#jxjivisha

[xcrematedx]

jxjivisha replied to your post: “I lost a bet so now I gotta offer free hugs and promise not to...”:

Oh hugs? -Hawks

“Just fucking get it over with.”

[cmtion-blog]

@jxjivisha xXx

“Right, hang on.” He slowly opens approaches Hawks, having to awkwardly walk around behind him. He puts something around his neck, fastening it. After a second he walks back around, staring at the necklace he just put on Hawks.

It’s a necklace with one charm. It’s a rose gold feather with a ruby at the base of it. Dabi huffs, turning his back. “I know you birds like shiny stuff right? Or something like that.” He’s gonna keep his back turned to avoid showing Hawks the slight flush on his face.

[hcwks]

jxjivisha replied to your post:

Eri offers hugs. She’s scared too.

Please hug him. He needs it.

[xcrematedx]

jxjivisha replied to your post: “[[random hc: this guy knows a lot more about classical music and opera...”:

//Rei is proud. Enji is confused.

[[thats because enji is an uncultured swine dfkljs]]

[verumaeternus]

She's shaking with each step and her hands shake even more so, even as she extends the box in her hands out to him. It's a plain white box, not even wrapped ( even if she had known how to wrap gifts, she couldn't find any wrapping paper to do so with ) but she still presents it to the other. Inside is drawing she made of Hari. Beside her is a small tray of various cheeses, a gift for Hari suggested to her by none other than Kai. "Um... this is from me and Overhaul... but uh... Happy Christmas.."

              He sits perched atop the arm of the sofa in the lounge, one of his long legs crossed under him while the other hangs over the edge, the hem of his long, flowing coat fanned around behind him at an angle as he waits for a call from Mimic. HARI, however, slowly lifts his eyes at the distinct, pattered beat of bare feet against polished steel paneling, and while they do narrow somewhat at being approached-- after all, he’s suspicious of all confrontations-- they soften as they fall to the box being offered to him, almost uncharacteristically. 

“... For me? I am honored.“

            “Thank you, Eri-chan. Merry Christmas to you as well.” He murmurs, meticulously honed claws ever-so-delicately accepting the gift with an unusual amount of care. Whereas he might simply take something from her ( ALBEIT ,  NOT ROUGHLY ) , this is a gift, and coming from such a young child, he must not dismiss it so carelessly. Despite his patience always being put to the test, she’s still a good kid, and any attempt at a peace offering may very well be the best way to bridge some sort of relationshippe with the poor kid. 

Least of all, he does not hate her. 

               Despite his distaste for receiving things-- he swallows back any remark he might have made to anyone else, instead slowly opening it up. Most of all, he is.... Actually quite shocked that Kai would offer such... healthy mental stimulation.

Though, for that same fact, it makes him apprehensive-- wondering if this truly was of the girl’s own volition, or if Kai had simply decided to bully her into it in some attempt to wedge pseudo-sentimentality into this fucked-up equation. What truly catches his attention, however, is about what exactly is inside of the parcel. There’s nothing of any true value or significance. The drawing is terrible-- scribbles and lines and smeared crayons.

             And yet.

Upon opening it to inspect the girl’s artwork, something pierces him, his chest tightening randomly-- almost as if he’s having an episode, and yet he is not-- as sapphire hues scan over his likeness in the childish medium. Why would he feel anything for a piece of paper? Although it isn’t nearly as consuming as an actual episode, he’s filled with something. Something, something, something that leaves a horrible taste in his mouth. 

            “A fine piece.” He speaks before he can parse his own thoughts, automation taking over his actions as he lowers the drawing to gaze down at the little girl who created it. “I... Actually quite like it. It’s nice.”

“It is... u n i q u e . Special. I like it.“

            “I think I’ll have it laminated and framed-- I will put it on my desk.”

Folding the picture once more, he gives her a small bow as he thanks her again before unzipping his raincoat a little to slip it into one of the inner pockets and then inspecting the assortment of cheese. It’s primarily cheddar, but he can see a wedge of danish blue practically begging to be sampled. “-- ... Would you like to try some of these? It’s Christmas, after all. I think we can afford to allow you some leniency with your diet for today, at least.”

           “The sharp cheddar is a little bitter, but you may like a couple of them.” HARI moves to deposit himself on one of the sofa cushions itself, patting the arm of the sofa where he’d previously sat as he sets the now empty box aside for now. “Have a seat, if you like.”

[carrionfeigned]

@jxjivisha replied to your post “… I guess it’s time for me to fix the pipes now, huh?”

"...Would you like some assistance?" -Hari

               “-- O-oh... Hari...”

“Um... You don’t have to. I... I wouldn’t want you to get sick from all the water...“ He’s thoroughly exhausted himself from all the excitement and fear and anger, so he’s mellowed out a little by now as he shivers in knee-high waters.

                 “That’s.... r-really nice of you to even offer, though...”

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❛ What’s so great about any of that anyway? ❜ -Jirou

[ Good question // Jirou // @jxjivisha ]

     “... you’re asking the wrong person, kid. I don’t really understand any of it either.” He buries one hand into his hair, palm resting against the back of his head as he awkwardly searches for a more satisfactory answer. “You’d be better off asking someone like Mic or Midnight. They’ve put actual work into their fanbases.”

He’s quiet for a few moments. “It seems kind of pointless to me. You spend a lot of time doing it that you could be using for information gathering, but I’m sure it has its uses.”

[carrionfeigned]

♥ Is it too late for Hari to get a kiss

send ♥ to kiss joi

               “-- Well, I mean... I don’t fuckin’ see why anyone w-would go KISSIN’ me-- I mean! You even see me right now...? Fuck.”

“I d-d-don’t... really... s e e a lot of girls, you know? ‘Cause, uh.... They’re... “ JOI’S a little flustered by Hari’s question-- while he has kissed someone before, he isn’t sure why that would even come up from someone like him, but he sees no reason to lie to him!

                  “Girls don’t... They don’t like me, okay? It’s hard, man.”

“A-and-and-and tobefuckin’honest it a-ain’t for lack’a trying, you know...?“ He shoves his hands into the pockets of his slacks, slouching a bit as he leans on the threshold of the door to the kitchen as he tiredly watches Hari make tea. JOI isn’t that alarmed when the man approaches him-- or at all, really. Despite the groveling, god-fearing attitude he exclusively reserved for Overhaul-sama, he doesn’t see Hari as all that much of a threat, all things considered, so his approach prompts the least amount of worry as it does pique his curiosity. 

                   “-- Uh, am I in the way? I can move--”

Of course, he’s halted by Hari closing in on him, gentle fingers curling into the thick, sinewy muscle than made up his broad shoulders, keeping him still as the other Precept leans up on the toes of his boots to close the remaining distance and press his lips to JOI’S much thinner ones. 

                He’s ready to push him away, to free himself from the other, but he’d never intentionally attempt to anger Kurono-- especially not when it seemed like he was just... trying to be nice. Even in his shock, he can’t help but wonder if it was just to shut him the fuck up-- which, in hindsight, it probably was.

“-- Um-- uh... H-hari--! I...!“ 

                     IRINAKA remains petrified, like a deer in headlights, as he waits for Hari to break off the contact-- and when he does, he immediately blurts an anxious reply.

“YOU DIDN’T H-HAVE TO-- I-I MEAN...!! Y-you’re a BOY.... I’M a boy........“

                     “............ Boysaren’tsupposedtokisseachother.”

“-- U-UM!! NOT THAT I DIDN’T LIKE IT OR-- OR- OR THAT IT WAS BAD OR ANYTHING... I MEAN, YOU’RE P-PROBABLY A REALLY GOOD KISSER I’M JUST-- N-NNGH...“ The large man recoils at the notion that he might offend Hari by not appreciating his kiss-- after all, he was just as holy as Overhaul-sama. If he wanted to kiss him, he should be able to, shouldn’t he?

                    “-- I-I’m sorry-- you can.... Y-you can kiss me-- i-i-if you really-- if you really want to.”

“... I guess....“