#kitmitsu

[antimetathesis]

[TXT] : i'm bored, entertain me. / from toshiro...smnirk

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TO: 💛 [9:45] nother angle? y/n?

[blacknighted]

@kitmitsu asked: “there's no need to get angry.” (she says. after making him angry) / FELLOWSHIP OF THE RING: still accepting.

"What was that?" His brows furrow. When he turns about, Henry, in all that strength furled tight in his shoulders, appears perhaps just a bit too much like the eye of a storm.

And it's rippling all about him, his air smoldering, his chest heaving, and that squeezing of his knuckles made wet with blood. On the ground, they have flattened five or six men, their eyes throttled to a crick in their back of their skulls, and through them, they'd seem as though twice ran through like butter to steel — a massacre. In the night, it wafts iron and beignets with his peppercorn cologne.

Henry... "You've lost it, you know that?" Certainly. She does, she does, she must — that, he knows. He doesn't even care for his bleeding, its wet dribbling down his nose where it slips past his gum line, but fuck, that punch of bottled merlot settling at his teeth? He bears them. Pomegranates, they'd say! He'd pulp and jugular. "And what would you have had me do?!" he's barking, something offensively refined spilling out the gala. Away, they're here with the Rhine and not a single damned socialite — and worse yet, his heart, far too honest, strut raw in the gape. "I can't believe you," he seethes. "You'd have me bet on your odds like a sort of bloodsport, wouldn't you? Sit there waiting on my arse like this is all a game, ey? By all rights, I'd ought to let you have it."

[yokayi]

@kitmitsu​     |         starter 

[phantombs]

@kitmitsu​ ♡ sent :   ‘  are  you  in  love  with  me  yet?  ’

"What should I say?” He drawls foully, controlled, threatening like a gas tank dribbling near a flame. It’d take but one word, prodding and humiliating both, and He’ll rampage in something like a gnawing maelstrom. Or a ruin. Or the end, eating through his fingertips to try for that ego. Imagine, to hold such fierce sway, to sweep up a monster and rile his passion! His ugly heart...! He grips his log perch. Dinner stains his lips ruby. “That I can’t get you out of my head? From under my skin? You boil me up, god, like a fever. Come here so I can nip you.”

[antimetathesis]

[TXT] : i'm outside. (riku 2 kaien sportsverse where kaien nd toshi r keeping it secret)

the first thought to cross kaien's mind is: fuck. it's kinda ingrained at this point — there's not a particularly big part of him that cares, if he's being honest (and he is), about keeping it under wraps at this point, but because he's not a fucking asshole, he figures this scenario isn't the best way for riku to find out he's been not-so-proverbially playing house with her brother. or the other way around, in this case.

TO: TWIN [6:13] 👍

TO: TWIN [6:13] 10 mins.

he leans over and nudges at the human-shaped heap occupying the other side of his bed. "sleepyhead. time's up." he doesn't wait for toshiro to respond: he swings his legs off the bed and stands, phone in hand. "yer sister's here for our hot date. gotta jet." 

TO: TWIN [6:16] Grab a seat across the street and order for us. 

then, because he knows he'll be mourning the missed opportunity if he doesn't, he rounds the bed to toshiro's side and kneels down, reaches over to sweep toshiro's hair out of his face and presses a kiss to his brow. "see ya in the evenin'." rethinks it— "'nother one for the road" —and plants another, firmer one against his lips.  

TO: TWIN [6:19] Sth fast-acting. Had a late night.

@kitmitsu, prompt. accepting.

[blacknighted]

@kitmitsu: 'what , you don’t have time for me anymore ?' riku's deadpan voice sassing him through his earpiece after henry's told her to give him a sec knowing damn well he's busy following someone / caught in a crossfire of sorts..or just preoccupied / THE DUSTY TOYBOX: still accepting.

Kurva! "What's it matter if I do or not, ey? You practically reinvent the clock just to get on my arse."

How right! Case in point: this. Why, just peep at the brat now, he'd beg of you! Seriously! Proud, the damned thing's perhaps smirking like a minx out of view.

Lord, he doesn't know what he's done to deserve this, really. Two blockheads, he groans. Two unbelievable blockheads with a line to his ears. If nothing else at all, Hans is at least busy 'tangoing' with a socialite to even try bothering to twitter like a god damned bird. But see, Riku isn't that hedonist, quite tragically, as he tracks this jittery banker who he has to tail. She's a sadist. And, alas, a multitasker, too, which makes her whole or parts a demon! At any rate, perhaps the devil works hard, but she works harder.

"Haven't you got hobbies?" he condescends. Jackass. "Kickboxing, maybe?" What about that pottery thing? "I could knock some sense between them ears once I'm done here if you'd like." He eyes the window he knows she's at. "Dripping sweat, test of will and bodies... Will that excite you?"

[antimetathesis]

he's in the midst of dangling feed above his vivarium when a quiet latch-release hiss draws his attention to the entrance where their newest on-boarder stands—taking up the entire doorway. "no, yeah, c'mon in. grab a seat. guest hospitality, etc." privacy's a no-shot aboard the normandy to begin with. 

he draws back from the glass and turns to regard his visitor proper. "settlin' in okay?" a beat. then, coupled with the barest hint of a smile: "crew givin' you trouble?"

@kitmitsu, starter call. verse: alien/mass effect.

[antimetathesis]

"nice digs, boss. real fancy." the room's spotless. solid flaunting riches setup. a scant few of his first-time clients waste their money on pinning regulars. "clients wanted it handled quick." he doubts he needs to go into details—the himitsus must get their fair share of clients. "i don't usually operate on a timeframe, but they were insistent, promised a hefty return, so i got curious." 

he draws further into the room on silent steps, eyes on the only other occupant. pretty face. proper oyabun-type. "what's a guy gotta do to have 'em gunnin' for you this hard?"

@kitmitsu, starter call. verse: first meeting (actual).