#kodokai

[braxdaekko]

He really shouldn’t be at the office front for his trafficking ring when he’s got the flu. Even more so, he shouldn’t be here, after hours, with some prostitute who hates his guts. But when he peered out the frosted, window and saw a recognizable figure under the neon light of the oyster bar below his office, he couldn’t help but stick his head out and demand a heated blanket.

    Sniffing, with the blanket wrapped around his shoulders, feet pulled up to his chair, he shakes his head. “Can you make me raaaameeen?”

a little, inconvenient motherly instinct urges noah to take care of akachan. it doesn’t mean he hates him any less, but he just can’t watch the man be miserable for the rest of the night. he places down a warm mug, a sweet and citrusy aroma rising from the steam. “drink this,” he demands, not in any rush to obey akachan’s own attempt at commanding him. “if i make ramen for anyone, it’ll be for myself before you,” noah grumbles. despite him feeling obligated to nurse akachan better, he has no reason to completely shift his attitude. 

the younger sits, gesturing his...friend... to take a drink. “if you drink all of that, i might cook for you. be warned before trying to be a smartass and gulping; sipping is more effective and less likely to upset your stomach.” 

@kodo-kai

[traumeriin]

@kodo-kai

    “Happy birthday Taketora.” Rosemary presents him with two gifts; a neatly wrapped present and a card made with the help of her children. She did the writing on the card while the children contributed through finger paintings and handprints. “You don’t need to open the present now...but it would make me very happy if you did.” Inside said present is a silk, floral button up. She noticed his penchant for Hawaiian shirts so she figured it would fit his style.

[yxkanna-a]

✺

i’ll take “facts about nicky” for $200 // @kodo-kai

✺: something my muse loves and never gets tired of

ROCK ‘N ROLL, MAN. it doesn’t matter what he’s doing, he will always start wiggling if ac/dc, kiss, bon jovi, queen, or van halen comes on. there have been times when he’s deep cleaned his apartment for like 7 hours straight and didn’t get tired during the whole thing because he had his favorite playlist on and was jamming the whole time.

he’s very easily energized.

[futurepop]

@kodo-kai liked for a starter.

     “Don’t look at me like that.” Eve squints in response to his glare, and then holds the Sanrio treats closer to her chest. “I’m not giving you a single one! My papa brought these from Japan for me, not you.”

[facsimiliar]

@kodo-kai ( sc. )

          his job is a simple one: judge not by the deeds humans commit during their short lives, but how quickly they come to accept death once it’s their turn. mortality, not morality. mortality, not morality. but even figures as neutral as shinigami can sniff out rot in an apple-bunch — and if this man didn’t REEK of it, well, gemini wouldn’t know what to think. all he knows is that souma and touma would absolutely love running their iron clubs through his poor, festering body. that is, should he ever have the misfortune of stumbling upon the carnival when the witching hours are ripest.

          but even though the opportunity is right there in front of him, this isn’t the right place nor the right time. there’s not a hint or lick of the carnnibal carnival in sight: just the same old backdrop of the same old izakaya that looks no different than any other fucking izakaya in japan. it almost feels a little too weird, acting so casual without having to worry about his role. is this what a day off is supposed to feel like? ( if that’s the case, he probably won’t take another one off for another decade. he hates staying still. )

          tattooed hands reach for the top-sides of his pockets, and he stages a few well-placed pats. ❝ ah, shit… forgot my lighter. ❞ liar. it’s practically burning a hole in the left pocket of his jeans. but he needs an excuse to speak with the mucusy man on his right. ❝ hey, i hate to bother you— ❞ god, it feels so good to speak in japanese again. ❝ — but would you happen to have a lighter i could borrow? a good, cheap meal isn’t the same without a smoke. ❞

[fishprideworldwide]

@kodo-kai

Fisher seemed very content behind his mirrored aviators, slowly sipping from a drink he’d stolen from some tourist as he sat upon a plastic green tanning chair. It was awfully heated up from the glaring sun & would cause most to jolt from so much as touching it, but Fisher did simply not care, not recognising that searing sensation against his back, ass, and legs as pain. It felt nice, to him. Everything felt so nice, on Earth. 

       The aviators should have been rose-tinted lenses.     His eyes hurt very much from the sun, and he cried a little bit every time he stepped out without the glasses, having to withdraw back in the little grotto from whence he came. Week two on Earth. His eyes had not adjusted to the sun. He could barely see. Everything was too bright, so damn bright. He missed the womb-like dark of murky mother Ocean.          Nobody seemed to really like this beach, despite its being covered in fascinating relics of travelers gone by, crumpled pamphlets, wind-worn Budweiser cans, plastic shovels, etcetera. There was one kid by the ocean, closely guarded by his parents. There was another guy sitting on a chair nearby. He looked dead.           Fisher couldn’t make judgments on that, though. Flies dotted him like ants on food, curiously lapping up the slimy surface of his flesh. They were not aware that that which they dined upon was hundreds of tiny bacteria from the deep white blue. But Fisher wasn’t worried about that. He knew the bacteria would just breed, & make more appear in their place. Fisher was a giant disease. And as diseases tend to be, he was oblivious to social abnormalities, and time, not even aware he’d been staring at the other guy for twenty minutes.         His every pore. His greasy black hair. His every detail.          Fisher wanted to be him.           Don’t be flattered.            Fisher wanted to be everyone. 

[angry-ang]

[braxdaekko]

noah’s gonna knock all this shit over // @kodo-kai

"STEP ANY CLOSER AND MY MELODY GETS IT!” the demon warns, holding his hostage in one hand, a flame burning in the other’s palm. “3.5k yen or i burn this WHOLE place down.” 

he’s not gonna do shit, but if taketora pulls a gun on him then this means war.