#offestivities

[whirling-fangs]

Quietly.... runs away with the hairpins still in his hands...

Tap tap tap. His feet are light as air, his motions swift as a butterfly wings’ flutter. He can feel it from afar. She’s angry, isn’t she?

[azurescaled-arch]

"Tatsuya-kun, I've been meaning to ask, but is there anything you'd like to do for the holidays? If there's anything you'd like, please tell me. I'll make sure to get it for you."

Izumi flipped through pages of a book as he was curled up by the fire. The holidays were a strange time for him, given that he didn't celebrate too often. Usually this was the time he took to just rest and spend time indulging in his hobbies.

@offestivities liked for a starter!

[never-surrender]

@offestivities​ asked:  "Kyo, would you mind using this next time we're in bed?" Tengen questioned, pulling a whip out of a wardrobe and shaking it teasingly. "I think I can think of many ways to give you cause to use this against me."

Laying in bed with the sheets covering from his waist down, Kyojuro propped himself up on his elbows to watch whatever Tengen was doing, brilliant eyes watching the other’s every movement with unwavering intensity and a small smile on his lips ... though once the whip came out? The first hints of confusion passed over his expression, though the smile remained in place. 

“I am not so certain you are correct! It is forbidden for slayers to fight one another!” did he have any inkling that Tengen meant for the whip to be sexual? Absolutely not.

[victoryclaimed]

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                               "it's not a problem at all. however, i would like to ask to rest here a bit after all the work is done if that's alright with you, before i head out again."

[hercaprice]

‘  Don’t be too harsh on them Aoi ~ ‘  She learned from the best though.  Learned the art of making others shit their pants from the master who perfected it.

[whirling-fangs]

Aoi left a trail of treats for Inosuke to follow early in the morning to lead Inosuke to the kitchen where she made his favorite dishes for breakfast.

Pit pat pit pat. The boar hurried after each snack, completely unaware that this might as well be some kind of elaborate trap. His feet hurriedly tapped against the wooden floor as he crouched to reach each snack, wondering who had been silly enough to leave these on the floor, right where he could take them.

He eventually found himself by the entrance of the kitchen, mask pushed up on his forehead. Big wide eyes stared at the plethora of food that awaited inside, and the blue nurse who stood behind it all.

He slowly approached the table, a hand reaching out for the first plate of shrimp tempura. He stared right into the nurse's eyes, emeralds questioning. Surely, if he wasn't allowed to take these, she would be yelling at him by now... right?

[whirling-fangs]

"I've been so busy and neglecting our cooking courses. What if I show you how to make my favorite dessert?" - Aoi

Now, Inosuke would never admit it out loud, but the offer filled his little boar heart with pure glee. He had truly missed their little sessions.

"Hmpf! I'm only saying yes 'cause I'm already done with my training, but just so you know, I could have run another ten laps! No, a hundred! I'm doing you a favor by stopping now, so you better thank me!"

... Tsundere, much?

He quieted down a little, boar head tilted curiously.

"What's your favorite dessert? What do we need to make it? Does it have fried dough? Rice? Fish? Oh, I know! We can sprinkle some grass on it! It'll make it even better!"

[whirling-fangs]

"Are you speaking to me?" Hana questioned, wrist covering her wrinkled nose as she looked down at the other. The boar smelled truly disgusting, and to be frank, the slayer had better things to do than entertain this pipsqueak. "Perhaps you should speak to someone who cares about what you say."

"Of course I'm speaking to you, you dumbass!! There's no one else here!"

He didn't miss her frown, though he failed to understand what bothered her. He had long stopped picking up on his own boarish smell.

"I don't care that you don't care! All I'm saying is, you should fight me! I can tell you're strong, and if you run away, that makes you a coward! But you're not a coward, right?!"