#fxrza

[guessmonster]

Claimed 8)

5. A confession

         “ Okay. I admit it. You have a nice ass. “

Definitely not something he had to confess. 

[spectralvictory-blog]

@fxrza || ♔

             They’ve never met - but almost instantly, he can tell that the elder is a demigod. It’s something he’s gotten used to over the years - there’s a certain ... feeling around certain people, and it helps to enunciate their godly parentage. But ... the way the man seems to carry himself is vastly different from other campers, and that’s what makes Nico doubt himself, if only for a short moment.

            Defensively, almost - he shifts, tenses, fingers fiddling almost nonchalantly with the skull ring on his finger.

                               “ Who are you? “

[grandestofall]

"Hey, take a break already. You've been on those documents like to rabbits fucking."

Tooru is very sure that by the end of today, he will have a MIGRAINE just from all reports he has been reading. It wasn’t so much that they were difficult to read, it was more so there was just so much information to process and keep track of. It’s like checking a child’s HOMEWORK twice before they are allowed to submit it to their teacher. While he would have liked to give the benefit of the doubt that all the calculations are accounted for and so are the small proposals on how to increase profit and settle slight complications, Tooru wasn’t going to let that happen.

❝ It’s only been a COUPLE of hours. ❞ He protests, taking his glasses off and setting them onto the desk. He rubs at his eyes. Maybe he should just wash his face before trying to conquer paper mountain. Although, the guard’s way of telling him to take a break is an AMUSING one. ❝ Mmmm, is it because Iwa-chan would rather have me on him instead? ❞ Cue eyebrow waggles from the mafia boss before he laughs, tilting his chair back as he did so. 

[grandestofall]

"Sometimes it feels like I'm more of a pillow to you rather than a bodyguard."

He is only HALF paying attention to the space documentary that plays on the television screen. The rest is starting to drift away into sleep and it’s all because of how comfortable he is. A WARMTH emanates from the chest he rests on. The constant rise and fall of air inhaled and exhaled proves to be comforting ( another life in this empty house ). Even better is the hand that rests on his lower back, gently massaging muscles. Tooru may or may not have started to drool. In all honesty the brunet is going to IGNORE the dark, wet spot on the guard’s shirt in favor of playing innocent if he is asked. It’s okay though. They can do laundry together anyway. 

Eyes were starting to CLOSE when Hajime decides to speak up, the narrator’s voice on the television replaced with the nice fast food commercial. As soon as the question is asked, a SMILE begins to curl upon the mafia boss’ face. He shifts to face the other, still making sure he doesn’t get off of Hajime in the process. Tooru is quite content where he is, half draped over the other like some cat. ❝ I like you as BOTH my pillow and bodyguard. ❞ He folds his arms on top of the other’s chest, ❝ It just means Iwa-chan is MULTIFUNCTIONAL.  ❞

[grandestofall]

@fxrza​, continued from here!

How to fuck up sleepover night in five minutes:

Step one: Believe you can win against Iwa-chan in a pillow fight

Step two: Actually initiate pillow fight via ambushing Iwa-chan.

Step three: Rethink why this was a good idea. 

Step four: Have your life flash before your eyes.

Step five: Try to survive.

Tooru takes the pillow hit straight to the face just as he squawks in alarm. And he’s down for the count! Or so it might seem. He takes the nearest pillow in the blanket nest to toss at the ace.