#m. chou

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@jerseydeviled​ . starter call

   sure, Chou isn’t the brightest mind in the world; the man himself knows that much but goddamn it — his lover seemed to be actually dumber than him this time. “ ya thought ya would go ta sex shop to actually buy shit for SEX, ya know?! ” he is most definitely muffling screaming to the walls of room — curtains closed, darkness covering whatever frenzy Jessie was in, most definitely not listening to whatever artist was babbling about. free hand now rummaging through black plastic bag, quick to pick handcuffs and to put as swiftly as possible on creature and locking other end on bed’s feet.

      “ be nice, be kind and don’t fuckin’ rip it off, I’m runnin’ out of ideas, mr. man ~ ! ” muffled whines coming from one with hazmat mask. he will not die today, no sir.

      “ what kinda crap ya been sniffin’ around ta find ya in da middle of street at fuckin’ 3 am, goin’ nuts and drippin’ saliva everywhere, mr. man!? ” cue continuous muffled screams from the (kind of) sane person in the room.

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plotted starter . @whatliveson​

   the cacophony around them and the cold remarks received from bartender during those nights seemed almost like a distant memory for artist... almost. peripheral vision often catching familiar figure nearby afterward, though owner prefers to keep his silence, ignore them until the right moment comes... right moment.

   hand scratching behind nape and small cracks heard coming from cervical spine, other fixing the bed hair he most definitely had. lanky figure now descending stairs and preparing a huge mug full of unsweetened, strong coffee, slowly but surely reaching for restaurant’s front door and letting eyeballs experience the first rays of sunlight but — what... what is this...!

      “ a — ! what the?! ” eyes open in surprise, mouth agape and mug almost dropping to floor. what was this person doing...?! on the floor, s-sleeping?! “ ‘m sorry but ya know this isn’t exactly the best place for ya ta slee — ” long fingers start to reach down, owner with bended knees but — wait. wait, wait, wait! “ yer that mean bartender! what are ya doin’ here, like that?! ” he’ll surely drop his mug sometime soon. surely.

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cont. from ask . @thelazyeditor​ 

   tinge of red coloring cheeks that certainly doesn’t come from embarrassment (what is even the meaning of that word when it comes to Chou?), sneezes coming and going in waves that last 1 millisecond between one another. aa — exactly what ones get when handling flowers, to which one is definitely allergic to.

      “ t-ta make ya... ACHOO! ” artist now hiding nose and mouth due to constant sneezing, dark blue eyes definitely starting to tear up now. “ e-even more... ACHOO! hand- ACHOO! some! ” despite almost sneezing lungs out and vision now blurred thanks to forming tears, hand goes away from features to reveal toothy grin. “ ya like it?! ” line said so quickly as to avoid the flow of sneezes that now assault Chou, finally, a complete phrase.

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@glxtzy​ . plotted starter

   small talk here and there, clattering of glasses and the scent of alcohol — a normal, relaxed night ensured at Tori’s or so the bartender thought. eardrums catch the faint bell ringing at wooden door and hazel eyes identiy almost immediately male that enters. “ Minami-kun, welcome back. ” Mizuki warmly receives customer, bowing ever so slightly towards them. “ the usual? ” quick to remember, quick to prepare common order, “ it’s being a while since I last saw you... too much work? ” man behind counter chuckles, hands now busy cleaning and drying glasses.

   truthfully, a relaxed night... until now. “ oh?! ” exciting tone gives away presence, lanky figure appearing from behind kitchen’s curtains. visible frown appearing in bartender’s features tells everything needed to know — not an welcomed presence. “ what do ya have here? aren’t ya that pretty boy that comes every now and then ta eat here?! aa — ta meet ya again, is this fate?! ” of course, artist will ignore silent warning given by Mizuki, approaching model swiftly and already seating by his side. “ so ya come here at night too ~ nice ta know. ” Chou continues, rarely coming to Tori’s at night, as he’s often busy with other... tasks.

      “ don’t even start, Chou. ” obviously annoyed tone escapes bartender and the smirk in artist’s face is all he needs to know to correct facade. sigh leaving pale lips, small smile regains spot. “ Minami-kun, if his presence is bothering you, I can ask him to leave right away. ” words not so kind coming calmly, “ ah —  ?! c’mon, I’m botherin’ nobody here! right, mister cutie?! besides —  ” toothy grin comes, at least one of them can maintain facade perfectly, “ ‘s not like mister here has anyone ta talk to besides ya sad face, right, Zuki? am makin’ him company, ‘s all! after all, ” dark blue eyes now staring model, “ who can leave such a pretty person alone?! ” excited tone, like a child in a candy store.

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@kugibattohime ; starter call x

   giggles can be heard from the last hall of products of the convenience store followed by a single and clear ‘ sh! ’ coming from the future patissiere, which was doing her very best to try and shut up her now minor partner in crime: Chou, while they both hid away a couple of rice balls and some other small items. though that plan falls completely in vain when golden colored eyes spots the third party next to them, elbowing the male for an excuse:

      “ ouc — hello~ ! shoppin’ too? ” he cheerfully asks, warm smile placed over pale, parted lips, showing ivory teeth brilliantly.

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@duskfloret​ ; starter call x

   from afar, their conversation was simply inaudible: almost whispered into each other’s ears, they were secretive — the ‘doll’ and the ‘artist’. their chat, a mix of recently heard gossips and that night’s plan. her, the watcher and him, the hunter. o, how long had it been since Chou was entrusted with that job by the boss? weeks, months? well, that was expected, given how much he had screwed up the last time. it is when male was about to continue happily chatting that her fingertips finds his pale lips, quick to place it after upon her own — an index on rosy lips. yes, their chat was almost an exchange of silences and gazes, but she’d rather not risk it.

      “ who goes there? ” her voice is crisp and clear, very much unlike it was seconds ago.

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@chxosclown ; starter call x

   pale lips parted, dark blue eyes open wide and shining with curiosity and excitment, brows angled upwards... yes, the waiter was in awe. when was the last time he saw such gaudy clothing and such a characteristic make up?!

      “ mister, mister — ! ” man calls, in hopes of catching the other’s attention. “ is there a Circus in town?! ya lookin’ real awesome there! ” excitment making itself more than obvious in his voice, eyes looking at him still rather intensely.