#kmuguruma

[meishutori]

kmuguruma replied to your post “Walks out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel, dripping wet and so...”

Kensei grabbed a smaller towel and went about running it through his hair roughly. He wasn't really doing anything out of his normal routine and it certainly wasn't to grab Rose's attention. But when Rose remarked on his lack of not drying up well he looked back at the trail of wetness he'd left behind him and felt a little sheepish. Something for him to handle but first, he turned to his spouse and with a smile asked, "Oh, so do you want to help?"

The colour spread across his cheeks. How unusual of him to get so flustered, especially considering they were married. He didn’t think twice about throwing his magazine to the side and standing from his place on the couch. “Of course…” he comes over and takes the towel from Kensei, slowly starting to wipe off his chest. He wants to try and come off as less embarrassed and aroused, so he keeps his gaze away from Kensei’s face. Still, he has the confidence to coyly tease. “Something wrong with your own two hands?” 

[nyota-sungura]

@kmuguruma | Cont. | Demon ;;

               A snort of amusement leaves him as he reads the text on his phone. Of course he had been genuinely concerned, a little, but good gods this man needed a better world view. Either way, it was entertaining to him so Raven was more than happy to refute a cynic's thoughts.

Text: Talk about a cynical bastard <3 How could I be broke when I make more money than you?

Text: But seriously, you've been demanding so much I ACTUALLY got worried when you vanished. Surprisingly enough, I've grown attached to your frown and whismical eye narrows and wanted to see if you were at least still alive.

Text: Anyways, I'm not up for a job right now, too tired. But I'll come over and sleep on you. Just to be sure you're actually alive and not some shitty bot.

[aegisdux]

@kmuguruma

Muguruma-san be like...

𝙶𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚣𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊

[rojurotoribashi]

“Oh delicious vegetable, dainty texture. Why in the word does it taste so great?” His tongue, his precious tongue was enjoying its taste, its texture, oh, oh.

But there’s Kensei even growling because he’s delighting himself with that exquisite delicacy. 

[uraharashouten]

@kmuguruma replied to your post

"A simple hello is for pansies." The captain retorts soon folding his muscle ripped arms as he stared at the shopkeeper. "Is what I heard true. Is your better half expecting? If that's true then you deserve congratulations for proving me wrong. I actually never thought you would be able to manage 'that'." A smirk curls the side of his lips, softening that stern expression some.

“My, how news does travel. As a matter of fact, Muguruma-san, I think it would be accurate to say we are both expecting. And that we both share your astonishment.”

He was being uncharacteristically candid, but it was true: he’d been the last to expect this outcome now, when centuries of repeating the same experiment had not previously yielded it. “Is that indeed what you thought? What an interesting revelation, that you had invested any such thought in our personal affairs. I certainly hope you didn’t have any money riding on it.”

[hanabiira]

kmuguruma replied to your post: Hey :|

“Super long fucking day. But how are you?” Can’t help but smile a little though at her cheerful greeting.

What could she say, she was happy to see him. “Oh, Well....I made dinner just now! Do you want some~?” 

[meishutori]

kmuguruma replied to your post: Rose, Shuuhei wants to cook together as some...

“Both! Cooking is my thing. I don’t want to share it.” He frowns, his mind already going to whatever could go wrong actually going wrong. The way it often seemed to work whenever he analysed things. “How about he goes and cooks in his own place and brings whatever he made for me to sample instead? That’s reasonable.”

“...” He doesn’t want to sound harsh, but... “Other people cook, Kensei...” He cannot really intend to ‘claim’ it. “That isn’t to say that you have to cook together though, of course. But I think it might be good. Chefs always have teams. He could be your sous-chef. You are organised, so is he. If you give clear instructions it won’t become a mess, I’m sure. It would be a great bonding experience indeed.” 

Kensei’s suggestion was also acceptable, but it wouldn’t involve as much time spent together. “I think if you give him an assignment like that he’ll only worry about cooking something perfect for you. And with you testing it, it’ll be like he is being tested. If you work together to make something you’ll be a team.” The way a lieutenant and captain ought to be...

[nyota-sungura]

@kmuguruma | Demon ;;

                It’d been a long time since he’d gotten himself hurt. Not since the time he ended up underwater for months before his last contract had ran up. Even though he knew he wouldn’t die, that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt like hell or that he was any less disoriented by the ordeal. His horns itched, his wings ached, and his frame was battered and bruised with very few small scrapes and lacerations to worry about. In all reality he’d call it a win, he came out on top with little injury beyond the blow to his horn that made every part of his cranium throb. Even seeing straight was a bit difficult. He’d wanted to go home, wanted to lie on the cool floor and just let it all heal up on his own. What happened was the opposite though. It wasn’t his home, because he’d been thinking about an earlier conversation when he allowed his flames to whisk him away. It was Kensei’s.

Not that those dazed red hues registered it. He didn’t even seem to care that he was coiled up on the other’s floor with his large wings sprawled about. It wasn’t hard to tell who he was if someone spent enough time knowing his face in general. His tan skin, freckles, the light scars and red eyes-- He could be recognized even with the changes in his demonic form. Long hair framed his bruised features as he slowly sat himself up after a few moments and tried to regain something of his senses, ears wiggling while he looked around with a rather blank face. Clearly he didn’t even realize himself where he was, still too dazed to even think it a reality really. His tail shifted, knocking into something before it retracted and he shifted his hazed attention to what it had hit, or rather, whom.