backyardbbq | Time for SMOOCHES (open CMO post)

[unfortunately, Shujin Academy isn't exactly known for decorating during the Christmas holidays. who the heck knew why. . . maybe they were trying to maintain their no-fun-allowed, everyone-is-kind-of-stuck-up, prestigious prep school reputation? either way, it meant that Akira kiiiiind of had to sneak a little holiday contraband into the school grounds in order to execute his Super Secret Plan (TM)]

[(it's not a super secret plan. he just literally bought some mistletoe from the flower shop at which he works and stuck it into his bag. it's not like it was hard!1)]

[. . . but anyway. the final bell of the day as rung and Akira, being the delinquent he is, has no school clubs to attend. which means he's hanging out near the school entrance, leaning his shoulder against the door frame as he runs his fingers down the strap of his bag and waits for Rin to swing by for their daily walk home]

[this plan? totally foolproof]

[or so he thinks]

Edited 2018-08-24 02:15 (UTC)

[Ozy wasn't sure how or why he was summoned to the current period to work with an exorcist, but he seemed surprisingly unbothered by the idea. Sure, some servants may have had questions or needed to work on getting used to the new world. Ozymandias seemed to, on the other hand, easily slide into life in this new world. It, perhaps, helped that he had such a handsome man to look at while adjusting.

Today, he's sitting in Shiro's apartment, humming lightly and dressed all casual when the door opens and Ozy gets to see his master return home. Laughing loudly as he stayed comfortable, taking up the entire couch.]

Shiro! You were gone for far too long. If you had stayed out a moment longer, I would have to come and hunt you down to take home.

[And he would.]

Are you home for the night now? Or will I be forced to follow you somewhere this time?

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[In so many ways, the Agency is better than the Mafia ever was or could be. Oda's sure he and Atsushi are agreed on that.

However, it's precisely because the members of the Agency care about each other, joke around with each other, and can live happy lives that...]

Mistletoe?

[...he and Atsushi are in this position. Oda's gaze is fixed on the plant hanging innocently on the ceiling above their heads.

He doesn't know whose fault this is, but he's sure they're having a great time right now.]

[She's drunk. It really doesn't matter what kind of booze, but it was a long day that needed a good few drinks to make better. At first chatty and happy to party, for the last few minutes, Shura has been oddly quiet. Something's on her mind.

At last, she speaks:]

Hey. I heard a coupla' guys talkin' on their break, but I didn't hear the end of it. Onna' had a riddle--what's orange and sounds like a parrot?

[A sip of her drink]

I haven't been able to figure it out an' it's botherin' me!

[Shiro has put up with a lot of bullshit in the last few months. Getting seasick for a week straight had been the previous 'worst of the worst', but this? This was a strong contender for that top spot.

Shiro Fujimoto. Eighteen years old, recently freed from a science lab by a doctor who grew a conscience. Gone from Japan to Australia to hide for the rest of his life, because people are going to hunt him down.

And now he has to deal with the wildlife of 'the bush' while living on a shitty farm in the middle of nowhere. And everything is poisonous or venomous. And the sun itself might kill him if he doesn't keep slathering himself in sunscreen.

He's only been at this farm for a day and he's already tired of it.]

Do we have to stay here?

[Sorry Stein, even if your hot girlfriend runs this farm, he's not cool with it.]

[So. During the day of the 19th, many hours before the moon will be a problem, Atsushi will be going over to visit Inaba. Because he's on edge and her presence tends to calm him down.

But today, she's playing a phone game, and he's curious.]

What are you doing?

[This time they're in Atsushi's room, and Atsushi is sitting on his bed. He's mostly-naked, save for his boxers, and there are some tools on the bed next to him. Tools which are making him blush, because boy does he have plans for them.

But before he can address those, he has to speak to Inaba first. He has to make sure this is still okay, because he needs reassurance that she wants this.]

Are you sure you just want to watch?

[ It was nice of Chief Fuuga to let them stay a few days after.....the Incident. Especially considering some of the civilians weren't entirely ready to let bygones be bygones about the whole "attacking Wind Tribe members because they were under a glamour spell disguised as Faceless" thing, despite Fuuga vouching for them. People will be people, Azura guesses. She can't blame them for being wary about her group after they almost killed their tribesmen.

So she doesn't leave their lodgings very often, but tomorrow's the day they're leaving for Izumo to talk with Duke Izana. At present, they've got...Sakura and her retainers, Kaze, Rinkah, and Fuuga's adoptive son, who oh-so-graciously volunteered to come with them to be their "aid" for their quest. She has her doubts about how one sorcerer is going to help, but hey--the more the merrier, with their laughably tiny army.

The Wind Tribe isn't really easy on the eyes--cliffs and ropes and rocks, but it has a simplistic feeling to it that she supposes people might find appealing. It's that sort of thinking she's absorbed in while she takes a walk about the grounds, not looking where she's going.

So in the world's most cliche meeting, she bumps right into someone walking across her path. ]

Ow--!

[ and then. she sees it's a man from the Wind Tribe, and she fumbles to put her lance aside, because she wants to appear as nonthreatening as possible. ]

...I'm quite sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going.

[ the only reasons oda invited ango to his place were because it was nearby and because it’s late. other than that, he would have preferred to go to either ango’s latest hotel room or to part ways, rather than show him the small apartment that he called home.

nevertheless, he opens the door, his deadpan face doing a good job of hiding his embarrassment. ]

Sorry for the mess. I didn’t have time to clean up...

[ not that there’s a big mess in the first place. the most notable thing are books that are piled around the book case that is incredibly full, and maybe a few empty cups that were waiting to be washed. ]

I don’t have much either but... we could watch a movie if you’d want. Or maybe I could make coffee. [ he shrugs. ] Whatever you’d like.

GIVE ME RIN

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I haven't played BEAST Oda before so please forgive me

for watanuki probably?? unless you want to throw someone else at her

FOR STEIN

LEN GET IN HERE

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