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[adonischosen]

nyanyagi replied to your post: (( Sinners in my inbox I’m calling the cops on...

WE ARE THE COPS

okanyaki replied to your post:

don’t be shy, ichika-chan~~~ ;)))

Now she understands why Adonis wanted rebirth of Japan so badly. Y’all need saving.  

“I’m ready Zero. Where are you? Take me kudasai!”

[nyanyazuka-blog]

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//Super sorry for the lack of activity on coughs...

( check the fridge , yanagi finally left takeru some donuts and some of mineo’s pudding )

[enyamoto]

nyanyagi replied to your post: Is he hearing this right? Is what he sees the...

don’t think i didn’t notice you picking out your carrots from your omelette this morning, enomoto

“D-D-D-DAD...” 

He sputters, without thinking. It’s in the spur of the moment, and he’s found himself off guard by Yanagi’s Deathly Observant All-Seeing Fatherly Eye™. He’s been caught, red handed, but how can he dare stomach such treacherous ingredients. Even Yanagi’s excellent cooking skills cannot slay the deadly qualities of the Silent Killers of the food world.  

“I mean, Yanagi-senpai..! You see, it’s, um... it’s not that I was removing them completely! No, no, haha, I was saving them for last! How can I appreciate the way you prepared them unless I pull them out and see eye-to-eye, man-to-man with” my mortal enemy “my fav...or...ite... part of the omelette!” 

He’s clearly lying! There’s no way he’s not! Yanagi’s got to be able to tell! Mineo, Mineo, you fool. It’s all over! Abandon ship! Put the X back where it belongs and zip your trap! Of course, He forgives Yanagi for the attempted poisoning of his livelihood. That’s right,there’s no way he doesn’t forgive Yanagi-senpai for attempted murder! To make it up to him, though, he should make sure to really teach his brothers Takeru and Okazaki a lesson in minding property and manners..! Y-Yeah, this is about them, not him, so why, Mineo asks himself, is he the one getting called out? 

[adonischosen]

「stormswept.」

THE RAIN HAD BEEN particularly heavy that day. Unexpected and sudden, like the heavens burst at its seams piercing every raincloud. It’s like the sky is throwing a tantrum, high winds and rain beating on every surface in its path, determined to make its presence known. Ichika’s umbrella didn’t stand a chance against this kind of weather, and it decides to give into the storm midway on her journey. Her favorite cat patterned umbrella exclaims its last ‘POOF’ as the canopy inverts, making her stumble from the sudden jerk. A part of wants to mourn its loss, a rare limited edition umbrella that she had waited hours in line to get left in shambles, but there isn’t any time to waste. She’s already late for her meeting with Yanagi.

Through the grayness and cascades of rain, she can make out the building and the ‘X-Day’ graffiti painted across the aluminum shutters of the closed store beneath the detective agency. It’s like a beacon of hope in a cold world drowning in rain and she dashes into the building and up the stairs.

 “I’m here!” she practically bursts through the doors, looking very much like part of the storm herself, dark bangs slicked against her cheeks, rivulets of water snaking their way down the sides of her face, and her umbrella, rather what’s left of it creaks and dribbles a puddle onto the doormat.

Ichika spots Yanagi just as he steps into the office from the kitchen, lavender hues widened as he takes in the sight of her and the expression on his face jolts her thoughts back to reality. Droplets of water drip from the tip of her nose and she doesn’t need to look at herself in a mirror to know that she’s a mess. Emerald eyes glance down at her water logged boots, slips them off quickly, though her clothes are still soaked and it does little to help stop the growing puddle beneath her feet. Ichika bites the side of her bottom lip, red paints her cheeks at the sudden embarrassment—she’s surprised she’s not dripping red paint on the wooden floors. Her hands curl tightly around her umbrella and the bag she holds, shopping bag plastic crunching beneath nervous fingers. “I’m sorry I’m late Yanagi-san!” a shift bow, sending more droplets to bead and trickle down her face, “I-I got caught in the rain.” Real smooth Ichika—perhaps next she should tell him something he doesn’t already know.

@nyanyagi

[enyamoto]

examine + your collection of fans

EXAMINE ! - INTEREST: FAN COLLECTION

You look over your collection, making sure everything is in order. For your image, you often like to keep a folding fan on hand. The primary one that happens to match best with your typical attire is a signature one, you feel, the image depicting a horizon as vast as your own.

At least, that horizon is your ideal, even if, now, you’ve slowed down, you’ve become stuck, unable to unfold and face… parts of the truth. Not that that’s the focus currently! No, what has garnered the attention of your associates is the matter of you dramatically and expertly using your fan to your advantage.

This is it! Your showtime. How else are you to be noticed, prideful and cool as you are, if you do not completely and entirely get into character? You are you, and your fans are apart of your current image. Perhaps they’ll be apart of your image for the rest of your life, even if you decide to lay to rest your homage to those before you, once their spirit has filled your soul and granted you eternal vitality.

Unbound by the expectations of honest to goodness everything, you are you’re own entity, and nothing can change that, at all! Your multiple fans are just the beginning marker, your attention to their coordination to your chosen wears impeccable! Some people may call you unrefined, but you are an expert dragon, unleashing your hot on the spot fashion to the world!

Loud and proud, nothing can beat you down forever, young hero-in-wait! Soon, everyone will know your voice, soon everyone will know your fan. They will admire you, praise you, perhaps your image will grow so much that they’ll release items mimicking your classic one’s look. It’d be limited, but the people would adore the classy, vibrancy of it, wouldn’t they?

Yes, your fan collection is very important to you, and you wouldn’t be you without your arsenal of unique, handheld, manual devices of cooling and style. Folding fans, paper fans, ones for all occasions, they are yours to utilize.

Though sometimes they end up captured, used to mock you, they usually never leave your side. The enemies of your friends, and your friends who are also your enemies cannot stop you, not at all! So hold your delicately colorful piece high, Mineo..!

...And fan away the tears you shed during this really emotional, romantic tale.

[enyamoto]

paint

They say a picture is worth a thousand words, and if a picture is worth that much to someone who’s hardly involved in the instance, then it must be worth far, far more to the people actually involved, priceless even. Now that’s something to paint the books with. Physical evidence of everything he’s done and not — ah. well, that doesn’t matter at all.

Whether or not these photos are flattering (and some do lack that grace, as if someone took them sneakily with a shaking camera, but there’s no telling if the camera had been shaken on purpose, because the cameraman’s head is impossible to get inside), they still make up every last inch of the historical records of the great Enomoto Mineo!

“Heheheh…”

A fool’s defeated face is worth more than its weight in gold, or something like that, said Takeru, maybe. Mineo doesn’t actually know, because as soon as he heard fool or idiot or whatever that high-class insult was, he turned him right out…

…in a totally-not-because-he-was-so-insulted-that-Yanagi-senpai-had-to-calm-him-down fit, but who’s counting details, at all?

(Perhaps it’s Hoshino, or Okazaki, or Yanagi, or even Shiraishi, for his own amusement, but that’s neither here nor there. What matters most to him is that no matter what, this will certain go down as yet another moment of his greatness!! …So, so long as they capture his good side at least fifty-percent of the time.)

In all honesty, no one knows why he’s laughing so confidently. All assumptions can be made that something good happened, or his head got stuck far in the clouds of delusion. Either way, he’s babbling on in total immersion over his fantasies, and it makes the picture painted all the more fun.

“Um… Enomoto-san…”

Cautiously, Hoshino prods his shoulder, trying to get his attention, but Mineo is simply too caught up in his internal fantasy, which… happens to be a picturesque romance scene between an undisclosed female and himself.

“It’s not worth trying reason with him, stupid cat.”

Comes a rather absent remark from Takeru. He then checks out of the conversation, but he will not be able to escape, not at all! The office is much too noisy for all that (it’s a surprise things get done, sometimes, but that are functional, to the shock of many, probably).

“Ahaha…”

Hoshino laughs awkward, shaking her head. She’s just as stubborn, so she’s not going to give in. This is something that he asked her to do! How thoughtful she is, and great, and–

“Of course, I will–”

“Enomoto-san!”

“Uw-rk!”

His incredible grace aside, she manages to beat out his fantasy and catch his attention! Act cool, collect himself… her calls were not bolt from the blue, so remember, remember, Mineo, why does she request you, of all people?

“Umm… Everyone’s here… S-So, you wanted to take a picture, right?”

Of course! What better a way to paint the picture of his every last aspect than to log this big detective office (family featuring the window crasher, but today, it can’t be helped) and all it has done so far! Of course, he will be front and center, and next to him, the greatest partner in the world. Maybe the other side, the one of the most reliable…

Hoshino shakes her head, noticing he’s right back in thoughts, and tries her best to gather everyone up, since now Mineo has been forewarned. She carefully does what she can to set everything up, setting a timer on the camera, before running back over to Mineo, and trying to get his head back in the game on time.

“Huh? Oh, right! This is–!”

“Quiet, already, so we can finish this, idiot.”

“Hey!”

“Ichika-chan, if you’ll excuse me~”

“Oi, Okazaki, Hoshino’s supposed to–!”

“Settle down…”

“Hahaha… everyone, please…”

As if in a telling fashion, the photo turned out to be a disaster, but it really does put upon the canvas the tale of Enomoto Mineo, Hoshino Ichika, the Yanagi Detective Agency, and assorted incomers in their lives. Even if Hoshino’s laughing, he’s yelling, Yanagi’s eyes are closed, Mineo looks it over, and grins. He’ll have to get a picture with just her later, but this! This is one step, one mark, on everything they’ve done so far.

...And how much he’d miss it, once they go their separate ways, but that’s a story for another painting in the series, for another page of the book.

[enyamoto]

examine + tonight's dinner

EXAMINE ! - INTEREST: TONIGHT’S DINNER

Man! Yanagi-senpai’s cooking is delicious! At least, that’s what you think as you look take in the waft of the meal being prepared. How lucky you are, to often be fueled by such a high-caliber cook, without breaking your bank (even more than it already is).

He’s observant though, huh? Considering… yeah, perhaps it’s obvious to him, all your likes and dislikes. Sometimes, you wonder how he reads you so well, but then you think, maybe that’s just from his dedication. You… what you would consider a one-hundred percent subtle disposal of carrots from meals, he catches almost all the time. Or maybe it’s every time, but he doesn’t always call attention to it. 

Are you disappointing him? Tiring him? Why does he put up with you? 

You are grateful, naturally, but there is no way you should give let yourself be poisoned by something he doesn’t even know is killing you! What are you supposed to say, ‘Yanagi-senpai, I love your cooking, but it’s been poisoned!’  Absolutely not!

Warriors are downed by more than just this. Become armored, steel itself, and hold yourself steady, calm, face any opponent with vigor, power, a clear eye and heart.

(What is it that Takeru’s saying over there? ‘An idiot really knows… Eh, just ignore him!)

Now, you’re staring down the actual content of today’s meal. Nothing seems off about it, nothing seems too dangerous. In fact, it really looks like it’s tailored to your tastes.

…Yanagi really knows you!

It’s been a while since he’s been able to show it, but he’s really got your best interests at heart, right?

...Right?

Yet, somehow, this sort of honorary welcome back meals of sorts has suddenly shaken you. Call it a premonition fed down to you by the spirits of the past, but your blood is boiling cold. Is this punishment? Is there something swinging, on the attack, that’s ever so strongly reminding you that you are not slick at all?

Oh, you child, you absolute child! Yanagi’s sighing, observing the way the excited expression on your face melts into a forced glee. You know. Tonight’s dinner is... all... specialty foods... containing...

You shake, but this is not the moment you wan  to disappoint Yanagi, not when he’s got that sigh right on the edge, ready to be released, not when he’s looking at you with that understanding but stern gaze. Swallow down your pride, Mineo, it’s okay... this won’t actually kill you, this is for your health, just think of it as something you like, yeah, yeah, something you really enjoy eating, which maybe you’ll actually get next time. Not that you hate this, but somehow, the danger levels sort of tarnish it.

Maybe you’re over-exaggerating but... but... anyway! Get it down! Chew but don’t linger! Prove to Yanagi that you are a man!!

...This is why you should eat your vegetables, kids.

[torquem]

@nyanyagi

Hoshino Ichika, has absolutely no idea how herself and Yanagi got into this situation. Everything processed so quickly and next thing the duo knew, they were facing each other off in a kitchen, each with an apron on. Apparently it was something called Iron Chef, a food network show that appears on America that challenges top chefs to have a cook off with another, as Sasazuka explained. Pinching the bridge of her nose, Ichika closed her eyes and tried to recall back what happened minutes ago. 

The brunette remember saying that she felt like she was losing to Yanagi in terms of their cooking abilities and it made her feel pathetic, while in reality she just feels pathetic admitting that! But it was true, compare to her average self, Yanagi’s cooking was something of a five star hotel. Handsome, popular, and mature, there was no flaws in Yanagi as Ichika sees it. 

Laughing nervously, Ichika looked away and stared intensely at the corner of the room. She was a little happy about this whole....showdown. Ichika admires Yanagi for many reasons and because of that, she wanted to prove herself and get acknowledge. Naturally he already acknowledged Ichika for a lot of things during the X-Day incidents but this and that are two completely different things. 

“Haha...I look forward to this, Yanagi-san.”

Her cooking pride won’t let this go, she will win and come out on top.