Healing Seams

[Text to Shiki ]

I’m by the fabric store. Did you still want me to pick up that fleece?

#Still waiting for you to reply to the wasabi thread coughsexcusescoughs #I wanna see a reply before the end of 2015 pls #heyphones #1L;

[Text to Neku]

Yeah, please do.

Movie Night. || Otoya & Shiki

Upon getting word that her old friend Otoya was in town, Shiki invited him over on his day off to hang out. She had wanted to hang out with him a ton of times before upon realizing they were back in the same vicinity of each other, but there were many obstacles that got in the way - whether it be fans, paparazzi, or even his own work. Either way, now she was inviting him back to her home like old times and they could finally have a semblance of privacy.

Or whatever semblance there could be with noisy siblings and two excited parents around.

Dropping down the movie she had picked out on her bedroom floor, she sighed and leaned against her bed frame. It had been years since they had last been able to do something like this. She obviously knew that he had become successful in the dream she had supported him in, with all the promotions around town and whatnot (she was guilty of even buying some of his merchandise, which were now conveniently hidden in one of her desk drawers). He knew what she had been up to as well, with her gaining more friends.

As she sat contemplating this, she heard her brother Ren yell up the stairs. “Shiki! Otoya’s here.” She scrambled up, with her little sister and brother calling “Nee-chan! Otoya-nii’s here!” as she walked into the hall.

“I heard you, shush.” she bopped their heads affectionately before joining Ren at the door, where her close friend stood.

“Hey. Come on in.” she softly urged, petite digits tugging on his arm.

#stringharmony #;A; ahhh cuties! anyways here it is - long overdue hahaha

We’re all in this together

Oh no. Oh no. It was the first round, come on. “T-that’s…” He would very much like to say unfair, but it wasn’t against the rules of the game… Cue resigned sigh. Well, so much for eating curry later on, his taste buds will probably be numb by the time Shiki came around with the food.

Picking up a piece of wasabi with a grimace, he quickly shoved it onto his mouth in hopes swallowing it wouldn’t be so bad–

“…” Oh dear lord its spicy.

One glass of water and manly tears later.

“Ugh….” Never again… If he could help it. Shiki seriously needed to hurry- why did he suggest this game again? “Never have I ever,” he trailed off, looking around briefly before his face lit up with a wide grin “Played the piano” There we go.

#waste of food neku pls you get to eat while playing #but it seems otoya has other ideas for fuck's sake otoya why do you think there's a whole plate of gyoza #this is why you're going down omg #heyphones #stringharmony #hoshinocomposer #thread; we're all in this together #multi;

At the same time, Shiki was simmering the curry, humming to herself. Everything seemed relatively peaceful as the trio in the living room started up a game (and to her hearing, Haruka was being particularly clever). But then out of nowhere, there was a strangled cry. Shiki looked up from the pot, only to jump back in shock as Otoya slumped on the counter, gasping for water with tears in his eyes.

“O-Otoya?!! H-Hold on!” And the curry was left on its own for a second as Shiki hurriedly prepared a glass of cold water. “W-What’s gotten into you?!” Her worried expression turned into one of pure disbelief as she heard they were using wasabi.

“Why did you use wasabi?! Use the gyoza for-- HEY!” Shiki bristled as Otoya was now gone and getting revenge on his petite pianist. She winced as she watched the girl bring up a wasabi piece to her mouth, and...

Needless to say, Shiki was constantly preparing cold water glasses after that. “I SAID USE THE GYOZA! You can’t eat dinner if you keep this up! Are you trying to make your girlfriend faint, Otoya?! Neku, drink; don’t just sit there and bear it! UGH!”

We’re all in this together

To absolutely no one’s surprise (or at least, no one that has known him long enough), once his favorite dish was mentioned his whole face lit up in delight, moving almost as if by reflex. Otoya hugged Shiki from where he could, looking much like a koala by hugging her from the side, still sitting on the Loveseat “Shikiiiiii~”

Momentarily ignoring his fellow redhead pleas to let go, the idol continued to affectionately nuzzle his friend from the side– or at least, until the Curry was threatened.

“Mou… Alright, but don’t drop it!” huffs, reluctantly letting her go.

Moving aside to let the composer sit down, this time readhead #1 turned to the only other guy in the room “Three’s a crowd” a shrug “Four is good enough for a party” and limit to video game number of companions on average.

Frown, lips curling down automatically along with his hand– which incidentally, was about to grab something from the plate “But I wasn’t–” … Might as well “Or I wasn’t” cue Otoya grin ™.

“Let’s start with ‘Never have I ever’, you know the game right?” American traditions have spread far and wide, huh “Instead of the usual, we can use wasabi as a substitute though” He looks quite pleased with his suggestion.

#LMAOOO #Neku jfc Shiki wouldn't be serving the gyoza without warning if it had wasabi in it #stringharmony #heyphones #hoshinocomposer #multi;#thread; we're all in this together

“Whoah!” Shiki gasped as she was suddenly pulled from the side and hugged - by Otoya. “Otoya, let go! Oi, are you even listening to me?” Shiki sighed in irritation as the guitarist continued to nuzzle her waist affectionately. “Let go or I will drop the curry on your head instead of letting you eat it.”

“I didn’t do anything to the gyoza, Neku!” Shiki exclaimed as Otoya let her go, rolling her eyes. “I was just saying...” She inwardly huffed. Neku could be such a... “Don’t worry Otoya you can eat the gyoza; it’s not rigged.”

Turning to return to the kitchen, Shiki stopped and looked back at Haruka, who had offered to help. “No, it’s alright, Haruka. You’re a guest, so please make yourself comfy and not worry about dinner.” Smiling, she headed back into the kitchen.

We’re all in this together

In contrast of his companion, Otoya here stepped inside without a care in the world “We’re here~!” one friendly wave later “Thanks for having us” He does have manners, after all.

“Really? Great! What are we having? Oh and- I brought some stuff for later” Nerf guns, water pistols, his guitar case (important)— among other things, for one.

Placing the backpack and his case to lean on he wall, the trio of redheads soon settled down on the living room. Now all they had to do was wait for Shiki to join them and-

Blink.

“Ano sa…” he began absent mindlessly, as if the thought had only occurred him just then “What are we doing first?” Thinking back on it, the only time he had done this before was back in Middle school– with a full male party. What do you do on a mixed sleepover?

#redheadslumberparty #im fuckign #the NERF GUNS #oToya u goin' dooOOWWN #stringharmony #heyphones #hoshinocomposer #thread; we're all in this together #multi;

“Your favorite.” Shiki simply replied as she turned to go back into the kitchen. “You caught me while I was in the middle of prepping it.”

Bringing out a plate of gyoza, Shiki shrugged, eyeing the armory of things her childhood friend had with him. “We could play some of those party games for a bit - I’ve got the food for it. But count me out as I have to prepare dinner.” Even if it came out nonchalantly, Shiki seemed to be on the same level as Otoya when it came to fun.

We’re all in this together

threadseason -> heyphones -> hoshinocomposer

“Uwaa, It’s been so long since I have slept somewhere else…” Pause, rewind- that sounds wrong. Or it was just his imagination, hopefully it would be the latter and his companion wouldn’t notice “S-since we had roommates and all–”

One last flight of stairs later, and a couple of minutes trying to remember the door number, the redhead duo stood in front of the door “O-kay! I think this is it” cue knocking.

#I TRIED TO KEEP IT DOWN #GREAT TITLE LMAO #stringharmony #heyphones #hoshinocomposer #thread; we're all in this together #multi;

Shiki stood in the kitchen, hands encased in plastic gloves and dipping pork cutlet into a prepared panko mixture. She was in charge of making the food for today’s sleepover, while Neku was in charge of making sure everything was clean and organized for their visitors (since unfortunately, the orange-haired partner was pretty bad at cooking).

As she had finished the last pork cutlet and set the food aside for frying later, there was a knock on the apartment door. Shiki quickly took off her gloves and threw them in the trash, hurrying to the front door. “Coming!” Her hands flew across the locks and opened the door to reveal friendly faces. “Hey!”

That Nickname.

“I thought you might have fixed the collar or something. I don’t know what you guys do with rags like these.” Neku sealed the box and tossed it aside, making a mental note to discard it later.

“’scuse you.” He then turned to face Shiki once again: his eyes narrowing at the reference to his horrible taste in fashion. “I thought you left that nickname behind.”

#dIDNT I TELL U IT WAS AN AFFECTIONATE NAME #jeebus u know i love u ok pls #heyphones

“Uh...” Shiki wasn’t sure what to say; should she be offended that he called the dress a rag? Granted, it wasn’t the best of clothes, but it certainly wasn’t a rag either...

“What?” Shiki blinked, but she sighed as she saw Neku had taken personal offense to the term. “I was referring to the clothing, not you!”

That Dress.

“Hmhm.” Bewilderment replaced the skepticism in his eyes. Her response seemed genuine, but if it wasn’t her, then who could it be? Beat doesn’t normally enter those stores, Rhyme wouldn’t have a reason to do this (not that the two were close to begin with), and Joshua— hell, he’d probably appear with the dress on. As Neku ruled out the possibilities, his confusion grew. Am I being punk’d?

“I wonder who it could be.”

#whatstaysintheUGstaysintheUG #and ew ikr i had that when i first worked w/ the update and I was so annoyed #it no longer does auto html correctly at the end so you have to manually do it #heyphones #Para;

“Yeah, that’s like, really weird....” Shiki opened the box only to grimace at the contents. Unfortunately, the person who sent the dress had somewhat of a bad...taste.

“I can’t believe you thought I sent this! It’s kind of...horrible.” Shiki finished lamely, trying hard not to offend the sender. “No, really. It’s spicy tuna rolls all over again.”

outofthread; I might make a new indie RP blog! Well, it’ll be in the otome fandoms, but I might make a promo banner for Shiki and Deuce along the way...I need to catch up with the times otl.

#and the lingo too omg #like what is selective pLS TELL ME XD;;#I was thinking of foraging into the FF XV fandom but like #so many are already there #and I can't even play Episode Duscae so pROMPTO WONT EVEN BE PROMPTO CRIES #ooc;

That Dress.

“Shiki… did you buy a dress and have it delivered to my place? Because I sure as hell didn’t order one.” [/hands over unwrapped box containing said dress]