#re-toji

[deadlincs]

let's all live deliciously ( accepting ) — @re-toji

Things still haven't changed, have they? Either that, or this sense of what look's the hottest went rogue. Which isn't a completely skewed possibility since he's more or less running on fumes. Has been for quite some time. Honestly, if it wasn't for his assistant, he still would've been toiling over some other case. But no, she set her foot down ( almost directly on his tail ) and now ... he's here, looking every bit of a modern, overtaxed salaryman.

Is this really what's 'all the rage' — is that saying even relevant anymore? Clearly so, given how many heads have turned thus far, but that could also be the purposeful uptick of pheromones. Perhaps it's not needed, but he's starving and isn't keen on playing any games of cat and mouse.

It's a quite night. The oppressive weight of it's only kept at bay by an electric hum of the cheap overhead lights. He'll make a quick pit stop here. See if there are any takers for a nightmare darkening their doorway. Then, he'll continue on, make his way into the heart of some city before plunging himself back into hell ( literally ). But first ...

Sparks temporarily beat back the looming darkness. A single cherry-red glow livens as he coaxes in a deep drag. Humans and their vices. The cut of nicotine hardly makes an impression on him, but the habit's rubbed off on him regardless. Smoke seeps free and he almost misses unexpected company. "Busy night?" That's a standard enough greeting, right? Even if it isn't, Hiromi isn't inclined to rectify it.

[ofamess]

@re-toji wants a flex off.

"What kind of workout do you do? I know mine are huge, but your muscles are just gorgeous."

[taleofmuses]

@re-toji

He carried himself differently. With everything that happened, there was a different aura about him, he knew that. Shibuya left none of them untouched, the lives lost were a price too steep to pay and yet they were given no choice but to move forward. The loss they suffered couldn't easily be taken or worked through. Not that he had taken even a second, upon waking up from being healed.

Between the horrors that unfolded when he heard the death count and consequences to the brief spark of joy and the ensuing deep darkness that engulfed him, Megumi barely had a moment to breathe or push through the remnants of physical pain that Shoko couldn't quite heal.

Lingering close to one of the colonies, Megumi waited for word of the others on Yuji. He needed his friend by his side to save Tsumiki from a fate so cruel he still had trouble finding words for the rage bubbling inside him at every given moment.

It was in that moment that he saw him, lingering where the humans were, a crowd formed to gawk at was a quick draw, pulled by the horrors of the previous day. Megumi himself stood out, clearly not bothered by the situation or at least able to hide his true feelings. The wound inflicted by what he could only describe as demonic presence despite clearly being human, or somewhat like it, burned even though long since healed.

"I thought I left you in hell," he said, not even remotely hoping for a reply. So he was back for round two. Not a moment of break, it would seem.

[eldestoften]

"So how would you like to celebrate Mother's Day? I can make you become one."

cue some light sputtering, but he clears his throat and takes a deep breath before responding. ".....I don't think I need to point out how impossible that is, right??"

[cursesavior]

— @re-toji / PLOTTED.

For all intents and purposes, Suguru Geto was a professional. He hadn't been in the modeling industry for long, sure, but he prided himself on being able to work with just about anyone - including his fair share of pushy directors, unsettling photographers, annoyed makeup artists, and of course, the divas that were often his fellow models. All of these people he was able to handle with ease, despite how irritating they were, keeping a level head and putting on a veneer of humble cooperation.

Today, however, his patience would truly be tested. Today, he had to deal with Toji Fushiguro.

He'd worked with Fushiguro once before - something that went down in his memory as one of his most frustrating jobs. While Suguru was a rising star in the industry with quite the devoted following ( some may even describe it as cult-like ), Toji forever remained one rank above him, unable to beat the popularity he'd accrued from over a decade of modeling. Not that Suguru cared, they were both below Satoru Gojo anyways, but that fact combined with them being from rival agencies made for a shoot undercut with snide remarks, competition, and tension so thick it could be cut with a knife. By the end of it, Suguru had firmly made up his mind that Toji Fushiguro, no matter how experienced, was just a brutish asshole with a good body, and vowed to never work with him again.

Unfortunately, due to the photoshoot's immense popularity, their agencies were not eager to just let things be - there was big money to be made here, after all. So here we was - resisting the urge to roll his eyes as the director of the shoot droned on and on about whatever 'concepts' or 'themes' they were supposed to incorporate. Things Suguru would usually take seriously, but today, he just wants to get this over with as quickly as possible before he ends up trying to strangle the man ( a difficult task, given how thick his neck is. not that he pays attention to that kind of thing. )

When the stylists and makeup artists are finally through with him, Suguru steps onto the set with a huff, adjusting the sleeves of the long, flowing garment he'd been dressed in, dark eyes following Toji as he joins him under the bright studio lights. The dark suit he was dressed in was tailored perfectly to highlight the muscular angles of his body - playing into the contrast of Suguru's androgynous looks, as always. He stiffens slightly as the man approaches him, looking him up and down with a sharp glare and making a concerted effort to ignore his good looks. "Are you going to behave yourself today?" He asks with an icy tone, lips pulled into a tight frown of disdain. "Let's not make this any more difficult than it has to be."

[innategrief]

@re-toji asked: 🧍🏻| ✧ 𓂅 somewhat unprompted.

satoru stares at the other for a moment, both of them seemingly frozen in place before he huffs out a laugh. head cants to the side, eyes hidden by his mask, but the corners of his mouth quirk upwards with a playful grin. "whaddya waitin' for, huh?"

[deadlincs]

sillies ..... — @re-toji

"— to put it in layman's terms, our venom can be more potent than any tranq on the market," Hiromi states, sounding impassive as ever. Yet he watches Toji with a careful eye. Interest presses at the gums, but he keeps both sets of fangs hidden for the time being. "But I wonder.. Would it even work on you?"

Something of a scoff airs to the side as blond locks fall forward. Kento cranes his head this way and that, as if a day's worth of exhaustion bears down on the neck alone. "Only one way to find out," he mutters, only partially meaning to speak the thought aloud. "If you're open to it." He, too, pins the light of his eyes on the other man; far more reserved but noticeably curious. "Or we can forego it all together."

[eldestoften]

smash or pass urs truly 😈

smash or pass

"..............An entirely hypothetical smash."