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[xretrovirus]

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+++ ⚔ Independent Virus RP blog from DMMD ⚔ Tracking #xretrovirus ⚔  Mostly Serious Multi-para \  Multiship / SingleTRIP ⚔ Askbox is open for plotting ⚔

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⚔ AU / NSFW / Smut / Gore Friendly ⚔ Mun is 21+  | Semi-selective +++

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[badmorphinetrip]

"Come join me tonight. I want your company."

"Of course... and where will I find you? How will I find you? Let's make it a game of hide and seek. Leave me some clues and I'll hunt you down."

[badmorphinetrip]

ツ

[thanksasalways]

♟:Patching up a wound ~

The specks of fallen blood soaking into the white cotton sheets caught Ren’s eye, though the sight of blood hadn’t been an alarming sight for quite a long time. With the constant need for medicine and fluids, and a physician without spectacular bedside manner, Ren had become accustomed to seeing his own blood: whether it be from the insertion or removal of an IV, or a hastily withdrawn needle from an unknown injection.

He checked himself for injury, finding his arms surprisingly clean. A bead of red trailing down Virus’ arm caught his eye, the thick fluid narrowly missing the rolled up cuff of his immaculately white shirt. He hadn’t seemed to notice, still peeling and slicing a fuji apple on a side table by Ren’s bed. The color of the skin and the amount of bruising on the out-of-season fruit had blended in well with the smears of blood still on the knife.

Ren’s eyes widened pitifully as he stared up at him with concern, as if his gaze alone could draw attention to the injury. His hand rose almost as if he had a question, despite his muteness, limply rising just below the height of his chin.

[thanksasalways]

✦

It had been no small surprise when Virus and Trip appeared once again in Midorijima, nearly two years now since the fall of Toue Corporation and Platinum Jail. They’d returned once before now, to deliver Ren back home to Aoba safely before disappearing to who knows where. It had been a dangerous move, but one that Ren was eternally grateful for.

They’d appeared again about a week before Christmas, surprising Ren and Aoba at the junk shop before stealing Ren away for the day. Despite Aoba’s protests, their outing had been pleasantly uneventful, with most of the activities consisting of Virus and Trip just observing Ren’s behavior as he ate and walked around. They had bought him some new clothes, however, some of which he was wearing today. A multi-colored knit sweater with a colorful scarf, and bright red courderoy slacks to help accentuate Ren’s already long legs. It was a different look for Ren, for sure, but it wasn’t as though Aoba didn’t already select his clothes for him daily anyway.

He wore these clothes with purpose today, as he’d been invited out once again and hoped to impress his enigmatic suitor— just Virus this time, though Ren knew the pair well enough by now not to ask why one was present without the other.

With additional complaints and whining from Aoba, Ren had somehow convinced him to not only permit Ren to go, but also to help him with making a gift. They’d spent the day together baking cookies of various sorts, among Ren’s favorites were the gingersnaps that had been shaped into little dogs.

Bundled up and overly coddled by Aoba, Ren scurried off at the appointed time to meet Virus for a late lunch, buried in layers of sweater, coat, scarf, and mittens, and arms full of sweet treats. He’d sealed the cookies in an old cloth handkerchief with a floral print, tying off the top of the satchel with a deep red ribbon. It was a simpler gift that what Virus was likely accustomed to, but it was from the heart, and sincerity wasn’t a trait that Ren was ever lacking in.

Just in case it wasn’t enough, though, he’d managed to surreptitiously hide a sprig of misteltoe in his coat pocket as a bonus surprise gift.

[badmorphinetrip]

Proximity || Closed

There he was. It was hard to imagine that there was a time he felt the world to be so absent of grace, so completely and irrefutably rotten and sour. There had been a time like that, he was sure, but it felt so far away now. He's seen him and he'd known that all he'd held as truth before was shattered in the instant their eyes had locked. It had been a fluke, surely. He was being restrained, teeth bared and legs off the floor, kicking the air as he was hoisted up and dragged backwards. Another group had entered the hall, pausing as he blocked their path. Their eyes had met just for a second, the shockingly cold blue meeting his gaze and piercing him to the very core. Pale, lean and sharp, with a face both familiar and strange. He'd been momentarily mesmerized, had stopped fighting though his limbs remained contorted and frozen in time and space. Then he was gone, easily ferried off the moment he hesitated, and so too was gone that strange, fair haired creature he'd glimpsed.

He was older, or so he guessed. Further along in the program. He at very least had privileges above all others, worn hardcover books held in a loose sort of possessiveness to his chest. Belongings, be they borrowed or given. Something his own, no matter how brief it may be that he owned them. It took him time and effort to hunt him down. The boy with the books and the glasses that proved his squint to be nothing more than façade. He knew that half-lidded gaze and the icy calm that he had immediately. He knew he was different. He knew he was the same. He had to find him and finally he had, waiting silently for him to arrive.

It took planning to arrange for all this. A careful study of punishments and severity, of what would merely delay and what would cancel, what was dealt a swift blow and what would earn some alone time to consider his transgressions. It took a perfect combination and several weeks of testing to arrange, but here he was. The secondary lunch for the older children. The lunch he ate.

There was a palpable tension as he stood from his lonely table, both from children and adults, and he moved with speed and purpose to ensure he arrived before he was scooped up. His tray clattered carelessly against the table, his eyes seeking to meet the boy that sat across from him, waiting, willing him to look up again.

[thanksasalways]

One Short Day || Closed

[[ xretrovirus, badmorphinetrip, disarmmywords ]]

Months had crept on since Ren's recovery, daily routines and fresh moments slowly overwhelming his past. Although an entire year hadn't even passed yet since their reunion, Ren's memories of a time without Aoba felt like ages ago; likewise, his memories of being an Allmate felt so distant now that they were almost dreamlike.

Ren was content with this, forging new memories and experiences, even in mundane scenarios such as this. The junk shop was completely empty, and had been all day save for a handful of phone calls in the morning. Haga-san had left for the mainland the previous day, entrusting the shop to Aoba and Ren for a few days so as to not lose business-- and yet, ironically, there wasn't any to be had.

Ren busied himself with rearranging items in the shop, both in the stockroom and in the main area. Organization was important for productivity, he had insisted, though really the task had been a tedious distraction to keep his hands off of Aoba during the long stretches of privacy and boredom.

The familiar chime of a customer walking in rang through the small shop as the door came open, seizing Ren's attention immediately. Despite Aoba being the more experienced sales clerk, and despite the fact that he was currently seated at the front desk and Ren was in the stockroom, Ren still rushed out to greet the visitor.

[seikxtsu]

xretrovirus

IF WE'RE MUTUALS, SEND ME A URL AND I'LL ANSWER THE FOLLOWING

Reason why you follow them: I need my Virus, he was the one I loved most amongst the two and because I wanted to explore plots with Virus. I immediately loved their writing and portrayal. I followed them and their Trip. I squealed when they followed back. And lo behold, I've been getting to know the two more ooc. <3

Your favourite thread of theirs:  The ones of ours, the threads with either Takahashi or Trip.

A roleplayer you enjoy their interactions with:  Sei, Trip and Takahashi

A thing you like about their character: Everything. End of story.

Do you interact? Why/why not?: Always <333 But work and Trip needs to stop hogging him. Princess needs his Virus loving too.

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Writing uh / okay / likable / awesome / perfect / GOD LIKE Characteruh / okay / likable / awesome / perfect / GOD LIKETheme uh / okay / likable / awesome / perfect / GOD LIKE Mun uh / okay / likable / awesome / perfect / GOD LIKE

We should… Talk OOC / Plot / Roleplay / Became bffs. Plots I’d be interested in doing: Definitely have some plots and surprises waiting. <33 

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