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[ofamess]

“ this isn’t the time to go wandering around. ” / mitsuri

First, she was stunned by how cute he was, and then in seconds she shook her head out of those thoughts. What is someone else doing out here at this time? She was on guard for the moment. Placing her arms at her side, she frowned for a moment. a slight pouty face. 

" Um."

She cleared her throat for the moment and shook her head. " I was told something was out here. I was looking for something --" she said softly for a moment. Not trying to seem so scared about the other also being out here. She pulled a soft smile on her face. Giving herself a moment to relax. She could get out of almost anything if she wanted to run, but she really couldn't tell if he was a threat or not.

" Why are you wandering around then, if it isn't the best time?"

All she wanted to do was her job, not to be caught up with something like this. She was going to get yelled at if her team found out. 

Late Night Wanderings || accepting @cadavors

[oc6lar]

" i feel so alone out here. "

one of the petals falls on his shoulder , one shoe mindlessly swaying back and forth , a long leg over the other . he always sits like he owns everything , always a ghost of a faint smile on his lips ; gojo satoru is the last person you should go to when you're sad . in need of something to latch onto . ever since yuji introduced him to the group , satoru knew there was something special about this pale guy - well , there was something special about all the kids around here . the ones satoru had accepted personally , one nod of his white head and the school simply had to bring them in . he was one of them ─ he had a history that satoru knew about . doubted if he could truly blend in with how he .. looked . his brother had gone out with his friends and he was left with satoru on a lonely bench under a peach blossom tree . ‘ nah loneliness makes you stronger . ‘ he says it and regrets it after a few seconds . loneliness makes the strongest stronger ── he's faster on his own , he shouldn't distract himself with anyone that gets too close to him . choso is strong , very strong , something so rare and interesting . satoru had spent a few hours during the day watching choso train ; elegant and quick , pale , reddened eyes . one of his elbows rest on the back of the seat , he half turns to choso with a tilted head . regards him carefully beneath the blindfolds . ‘ why didn't you go with them ? ‘ not that he should be asking that , but even megumi was excited about the new movie that he was pretending not to like . satoru crosses his arms over his chest , still half bent sideways , like an awkward giraffe . chin lowers slightly as if he's looking at choso from above his glasses or something .

* ( preacher's daughter. ) accepting

[keiteiken]

choso: this is my brother, yuji choso: i don't know anything about him

[ofamess]

@cadavors from xx

It was always a trip meeting someone on the same playing field. Most of the time, he did things independently, and he was always alone. Yet being paid to do something lately wasn't so bad since he got to meet this one --- strangely enough, he got along with him. Then again, Kojiro could get along with almost anyone. Years of working as someone who just did anything to talk to everyone around him. His day job taught him so well.

Yet, this game -- it was simple, they were not doing anything out of the normal for something like alcohol. It was fun seeing the other loosen up for once, then being a little stick in the mud. But the more they drank, the louder he was getting--- so watching as the other tried doing a straight line, and falling made him laugh a bit more. "Funny, how you said you were fine," he teased, moving to go and help the other up. Looking at the other, he couldn't help but smirk a little bit.

" I know how drunk I am. --- But I know I can walk a straight line. It's gotten me out of a lot of tickets," he teased, getting to his feet. Being able to put one foot forward, he couldn't help but smirk a little being able to able to complete the straight line, and turning his body to look at the other. " Come on, let me see that pretty body of yours ---" he said with a small laugh from his lips.

[tanabota-moved]

[ FOLLOW ]  for sender to find receiver at the end of a trail of blood.

even more injury memes

These damn demons were not coming out after so much provocation, so he did what he always does. Cut open a deep wound and let the smell of his marechi blood fill the air. If no demon comes out to die, he'll force them out. The Corps knew to send Sanemi out here, ready to fish out any demons hiding in this mountain.

The moment he hears footsteps, Sanemi smirks at the other, stapling his wound closed now that his blood painted the ground. However, when he sees someone who doesn't have any physical appearance of demons. It was just a human.

"Get the fuck out of here." He frowns and stares harsh at the other, sword at the ready for anything to pop out. Especially now that he has a human to protect when he thought he had to only worry about himself and killing the demons.

"I don't need medical help. You'll just get in the way!" He doesn't want to lose track of the demon(s), so he has to keep this person safe. @cadavors

[oc6lar]

❛ this wasn't supposed to happen. ❞ ♡

& it went quite well . satoru wouldn't call himself experienced , despite the way he was almost always offered some sort of comfort in the arms of strangers ; beautiful ones , long hair and thin waist . he doesn't quite know why he always refused , perhaps strangers in general didn't excite him . he has to know , he had to have a background of the other that he brings in his bed ─ the bed in his school office anyway . akin to a dorm , with single bed near the window that looked at nothing but trees . the sun was silently setting outside when he was between choso's pale legs .

his blindfolds stayed on , only hitched upward against his left eye when he pushed his face in the other's neck . the memories start to flood back in his hazy mind when he wakes up in the middle of the night , when everything had stopped and no winds were touching the trees . though , the night air was quite chilly , he heard choso speak when he pulls the covers further up to his shoulders . it half covered the curve of his toned back , laying on his stomach while holding himself up on his elbows . a pause , silence lingers as his bare gaze falls on choso's face ─ like something forbidden . made for his eyes only , satoru is starting to feel like that first kiss was supposed to have the same effect of a friendly hug . his lips tug in a crooked smirk , though it's gentle as a breeze . ‘ it seems to me you overthink a lot . tsk tsk .. it's gonna ruin your pretty face . ‘ his thumb draws a straight line between choso's furrowed brows , brushes along his eyebrow and strokes under his cheekbone . over the black marks . yuji had something similar to this on his face , gojo always found them exceptionally cool . ‘ we do this sometimes , you know . it's okay . we don't have to talk about it tomorrow , or we could do it again . ‘ easy , nothing had to be complicated . satoru's hand lingers on choso's neck . thumb pressing on the beating pulse , staring ─ at every detail of his face . ‘ but you felt so good . ‘ praises always fell so easily from his lips , all directed to choso . just to prove his point , he leaned in to press his lips against the other's temple . the touch on his neck sneakily travels down under the covers to slip between choso's thighs , gripping one firmly as his whisper mingles with a small smile ; ‘ guess you will have to cover up the marks down there though . sorry . ‘

* ( morning after. ) accepting

[gravesung]

" i needed a distraction, and here you are. " / yakuza geto ♡

❝ OH? WHAT'S THIS, NOW? the kamo clan head graces me with his presence? how benevolent. ❞

it's eerie — they really are identical in every way. the same eyes, the same hair, the same vulpine smile that arranges itself upon his face as gracefully as an actor slipping on a theatre mask.

the biggest difference, aside from frivolities such as the dark patterns that extend just so from the ends of his sleeves, is in the eyes. kenjaku looked at the world with a casual, yet pointed, interest. always watching. always curious to see what would happen. always poking, prodding at the edges, then stepping back — a director rather than an actor.

suguru geto looks at the world with a cold, emotionless stare. thousand-yard. dead-eyed. yes, his attitude to those around him is deceptively warm ( until it's not ) — the kind words, the generosity, the way he lays his broad hands upon shoulders and knuckles and faces — but to those more perceptive than most, it's clear that that warmth never reaches his eyes.

it isn't so unusual to be approached in a place like this. the cocktail lounge is known to be frequented by members of the yakuza, often used as an informal meeting place to discuss matters one on one — sometimes between members, sometimes between clan heads. of course, if suguru caught one of his own speaking to a kamo, they would be in a box within hours. special privileges. all of that.

a distraction. how irritating. ❝ forgive me if i don't mince my words, little prince, but i have no interest in entertaining you. run along and bark at someone else, unless you have true business to discuss. ❞

it's bastard-on-bastard violence hour // @cadavors