unfortunately, it just so happened that Masashi had an excellent sense of smell.

“Ah, is that so?” he replied, carefully tiptoeing the line between superficial interest and blatant indifference, not inquiring any further. The lingering scent, presumably too faint for humans to notice, made his stomach hurt. It was impossible to guess what exactly this man might be hiding, but Masashi had the strong impression he really didn’t want to know.

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ok but Masashi in love, give me some of that please and thank you

Send me a prompt and a character or ship and I’ll write a drabble based on what’s sent in.

{ ✔ As far as attraction went, Masashi was pretty easy. There were plenty of good-looking guys out there, some cute, some plain troublesome, and with some smooth talking and a lot of patience he could handle just about anyone, so he rarely held back. For a guy like him, there was no point in trying to be overly picky. A serious relationship of any kind would just complicate things.

     He’d rather die than admitting he was in love. 

      It made him vulnerable. It continuously tempted him to let something honest slip from his lips, to show something sincere no one else ever got to see. It was inconvenient… but he could only resist so much. For the most part, he was okay with silently watching from a distance. He didn’t need much. Just a little was enough.

      So he would allow himself one touch. 

      One deliberate touch, one for each time they met, only if he could get away with it.

       Usually it was just the backs of their hands brushing each other, seemingly by accident. Sometimes he was a bit more bold. Sometimes he dared to touch the other’s face to brush something away. It helped him keep up the carefully crafted front when he despised it. If this was the closest he could get without exposing himself, he would take it.

        And how could he say no to such a sweet kind of pain?

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Ah.

Send “AH” —> “UGH” to pin my muse against the wall from FURY 

  { ✔ It wasn’t the first time he found himself stuck between a wall and another ghoul, but he was still somewhat surprised–though not so much by the action as by the person who it was coming from. Masashi hadn’t expected Angelo to even be capable of reacting so strongly, to get so caught up in emotion, if just for a moment. Then again, it wouldn’t be the first time he was mistaken about the younger man. Damn brat. One heartbeat long he considered repaying in kind, if just to take out his frustration on something, someone, but he rejected it. Instead he inhaled sharply, the surprise on his face changing into ice cold disapproval (or maybe a warning) as he speaks— 

                                                                           “—is this really necessary?”

[carcasethief]

❝I’ve been very well-informed of your reputation.❞

   { ✔ The odd sounding laughter had been cut off abruptly, together with several branches of the ghoul’s kagune. Laughing Dog immediately retracted the remaining tendrils, curling them around his body defensively as he observed the uninvited obstacle that stood between him and his intended target.     Back-up? That couldn’t be right. It didn’t fit the pattern he had mapped out so carefully. A coincidence? An investigator who had just so happened to be in the right place at the right time? Or had they predicted this? No, if that were the case they wouldn’t send just one… were there others waiting? A trap? If so, they were too far away to smell–and thus too far away to intervene, if he was quick enough.       “Then I’m sure you know what happens next,” he rasped. No sooner had the words left his mouth or he turned on his heel and swiftly took off in the opposite direction.

[carcasethief]

🔪

Send me 🔪 to stab my muse.

   { ✔ “Ah, it broke. You know, that’s the second time this week... I’m not sure if that means God loves me or hates me, what do you think? Oh please, put that down--”

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"I promise, you won't feel a thing."

[dark rp starters]

        { ✔ “Mister customer…—” Play dumb play dumb play dumb. The bricks pressing against his back weren’t half as uncomfortable as the feeling of being cornered by something he didn’t understand—something that actually inspired fear. Even though he was taller than the one before him, he made himself appear much smaller. Just another naive young man, harmless and ignorant. Not interesting at all.

        "Of course I’m flattered, but my interest lies with more beautiful men." (Not that the ‘customer’ wasn’t handsome, but the overall air of a deadly and unpredictable predator made him rather unpleasant.) His brown eyes didn’t look up once, not daring to meet the red ones staring at him despite his casual act. "I’d like to go home now, so please leave. Otherwise I might just have to call for help."

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"Make as many stab wounds as you want."

[dark rp starters]

        { ✔ "Now why would I want to stab anyone?" he questioned as he rearranged some books on the top shelf (never looking at the 'customer'), sounding genuinely confused at the implied murderous desire. The endless provocations were starting to tire him, partly because he had to be at his nicest during work hours and partly because he would simply love to stab the stalking creature, but couldn't.

        Every being had its weak spots, ones that Masashi had usually no trouble pinpointing and making use of--but this thing? This thing was like a blank page. His efforts to trick the ghoul into attacking him showed that he was rather confident that he wouldn't die, which in turn made said ghoul all the more cautious. Just what was this creep?

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"Pathetic."

[dark rp starters]

        { ✔ “Like you’re one to talk. You can’t even read.” Oops, was that out of line? The ghoul supposed it didn’t matter now that he was far out of reach, looking down at the thing that was undoubtedly disappointed with his quickness to flee. (As if Masashi was going to reveal his abilities when he didn’t know his chances of success.) Speed, strength, it was clearly not human, but that was all that could be said. Better if it stayed that way. His knuckles turned white when he gripped the railing a bit too tightly, lips threatening to contort in an animalistic sneer. But no, he had to control himself. His shirt was still bloody, but underneath the shallow wound had already healed. Now it was just hoping his kakugan had remained unseen.

        "—If you didn’t like the book I recommended, you could have just said so."