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[cooperatively]

[One bright afternoon after Kate’s party, Izo will get a call. And, surprise, it’s Kitten!]

Hey, Mr. Manslayer.

[There’s a rustle.]

Where are you staying?

[hitokiri]

You can drop the 'mister'. Sounds weird.

[ there's a longer pause. ]

Why's it matter where I'm stayin'?

[cooperatively]

Alright, Manslayer.

[More rustling, as if they’re gesturing while they talk.]

And because I’m gonna do something for you, so I kinda need to know.

🔥

[hitokiri]

[ ooc; continued from here. ]

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[ izō's breath hitches, and his muscles tense at ryouma's touch, darkening the blush already colouring his cheeks because it's much too obvious a reaction for him to cover. his brows furrow, and there's a rumbling in his chest like a growl before he reaches with his free hand to tug the band out of ryouma's ponytail.

he probably could have been kinder about it, but he's not, although as much as he wants to get his hands in it, izō's touch itself is more gentle. tentative, even, because he isn't sure. his stubborn, almost competitive streak and the part of him that feels a need to seek approval meeting somewhere in the middle and it's not very subtle, in any case. internal conflicts aside, it seems he's willing to tolerate plenty. ]

[amakakeru]

[ With a roughly as Izō had pulled his hair loose, he'd half-expected him just to yank on it after that. The gentle touch is a surprise, enough to draw a pleased little groan from him. Rougher would've been just fine, too, but this is good for now.

He pulls back a little, catching Izō's lower lip between his teeth for a moment. ]

Feels good...Keep it up.

[ A little bit of praise for him to encourage him to be a little more sure of himself.

He brings his attentions elsewhere by trailing kisses along his jawline and down to his throat while his hand stays busy caressing lines of muscle beneath his kimono. Sharp nips punctuate the kisses, his desire getting the better of him right now. If Izō doesn't like it, he'll surely let him know. ]

[hitokiri]

[ izō will also let ryouma know what he does like, whether he plans to or not, judging by the breathy whine that escapes him and the near-instantaneous embarrassment that registers in his expression afterwards. all over a little bit of praise.

even so, he shifts closer anyway, letting his head fall back to give ryouma better access. his grip tightens a little each time he feels ryouma's teeth against his skin, sighing out needy little moans despite himself. there's something about it — maybe because ryouma's so gentle otherwise or perhaps just in knowing without question that he's wanted — that makes him want to encourage it. izō finally releases his grip on ryouma's wrist, needing that hand to start fumbling with the stupid buttons on ryouma's stupid western shirt instead. or tries to, at least, because he'd probably frustrate himself attempting it sober, let alone as he is right now. ]

text; un: tartaglia

[commediadellanime]

[Some day he will reach the right person... Some day.]

do you think it's okay for a god to just abandon their duties?

[hitokiri]

can they even do that?







who the fuck is this anyway

[commediadellanime]

oh.
this is childe.

and i know a god who did exactly that, so yeah.
they can just do that.
but i'm still not sure i can understand it, exactly.

text; un: j.porter

[cantgetanyworse]

You left your hoodie behind.
I'm keeping it.
You can fight me for it if you want it back.

[And then, only a few seconds later.]

THAT WAS NOT FOR YOU IZŌ JUST DELETE IT

[hitokiri]

nope too late its mine now

hehe

[cantgetanyworse]

Well this is embarrassing.

text; un: manslayer

[morns]

think you've got my phone.

( given that she doesn't remember her phone being registered to the username manslayer for one. )

[hitokiri]

WHAT THE FUCK GIVE IT BACK

[morns]

( hmm... that was the initial plan, yes. )

sure.

( don't get comfortable, manslayer, because the next text is coming. )

what's with the photos of Rider?

Text; anon

[corpsewarblade]

[A little while after this talk, Mukuro will be sending a PM to Mr. Manslayer himself.]

I hear you wanted a fight.

Ikusaba
🔪

[hitokiri]

hehe yeah thats right
figure u gotta be a decent challenge to go round being called ultimate soldier

[corpsewarblade]

And you sound decently capable yourself.

Where/when? Or do you have other tactics in mind?

[He was an assassin, right? Would he try to ambush her, somehow?]

birthday times!!

[amakakeru]

[ The 14th comes sooner than Ryouma had planned for. As promised, he made sure he wasn't going to be busy and even closed the detective agency for the day -- that last part isn't exactly remarkable, given that the hours are so irregular. He also made sure Izō was out of the house, keeping him busy with tasks for one of the cases they'd been working on.

By the time Izō returns, the scents of dinner being cooked hang in the air. Curry was an extremely new import in their time, which is the exact reason Ryouma chose to make it. It's still novel -- that and the ingredients are easy to get this time of year. Ryouma peeks his head out of the kitchen to call out to him. ]

Okaeri! I'm almost done in here, so wait at the table for me.

[ While the detective agency is more western in its presentation, he's done his best to keep their living areas more Japanese, at least as much as they're capable of. A low table in what serves as their dining area with floor cushions is familiar. Familiarity in an unfamiliar world is comforting, after all. ]

[hitokiri]

[ it's still a little odd to come home to the smell of dinner cooking and knowing it's not because he's squatting in some shitty apartment above a restaurant. not at all a bad feeling, just something he's not used to. he didn't mind the work either — better to be busy than the alternative — and he worked up an appetite, so it's quite welcome. maybe he could get used to this after all..? ]

Yeah? Well, don't drop nothin'.

[ because he has two capable hands and can carry things, but ryouma wants him to sit instead...

izō does appreciate the little, familiar things even if he's not saying so; he's doing his best to adapt to western style but on some things he's very set in his ways. why fix what ain't broken?

as he settles at the table, it's debatable if he even remembers exactly what day it is. it's only necessary to mind the full moon and it's not like he can't just look up to see when that's going to happen. otherwise, time is fake. ]

Feb 14th

[cantgetanyworse]

[A courier comes by Izō's place in the early afternoon of February fourteenth, carrying a small box and a letter.

The box contains a dozen chocolate bourbon caramel truffles, and the letter is a polite request from Jane to have Izō join her for dinner some time. Her treat!

She also sent a card wishing him happy birthday.]

The Missing Mindful quest

[amakakeru]

[ There they stand before the doors of the Realms of Restoration & Relaxation. People are going missing and how perfect is that for a would be detective! It's right up Ryouma's alley.

The trouble is he has no idea what either of them are getting into. ]

Well, no need to dally. Let's go in, shall we?

[ Ryouma's in good spirits, as always. It's a new adventure and sure to not be at all compromising! ]

[hitokiri]

Yeah, a'ight...

[ it seems that having an extended amount of time getting to avoid anything especially terrible happening at least has izō in an agreeable mood for the moment. he still squints at ryouma's happy expression though. ]

Better be payin' attention. Ain't here for a good time.

[ this is him anticipating a bad time. he's not usually wrong??? ]

text; un: didnot. 🙃

[morns]

( okay, so it's not so much a text as it is an alert. a pop up from the Camelot Banking App, sent at 5.50 am. And whatever Izō thinks it might be? It isn't.

Transfer:
100,000 gold
from Katherine Jane Galloway

(yeah, the fact the Camelot Banking App has her government name annoys her, too.) Remember that conversation from a while back? Where Kate said you could have her money if she went?

Well, she hasn't disappeared, but the money sitting there, waiting for Marc's arrival? She doesn't need it any more. )

[hitokiri]

oi
the fuck is this shit???







u better answer this or ill fuckin kill u

[ a pointless threat to make to someone you think has potentially vanished but what else is he supposed to think??? he's never been so concerned about receiving money randomly. ]