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[theredvestedboxer]

ー「 30 days of meme goodness : day 19 」ー

19. How do they usually celebrate their birthday?

Akihiko usually don't celebrate his birthday unless you consider buying something unusual for himself as a birthday.

But since he was reunited with Shinjiro, perhaps he have something that he have planned for Akihiko's birthday.

[theredvestedboxer]

ー「 再会 [明彦＋新次郎] 」ー

ー「 Title means Reunion [Akihiko + Shinjiro] 」ー

At the city of Prava, founded by founders who fated to meet one another after a long time of distance, Akihiko was surprised to find a familiar face here. He saw Mitsuru on the city's Entertainment District before, but didn't do anything, not even a word of hi. It's like that time in junior high, complete deja vu.

After all, that's all he did when he was in junior high, staring at the red-head woman from afar, never manage to get the chance to talk to her, nor did she approached him.

But this time, in a bakery that Akihiko visited the second time, it's a familiar face and yet it's as if he had seen it the first time. A dreadful sense of jamais vu washed upon Akihiko as he noticed the one who made all this delicacies that he bought from Goodnight Sweets.

Shinjiro Aragaki, sure he looks a lot older, but that intimidating face that hides a kind smile is what Akihiko held the tightest in his memories of the time he was in the orphanage. Pastries of various kind have their delicious scent wafted in the air, but it doesn't matter for now as tears flowed out from the boxer at the sight of an old friend. He's not even sure whether they are still friends. That's why the nagging feeling of jamais vu frustrates Akihiko.

He seen Shinjiro many times in the orphanage, so why does it feel like this is the first time he met this young man?

"暫くですね、シンジ..."

やっと見つけた、新次郎。

[cielo-drago]

▬ ♦ Pick Your Poison ☪ Byakuran & Shinjiro

{ ☪ }  Muffled music was the only thing he could hear, as the bartender was busy at work washing the glasses, and getting them ready for the next customer.  As the water rinsed away whatever soap was left, he placed the wet glass on the counter next to him.  Shutting off the faucet, he glanced around the surface of the bar counter, noting the same old people as usual.  

It was true that he usually remembered people faces, but he saw the same ones over and over again, since most people here were regulars.  He already knew what they liked to order, and about the time they left.  It was easy to tell once they had come enough, and he could notice the small details of a person if he observed it long enough.  

Though there were rare moments when he was surprised at visitors that arrived.  It was quite a surprise usually, to see someone he had met while not on the job, given the fact most people he met usually didn't frequent this place as often...or at least when he wasn't working.  

"Welcome~ what would like tonight, signore?"  At first, he hadn't turned to look completely as he notice a moving figure out of the corner of his eye, and just said the same line without turning fully as he focused on the task of putting the cups back into place.  From the height, he had assumed it was a guy...but since he had said the last word in Italian, it was more then enough to cover his mistake if it was just a tall, broad-shouldered woman.  

"We're running a bit low on Tequila tonight, so--"  He cut himself off, before lavender hues widened slightly in response, before a childish grin appeared on his face.  "Ah! Sweets-chan~ We meet again I see~"  He stated out, before a chuckle following.  "Unless you followed me, and decided to get back at me here at my work place this time?"  It seemed tonight had looked up a bit for the bored albino.

[detectivedad]

7, 18!

Is mun a parent?

Nope!  Mun is still a child and doesn’t plan on children until she grows out of that (which might be never-)

Is mun religious

Yes!   But not overly so.  Mun was raised as a Mahayanan Buddhist, which basically means that she’s a Chinese Buddhist.  It’s kind of a mixture between Chinese cultural practices (that differ depending on region) and the actual Buddhist religion.  

My mother’s side is from southern China and my father’s side is Vietnamese so the geography allows a lot of the traditions and customs to overlap.  There are differences but it’s all very very similar.  

In general, you can say that we’re foundationally buddhist but we differ based on culture.  If I’m going to my paternal grandparents’ house, I adhere to the Vietnamese customs, if I’m going to my maternal grandparent’s house, I adhere to the southern Chinese customs.  Out of respect, we always lean towards wherever the host/temple is.

[cielo-drago]

▬♦ Sweets Mischief ♩ Byakuran & Shinjiro

{ ♩ }  Byakuran muttered something Italian under his breath as he rubbed the side of his head, namely his left temple.  He could feel a slight headache coming on to which he sighed in response.  Where did that little piece of annoying microchips go?  He had been walking around Prava for about an hour now, trying to retrace his steps as his mind attempted to locate where his item could be.  

Currently, his white phone was missing, and so he really didn't want to start work without it.  He could always call in sick, but that would be troublesome to handle with it being last minute.  The albino sighed, before turning the corner.  Let's see...the last place he hadn't checked yet was Good Night Sweets.  

Byakuran blinked glancing around the area, looking for the white item maybe to be sitting on the sidewalk...but then again, someone would have walked off without it if it had been outside.  A slight sigh was released before the albino entered the shop, spotting the worker...on a certain phone.  

The albino raised a brow in surprise, blinking, and giving it a once over.  He recognized the other as a worker here, seeing as he came here every other day, but had never actually talked to him before.  A grin played on his face, as he made his way over to the counter, quietly, since the other didn't look up from his phone.

"Signor worker? Are you supposed to playing on your phone~"  He asked, teasing all but evident in his voice.  Well, if the other was going to be nosy, then teasing was in order to pay a person back, right?

[detectivedad]

{For the headcanon meme - 'black coffee.' }

Dojima imports all his coffee beans because he’s a bit particular about his coffee.  

Unfortunately, most of the coffee he drinks is at work and it’s absolute garbage.

If he’s having a particularly bad or rough day, he will actually go home to fetch himself a decent cup, before returning to work or he’d make someone get it for him.

They usually scurry to it because he’s a total hard ass and the coffee calms him down and EVERYONE prefers him when he’s calm.  

[modestresistance]

8!

Mun’s worst kept secret?

I’m straight up mothafuckin terrified of butterflies.  It’s embarrassing but it’s impossible to hide since everybody seems to know by either A. seeing me freak out or B. being told that I’ve freaked out.

It’s cool though and it’s mostly just hilarious to everyone involved (including myself) despite the fact that it’s actually a real phobia.  The humor does help me deal with it so I don’t mind being the butt end of the joke (in fact, I encourage it)

A more serious story:  I had a nightmare the other night that a bunch of butterflies clustered up against me like how monarch butterflies form nests and then they started eating my flesh.  I was half awake and somewhat aware of my body and could feel myself tremble.  -freaky right?

Recent story:  My uncle sent me a picture of a butterfly and I opened the link, screamed, and threw my phone across the room and made my friend close the window.  It was actually pretty funny. (Esp. since she’s never seen my reaction first hand)

[detectivedad]

Rough Hands || Dojima and Shinjiro

There's no such thing as not working when you're in law enforcement.  It was something he had learned to accept years ago.  Once a cop, always a cop, and there's no off switch for this kind of stuff.  There's no such thing as not being alert, of not being on guard, of not being who you are because that's who you've been trained to become.

Dojima was a cop even when he was off duty, walking home from a long day of desk duty and ready to sleep for twelve hours at least before returning to work in another thirteen.  

He preferred walking, it kept him in the street, kept him alert and aware and it allowed him to realize that the sound he was hearing wasn't just a few guys roughhousing at the stupidest time of night.

He knew a street fight when he saw one, he'd been in a few as a kid and broken up even more as a beat cop way back when, and he knew exactly how to stop it.  

"Hey!"  Dojima shouted, voice deep and commanding authority.  He watched one of the hoodlums turn to him with a smirk that quickly shifted into anxiety.

"Oh shit, run!"  One of the kids yelped, perhaps recognizing him, or more likely, fearful when they saw that he was much older and bigger than them.  They made an attempt to scatter, most of them succeeding minus the three stragglers left behind.

Dojima made his way over to them, observing, with a frown that they were all pretty young.

"-The hell happened?"  His tone unintentionally aggressive, face fixed into a combination of a glare and of concern, looking to see if there were any serious injuries.