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Temporal Objects

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❝  you have a beautiful mind and a wonderful soul,  don’t ever let anyone make you think differently.  ❞ - pinpirin @ junpei hehe

"Miss Pinpirin, that's so kind of you to say." Junpei looked over his shoulder at the butterfly, who was helping him with the garden behind the clinic this time. "I think the same of you. I don't think I've ever met someone as pure and as bubbly."

He finished off tying the climbing plant to the lattice and returned to her side. He wondered what prompted Pinpirin to give him such a compliment - but then, she also seemed like the type to give them simply because. And that was a wonderful sentiment to have.

"How are you going with the seedlings? Do you need any help?"

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Of course it was fine for Botan to loop around Sang. It only made him smile as he continued to pet and adore the other. He wondered how many times Botan had been touched kindly in his life. He wondered how much being hurt outweighed that. Poor thing.

"My life would also not be the same without you, happily in it." Sang had never really felt lonely in such a heavy sense of the word, but he'd always been aware of his isolation. Botan filled a gap he hadn't even realised was painfully gaping.

Hands settled on Botan's jaw, brushing over his cheeks as their gazes met through his blindfold. "Yes, we are friends, and friends help one another. Friends are also equals. Your happiness is just as important as mine, and I should help you to find your own happiness that doesn't rely on me. What makes you happy when I have to work and we can't be together?"

"Really? Then I'm not gonna leave!" Botan beamed, giving his waist a squeeze. Not leave his life, he meant. He would secure a job and stable income, then find his own place to live, eventually. Apparently, that's the thing that adult humans do! It sounded simple enough, but the first job was really hard.

His chest warmed as Sang caressed his face. While he couldn't see his eyes, he knew he must have the most gentle and caring gaze ever. Because he spoke so kindly, he didn't feel as though he was being criticised in any sense for relying on him, especially in the earlier days when he had no idea how anything worked.

"Cleaning and cooking!" Botan beamed. "I know, Mister Sang can use magic, but doing things by hand is relaxing... and I like finding recipes to try. I also like taking walks... I like to sing. Most of all, I like to help people."

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Botan seemed to enjoy this, so his hand became firmer, ruffled his hair and offered scratches.

"You don't need to do that. I am happy just watching you do whatever you want and build your life."

"Hmmm!" When you see a cat bumping its head into someone's hand, that would be a good depiction of what Botan was doing right now. It seemed like it would be ok to put his arms around him in a loose hug, which he did, timidly.

"I'm happy if I see Mister Sang happy too," he insisted. "If my life didn't have a happy Mister Sang in it, then it wouldn't be the same!" He stopped his head bumping to gaze at him. "We are... friends, aren't we? Friends help each other!"

[futuremyopia]

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[tewwor]

The atmosphere shifts alongside them. Hands see by way of eyes, for if he actually glanced at where they lay ... well, this masterfully crafted suit would undoubtedly be reduced to scraps. His throat audibly clicks upon swallowing when Tsuneo slots against his front. Leans so nicely into his touch, luxuriating and encouraging growing boldness.

What did he do to ever deserve such a wonderful partner?

Fingers creep back up to the waistband. Briefly, he skims the side of both thumbs over the textured fabric, skirting around further to land at the small of the man's back. Touch him, the voice of desire whispers, without all the layers — skin to warm skin.

So he listens.

Haruo finally dips beneath elastic and tugs at the thin shirt, rucking it up just enough to slip a hand in. A small breath lifts at the contact, as if relieved. Comforted, for all three seconds before roaming a bit more. "You do look very nice," he emphasizes, words lightly muffled as he presses a kiss to the top of Tsuneo's head. "But I think, um.." More of the shirt becomes undone. More slopes of muscled planes under the greed of his hands. It's enough to drive a man mad. "I think maybe you'd look better without.. it? Right now?"

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"It smells good... is that the new body wash I bought? Haruo-san, everything about you turns me on." He wanted to keep mumbling the verbal love-bombs, but instead he parted his lips to lap at his chest, followed by more smothering of his nose and cheek against the supple breast.

His husband's rising boldness made him so happy. Haruo-san never lied about his eagerness. "Mmm..." he expressed his content with another low purr as a big hand slipped beneath his shirt to explore bare skin. His back muscles tensed and relaxed under it, as though encouraging further groping.

"Thank you, dear. I was starting to feel a bit stifled." He proved his point by bumping their hips lightly together: hot, already hard, no thanks to the brilliant view he got this morning of his spouse lounging in bed. His breathing quickened as lightly tanned skin was revealed to Haruo's passionate eyes; his abs tightening, dark nipples peaking in anticipation.

Tsuneo mustered up the most pleading and docile expression he could manage. Nimble hands freed Haruo's ample chest from their cloth prison, then gave those mounds an encouraging squeeze. "Go on, my darling... show me what you can do."

[mournus]

Kaho's hands were weak in Iwai's, his energy spent on strong, precise movements, his fingers could hardly even curl around his lover. He was almost too embarrassed to look the other in the eye at first, afraid of what the response might be. But then he started to speak. The samurai slowly find the courage to settle his gaze on Iwai's beautiful eyes.

Iwai had read him so clearly. So easily. He was right. Kaho would sacrifice it all for his revenge. Even Iwai himself, if he had to. He was nothing but a vessel for his vengeance, the retribution the killers at his village deserved to face. But he had to wonder. When he spoke of obsession, did he even know what that meant? "What do you think my goal is, Munehisa-chan? What do you think I am obsessed with?"

The samurai smiled, though it was an empty, cold expression. "Are you kicking and screaming as I drag you, or are you following me willingly?"

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"Revenge?" Crazy men were driven by greed and ambition. And then there were deranged men, driven by revenge. Kaho-san might smile and laugh, he might tend to the garden and his arts with calm and grace, he might touch him gently like a precious object, but there was no doubt about his insanity. Despite all this... he chose to stay.

"Apart from that man on the pier, you pick all of your targets with clear intent." Iwai did not say it, but he was also aware of the similarities between the men. He might not have seen the bodies, but the papers and the gossip reveal the ones who had been wiped out. He recognised enough of the names to draw the link.

Kaho's icy smile and vacant eyes sent alarm and dread down his spine. Sooner or later, he will also perish beneath Kaho's sword. That would be a merciful way to go; one that he thought he would not deserve. "If you allow me, I will follow you willingly," he thus responded, hand trembling slightly before he placed it upon Kaho's hot cheek.

With the other, he raised the cup to Kaho's parched lips. "Thank you for performing the dance for me, Kaho-san. You have opened my eyes." Then the cup was replaced with his own lips: a kiss not so much of pleading, but acceptance.

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[escapedartgeek]

Zora was glad that Mito could at least enjoy some of the skill and effort that went into making such a film."Right. And I think that speaks to some serious talent if the visuals can literally transport you into another sense of time and space honestly. I find the.. hand-made touch to be a little charming still.. reminds you that there are very real people involved in the making of such things."

"I have worked on a few films in my day - contributed to the background and layout of a few indie productions. It's a lot of work but it's fun. I've done some weird short films with one of my best friends, Chris too - so that's always been a real treat to experiment with that."

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"So you've done films before, too?" Mito's browse rose, quite impressed. He only knew a little about photography, or shooting day in the life videos for his platforms. Making films was something different entirely - "storyboarding, sound effects, music, lighting... there must be so much involved. I want to learn more to improve my skills, too! Do you think you could teach me, Zora? And um - in return, I could teach you how to sew, if you like!"

Was that a good exchange? Zora was a professional artist and all. He couldn't really offer much else... "Oh, I guess I could also exchange lessons in yummy baking!" He beamed, evidently proud of his baking prowess.

The film credits finished rolling, so they rose from their seats to leave the theater. He thought it was a very good thing to learn different skills from the people around him. Mito was a good student (aside from sports), but he'd rather be taught by someone he knew instead of attending a lesson run by a stranger.

[antioceas]

It was unheard of for a Wish to have desired like this. For a Wish to be substantial. That belonged to the truly living, not the souls born - if one could say that were born at all - to enhance the living's life. Perhaps, if another Wish had seen what was becoming of Candle they would have put a swift stop to it.

"If you would like for me to stop... let me know." They whispered into his mouth, "Your happiness is very important to me." And not just because it was their job. But, because Mito was something more to Candle even if they struggled to place exactly what that was.

"Thank you. Thank you for everything." Candle pulled back only to press a few kisses to the corners of his lips. Each touch of lips to skin left little blooms of warmth across Mito's face. The very air of the room seemed to grow softer and scented fairly of coconut.

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"No, don't - never stop." Mito wished to say that, but imagine if Candle took it literally! Ah - it wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing... "I would be very, very happy if Candle kissed me at least every other minute." He settled for that with a soft smile, continuing to run his palms over the body that felt more warm, more real, than ever. The way they kissed, it was as if the breeze was sweeping through the trees to make the leaves brush upon one another; seemingly endless, each contact unique, irreproducible, and of course - magical.

"I want to thank you, too, Candle. You opened my eyes to many things: like how there is still so much for me to learn about truly understanding another person." Even if said person had not 'been' a person before, until the wish had taken form.

Mito basked in their affection and attention, marveling silently at how the atmosphere seem to shift every now and then. Subtly, to comfort him, but also to adore him. "We have to celebrate today," he hummed after their lips came apart with a soft, satisfying smack. "Would you like to do that, Candle? We could... bake a cake! Oh, should we have champagne?!"

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[mournus]

Pinpirin giggled and spun with glee, happy to share the good news that all hope was not lost! She knew very well the other was excellent at taking care of plants, and that he did so with a genuine heart. For this reason, she had no doubt in her mind that the tree would soon be thriving.

"Really? That's so-so good!" she always felt sad when she heard that his patients were not doing well, "Let me know if-if you want me to make anything-thing!" she could make little healing sweets, but they were only good for small ailments, couldn't cure very much... she was still willing to try.

The question made her blush, looking down, clasping hands behind her back. Oh dear. "Flew..." ah, she shouldn't have come...? "Sorry-sorry I won't come-come again on my own-my own..." and to make matters worse, the terrible feeling of doing the wrong thing made her nervous, and caused her tics to harshen. The mention of children pulled her from those thoughts and she was soon grinning. "Really? I love-love children! I want to-to play with them! Next time I'll join you!"

Oh - she almost forgot! "Are you thirsty? I brought ingredients to make you a-a smoothie."

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How cute! He had never seen someone who expressed their joy in such a carefree way. When she spun, he half expected that she would float into the air and turn back into a butterfly with glitter trailing after her.

"That's very kind of you to offer, Miss Pinpirin. I'll be sure to do that." Junpei had no doubts about Pinpirin's experience in remedies, but it was probably not a good idea to pass these onto the patients, especially human ones... But there was surely no harm in asking her for advice when he was stumped.

He waved his hands quickly, for he didn't mean to make her anxious. "It's only that I wouldn't want someone to see you and think that a stranger had broken in! I'm more than happy to have you here, Miss Pinpirin. My neighbours could be a bit... overly interested in what happens around my yard, that's all." He didn't want to say nosy.

"Yes, the children would love having you there - I'll bring you along tomorrow if you'd like - or the day after that." He pulled up the chairs under the shade for them to have a rest. "Smoothie?" Junpei's brows rose. "I would love one - thank you! I brought back some snacks, actually. We could have that together and enjoy the afternoon sun."

That's the great thing about spring - even after his shifts, he could still enjoy some of the sunlight before heading in for the evening. And now, he even had company.

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[nihiladditaenihilperdidi]

There were too many people, even here, for Rune to have caught those thoughts. He might have laughed. He might have scolded. There was simply no telling. But these were, in fact, high praises. Mito was precious, but he wasn’t fragile, nor was he naïve, he was just… an enigma of goodness. To say he was born of the wrong era was as false as it was true. Another era might have devoured him whole, and the modern world was too modern. Where did someone like this belong?

The old man stared at his gift, running his fingers down the spine, just as Mito had but a moment ago. Where did he expect him to keep this? He knew just the place. It would add a little more life to an apartment in Brooklyn Heights.

“An enormous teddy bear is not the most innocent?” And then, another thought, his lips twitched. “Where does he keep it?”

Well, that expanded their options quite a bit. What oddities could make a stoic man smile? Ah. Idea. He headed for the next stall, turning around in search of anyone selling - there would be no literature on this street. Not the ones he was looking for.

“Does he like books?”

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Mito shook his head. "he used the giant teddy bear in an exorcism. It got quite complicated. It's still in one of the storage room! I think it is fairly harmless now."

He loved spending time in that storage room. Come to think of it, he had only showed Suda-san a glimpse of the treasures that lived upon the shelves and inside drawers. It was only one of many other rooms where intriguing objects were kept... some against their will.

Mito followed him, greeting those stall owners that he knew along the way. One lady with a floral head scarf reminded him to pick up some cuttlefish paste before he leaves - adding them to miso soup made for a wonderful dinner.

"Oh yes, Mikurube-san loves books. He has a huge room that he turned into a library. Asides from all the reference books for remedies and exorcisms and such, I think he's fond of detective novels."

[survivics]

"You don't need to call me Miss, Mutsuki. Just Asra is fine. I'm a witch, honorifics are for the gods."

Adjusting her phone to rest between her should and ear while she wrangles a cursed book into a cabinet, the familiar voice has her laughing breathlessly. The pages snapping at her fingertips before she finally gets it secured. Locking the cabinet with a flick of her hand, she can hear an echo on the side of the line and the undeniable sound of a ghouls moans. Her dark brows furrowing as she hears the undercurrent of fear in Mutsuki's voice.

"I can, but they will know you know about them. Once you have the sight magic marks you for life. It's like coldsores, might not appear all the time but they are always there under your skin waiting for a bad day or a change in weather or a bad kiss."

Listening to the sound, she can hear the increasing anger. The creak of shuttering metal that tells her Mutuski is about to herself into another attack. Whether she wanted to see it or not.

"Can you tell me where you are? Stay quiet and get down low."

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Like coldsores... not the kind of comparison she had been expecting, but it brought a level of humour to the situation. Or perhaps, simply hearing Asra's voice gave her some relief that things will be ok. Hang on, what?! Since when had she been so complacent? Even if this wasn't a kind of problem that she could solve with a few phone calls and curt emails...

The windows of the changerooms started to shudder in their frames. Mutsuki wanted to shudder, too, but she simply shrank further into her corner, trying to remove her rational mind from her body, so that she could still think. "I'm behind the last row of lockers in the women's changing room at Megalos Gym."

She should to ask Asra how to exorcise ghosts, next. What was the point of seeing them when she couldn't get rid of them? Maybe she ought to just ignore them next time. It reminded her of a manga where the heroine was in a similar predicament of being able to see, but had to pretend not to see. Being helpless was one thing, but having to cause someone else inconvenience due to her own carelessness was another...

The windows shook even more violently, but she held her breath and hugged herself tighter.