[ It's a lovely day at the Valentia, isn't it? Takasugi's probably downstairs eating his not-as-lovely breakfast. Rinne doesn't wake up early enough to know the man's full schedule, but he does know that pretty much everyone's done with breakfast by 9 to 10 am, which gives him the best window of arriving before Takasugi leaves.
So Rinne's here, up as early as he can be. His secondhand guitar case is slung over his shoulder while he looks like a clueless idiot loitering around the first floor and pretending to text. He almost looks younger like this, not knowing left from right yet giddy from excitement all the same.
When he spots the man he's looking for, a switch seems to flip. That crass personality from before returns at full force. He slings a friendly arm over his shoulders and pulls him in. His hold is strong and tight. ]
Yooo, Prez! Looks like someone didn't kill those crows today♪ Hey, is that your shamisen? Nice! Anyone ever tell ya you look way too handsome today? Way too free, too. You're still way too broke, aincha? Gyahahaha, that's our Sugisugi for ya!
[ Which he hopes are all very, very distracting words to hear as he starts hauling Takasugi's ass out of the lobby and into the streets. ]
( he doesn't have a moment to brace himself before getting caught. not with that firm grip steering him forcefully, and not when the presence of a strong life pressing fingertips into his shoulder makes the scattered hints of something different linger at the back of his mind. it's a little startling, the way takasugi's cooler skin warms slightly like it'd been looking forward to the same touch in the same place.
startling, and frustrating, to be taken off-guard again so easily.
takasugi lets it roll off him, though, tugging at the band of his shamisen strap to make sure it hasn't offset any on his back. )
Never a dull moment when you're around, huh, Amagi-kun. Still, "Sugisugi"? Tell me that's not going to be my stage name. But I guess, if we're going to take to the stage and make this a real hit, we ought to go all out and get crazier with it. How about styling your name to match mine? Like, ... "Rin-Rin", or something... maybe.
( before he can throw out any more silly suggestions to get his nickname changed, takasugi takes notice of the guitar case, and his one visible eye sparkles brighter than the sunlight filtering through the trees that occasionally line the city streets on the way to the park. it's his turn to lean in, giddy over the fact that they're really doing this thing. )
Oh?! I knew I could count on you. It's a real piece of junk, judging from the bag alone, but I suppose state-of-the-art equipment would take a fatter stack of cash than what I won from that exercise Patho-Gen tossed on our laps a while back. Hell, I'll have to give you a... raise, or I would, if I were actually capable of running a label or any sort of company right now.
[ It's Rinne's turn to look away, choosing to watch the busy shop windows and the road ahead. What is it they say about never meeting your heroes? As Takasugi leans in and does far too much to satisfy Rinne's curiosity, maybe there's some truth to that. Still, he's not here to make this awkward! As they talk and walk toward the park entrance, Rinne's arm stays draped over Takasugi's shoulders. ]
Label shmabel. Don't sweat the small stuff, Prez. The way I see it, we're two broke guys just tryna get by. Rinrin just likes gettin' bossed around, that's all. [ lie ] Gyahaha! We sound like a couple of pandas. But don't get the wrong idea. Just 'cause I'm nice about it now doesn't mean I ain't gonna want compensation later!
Besides, we don't always need cash to have fun. The world would be pretty boring if we did.
( so much for trying to trying to embarrass rinne.
but even having a small rug like that pulled out from under him gets takasugi's mouth to quirk into a smile, and then a laugh. )
Hahaha! Right you are! Cutting open a path with literally nothing to our name means we're selling the dream itself. A dream where success or failure really hinges on how we grip them. Not that I've got much doubt on the matter, after hearing that sample of yours. Well, that, and the fact that I could turn things around in an instant by sheer will alone, I bet.
( not to rub in rinne's talent again, but. takasugi's just calling it like it is.
there's a light breeze as things eventually open up to the much larger park near their district, and takasugi feels the back of his neck stand with the chill. or at least, he thinks that's what it is. he stalls the both of them before they enter, sandaled feet stuck promptly to the cobblestone underneath. )
[Rinne grows quiet. Now he's embarrassed. Pretty and uplifting as his words sound, Takasugi doesn't have to bring Rinne's talent up when it has nothing to do with success. Assuming otherwise was Rinne's first mistake. When their victory hinges on what amounts to luck, Rinne can't help but feel scared and uneasy about the future.
It is nice though, to have someone who believes in himself as much as he believes in you. That's why Rinne even agreed to anything at all. If gods exist to give people happiness, then Rinne thinks he's getting that happiness already, even just a little bit.]
[The question catches Rinne off-guard. Is it like Takasugi to ask like a kind old lady showing some hospitality? ...That's not how he asked, but Rinne feels the concern all the same.
Well, Rinne is not about to make Gramps worry!]
Now why would I let my business partner do that?
[Niki didn't get the chance to feed or eat with Rinne today, so maybe Rinne ate a nutribar. Whatever. When Rinne sets his sights on one thing, he's too excited to think about anything else. Not the grass calling to him, nor the reluctance to let go of Takasugi when his own cowardice wants to pull away.]
Over there!
[His hand moves down to grab Takasugi's wrist and drag him to a nice, cool, and quiet spot in the shade. Rinne's strides are big, but careful.]
Try to keep up, Prez. I don't want ya crampin' my style!
( rinne dodges the question so effortlessly, so flawlessly, that takasugi wishes he had a moment to gently knee him from behind. that's supposed to be his thing, okay? having it turned around on him feels a little like glancing in a mirror.
and besides, a god's supposed to cultivate harmony with their "followers", yeah? not that he really is one, or at least not right now, but he's got reasons for asking beyond polite concern. this could be his make-or-break event for easily connecting with the people, an impulsive avenue that many of the other augmented weren't likely to take, and takasugi's seen enough men die on the streets as their domains turned against them.
he isn't about to let their candles get snuffed out so easily in this new land, and especially not when he was still discovering what it needed of him.
that said, as he's dragged across the grass and under the dappling light of the trees, the park makes him feel... lighter, to the point where he isn't as annoyed at being tugged around. when they stop, he wrenches free, looking a deal more lively than he did days ago in his room. )
You sure do whatever the hell you want, don't you? Not that I entirely mind it. Life's more fun when you least expec—
( ... oh? he jabs a finger towards the distance. )
Take a look over there, Amagi-kun. They're chasing each other. Is this where the people of this city have their secret trysts, you think?
( he's oddly hyped about it, hefting the shamisen off his shoulder to start tuning it. )
[ Rinne glances out of curiosity—he can't help it—only to whip his head back at lightning speed in the Takasugi's direction. Down goes the man's arm, and quickly, too. As much as he loves a gamble, Rinne doesn't want to risk getting caught!
Caught doing what? Well, he's shy. He's supposed to be the one making vulgar remarks around here. Is this what he puts everyone through? ]
Don't point at 'em, you—! Anyone ever teach ya how to mind your own business? You're giving the 27 Club a bad name. Jeez... No matter where I go, these city people get so shameless.
[ And Rinne can't explain why, but when his eyes trace the glistening sweat as it rolls down their flushed skin, when the wind presses their clothes into tight silhouettes against the sunlight, he begins to imagine the pulse beneath their flesh. How his teeth could sink into it.
His jaw tightens. ]
Sit. [ Like Takasugi's an unruly subordinate. Rinne does the same on one of the benches. ] Hell yeah I do whatever I want. Are we here to jam or what?
[ He cracks his case open. Inside, resting in worn velvet, is an old guitar scuffed at the edges, fretboard smoothed by calloused fingers. It reminds him of the one he played on street corners when rent was due — when the music was all that wouldn't fail him. ]
Loosen up a little. It's not like they're actually going to spot us. They're too busy indulging in the—
( he, too, is distracted. or has been, since the moment he lay eyes on them from across this field of jade that ripples occasionally like a picturesque wave.
it's not like he's that sort of voyeur or anything, but there’s something thrilling about the chase. it makes takasugi's throat itch for a breath, as if he’s been holding it without even realizing it. it's so suddenly enticing, almost like he’s anticipating the moment when either side will rip into the other, their fingers grazing skin to draw back stripes of red.
the thought of it springs out of nowhere, or from somewhere deep down, but the stupid grin on his face subsides when he hears that firm "sit", bringing him back to reality. takasugi's gaze sweeps over rinne with an unassumed sigh. )
... throes of spring, as it were, and we're supposed to be learning what we can. Obviously they'd come somewhere less crowded to handle their business, given how stupidly repressed they all seem to be. It's like we just stumbled upon a hidden achievement without even trying. ... Anyhow, who's in charge here?
( he says while literally taking that seat upon the grass, seemingly unconcerned with getting stains on his clothing.
all it takes is a pluck or two for takasugi to check out the instrument, tilting his neck slightly to the side once he’s satisfied with the sound. it feels as natural as breathing, this, and before long, his strums carry him away into the sound. there's an odd elegance about him while he crafts the backbeat of their music, eyes closed and a bead of sweat running down his cheek. maybe it's because he's not talking for once. )
Edited (nm he needs to yap more) Date: 2025-04-07 02:49 pm (UTC)
[ As the spring breeze scatters petals across the park, the cold shock of Takasugi's profile strikes Rinne like lightning. Rinne isn't usually drawn to melodies like this—not by fond memory or foreign mystique. But when Takasugi plays his shamisen, it's as if he's pouring his very soul into the strings, creating a sound that is potent and perfectly his. That's what draws Rinne in once again—Takasugi's vibrant, unshakeable spirit.
Having the chance to watch such a historical performance up close is so exciting, Rinne thinks he might just have to bite Takasugi for another—
He shakes the thought off his mind. What's wrong with him today? Is his hunger so bad that he can't concentrate? He has to focus. He had a boss to impress, and Niki's done more for him while running on less.
Rinne joins in with his guitar, following the rhythm as he gives it body and color with his own sound. He doesn't know how he looks with an acoustic guitar now, not when his new persona barely calls for it. If anything, playing for a crowd is something he's used to. Just focus on the strings, Rinne tells himself, and be grateful that song is the only thing you can draw from them.
When the song ends, Rinne looks up at him almost expectantly. Was he good? No, was he fun? He hates it when he's like this, eyes softening like he's a puppy. Complimenting Takasugi plainly would drive him into a corner, and Rinne doesn’t want to get empty praise after begging for it. He should crack a joke instead. Play dumb, play it cool, anything to put them in a situation where they don't have to talk about it. ]
Yo, you sure you don't wanna swap seats? Ain't no way you wanna mess up your fit this early.
Worried for me? That's kind of cute. But it's nothing a visit to a professional dry cleaner won't fix, and it's a boss's job to have their subordinates back, don't you think? I'll come out cooler for it.
( his heart might've been dry this morning, but now it sings amidst the sound of their separate melodies gradually coming to harmony, like a bird in the trees.
takasugi can't remember the last time he felt this enthusiastic about music. he's typically playing alone, even among a crowd—for his comrades who sought solace as they discussed their plans well into the night, and for the soldiers that walked past him to their deaths, until eventually, he ended up with hardly anyone left to listen beyond his mistress and the insects that thought they could seek comfort in that miserable sickbed of his.
but rinne chases every note, glancing so pitifully at him, that takasugi can't help but feel excited. a younger man, who's too "curious for his own good", or whatever he'd said. he'll have to give him a head-pat or two, or... or do something more normal for him, after this. like take him out drinking, with the empty hole in his pocket. maybe finally ask why he bothered with that stupid drunken act of his, and—
as the small crowd approaches closer, takasugi flashes rinne a playful grin, plucking a little more erratically in an attempt to show off.
a grin that vanishes mid-twang as a rock sails past them, accompanied by a decry from somewhere in the back: "show a little more respect and keep the noise levels down in our beautiful park!". )
[The music starts again. Once more, Rinne chases him. He's quick to adapt to any song Takasugi throws at him, knowing when to match his pace, which progressions to play. He keeps his hands steady on the rhythm Takasugi lays down for him, but secretly, they itch to play something that will change their set entirely. He can't shake what Takasugi told him, see? Supporting his subjects is what a monarch is supposed to do. Takasugi does come out cooler for it. But Rinne's never had the support of someone older, and he can't decide if he should leave it or lean in. His gaze flickers towards the man, half-expecting a frown of critique, a smirk at his compliance, or worse, indifference.
But Takasugi isn't analyzing. He’s improvising. A quick tug lifts the corner of Takasugi's mouth—a smile.
Rinne snorts. What a show-off! But the brazen melody reawakens something within Rinne. Not permission—he doesn't give a damn about permission—but encouragement, he thinks. Takasugi is enjoying this, and Rinne can't help but smile back.
Then it happens.
Noise, they said?
It's been weeks since that concert. It was easier when the first stone cast was his own. It was a water bottle he'd positioned at just the right angle to fall on him when the time came. After that, the hate came pouring. He could accept that. All it did was confirm a truth he already knew. He was a deviant, a monster. Someone society could never take into the fold.
But when someone takes Takasugi's smile and tells him the same, Rinne's blue eyes flash red. The fire within him starts to burn.]
Gyahahaha! Look, Prez. We got haters already!
[Then, to the crowd:] Can't you just be happy we ain't fuckin' in the fields? Ya sick freaks! I don't care who died and made ya king of the park. We'll do as we damn please!
[Rinne flashes his middle finger at their audience. He expects shock, but what he doesn't anticipate is the fear. Their faces contort into horror as his hands transform into monstrous claws and show everyone the beast that has begun to take hold.]
takasugi catches a whiff of it on the breeze before seeing it in their faces, a strange shudder of realization passing through his body—another sign that he's changing.
but he's not too concerned about their complaints when it comes to the noise, even if it's annoying. he's confident they'll adapt to it, and maybe even come to appreciate it, where it's not as if he'd been ignorant to the judgmental looks from some of the lower class who viewed them as a misuse of resources. with a little time and patience, something that's never been his strong suit, they'll see the light and come around. by then, they'll have their routine down, and maybe even jotted down some lyrics that suit rinne's bold tones. a folk song, maybe. did he learn those up north, under those strict parents of his?
however bad things get, what's important is to make something interesting out of it. )
Whining comes naturally to those who feel powerless in front of change. That's all.
( it's his turn to be a smart-ass, the sharp twang of each pluck on his shamisen gradually coming to stall.
he looks up, wanting to see the disrespectful smirk on rinne's face to match the voice, and finally realizes what a part of the crowd has been staring and pointing at. like a creature let loose in the woods, he's starting to shift. but before takasugi can make a move to rise to his feet, or step in front of him—
he notices another tossed arm, another rock headed their way.
this one, aimed right at rinne and his defiance. )
( the rock sailing through the air, wrapped in paper.
the calm in takasugi dissipating as entirely unrelated incidents flash through his mind.
or, unrelated as far as his memory may want him to believe, the final moments of his friends and his mentor playing out in his mind during the quiet moments of his prison cell ages ago. all those incidents he was powerless to prevent, marked by grief and anger. and maybe it's selfish of him to think of them right now and use that grief to fuel him, but the thought of rinne maybe taking a fatal blow right now while they were sitting in a place of peace and supposed contentment, to imagine blood cracking on his face in lines like bark almost makes him go pale.
but right now, he can do something.
he can quickly push up from his knees, faster than an average human, and swing his shamisen in a wide arc like a baseball bat to strike that rock with a loud CLANG.
it whips through branches and into the great beyond, his face contorting despite a grin as if he's trying to keep from biting down too hard on the unexpectedly sharp teeth rowing his mouth. deep breaths, takasugi. a couple in the crowd who'd been enjoying the act are seeking out the perpetrator, while others whisper "can you be charged for acts against an augmented like that?" to each other. )
Anyone else wanna give that a shot? We're got plenty of energy for more up here. Don't be shy.
[ Rinne's heartbeat drowns out the din of the crowd. The hand before him is grotesque and unfamiliar. This isn't what he fought Elan with. At the time, he had strong legs and lace wings. As with the insects he and Hiiro would spoil every summer, everything that filled his senses until now had been sticky and sweet. These aren't hands for plucking fruit. They twitch at the scent of fear as they seek for something to tear into.
The Amagis claimed to be descendants of gods or... whatever farce his ancestors fed their people long ago. He never believed a word of it, but when the crowd recoils, memories he'd long buried since come back to the surface: villagers scurrying past him, elders murmuring when they think he can't hear, and his brother looking at him with what he can only recognize as pity. No one dared to stay by his side. All they saw was a god to be worshipped or a beast to be feared. The stone cast at him scares him to death, but it only seems right.
Right. What's right was the only thing that ever really mattered.
Then, the sound of metal swinging at something hard. A home run? Rinne looks up and finds his protector right in front of him. ]
Prez...?
[ Not only that, but the crowd... is bothered? On their behalf? The sentiment is so foreign that he almost wants to pinch himself to make sure! But if there were even a couple of people enjoying the show—
No, if even just Takasugi was enjoying the show, then shouldn't that be enough for Rinne to keep playing? ]
[ The strum of his guitar cuts through the air, signaling the end of this short intermission and the start of their next song. In between, the Shift. His claws scrape awkwardly across the fretboard, making each chord a struggle. The throbbing pain of his sprouting fox ears is going to kill him if he doesn't scream. But dammit, the show must go on! ]
Drop it, Prez. I know I'm your damsel in distress, but quit swingin' your shamisen around. [ He flashes him a quick, cocky grin. ] Let's show this crowd what they've been missing!
[ On his acoustic guitar, Rinne starts playing a song that is probably only funny to Takasugi, especially as he starts to rap.............. ]
they slash through takasugi's moment of inner panic like an act of faith, his crooked expression coming to calm when their little act refuses to grind to a halt.
when he realizes, in that moment, how truly reliable this new companion of his is.
damsel in distress... that's a good one. red fur is sprouting up all over his chest in distracting, itchy patches, but all takasugi can do is blink in a rare moment of awe. he lowers his arm, and the shamisen with it, stepping nimbly out of the way as rinne keeps up the momentum while seemingly shrugging off what just happened. while slowly embracing the fear of this oncoming shift, a one that looks strikingly similar to takasugi's.
"an asian rendezvous with a shanghai honey". are those lyrics on purpose, considering that annoying delegation he had to attend once upon a time? how cheeky.
his shamisen is fine, of course. sure, it's a little scuffed, but it’s not your typical instrument with all the modifications he's done.
nothing's stopped, and rinne is doing fine ( mostly ), so what else can he do but take his seat again and improvise a rhythm alongside those guitar string plucks? let the fleeting nature of this sun-kissed day take them away. let each strike of the bachi on strings hit the remaining skeptics in the crowd at full force, even as his claws grow painfully long. )
[ The impromptu show goes off without a hitch. Some pass them by, thinking their song a nuisance, if not nothing special, while others pause for a moment or two, if only to witness the novelty of an Augmented's avantgarde performance. By the end, a small crowd offers applause, some polite, some enthusiastic, and a couple even leaves trinkets in Rinne's guitar case. It's no DreamFes victory, but being an idol was never about that.
Rinne's nose lingers on the scent of their audience long after they're gone, his gaze trained in their direction as he digs his claws into the bench and digests what had just happened. ]
That was the first applause I've gotten in a while...
[ It's so much better than performing alone. He couldn't imagine what it would have been like without Takasugi's support. But that's not what a seasoned idol should say during times like these, is it? A quirk of his lip gives way to a brighter grin as he turns to his business partner. ]
Heheh, what'd I tell ya? I'm... a professional—
[ Something in the air is sticky and sweet the way a deer is as he skins it. His nostrils flare, and he turns away before he leans in and does anything that might damn them both. Blood, sweat — they were easier to ignore when music took over him. But now...
Someone in the crowd called them twin foxes. Is that what he was? He's seen foxes in forests and how they laughed as they frolicked with their own kind. This urge within him felt far more shameless than that.
He shoves his guitar back in its case and locks it quickly. ]
( the last time takasugi starting shifting, it was driven by his overwhelming excitement, and not just alarm.
here, he hasn't fully embraced it yet; it's just his hands and chest, and those ears that are starting to fold a bit on top of his head without him realizing it, but— )
You don't want to celebrate our victory? Though I guess we didn't exactly cash in, and my pockets aren't as lined as yours, for obvious reasons.
( he says it with an audible pout, almost on purpose. they didn't play to total exhaustion, and it's fine to stop. it was a solid win with a few bumps along the way, and who wouldn’t want to wipe off all this sweat and focus on getting their body back to normal after all that stress? plus, judging from their hilariously similar changes and the way every part of this park is playing on his senses, it must be the same for rinne, too.
but.
it feels like a toy is being snatched away, just like that. he wipes the back of a fur-covered hand across his forehand, taking the time to stand upright, and then tries to do the same for a cheek of rinne's that's been turned away from him. )
Edited (correction... it's a park) Date: 2025-04-10 04:54 pm (UTC)
[ His ears perk up. His fair skin flushes quickly with heat. No one but Niki's ever touched his cheek like that. When you're raised to lead, it just doesn't happen. But the fear of being vulnerable loses to the comfort that comes with Takasugi's soft fur, especially as he's made to face him.
Oh, god. The scent is bad enough, but seeing his face just makes Rinne want to tear into him more. He pushes Takasugi's hand away to pick up his guitar. ]
I'm already drunk.
[ Rinne doesn't bother with his usual volume or obnoxiousness. For some reason, his body has determined there's no longer a need for that. ]
I didn't like the shamisen, anyway. You're too good-looking, so don't stand next to me. I can do it alone next time, so just worry about the money.
[ The rapid-fire excuses come one after another. Anything to keep Takasugi safe before he can get out of here. ]
he draws back the swatted hand, holding it up to his face, not a one of those statements enough to make takasugi flinch. if anything, the red on rinne's face and the little white lies are making him a bit easier to read. he's got to be overwhelmed, or deeply touched by what little reception they received, especially considering that comment he made quietly as they let the audience's waning energy wash over them.
right. he doesn't flinch at all, until a scent that isn't his makes his skin prickle.
it must've transferred when takasugi rubbed the back of his palm against him, this scent. as the pleasure of it warms his blood, he pauses awkwardly to take it in. to which, it... really does smell good, this particular musk of rinne's. not that he'll comment on it any. he can hold it in, even as a heat spreads down his belly and he feels a sudden strange urge to shove rinne over into the grass. at least, for now. )
Giving the cold shoulder to your first fan? Hey, it's totally fine to admit you had a good time. No need to feel embarrassed about it. Thinking on it, I really should've lugged Mini Arahabaki out here to record us. Lack of foresight on my part. Though, judging by the audience reaction, they might've taken matters into their own hands. Who knows. We might hear some gossip later about how a couple innocent citizens were accosted by a couple fox-men.
( negging rinne is a good distraction, as he refastens the scraped shamisen. and because he can't resist, heady with the smell of everything blooming and of all that sweat: )
You sure love to comment on how gorgeous I am all the time, don't you?
[Shut up. Rinne has his back turned towards Takasugi, so why is he still talking? He recognizes this all too well: when he wants someone to stay, Rinne can't stop rambling either. It's true, Rinne is moved that they got attention at all. He can't be any more grateful. But god, now is really not the time...
Rinne hastily wipes the drooling corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. He swallows thickly.]
So? I call it like I see it. Don't get too excited. People tell you that all the time, don't they?
It's my job as an idol to sell my image. What I say, what I wear—every choice I make is deliberate. Maybe it ain't the whole truth, but at least it's what I wanna do. Yet all of that comes to you like it's second nature... 'Course I'm gonna say you're cool.
[Takasugi using his shamisen to protect him was really cool.]
( oops. now's really not the time to push on those red flags, huh.
and though rinne doesn't notice it, with his back turned, the corners of takasugi's mouth set in a firm line.
second nature? he'd still be your average nobody without that school and that mentor, trapped in his domain with nothing but the golden cage of a comfortable life and everyone trying to spoil him further. he wasn't like sakamoto-kun, who seemed to soar effortlessly through the skies even past his death. his wings had been clipped twice now, and he won’t get another chance unless he puts in the effort here. )
Sure. Being an idol is about lying to your audience, then. I can get that. Even the most renowned tayu put their heart into every stroke of their calligraphy, no matter how silly or dull the message may be.
( he tap, taps a claw against the strap holding up his instrument. pensive. )
But that doesn’t mean your sound can't be authentic. Why limit yourself with all those frustrating restrictions in another world?
( when you've only got one life to live, even.
well... whatever. he smooths an ear out as he turns to leave, giving rinne's back a little wave. he'd rather come down from the awkward changes to his body alone, and spend time taking note of certain things that didn't happen last time for later. )
[The thing no one taught Rinne about being sad is that you get so deep inside your head and wallow in that pool of self-pity that you forget the other parts of you.
You're not the flawless heir to your father's legacy. You're not the unruly rebel who ran away from home. You're not even the idol who fought tooth and nail to earn every last scrap of love in those overflowing boxes of fan mail.
You're just a boy. Lost. And you stay lost as long as you let the water close over your head.
But then... a hand grabs yours. Pulls you up. You break the surface and suddenly, you remember: the fire in your chest, the dream in your hands, the self you were building before the weight dragged you under.
Rinne had always wanted to become an idol he could love.
When Takasugi asks him the same question he asks the crowd—the one that always sends a ripple through the stage lights—a spring breeze cuts through the still waters, electric and alive.
Rinne doesn't look back. He doesn't want to make hunger this worse. Instead, his fingertips trace and linger where Takasugi's hand had been, recalling the brief comfort it gave him before restraint compelled him to pull away.]
It was fun...?
[He balls that same hand into a fist. He's gotta get out of here. Back in his hometown, calling someone delicious is a compliment. This time, he's afraid he might mean it in every way.]
Edited (brings this home) Date: 2025-04-13 08:25 pm (UTC)
A company To be more precise, my company "Takasugi Heavy Industries" I suppose I should let go of the title since it doesn't really matter much anymore But, well Once you've had a taste of corporate power, it's not easy to give it up
[ Ah, good. There's only one thing worse than a president, and that's an American president ]
Understood. And in fact makes a bit more sense why you were interested in my whole Protoframe thing, considering.
I actually wanted to potentially ask you a favor, since that interest also means you might be able to help me out. Patho-Gen gave me a few of my usual weapons, but they've also very obviously been a bit tampered with and/or disassembled. And embarrassingly, I'm not exactly proficient enough to be sure they're safe.
someone might ask her if there are any conditions for that favor, but takasugi just smiles at the text, aware that the tech could come in handy down the line the moment he gets a closer look at it.
how lucky for him that this opportunity fell in his lap. )
More than sure In fact, I'd love to have a chance at it I'll even share something fun with you in exchange
You're doing me the favor here, so there's no need, but I'm definitely curious! What kind of fun?
And I'm free whenever you are.
Though, as a heads up, since I'm letting everyone know... My telepathy is back to its (annoyingly) potent levels, so. If we meet up, I'll be overhearing your thoughts, to put it simply. Sorry in advance, but it's not something I have control over. Not all that much, at least.
A special ability of mine Not that it's a big secret or anything, but sometimes it's just better to keep that sort of thing under wraps Don't show your cards right away and all that Here, you'll be the first to see it Though, I guess you'd be able to figure it out anyway if you can read my mind
( a power on the level of the divine... it's wild she gave that up so freely. he'd keep that secret for sure. )
is this some kind of distress signal? hello? he's trying not to lose it. this is probably the most interesting text he's gotten thus far. there's an urge to reply, 「いや、誰」to that obvious flub in transmission, but it all comes out in that perfectly universal text they all manage innately when his thumbs press on the pad. well. )
Sure Not sure I like what that wave suggests though
[That handy dandy transliteration from the language you knew to the one shared by natives and now Augmented would be pretty convenient…
If a certain someone wasn’t almost completely illiterate in her own tongue to start with. But… she’s trying! The text messages, everyone said they were convenient and important to know how to do…
Also look she’s sorry she doesn’t know how to write Choshu… they’ve got bright fruits and strong men and ocean down there, right???]
[He's not pregnant, he's full of tasty meat and rice! ... Right?
But oh, it's a voice message. Konoha is a bit embarrassed, because she had hoped to get farther than this with her hanji-e method, but. It seems rude to force it. So... it's a voice message that is returned.]
Master Takasugi, hello... It's Konoha!
[... Okay, he already knew that, but.]
Sorry about the puzzle pictures... I figured I should practice, so I thought I would ask after your health, but... What I probably should have asked is if you didn't mind puzzle pictures. Sorry about that... !
Don't even worry about it. Really. There's been plenty we've had to adapt to, right? This is just another hurdle of living in a place so foreign.
( the question about his health...
is a bit annoying. whether she knows or doesn't know, there've been too many inquiring, or implying, like he's about to keel over this very second. )
I'm fine. ( he says, like a LYING LIAR. ) Though on the food front, things could definitely use some improvement in general. They stopped serving eggs in the Valentia. Eggs, of all things. You might as well tell me to starve.
Aha, yeah... I've never met so many people who can read and write before...
[And do magic... and transform into monsters... and go to different worlds... and look very unlike all the humans she has ever met before... and all... the rest...
Thankfully(?) their timeline different means she doesn't Know, but. You should just ask after others' health... and unless they give you reason to believe otherwise, you also believe them when they say they're fine. So Takasugi is fine. That's good.]
Do you really like eggs, Master Takasugi? I kind of miss them, too... Maybe we can go out to the farmlands and trade for some? Some people there are willing to barter for work.
I’m a lumber yard foreman, back home, see, so, I have lots of experience felling and hauling… and I’m strong, so, I can do most anything needs doing. Plowing or harvesting, too.
Your typical workhorse, then. Well. I don't have much to my name besides my blade or my shamisen right now, but I'm not too keen on the idea of performing for food. That's a little too basic for my liking.
( hmm. )
Have you met with any of them on your own? These supposed farmhands, I mean.
[She almost just stays quiet, getting used to being called things in this world that offended her, knowing it was best not to make waves in a place where gods knew what could happen but.
Even though it’s simultaneously scarier because he’s from a similar world… it’s precisely because he is that she doesn’t want to hear him say,]
- Not like a typical workhorse.
Horses are animals that need to be told and shown what to do. I know how to think just as good as any person.
[The answer to the question is held hostage, for a moment.]
[She had tried to keep her voice even, but there was no hiding the hints of emotion. Sullen, with having heard such things about her or her race many times before. Tense, with hoping that the correction would go well but knowing it might not.
There's a moment when it seems she might not reply, but then-]
Really? A whole extra egg? I've never even had beef before, that would be impressive enough. I'll get spoiled...
[It's forgiven. So she releases the "hostage", too.]
Thank you, Takasugi-dono. I'll take it! ... If I can find a farmer willing to barter for eggs. But I think I can! I've worked with a few now!
Now you're talking. Get in touch with them for me, and I'll see if I can't try this bartering. It can't be too hard to bend an ar—... err, trade a few things with the locals. I've always been a great negotiator.
( hah. hahah. )
And of course, we'll get you your egg. And beef, too, if I can manage it. You've seriously never had any? I've got a couple extra mouths to feed that might appreciate a treat like that too.
Tons of them. You could even say my reputation travels beyond Choshu, what with how people are practically lining up to depend on me.
( ... well. anyway— )
Hmmm. I suppose I could check out anything they have broken and see if it's worth fixing, especially if it's mechanical. I've got a bit of know-how in that regard.
( or a way to cheat himself into that know-how, at least. )
Master Takasugi, you sort of reminded me of my boss back home a little, just then...
[He was physically extremely not anything like the self-styled Lord Sha, and okay, maybe not in other ways, too, but... that line sounded exactly like something that person would say. It's almost nice. A little more familiar.]
Choshu must be much more different than what I was imagining... you have "machines" there? Someone asked me how "advanced my Japan was", and the fanciest thing I could come up with was the loom and woodblock prints and stuff.
[Haha...]
... They said that wasn't that advanced, apparently...
[That’s hard. Just one wish? Even though he said it could be anything it feels impossible still somehow that she could say something like “no more wars“ or “no more famine”. And as happy as she would be to wish just for the happiness of her own family, it felt so selfish to waste the hypothetical wish when there were so many other people who needed help…
It actually takes for a while to think about it, before,]
I guess… I would wish that jinba would be equal with humans. That no one would enslave them again, or ride them, or treat them badly because they’re different.
Something like that… ?
[(Might explain her displeasure at being compared to a workhorse.)]
a far cry from what he did with his, albeit still in the name of change.
he smiles on the other end, unseen. )
Anyhow, I had such a device at some point, if you can believe it. Past my death, I ended up using it to alter the course of history, and gained a wealth of knowledge beyond things like the loom, and paper maps, and whatever else might've been brewing in Choshu at the time. So. These new-age "machines" are definitely something I can fangle with.
[Mmm. It would be... And she hopes it will, even without magical hypothetical wishing systems. She wants to believe it will. Twenty years have seen jinba change from actual chattel to a free species, even if there was still discrimination, people who took advantage, even worse things, too... But it's still progress, isn't it? If it keeps progressing, maybe... her children's time? Her children's children's time? If it was at least sometime--
But she bites all that down because,]
Y- You actually had one? A magic wish?
[And wait-]
What do you mean "past your death"? You were alive last time we talked?? Aren't you alive right now???
[Wow! Wow! You offer a man your farmer contacts and he offers you a beef bowl and then hangs up the phone???]
🍊🤼♂️🌊🏯👨🏻🦰 🌳🍃 😫 ！！
❌☎️ 🔜 ❌🥚 ！！
[... Okay that might be a bluff, but. She sends it anyway. HOW IS SHE SUPPOSED TO RECOMMEND HIM TO POTENTIAL EMPLOYERS IF HE MIGHT HANG UP ON THEM IF THEY ASK A SENSIBLE QUESTION...]
( beej being the first one to grace my inbox with innuendo... i see )
Length matters Especially when you're trying to get it right the first time But, anyway I hope you're not expecting me to pay for these services Many of us Augmented aren't exactly rolling in numis
And be known as that one broke hero in the Valentia? I've got too much dignity for that, as unique as it sounds But I've got a proposition that'll inspire you for sure Or rather, subjects for your art If you'll be my personal photographer
[ Rinne might be a bum, but he's not a thief. These are the words he turns over and over as he stands in front of Takasugi's room, tugging on the silver pendant Niki gave him. Everyone has been giving him so many things lately. Rarely has he had the opportunity to return the favor. After doing one for the woman from Aparallaxia, he thinks he can do a few more. ]
>> RINNE_A transferred 10000 NUMIS
[ Oh yeah, he changed his username. Not that it's important. ]
( whether true or not, the gesture beats light in takasugi's chest—a flutter of happiness for being reached out to.
maybe it's a little juvenile, after the way he'd acted just days ago and with the memory of that red still staining his fingertips. but the corners of his mouth turn into a grin nonetheless.
amagi-kun wants him to treat him? with numis he claimed to have earned and then thrown his way?
he sits up immediately, discarding all of what he's been stewing on from his time spent out in the field— )
[Rinne expected Takasugi to open the door, but one would think that there would be steps to accepting an invitation. Now Rinne looks less thoughtful and more desperate and deer-in-headlights. It's terrible. He's supposed to be nonchalant and cool?]
Prez?! [He feels a surge of heat up to the tips of his ears. Was Takasugi going to barge into his room again? Oh, for the love of—] Reply first!
( maybe he was. he totally was. takasugi, at least, looks just as surprised to see rinne outside his room, eyebrows raising in response.
for once, he's not in his flashy and ornate-in-all-its-make attire, showing off his chest shamelessly for every disapproving karterian to see. today, he's in a snug, simple shirt and some faded jeans, a loose jacket that goes past his waist. takolegs circa c105, perhaps. half-shifting had loosened the threads of his favorite get-up, tearing the seams at his wrist and the straps of his thin undershirt. someone with more skill will need to touch it up for him, and so—
for now, these cheap threads will have to do.
he spreads his arms out lightly. )
No doing. After all, what if you'd gone and changed your mind while I was busy on my device? It isn't often you offer patronage to your very first fan. Or ask me to buy you something with money that's basically yours.
[Takasugi is way too happy about this visit. Is this what he looks like every time he decides to invade Rinne's privacy? Rinne finds that he's often kept the man waiting. He just thought that maybe Takasugi would appreciate him being prompt for once. Not that he's ever been late to practice... Only when Takasugi wants to surprise on a whim.
Can Rinne assume this was a whim, too? It's not like Takasugi to dress so casually. He recalls what he told Takasugi that one sleepless night, when the man had entered his room to ask for a favor. It was impulsive. Reflexive, even, when he thinks about the exposed skin and how shame swept across his face as he remained in Takasugi's proximity and thought about the things only family were allowed to see and meant to do. But Takasugi isn't family, so maybe this isn't about that.
Rinne keeps his tone light.]
I know you're the generous type who acts like he's got a trust fund, but you can't seriously mean all of what's yours is mine. Even you need to live, doncha?
[Don't you? Seriously.
But it's true that he almost changed his mind. He's in the usual: a tank top underneath a loose dress shirt open enough for everyone to see the simple necklace he's had since his birthday around his neck, with jeans as comfortable as they can get. Nothing that looks like he thought about too hard, but nothing egregiously thoughtless either. He just didn't think his invitation would be that effective.
Rinne grins.]
Call it fanservice. Just like what you're doing with that getup, yeah?
[He winks, just to tease. But really, there's something up with that... He hopes Takasugi will explain, but he knows he won't.]
Edited (SORRY i sent an earlier version...) Date: 2025-06-11 12:40 am (UTC)
he hasn't forgotten, the way rinne distracts from the situation at hand when things get awkward a tell takasugi is becoming increasingly used to. he was the one seeking praise, only to quickly pull back on it. he was the one who extended a hand first this time, only to immediately start criticizing him. amagi rinne stands in front of him, just a bit taller, and takasugi is filled with questions he wants to ask for a moment, as well as that familiar urge to flick him on the forehead with a finger.
for starters: what was his actual reason for wanting to spend time together?
but takasugi lets that die in this throat, more interested in studying the shape of rinne's grin than saying something so pathetic. )
Don't get ahead of yourself. I know better than anyone what it means to have fun, which is exactly why what ends up in my hand tends to run off. But also, wasn't that how we met? Me forwarding what little I had over to you. Since then, I've only been getting back on my gamble overtime. So. Name wherever you like, and we'll go. Within budget, I mean. Some quiet pub somewhere, maybe.
( somewhere away from the buzzing crowd, like that club he'd invited rinne to for his birthday.
that wink and whatnot, though? )
This? With time, we'll be so well-known that this sort of thing will help keep the crowds from noticing me, won't it? I wouldn't exactly call it fanservice compared to what I usually wear, especially when there's no skin. Unless this is more your style?
( he lifts the hem of the shirt slightly, amused, the indents of his hips barely visible. )
[Rinne's eyes quickly follow the hem of Takasugi's shirt, the divots of his hips—details he hadn't seen before. Rinne's sensibilities never caught up with the modern world, but he's always admired everything bigger and bolder, so his gaze lingers there as the words slip:]
[He clears his throat and shoves his hands in his pockets before he remembers something unnecessary, like the first smile that drew him in or the juice dripping down his fingertips. It's not like him to be distracted. He's gotten a step closer toward everything he wants, hasn't he?
Everything except the one thing he left behind. Everything except the one thing he came here for.]
I know this nice and quiet speakeasy by the old theater. Real hole-in-the-wall type shit. [He jerks his head toward the stairs and starts moving in that direction. It's better than sticking around and ogling his boss...] We can walk. I'll make it interesting. ...Don't worry, I ain't running off!
[Not that he has any plans whatsoever. He's just doing whatever feels right in the moment.]
Naturally. But which type are we referring to here? The news of the upcoming solstice, or the buzz about a rising musical act? There's a lot going on, to my knowledge.
( things that deserve his attention as much as their efforts, depending on how they go.
the way down and out of the valentia is familiar, and so are the faces of karterians that try to feign their surprise at two augmented with such prominent features passing them by in casualness. he gives them a friendly smile, the sort that's knife-sharp when the dimming sun hits it a certain way.
they look good, the two of them, but that doesn't mean their business is anyone else's concern. normally, he wouldn't even bother to entertain his annoyance.
he waves a hand lightly, as if remembering something else. )
[Rinne greets the Karterians with a different sort of smile, all roses and sunshine. He's not about to scare potential fans off when their fangs are doing half the work for them. It's not too much to ask of him. It is, however, more work than he asked for. He just wants to focus on Takasugi and their small victories now.
But even Takasugi doesn't want to focus on that...]
Oh, I heard about that. I don't think it's a bad idea to be prepared, but leaving everything in the hands of a literal god of war is kinda on the nose for me.
[Rinne slows down to match Takasugi's pace, leaning in as he tries to catch a glimpse of the man's face.]
only it's never been an issue before. and it isn't an issue now.
so why's his mind making it one? calm down. he needs to be watercolor, letting these conflicting feelings trying to surface wash off him. takasugi stalls slightly, swallowing for what he can't say but always comes easy to rinne—that you're too good-looking, so don't. don't do anything that might tempt him, while he's convinced himself that he's making things easier on the both of them.
and maybe it's a symptom of the imprinting, still, to be this excited about their closeness. or maybe he's just convincing himself of that too. )
... That it's going to cause trouble in the long-run, though whether for us, or the whole of Karteria, I haven't figured out yet. Gods like to think themselves above us, but they're just as fallible in their greatness, or so I discovered in the last timeline I was needed in. And I'd like to ignore it, but...
( he relaxes his fist in front of them as they walk, revealing an empty palm. )
Well. Regardless of what sort of hardships unfold in the future, 3kon will be there to give the performance of a lifetime, right? Ideally.
( to uplift them in their weariness, as rinne put it. he hasn't forgotten that. )
[Rinne tries to ignore it like he always does, but Takasugi pauses for a second too long, and Rinne is not immune to the sudden shift in his demeanor. He'd been so sure of himself that time with the strawberries, that time with the gun, that time on Rinne's bed, asking Rinne to chase his demons away. That wasn't too long ago. But when Takasugi followed him around like a lovesick puppy, Rinne scratched back like a cat, so he doesn't get to complain when Takasugi pulls back. After all, he started it. It just makes him feel like a spoiled brat, still wanting all this attention...
Well. Not that Takasugi has ever given him shit for that.
Shame quickly turns into shamelessness. Rinne knows he'll only regret this again, but when he remembers how clear Takasugi is about what he wants, he can't help himself.]
Naturally! [he says in a voice a notch too loud.] Doesn't matter who the fuck they are or what they're doing. People see a star in the sky, and they're gonna want to grab it. We'll just be saving 'em the trouble.
[As Takasugi's idol, Rinne's role isn't lost on him. What was it he said again? He sees him as someone lively, no, brimming with life...
Hiiro would always blindly give him the harsh reality. Niki's kind, yet painfully honest. Didn't Takasugi tell him to treat him gently? At times like these, Rinne should say something Takasugi wants to hear. Something stupidly unexpected, something innocent and carefree—
With an elbow, Rinne gives Takasugi a friendly jab at his side.]
You're thinking too hard again. You should just forget about that stuff and become a full-time idol like me!
( leave it all behind, and become an idol? how nice that might be for someone else, and who wouldn't think of abandoning a burden that wasn't placed on them in the first place? but he knows he can't skirt this second chance to take on his fate.
all the jab and assertion does is make him genuinely laugh, sharp canines showing for how wide his grin is.
it's fine. it's clear that rinne wants to have fun, and fun they shall have. they don't need to talk about the looming dangers, and whatever else. takasugi's good at living for the moment, but never at quelling what in him remains selfish, even if he's making his best attempt. which, he really did think it would easier before all this, and he can't promise he won't do it again. if only the stern comfort and frustration of being known hadn't made it obvious to him when he'd gotten a taste, though. )
Hahahah! Now there's an interesting proposal. You might say I'm already one of Choshu, at the very least. Those boring clansmen of mine couldn't compare in popularity, what with all the times they asked for my help instead of someone else's. But the stars in the sky are you two. I've already come crashing down in a blaze.
( as they get closer to the speakeasy, the entrance blends in pretty well, with empty kegs piled up outside, just waiting to be unloaded. the soft glow of the LED sign above gives it a nice touch, and as takasugi sticks a foot into the door—
he turns lightly before entering, lifting a hand to press two fingers together in a heart shape. )
But I'm looking forward to learning all those cute little hand signs you've mentioned. You will teach them to me, won't you? Of course you will. Since you brought them up, they've been on my mind.
[Crashing down? No, that's not— What's he trying to say? Rinne's smile falters when Takasugi turns away, and his eyes flicker as they search for the right words, if not the right feelings to show after hearing something so frightening. He can't imagine anything worth dying for, except—
The finger heart cuts into Rinne's view. It guides his focus back to Takasugi's face, completely in his element under the signage lights. Whenever he finds himself captivated by something beautiful like this, Rinne nearly forgets he's on Earth to begin with. The idol of Choshu, huh? Another strange cocktail of emotions swirls inside him as heat blooms across his cheeks.]
Sure, I'll teach ya. But don't worry about being cute right now. What matters is showing 'em something that'll stick. Kon kon♡
[He makes a fox sign with his hand, lets it hop once in the air, then with the tips of his thumb and fingers pressed together, makes the fox jump over the heart and kiss Takasugi's cheek.]
Kyaha! See? Now you'll think about me forever.
[Or maybe just for tonight. It's scary to think about, fully knowing the consequences, but if words are binding... could they bind Takasugi to this world? Rinne's smile tries not to waver this time as he pushes himself past the guilt and into the speakeasy.]
( he lets rinne go ahead, not making any move to follow at first, an uncharacteristically astonished expression stuck in that moment.
it's a powerful gesture, those fingertips pressing against his cheek.
because he almost stumbles, slapping a hand against the leftover warmth.
what? huh? what? he'll never wash this cheek again.
... actually. redact that. that's going a bit too far. but it isn't just the summer heat on his skin, is it? the fan-service a real idol doles out is trying to make him smile beyond his own will, and— )
( and, maybe that's fine. but didn't rinne want to be the spoiled one? when it's just the two of them.
when it's just the two of them...
takasugi's glad his device had been in his pocket. if his other self had seen it, he would have had to snap it in half, or at least delete him, and he needed him for reasons right now. phew.
he pushes inside, eyes adjusting quickly to the low light as he claims an adjacent seat. there's probably some leftover pink in his face, but it won't matter before long, as he slaps a palm lightly against the countertop for service. )
"Don't worry about being cute right now"? Funny, considering what that pantomimed movement means. But go ahead and order whatever you like, and don't hold back. I'll definitely be getting something strong. It's been a while since I indulged like this with someone.
[The truth is, Rinne can't hold his alcohol that well. If he had to pick his poison, it'd be something sweet. Takasugi was never the type to judge, so maybe he should indulge a little too, but someone needs to take Takasugi home when he inevitably knocks himself out, and Rinne has always been the careful type when it comes to the things that matter. He'll go along with Takasugi for now, then monitor the situation after. Rinne doesn't want Takasugi to feel like he should hold back. They're here to celebrate and have fun. Takasugi deserves that. Despite all appearances, Rinne is not here to get drunk. He's only ever been after the feeling.
He slides into the seat next to Takasugi easily.]
Then I'll have some bourbon on the rocks! It's the reward I deserve for being cute.
[Rinne would have said this either way, but saying so right after his boss admits to it is... a new feeling.]
Seriously though, I didn't think our act would go as well as it did. We got really lucky with that! Are you like, a god of fortune or something? When your schedule frees up, we should do that again!
Do something impromptu like that again? Anytime is good, really. All you have to do is call, and I'll come running, from...
( it's an old-fashioned glass of whiskey for takasugi, where admittedly he's always a bit miffed that sake doesn't seem popular or prevalent here at all. it was the ideal drink to enjoy after a tough evening and with dinner, but he'll make do with something harsh in lieu of its absence.
despite his graceful looks, takasugi throws back the drink and savors the taste, an orange peel slapping against the glass while the ice tinkles softly. )
Actually. What do you think I'm so busy with, anyhow? Aside from the expeditions and whatever "challenges" Patho-Gen likes to throw our way. I told you that you could ask me anything, right?
[ Oh, wow. Rinne didn't peg Takasugi for the type to throw back a drink without flinching. Then again, when Rinne doesn't count the times Takasugi's health got in the way, he's always made everything look so effortless. He really does look like someone Rinne could ask anything. All Rinne has to do is call.
Rinne's lips part, as if the thought had only occurred to him just now. Well, no. Rinne knew he could approach Takasugi anytime. But just because the offer's there doesn't mean he should be taking it so greedily. Doesn't Takasugi need to rest? If he's anything like Rinne, though, then... ]
Figured you were busy doin' research. On this place, the people.
[ His brows furrow as he watches the ice in his glass melt. Bourbon is meant to be savored slowly, so he does just that. ]
Like, when I first moved to the city, I had to learn how to read and write. Then dealing with people was a whole other thing... Shit like that. And you like tinkering with what they've got around here, right? When I was a kid, I used to... [ He shakes his head. It's too soon for that story. ] What I'm saying is I didn't wanna mess with your vibe. Sure, you got a world to save, but you're having a lot of fun with it, yeah?
( swirling about them in tiny pockets is quiet laughter, and hidden company.
takasugi turns his hand, lifts the glass slightly to signal the bartender to top him up, and then pays close attention to how rinne chooses his words.
always careful, this one, until takasugi tries to reach beneath the armor and rip it off. he sips a little more slowly at the refill this time, the sting in his throat more than he expected. still, they never held back during his time; the guys in his company always let loose without a second thought. he felt the same—getting together with drinks should be a fun time.
and so— )
Ahhh. And that's what I don't get—why you're always jumping to some conclusion without consulting me first. You think you're going to... what, ruin my vibe?
( sip. )
When I said we'd shake things up in this boring world together? I don't say that to just anyone, you know. If I thought you were less than what I saw originally, then true, I would've cut ties by now. But I'm still here. Anyhow, it's partly research into our fellow Augmented, and partly building the capital to secure us a small area for performing, among other things. Like a camera-man who's frankly a bit annoying, I'll admit, next to the fact that his work is solid.
( it's the truth, even if he doesn't mention all his methods. the pleasant thrum of alcohol is slowly working its way into his head. )
[ He rolls his eyes. ] You think everyone's annoying.
[ And that's the thing. Rinne doesn't want to be everyone. And he knows this isn't the first time Takasugi's said this. Time and again, he'd always tell Rinne he was good. That he was enough. But even Takasugi had expectations, and Rinne wasn't always confident he could meet them, and...
Why is Rinne so hung up over what Takasugi thinks, anyway?
He takes another sip. ]
But a cameraman, huh? [ Rinne smiles at the thought. Will the cameraman tell him how good he looks on stage? Niki only cares about food and Takasugi's stingy in that department, so he hasn't exactly gotten any feedback on that. ] And here I thought we were just gonna rawdog our marketing 'til we went viral. Heh! Maybe being under your agency ain't so bad♪
Yeah, that's it. I work under you, so you're taking care of me. That's a real boss for ya! Niki takes care of me too, but that's kinda different. Niki wouldn't give a fuck if I went home and threw up on him right now. But you...
now it is hitting, the way his fingertips catch the condensation on the glass a bit more distracting. and why's he being challenged at a time like this, when he was already swallowing the embarrassment of being paid out by a younger man to come here? when he had been caught bouncing on his heels, rushing out the door blindly to find some common ground and be caught up in the whirlwind that was amagi rinne?
to mess with him, and pull the information he wanted out of him forcibly. that's what was so fun originally. now it feels like...
the question turns in his mind over and over, gaze slowly drifting away and to the countertop. )
he starts messing with that mop of dark red hair, using a free hand to scratch lightly at one of rinne's ears. )
Always trying to bite the hand that feeds you. But that's what makes you so charming, isn't it? There, there, Amagi-kun. No one in Valentia even comes close to you. You're handsome, and you've got a voice that would make anyone want to kiss you on the mouth.
( did he think he forgot the praise part? takasugi's face is flush with drink. )
[ He doesn't stop Takasugi, though. He just sits there, lowers his head, and takes it. Rarely does he feel someone's touch and allow it without consequence. But if it's Takasugi, it's fine. Maybe it's the imprinting? Maybe it's the way his Natural Soul has forged his body anew. Whatever it is, when Takasugi scratches behind his ears and praises him, it feels... nice. He would bite again as he always does, but he thinks about why Takasugi is doing this to begin with, and he relents. After all, if he were in Takasugi's place, he would want himself to accept what he was being given. Sometimes it's an even bigger joy than receiving.
( how obedient. the control turns something pleasant in the pit of takasugi's stomach, as he takes his time, lazily running his tipsy fingers through rinne's hair. it must feel nice, with the way he's reacting. good. why deny yourself what you want? why follow all those rules and traditions that didn't matter anymore? he doesn't have room to criticize, as he's still walking the line of a hero without looking back. but it's there on the tip of his tongue nonetheless—
"have fun with me instead".)
And how would you have me stop them? Take all those kisses for myself?
( it's a joke. amagi-kun's a graceful creature, despite all his sharp edges, and so takasugi knows he'll get it. probably.
he draws his hand down, thumb caressing the edge of rinne's cheek. it's softer than he remembers, when he's not trying to push him away and fill the space between them with distance. it makes him miss something, but he's not even sure what he's missing, doing this, the cotton sensation in his head getting more prominent.
best not to press too hard, anyhow, when an idol's selling point was also their face. )
Send them my way in the future, and I'll take care of it. That's a manager's job, right? To keep my cute subordinates from getting too overwhelmed. Only, ...
he's always found it easy to act like he has no intentions when he actually does. that was the beauty of negotiating, wasn't it? blending truths with lies. only takasugi's not sure anymore, when this bittersweet feeling washes over him like the mood on a rainy day, brows furrowing slightly. he could write a poem to get all these feelings out, but even that seems a little silly right now.
he opts to pat rinne on the cheek, and then, almost in a pout: )
[ Rinne blurts it out before Takasugi can finish his sentence and declare its reality. It's not like that. That's not what he meant. He only said that because he... Nevermind. As if he could ever tell Takasugi that. Before Rinne can admit to something even more damning, he leans into the man's palm and holds it in his own. Chases the warmth before he takes it back or loses it entirely. ]
We're nothing like family, so I don't ask you to carry my burdens, but who else would put up with me?
( the word thrums in his ears like the slow pluck of an instrument. distant yet near. )
That's a deal more binding than a word or a touch, don't you think?
( and he can't be here forever. can't absorb this warmth for a minute eternity, rinne leaning into his touch.
he didn't mean for this to turn a touch solemn with his complaint, but what else can he do? it's lonely. it's lonely, to bask in a glow and be reminded of the fact that he isn't someone to lean on. the faint red on his cheeks will fade with time and sleep, but maybe this selfishness won't. )
But you don't have to see it as me carrying a burden. Just... blame me for what I'm about to do instead.
[ Rinne smiles wryly. Blame Takasugi? Come, now. A monarch is not about to push his responsibilities onto someone else—especially not when that someone won't give him the words he wants. Well, that's okay. It would be cruel to bind someone to him by blood or some other way, and he shouldn't be having these thoughts, anyway.
Once again, Rinne keeps this light. ]
Or we could blame it on the summer heat?
[ Niki said they had a song that went like that.
Rinne finally lifts his shy eyes to meet Takasugi's, but the contact is too much. He looks at the hand on his cheek again, hoping that when his face burns hot, Takasugi doesn't read into it. ]
I ain't about to make your body carry more than it has to. What the hell could you even do now? Honestly, I just wanted to thank you and apologize...
"What can I even do"? You can be a bit clueless sometimes, Amagi-kun. But it's cute. I like it. I like the clueless you.
Your generous heart that breaks so easily when I push. Your hands, warm like a soft star.
( or at least, compared to his that tend to run cold.
which, don't worry about his body so much. in fact, quit worrying about it. not that he can say that right now, or even want to bring attention to it. he knows it's in rinne's face all the time, the shudders in his body so obvious with the change of weather. the way he almost stumbles after a long day of field research, or practice, and there's really nothing for it right now. but they should be focusing on happier things. they should be wasted, stamping on the countertop with song and dance. that's how this night was supposed to go, at least in takasugi's head. he never had a talent with drinking, but at least he had a talent for fun.
but when a young man with a soul on fire like amagi rinne looks at him so timidly, it makes him want.
two souls, that might as well be one. eventually, one might devour the other, but for now— )
There's an easier way to apologize. Let me show you.
( he brings their hands down, intertwining their fingers in rinne's lap.
and then leans in and tilts into him with his shoulder, pink dusting the back of his neck as he tries to kiss him. regardless of whether anyone else is watching, and regardless of how tipsy he is, the bitter taste of whisky still lingering on his lips. )
[ Rinne furrows his brows in confusion. Clueless? But he likes that Rinne is? The words are strange and unfamiliar, especially when strung together like that. Come to think of it, he's younger than Takasugi, young enough to feel the difference between them. Takasugi probably thinks of him as a child: something soft and fragile, always a few steps behind. And it's nothing a king should think about, but sometimes, Rinne thinks it wouldn't be so bad to have someone older to lean on. Someone sharper and steadier who eases the weight of his shoulders. If such a person would like him—soft and clueless as he is—well, that would be nice. No wonder his brother wanted that.
But Rinne wasn’t that clueless. Maybe, like his clever little brother, Rinne knew exactly how this looked and ignored it, counting on Takasugi’s sense of propriety and his goodwill to keep anything from happening. Maybe he could contrive some other innocent reason to be with him. Maybe he thought that Takasugi would never… Right? Despite all appearances, Takasugi is dependable, respectable, and a good person. An idol. Someone who should be out of his reach. But Takasugi looked so lonely that night, and if there was anything Rinne could do to let him know how lovely he looked in the light, he…
Oh.
Oh.
He knew Takasugi was fond of him, but not like this. The kiss is gentler than last time. It's so much softer on his lips, he almost thinks it's a trick. Why kiss him like this? They haven't saved anything or anyone, so he doesn't think he's done anything to deserve it. Are they in a rush? He should take it back, pull away. It's best that Rinne makes him to stay another way. But his hands are in his, and imprinting is a dangerous thing. When Rinne's shameful thoughts start pouring in, there's truly nothing he can do to stop them.
They really shouldn't be doing this.
Because when Rinne melts, all he can think about is how he wanted his own flesh and blood to fold just like this, taking all the love he couldn't give him. They would be doing nothing as terrible as this, of course—God knows Rinne would rather let lightning strike him. But his fingers are still laced together with Takasugi's, his eyes are closed so he can focus on his lips, and if their souls are anything alike…
If Takasugi wants to do something disgraceful, Rinne thinks he should just— ]
Edited (doubling down...) Date: 2025-06-17 04:35 am (UTC)
( the sin of keeping others near. he knows it well.
rinne was right when he said that touch has a way of keeping people connected to you, even if he's done it countless times without as much intent. sometimes, it was just fine to be present and appreciate the simplicity and beauty of a moment, hands locked so they wouldn't shake. life back then was so fleeting, you see, and no one wanted to admit they were chasing their fears away in the pursuit of each other. nobody wanted to face the fact that tomorrow could be their last, let alone takasugi.
but as a thumb traces the contours of rinne's palm in that adjacent lap, alcohol clinging to the inside of his mouth, takasugi remembers how hard rinne has read him. remembers the pain in his shoulder from being thrown against the wall, the soft sound of each clasp of his top coming undone echoing in his ears now more than ever. they'd been trapped, but everything felt real. they'd gnashed teeth at each other, but he enjoyed it more than a gentle smile looking past him.
think about him forever? he's thinking about him now, a man who couldn't read or write until a couple years past, struggling in a place so foreign. what had that even been like? takasugi can't imagine, his past filled with texts stacked on top of each other, his family lining up his supposed success since birth. can't imagine having his first experiences here, his first kiss. what other firsts of rinne's had he missed out on? and would takasugi be there to witness them?
but maybe the answer doesn't matter right now. he's not thinking about regrets as he brushes their lips gently together, careful not to take too much. he's just focused on how nice a warm breath feels against skin, and how he might want to lap the leftover taste of bourbon straight from rinne's mouth. a tender kiss that isn't just for show this time, a red ear flicking lightly for how it burns in his chest.
takasugi knows he's crossing a line, even as rinne's presence fills him up.
but for their sake, he can keep this transactional. )
( when the blood spills, he draws back, a tad dizzy in the face.
it takes a second for him to register what happened, but only a second. takasugi leans in without a word, tongue reaching eagerly for the red just beneath rinne's nose. cleaning him, as it were. he licks his own upper lip for traces of any remaining blood, not at all perturbed by this, only to say: )
[ Rinne shoves at Takasugi's chest, the distance sudden and all too present. He covers his mouth with a hand to protect it. What was that? The way he licked the blood off his lip was all too hungry to be called mere service.
Rinne doesn't sense any malice from it, though. ]
Shut up. [ He swallows thickly. The bitter taste of their kiss travels down his throat. ] You're the worst.
[ But really, he's only projecting. ]
Is that how it's gonna be? Every time I do something wrong, you kiss me?
[ Oh, Niki was right. Rinne should have been careful with this one. ]
( takasugi reels back from the push, that hand clenching harmlessly in front of him, almost laughing for how this always seems to happen. it's funnier when you're buzzed.
but really, the taste of blood is so intoxicating he almost says something he shouldn't. there were rooms in the back, surely. places for more friction.
which, maybe knocking back that shot so quickly was a bad idea. duly noted, even if he feels like he should drink more to forget that wandering thought. )
[ Rinne is quiet. He swerves away and returns to his drink. Bourbon should be savored slowly, but Rinne doesn't have time for that. He empties his glass, then scrapes the words out of his throat: ]
Stop asking me that.
[ Shouldn't it be obvious? Takasugi is just teasing now. Rinne clicks his tongue as he recalls the breach of trust, the breach of tongue, and the blossoming lust underneath his clothes. It scares Rinne to think about what Takasugi might see should he let go, but... even as the liquor warms his skin and thins his focus, he thinks he can keep this feeling under control. Tonight isn't about him, after all.
Yes, that's right. He should tell him what he meant to say. Thank you. I admire you. I want to be you. How else can I repay you? He had planned on pretending to be drunk for this, but maybe there was no point if Takasugi was going to rub it in his face later. He draws in a breath, parts his lips, and with a touch of exasperation, he says: ]
I've loved you ever since I sang for you. Of course I...
[ God. When's the fun supposed to start? He could have sworn it started a while ago. ]
( will there ever be a more sobering phrase, than "i've loved you since"?
his shoulders droop slightly, the seriousness of the situation hitting like a slap to the face. because the truth is he actually is the worst, stringing rinne along for the ride, prodding for what little affection he could absorb through the bruises on his fingers. it's never exactly been fair to him, he knows, and neither has the way he's bit back, knowing rinne can't retaliate without real consequences.
his chest aches, and there's that familiar fear, the fear that reminds him that he should pull back. that he should drop from the group, and go at it alone, before he ends up ruining things beyond repair. but it's too late. it's too late to stop what's already spun to life, the chapters of this story in another world being written this very moment. he's wringing out his end to see a future for karteria, and a future for amagi rinne. and how will he keep him safe, if he's not close by? a dilemma for sure. )
... Amagi-kun. I might want to kiss you again if you're not careful, or further still.
( where should he look? the floor? the floor seems like a safe bet. his hands and their claws, still lingering with warmth. )
But it's true that you're the only one I trust. You, and no one else. For all the stories you've shared with me, and all the pain you've tolerated and will have to tolerate going forward in knowing me. For having Imprinted on you so deeply.
( for making you love me that much. )
I'm the one who owes you an apology. So, forgive me. For all that's fleeting in this world, I shouldn't be messing with you as much, especially with how much I enjoy your company.
Edited ("living" not entirely) Date: 2025-06-18 03:08 am (UTC)
[A wry smile tugs at Rinne’s lips. On some days, he can’t stand Takasugi’s greed, but his remorse is unbearable. No one should have to apologize for wanting some affection. It's true, Takasugi did hurt him. Rinne will acknowledge that. But Takasugi begging for him and apologizing for it is much more than anything his fans or family would have done, so all he has to say is,]
It's okay. You just want someone to treat you gently, right?
[He remembers how Takasugi asked for it. He was so bold about it, it was easy to forget what he had actually said. But Rinne gets it. His laughter is fond.]
I can't always be gentle. Knowing me's a pain in the ass, too. But that's why you love me, doncha?
[Rinne bites his lip, regretting this already, but his smile still reaches his eyes. This is one of the few times he knows he isn't wrong. The alcohol is loosening him up, and he can't help himself…]
Your clansmen shouldn't have been so hard on you in the first place. Pinning all their hopes on one person and treating him like that... Just thinking about it makes me want to cry.
[In fact, between his drunken confessions, he rubs his eyes with the heel of his palm and hopes Takasugi doesn't notice. Takasugi's pain, his own powerlessness—all of it makes him so angry. Rinne was only able to put up with the same because his brother was there. But what good will it do, drowning in his sorrows and wishing things were different? Rinne should tell Takasugi how he feels. No, he should show him. Takasugi might die if he doesn't show him. So Rinne fights the weight in his limbs, the fog in his head, and collapses against Takasugi, chest to chest as warm, unintelligible words slur into the column of his neck.]
that's the first thought that crosses takasugi's mind, before his body goes completely stiff, his neck heating up from the messy, breathy words that are whispered into it. these embraces are always alarming, even when they're not as haphazard as this one, but not in a bad way. he just isn't used to it. isn't used to other men doing more than a clap on the back, or an arm around the shoulder, and so rinne's main way of showing appreciation has always been something to stop and give him pause. like a song he's gotten hooked on, slowly weaving its way into the essence of who he is.
warm enough to choke what he wants to say in his throat, takasugi suddenly feeling more embarrassed than sullen. be gentle with him? that thing he joked about months ago? obviously, he wasn't... but rinne— )
It's not as bad as you make it sound. And it all happened so long ago. I had Kusaka, and... he—
( ... and it's here where he lifts a hand to rub rinne's back, trying to be soothing. claws dragging lightly against the fabric. it's obvious which one of them can hold their liquor more, with or without the declaration that sobered him up in a flash.
takasugi's reds travel to the ceiling and away, and he really shouldn't be so juvenile. he's the older one. the one to give an inspiring lecture, or at least proceed with uplifting his junior here, who was really becoming someone much more than that, wasn't he? )
I could say not to stress about it, but with the way I talk about the past, it's clearly been on your mind. Tonight... I'll make it up to you. Carry you home, so there won't be any problem. Alright? So, no need to feel sorry for me.
( rinne, who had showed up so cutely at his door to celebrate. across this planet, and across space, they'd somehow met. )
[Rinne hums against Takasugi's neck, pressing a drunken smile into his flushed skin. Are they hugging? Won't Takasugi hug him tighter? He knows he can't force anyone to do anything they don't want to do, but maybe he can nudge him in the right direction. What direction is that? A drunk person doesn't always know where they're going, so he's not sure. But he knows that wherever they're going is starting to feel really good. He might regret it later.]
If you work too hard, it'll turn you sad and stupid. C'mon, Prez. Just relax and let me do it.
[Let him carry Takasugi back, nothing him more. That's all that this is about.
But when Rinne's draped over the man like a ragdoll, it's clear that Rinne is in no shape to be caring for anyone else. But he's better than nothing, isn't he? Takasugi's friends have been dead for more than a century, but that's not what's going to keep Takasugi in this world, so...
As Rinne breathes Takasugi in, his thumb softly massages the nape of his neck.]
I love you, so I'll do anything for you... You know that, right?
[Maybe it's unfair to say, but after knowing nothing but frustration and hate, Rinne can't stop saying it.]
Edited (typo also I don't remember typing any of this so) Date: 2025-06-18 08:25 pm (UTC)
( wait, wait, wait. now he's going stiff in a different way, which, over this? takasugi may have gone home tonight and touched himself to the memory of all that blood on his tongue, but over multiple declarations of heartfelt affection? he's never been so easy, steadfast at least in matters of tenderness, or so he thought, but it's hard to ignore the way rinne's scent fills the barest space between them and overpowers the smell of alcohol and smoke, their bodies flush against each other. he stops rubbing rinne's larger back to still a satisfied sound in his throat, only to then give in and hold them tight together on his own, like he's trying to steal the warmth that's passing into his body.
because of course he's enjoying it.
of course he's loving this.
he can't stop it any longer, the way a brief shudder wracks his body from the touch on his neck. but he instigated all this, didn't he, in a way? with the way he craved to push rinne over the edge, controlling the flow of the conversation with his teasing. the way he had thoughts about this, however brief and under the influence. )
I—
( anything? don't say that. keep that to yourself for now, not that he can control what goes on past this evening.
wasn't he getting married? wasn't he a monarch from some village, where he couldn't mesh so intimately with outsiders? and yet, something's clicked in place. something's different. it's easy to get lost in someone else's sorrow, and he's let rinne in too much. and when did that all start? the moment rinne held him the first time, or the moment they locked eyes in that room, with takasugi pinned beneath him? he can't decide. can't do much besides try to ignore what's in his lap as he rests his head on rinne's shoulder, the bartender having all but vanished for how their augmented patrons are feeling each other up. )
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Date: 2025-04-03 06:41 pm (UTC)So Rinne's here, up as early as he can be. His secondhand guitar case is slung over his shoulder while he looks like a clueless idiot loitering around the first floor and pretending to text. He almost looks younger like this, not knowing left from right yet giddy from excitement all the same.
When he spots the man he's looking for, a switch seems to flip. That crass personality from before returns at full force. He slings a friendly arm over his shoulders and pulls him in. His hold is strong and tight. ]
Yooo, Prez! Looks like someone didn't kill those crows today♪ Hey, is that your shamisen? Nice! Anyone ever tell ya you look way too handsome today? Way too free, too. You're still way too broke, aincha? Gyahahaha, that's our Sugisugi for ya!
[ Which he hopes are all very, very distracting words to hear as he starts hauling Takasugi's ass out of the lobby and into the streets. ]
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Date: 2025-04-04 06:16 am (UTC)startling, and frustrating, to be taken off-guard again so easily.
takasugi lets it roll off him, though, tugging at the band of his shamisen strap to make sure it hasn't offset any on his back. )
Never a dull moment when you're around, huh, Amagi-kun. Still, "Sugisugi"? Tell me that's not going to be my stage name. But I guess, if we're going to take to the stage and make this a real hit, we ought to go all out and get crazier with it. How about styling your name to match mine? Like, ... "Rin-Rin", or something... maybe.
( before he can throw out any more silly suggestions to get his nickname changed, takasugi takes notice of the guitar case, and his one visible eye sparkles brighter than the sunlight filtering through the trees that occasionally line the city streets on the way to the park. it's his turn to lean in, giddy over the fact that they're really doing this thing. )
Oh?! I knew I could count on you. It's a real piece of junk, judging from the bag alone, but I suppose state-of-the-art equipment would take a fatter stack of cash than what I won from that exercise Patho-Gen tossed on our laps a while back. Hell, I'll have to give you a... raise, or I would, if I were actually capable of running a label or any sort of company right now.
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Date: 2025-04-04 09:03 am (UTC)Label shmabel. Don't sweat the small stuff, Prez. The way I see it, we're two broke guys just tryna get by. Rinrin just likes gettin' bossed around, that's all. [ lie ] Gyahaha! We sound like a couple of pandas. But don't get the wrong idea. Just 'cause I'm nice about it now doesn't mean I ain't gonna want compensation later!
Besides, we don't always need cash to have fun. The world would be pretty boring if we did.
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Date: 2025-04-04 02:58 pm (UTC)but even having a small rug like that pulled out from under him gets takasugi's mouth to quirk into a smile, and then a laugh. )
Hahaha! Right you are! Cutting open a path with literally nothing to our name means we're selling the dream itself. A dream where success or failure really hinges on how we grip them. Not that I've got much doubt on the matter, after hearing that sample of yours. Well, that, and the fact that I could turn things around in an instant by sheer will alone, I bet.
( not to rub in rinne's talent again, but. takasugi's just calling it like it is.
there's a light breeze as things eventually open up to the much larger park near their district, and takasugi feels the back of his neck stand with the chill. or at least, he thinks that's what it is. he stalls the both of them before they enter, sandaled feet stuck promptly to the cobblestone underneath. )
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Date: 2025-04-04 03:05 pm (UTC)( it isn't like him to offer such a stalling statement, but the cathedral-arch of this gate, and the green beyond it...
is a deal more noticeable than before, like his whole body is itching to brush fingertips along grass. )
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Date: 2025-04-04 06:32 pm (UTC)It is nice though, to have someone who believes in himself as much as he believes in you. That's why Rinne even agreed to anything at all. If gods exist to give people happiness, then Rinne thinks he's getting that happiness already, even just a little bit.]
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Date: 2025-04-04 06:35 pm (UTC)Well, Rinne is not about to make Gramps worry!]
Now why would I let my business partner do that?
[Niki didn't get the chance to feed or eat with Rinne today, so maybe Rinne ate a nutribar. Whatever. When Rinne sets his sights on one thing, he's too excited to think about anything else. Not the grass calling to him, nor the reluctance to let go of Takasugi when his own cowardice wants to pull away.]
Over there!
[His hand moves down to grab Takasugi's wrist and drag him to a nice, cool, and quiet spot in the shade. Rinne's strides are big, but careful.]
Try to keep up, Prez. I don't want ya crampin' my style!
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Date: 2025-04-06 12:08 am (UTC)and besides, a god's supposed to cultivate harmony with their "followers", yeah? not that he really is one, or at least not right now, but he's got reasons for asking beyond polite concern. this could be his make-or-break event for easily connecting with the people, an impulsive avenue that many of the other augmented weren't likely to take, and takasugi's seen enough men die on the streets as their domains turned against them.
he isn't about to let their candles get snuffed out so easily in this new land, and especially not when he was still discovering what it needed of him.
that said, as he's dragged across the grass and under the dappling light of the trees, the park makes him feel... lighter, to the point where he isn't as annoyed at being tugged around. when they stop, he wrenches free, looking a deal more lively than he did days ago in his room. )
You sure do whatever the hell you want, don't you? Not that I entirely mind it. Life's more fun when you least expec—
( ... oh? he jabs a finger towards the distance. )
Take a look over there, Amagi-kun. They're chasing each other. Is this where the people of this city have their secret trysts, you think?
( he's oddly hyped about it, hefting the shamisen off his shoulder to start tuning it. )
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Date: 2025-04-07 05:38 am (UTC)Caught doing what? Well, he's shy. He's supposed to be the one making vulgar remarks around here. Is this what he puts everyone through? ]
Don't point at 'em, you—! Anyone ever teach ya how to mind your own business? You're giving the 27 Club a bad name. Jeez... No matter where I go, these city people get so shameless.
[ And Rinne can't explain why, but when his eyes trace the glistening sweat as it rolls down their flushed skin, when the wind presses their clothes into tight silhouettes against the sunlight, he begins to imagine the pulse beneath their flesh. How his teeth could sink into it.
His jaw tightens. ]
Sit. [ Like Takasugi's an unruly subordinate. Rinne does the same on one of the benches. ] Hell yeah I do whatever I want. Are we here to jam or what?
[ He cracks his case open. Inside, resting in worn velvet, is an old guitar scuffed at the edges, fretboard smoothed by calloused fingers. It reminds him of the one he played on street corners when rent was due — when the music was all that wouldn't fail him. ]
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Date: 2025-04-07 02:45 pm (UTC)( he, too, is distracted. or has been, since the moment he lay eyes on them from across this field of jade that ripples occasionally like a picturesque wave.
it's not like he's that sort of voyeur or anything, but there’s something thrilling about the chase. it makes takasugi's throat itch for a breath, as if he’s been holding it without even realizing it. it's so suddenly enticing, almost like he’s anticipating the moment when either side will rip into the other, their fingers grazing skin to draw back stripes of red.
the thought of it springs out of nowhere, or from somewhere deep down, but the stupid grin on his face subsides when he hears that firm "sit", bringing him back to reality. takasugi's gaze sweeps over rinne with an unassumed sigh. )
... throes of spring, as it were, and we're supposed to be learning what we can. Obviously they'd come somewhere less crowded to handle their business, given how stupidly repressed they all seem to be. It's like we just stumbled upon a hidden achievement without even trying. ... Anyhow, who's in charge here?
( he says while literally taking that seat upon the grass, seemingly unconcerned with getting stains on his clothing.
all it takes is a pluck or two for takasugi to check out the instrument, tilting his neck slightly to the side once he’s satisfied with the sound. it feels as natural as breathing, this, and before long, his strums carry him away into the sound. there's an odd elegance about him while he crafts the backbeat of their music, eyes closed and a bead of sweat running down his cheek. maybe it's because he's not talking for once. )
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Date: 2025-04-07 08:25 pm (UTC)Having the chance to watch such a historical performance up close is so exciting, Rinne thinks he might just have to bite Takasugi for another—
He shakes the thought off his mind. What's wrong with him today? Is his hunger so bad that he can't concentrate? He has to focus. He had a boss to impress, and Niki's done more for him while running on less.
Rinne joins in with his guitar, following the rhythm as he gives it body and color with his own sound. He doesn't know how he looks with an acoustic guitar now, not when his new persona barely calls for it. If anything, playing for a crowd is something he's used to. Just focus on the strings, Rinne tells himself, and be grateful that song is the only thing you can draw from them.
When the song ends, Rinne looks up at him almost expectantly. Was he good? No, was he fun? He hates it when he's like this, eyes softening like he's a puppy. Complimenting Takasugi plainly would drive him into a corner, and Rinne doesn’t want to get empty praise after begging for it. He should crack a joke instead. Play dumb, play it cool, anything to put them in a situation where they don't have to talk about it. ]
Yo, you sure you don't wanna swap seats? Ain't no way you wanna mess up your fit this early.
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Date: 2025-04-07 11:12 pm (UTC)( his heart might've been dry this morning, but now it sings amidst the sound of their separate melodies gradually coming to harmony, like a bird in the trees.
takasugi can't remember the last time he felt this enthusiastic about music. he's typically playing alone, even among a crowd—for his comrades who sought solace as they discussed their plans well into the night, and for the soldiers that walked past him to their deaths, until eventually, he ended up with hardly anyone left to listen beyond his mistress and the insects that thought they could seek comfort in that miserable sickbed of his.
but rinne chases every note, glancing so pitifully at him, that takasugi can't help but feel excited. a younger man, who's too "curious for his own good", or whatever he'd said. he'll have to give him a head-pat or two, or... or do something more normal for him, after this. like take him out drinking, with the empty hole in his pocket. maybe finally ask why he bothered with that stupid drunken act of his, and—
as the small crowd approaches closer, takasugi flashes rinne a playful grin, plucking a little more erratically in an attempt to show off.
a grin that vanishes mid-twang as a rock sails past them, accompanied by a decry from somewhere in the back: "show a little more respect and keep the noise levels down in our beautiful park!". )
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Date: 2025-04-08 03:42 am (UTC)But Takasugi isn't analyzing. He’s improvising. A quick tug lifts the corner of Takasugi's mouth—a smile.
Rinne snorts. What a show-off! But the brazen melody reawakens something within Rinne. Not permission—he doesn't give a damn about permission—but encouragement, he thinks. Takasugi is enjoying this, and Rinne can't help but smile back.
Then it happens.
Noise, they said?
It's been weeks since that concert. It was easier when the first stone cast was his own. It was a water bottle he'd positioned at just the right angle to fall on him when the time came. After that, the hate came pouring. He could accept that. All it did was confirm a truth he already knew. He was a deviant, a monster. Someone society could never take into the fold.
But when someone takes Takasugi's smile and tells him the same, Rinne's blue eyes flash red. The fire within him starts to burn.]
Gyahahaha! Look, Prez. We got haters already!
[Then, to the crowd:] Can't you just be happy we ain't fuckin' in the fields? Ya sick freaks! I don't care who died and made ya king of the park. We'll do as we damn please!
[Rinne flashes his middle finger at their audience. He expects shock, but what he doesn't anticipate is the fear. Their faces contort into horror as his hands transform into monstrous claws and show everyone the beast that has begun to take hold.]
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Date: 2025-04-09 05:26 am (UTC)takasugi catches a whiff of it on the breeze before seeing it in their faces, a strange shudder of realization passing through his body—another sign that he's changing.
but he's not too concerned about their complaints when it comes to the noise, even if it's annoying. he's confident they'll adapt to it, and maybe even come to appreciate it, where it's not as if he'd been ignorant to the judgmental looks from some of the lower class who viewed them as a misuse of resources. with a little time and patience, something that's never been his strong suit, they'll see the light and come around. by then, they'll have their routine down, and maybe even jotted down some lyrics that suit rinne's bold tones. a folk song, maybe. did he learn those up north, under those strict parents of his?
however bad things get, what's important is to make something interesting out of it. )
Whining comes naturally to those who feel powerless in front of change. That's all.
( it's his turn to be a smart-ass, the sharp twang of each pluck on his shamisen gradually coming to stall.
he looks up, wanting to see the disrespectful smirk on rinne's face to match the voice, and finally realizes what a part of the crowd has been staring and pointing at. like a creature let loose in the woods, he's starting to shift. but before takasugi can make a move to rise to his feet, or step in front of him—
he notices another tossed arm, another rock headed their way.
this one, aimed right at rinne and his defiance. )
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Date: 2025-04-09 05:32 am (UTC)the calm in takasugi dissipating as entirely unrelated incidents flash through his mind.
or, unrelated as far as his memory may want him to believe, the final moments of his friends and his mentor playing out in his mind during the quiet moments of his prison cell ages ago. all those incidents he was powerless to prevent, marked by grief and anger. and maybe it's selfish of him to think of them right now and use that grief to fuel him, but the thought of rinne maybe taking a fatal blow right now while they were sitting in a place of peace and supposed contentment, to imagine blood cracking on his face in lines like bark almost makes him go pale.
but right now, he can do something.
he can quickly push up from his knees, faster than an average human, and swing his shamisen in a wide arc like a baseball bat to strike that rock with a loud CLANG.
it whips through branches and into the great beyond, his face contorting despite a grin as if he's trying to keep from biting down too hard on the unexpectedly sharp teeth rowing his mouth. deep breaths, takasugi. a couple in the crowd who'd been enjoying the act are seeking out the perpetrator, while others whisper "can you be charged for acts against an augmented like that?" to each other. )
Anyone else wanna give that a shot? We're got plenty of energy for more up here. Don't be shy.
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Date: 2025-04-09 11:48 am (UTC)The Amagis claimed to be descendants of gods or... whatever farce his ancestors fed their people long ago. He never believed a word of it, but when the crowd recoils, memories he'd long buried since come back to the surface: villagers scurrying past him, elders murmuring when they think he can't hear, and his brother looking at him with what he can only recognize as pity. No one dared to stay by his side. All they saw was a god to be worshipped or a beast to be feared. The stone cast at him scares him to death, but it only seems right.
Right. What's right was the only thing that ever really mattered.
Then, the sound of metal swinging at something hard. A home run? Rinne looks up and finds his protector right in front of him. ]
Prez...?
[ Not only that, but the crowd... is bothered? On their behalf? The sentiment is so foreign that he almost wants to pinch himself to make sure! But if there were even a couple of people enjoying the show—
No, if even just Takasugi was enjoying the show, then shouldn't that be enough for Rinne to keep playing? ]
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Date: 2025-04-09 11:49 am (UTC)Drop it, Prez. I know I'm your damsel in distress, but quit swingin' your shamisen around. [ He flashes him a quick, cocky grin. ] Let's show this crowd what they've been missing!
[ On his acoustic guitar, Rinne starts playing a song that is probably only funny to Takasugi, especially as he starts to rap.............. ]
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Date: 2025-04-10 02:19 pm (UTC)they slash through takasugi's moment of inner panic like an act of faith, his crooked expression coming to calm when their little act refuses to grind to a halt.
when he realizes, in that moment, how truly reliable this new companion of his is.
damsel in distress... that's a good one. red fur is sprouting up all over his chest in distracting, itchy patches, but all takasugi can do is blink in a rare moment of awe. he lowers his arm, and the shamisen with it, stepping nimbly out of the way as rinne keeps up the momentum while seemingly shrugging off what just happened. while slowly embracing the fear of this oncoming shift, a one that looks strikingly similar to takasugi's.
"an asian rendezvous with a shanghai honey". are those lyrics on purpose, considering that annoying delegation he had to attend once upon a time? how cheeky.
his shamisen is fine, of course. sure, it's a little scuffed, but it’s not your typical instrument with all the modifications he's done.
nothing's stopped, and rinne is doing fine ( mostly ), so what else can he do but take his seat again and improvise a rhythm alongside those guitar string plucks? let the fleeting nature of this sun-kissed day take them away. let each strike of the bachi on strings hit the remaining skeptics in the crowd at full force, even as his claws grow painfully long. )
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Date: 2025-04-10 03:35 pm (UTC)Rinne's nose lingers on the scent of their audience long after they're gone, his gaze trained in their direction as he digs his claws into the bench and digests what had just happened. ]
That was the first applause I've gotten in a while...
[ It's so much better than performing alone. He couldn't imagine what it would have been like without Takasugi's support. But that's not what a seasoned idol should say during times like these, is it? A quirk of his lip gives way to a brighter grin as he turns to his business partner. ]
Heheh, what'd I tell ya? I'm... a professional—
[ Something in the air is sticky and sweet the way a deer is as he skins it. His nostrils flare, and he turns away before he leans in and does anything that might damn them both. Blood, sweat — they were easier to ignore when music took over him. But now...
Someone in the crowd called them twin foxes. Is that what he was? He's seen foxes in forests and how they laughed as they frolicked with their own kind. This urge within him felt far more shameless than that.
He shoves his guitar back in its case and locks it quickly. ]
Thanks, Prez. I gotta go.
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Date: 2025-04-10 04:47 pm (UTC)( the last time takasugi starting shifting, it was driven by his overwhelming excitement, and not just alarm.
here, he hasn't fully embraced it yet; it's just his hands and chest, and those ears that are starting to fold a bit on top of his head without him realizing it, but— )
You don't want to celebrate our victory? Though I guess we didn't exactly cash in, and my pockets aren't as lined as yours, for obvious reasons.
( he says it with an audible pout, almost on purpose. they didn't play to total exhaustion, and it's fine to stop. it was a solid win with a few bumps along the way, and who wouldn’t want to wipe off all this sweat and focus on getting their body back to normal after all that stress? plus, judging from their hilariously similar changes and the way every part of this park is playing on his senses, it must be the same for rinne, too.
but.
it feels like a toy is being snatched away, just like that. he wipes the back of a fur-covered hand across his forehand, taking the time to stand upright, and then tries to do the same for a cheek of rinne's that's been turned away from him. )
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Date: 2025-04-10 05:34 pm (UTC)Oh, god. The scent is bad enough, but seeing his face just makes Rinne want to tear into him more. He pushes Takasugi's hand away to pick up his guitar. ]
I'm already drunk.
[ Rinne doesn't bother with his usual volume or obnoxiousness. For some reason, his body has determined there's no longer a need for that. ]
I didn't like the shamisen, anyway. You're too good-looking, so don't stand next to me. I can do it alone next time, so just worry about the money.
[ The rapid-fire excuses come one after another. Anything to keep Takasugi safe before he can get out of here. ]
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Date: 2025-04-10 11:59 pm (UTC)he draws back the swatted hand, holding it up to his face, not a one of those statements enough to make takasugi flinch. if anything, the red on rinne's face and the little white lies are making him a bit easier to read. he's got to be overwhelmed, or deeply touched by what little reception they received, especially considering that comment he made quietly as they let the audience's waning energy wash over them.
right. he doesn't flinch at all, until a scent that isn't his makes his skin prickle.
it must've transferred when takasugi rubbed the back of his palm against him, this scent. as the pleasure of it warms his blood, he pauses awkwardly to take it in. to which, it... really does smell good, this particular musk of rinne's. not that he'll comment on it any. he can hold it in, even as a heat spreads down his belly and he feels a sudden strange urge to shove rinne over into the grass. at least, for now. )
Giving the cold shoulder to your first fan? Hey, it's totally fine to admit you had a good time. No need to feel embarrassed about it. Thinking on it, I really should've lugged Mini Arahabaki out here to record us. Lack of foresight on my part. Though, judging by the audience reaction, they might've taken matters into their own hands. Who knows. We might hear some gossip later about how a couple innocent citizens were accosted by a couple fox-men.
( negging rinne is a good distraction, as he refastens the scraped shamisen. and because he can't resist, heady with the smell of everything blooming and of all that sweat: )
You sure love to comment on how gorgeous I am all the time, don't you?
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Date: 2025-04-11 03:02 am (UTC)Rinne hastily wipes the drooling corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. He swallows thickly.]
So? I call it like I see it. Don't get too excited. People tell you that all the time, don't they?
It's my job as an idol to sell my image. What I say, what I wear—every choice I make is deliberate. Maybe it ain't the whole truth, but at least it's what I wanna do. Yet all of that comes to you like it's second nature... 'Course I'm gonna say you're cool.
[Takasugi using his shamisen to protect him was really cool.]
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Date: 2025-04-11 02:38 pm (UTC)and though rinne doesn't notice it, with his back turned, the corners of takasugi's mouth set in a firm line.
second nature? he'd still be your average nobody without that school and that mentor, trapped in his domain with nothing but the golden cage of a comfortable life and everyone trying to spoil him further. he wasn't like sakamoto-kun, who seemed to soar effortlessly through the skies even past his death. his wings had been clipped twice now, and he won’t get another chance unless he puts in the effort here. )
Sure. Being an idol is about lying to your audience, then. I can get that. Even the most renowned tayu put their heart into every stroke of their calligraphy, no matter how silly or dull the message may be.
( he tap, taps a claw against the strap holding up his instrument. pensive. )
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Date: 2025-04-11 02:43 pm (UTC)( when you've only got one life to live, even.
well... whatever. he smooths an ear out as he turns to leave, giving rinne's back a little wave. he'd rather come down from the awkward changes to his body alone, and spend time taking note of certain things that didn't happen last time for later. )
It was fun, Amagi-kun. I'll be in touch.
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Date: 2025-04-13 08:23 pm (UTC)You're not the flawless heir to your father's legacy. You're not the unruly rebel who ran away from home. You're not even the idol who fought tooth and nail to earn every last scrap of love in those overflowing boxes of fan mail.
You're just a boy. Lost. And you stay lost as long as you let the water close over your head.
But then... a hand grabs yours. Pulls you up. You break the surface and suddenly, you remember: the fire in your chest, the dream in your hands, the self you were building before the weight dragged you under.
Rinne had always wanted to become an idol he could love.
When Takasugi asks him the same question he asks the crowd—the one that always sends a ripple through the stage lights—a spring breeze cuts through the still waters, electric and alive.
Rinne doesn't look back. He doesn't want to make hunger this worse. Instead, his fingertips trace and linger where Takasugi's hand had been, recalling the brief comfort it gave him before restraint compelled him to pull away.]
It was fun...?
[He balls that same hand into a fist. He's gotta get out of here. Back in his hometown, calling someone delicious is a compliment. This time, he's afraid he might mean it in every way.]
@ salem (this would be before they get tasked to go into the woods)
Date: 2025-04-08 02:41 pm (UTC)"Prez"? As in president?
@MOSTHANDSOMEPREZ
Date: 2025-04-08 06:38 pm (UTC)... oh. it's that woman who called him OR-DI-NA-RY.
he latches mini-arahabaki's panel shut. )
What else would it be
You know, presumably
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Date: 2025-04-08 07:08 pm (UTC)me, not eleanor ]
I'm admittedly not "hip" with "slang" so anything, honestly. Especially when you're bringing other worlds and times into things.
But more seriously. President of what? A company? A country?
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Date: 2025-04-08 08:24 pm (UTC)To be more precise, my company
"Takasugi Heavy Industries"
I suppose I should let go of the title since it doesn't really matter much anymore
But, well
Once you've had a taste of corporate power, it's not easy to give it up
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Date: 2025-04-08 08:24 pm (UTC)That, and it makes me sound cool
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Date: 2025-04-08 08:49 pm (UTC)Understood. And in fact makes a bit more sense why you were interested in my whole Protoframe thing, considering.
I actually wanted to potentially ask you a favor, since that interest also means you might be able to help me out. Patho-Gen gave me a few of my usual weapons, but they've also very obviously been a bit tampered with and/or disassembled. And embarrassingly, I'm not exactly proficient enough to be sure they're safe.
Think you could take a look?
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Date: 2025-04-10 03:40 am (UTC)someone might ask her if there are any conditions for that favor, but takasugi just smiles at the text, aware that the tech could come in handy down the line the moment he gets a closer look at it.
how lucky for him that this opportunity fell in his lap. )
More than sure
In fact, I'd love to have a chance at it
I'll even share something fun with you in exchange
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Date: 2025-04-10 03:30 pm (UTC)And I'm free whenever you are.
Though, as a heads up, since I'm letting everyone know... My telepathy is back to its (annoyingly) potent levels, so. If we meet up, I'll be overhearing your thoughts, to put it simply. Sorry in advance, but it's not something I have control over. Not all that much, at least.
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Date: 2025-04-10 06:04 pm (UTC)Not that it's a big secret or anything, but sometimes it's just better to keep that sort of thing under wraps
Don't show your cards right away and all that
Here, you'll be the first to see it
Though, I guess you'd be able to figure it out anyway if you can read my mind
( a power on the level of the divine... it's wild she gave that up so freely. he'd keep that secret for sure. )
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Date: 2025-04-10 06:26 pm (UTC)I'll see you in the multi-purpose space downstairs, then.
un: treeleaf
Date: 2025-05-31 06:19 pm (UTC)🌳🍃！ 👧🏽🐎
健あｌｔｈ？ ☺️？
@MOSTHANDSOMEPREZ, text
Date: 2025-06-01 12:38 am (UTC)in the world.
is this some kind of distress signal? hello? he's trying not to lose it. this is probably the most interesting text he's gotten thus far. there's an urge to reply, 「いや、誰」to that obvious flub in transmission, but it all comes out in that perfectly universal text they all manage innately when his thumbs press on the pad. well. )
Sure
Not sure I like what that wave suggests though
( okay, but. amagi-kun sends these. emoji, wasn't it? )
🐎 ? What
Can you type a name?
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Date: 2025-06-01 02:01 am (UTC)If a certain someone wasn’t almost completely illiterate in her own tongue to start with. But… she’s trying! The text messages, everyone said they were convenient and important to know how to do…
Also look she’s sorry she doesn’t know how to write Choshu… they’ve got bright fruits and strong men and ocean down there, right???]
🐎❌
👧🏽🐎
🌳🍃
tree leaf
[Is there any other way to write “木の葉”? Well…]
🍊🤼♂️🌊🏯👨🏻🦰 🖐️🍑 🫨🐎 💨
🤔？
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Date: 2025-06-01 02:23 pm (UTC)but, he doesn't actually need to give her a hard time. there's an easy solution for this: checking the profile embedded in the device.
konoha, ... huh. cute name. )
Come to think, I didn't ask your name at the time
What, did you get stuck in something somewhere and you need my help?
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Date: 2025-06-01 05:41 pm (UTC)also oh no so many words she doesn’t know help… Well, “help” is the only one she thinks she makes out, actually…]
HELP?
HELP❌
🌳🍃 👋🙂 🍊🤼♂️🌊🏯👨🏻🦰
FOOD🥩🍚
🫃？
( 1 / 2 )
Date: 2025-06-01 07:55 pm (UTC)audio
Date: 2025-06-01 08:16 pm (UTC)( ... does she know how to do that, though?
he's thankful for all his tech know-how in times like this. snatching that holy grail was so worth it. )
A button that sort of resembles... a bucket, with ripples pouring out of it, maybe.
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Date: 2025-06-02 02:23 am (UTC)But oh, it's a voice message. Konoha is a bit embarrassed, because she had hoped to get farther than this with her hanji-e method, but. It seems rude to force it. So... it's a voice message that is returned.]
Master Takasugi, hello... It's Konoha!
[... Okay, he already knew that, but.]
Sorry about the puzzle pictures... I figured I should practice, so I thought I would ask after your health, but... What I probably should have asked is if you didn't mind puzzle pictures. Sorry about that... !
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Date: 2025-06-02 04:06 am (UTC)( the question about his health...
is a bit annoying. whether she knows or doesn't know, there've been too many inquiring, or implying, like he's about to keel over this very second. )
I'm fine. ( he says, like a LYING LIAR. ) Though on the food front, things could definitely use some improvement in general. They stopped serving eggs in the Valentia. Eggs, of all things. You might as well tell me to starve.
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Date: 2025-06-02 04:27 am (UTC)Aha, yeah... I've never met so many people who can read and write before...
[And do magic... and transform into monsters... and go to different worlds... and look very unlike all the humans she has ever met before... and all... the rest...
Thankfully(?) their timeline different means she doesn't Know, but. You should just ask after others' health... and unless they give you reason to believe otherwise, you also believe them when they say they're fine. So Takasugi is fine. That's good.]
Do you really like eggs, Master Takasugi? I kind of miss them, too... Maybe we can go out to the farmlands and trade for some? Some people there are willing to barter for work.
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Date: 2025-06-02 06:04 pm (UTC)( not so much the work part. )
What've you got for trade?
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Date: 2025-06-02 06:11 pm (UTC)[Aha… sorry, Takasugi, it’s the work part…]
I’m a-
[… No, she doesn’t want to make it past tense-]
I’m a lumber yard foreman, back home, see, so, I have lots of experience felling and hauling… and I’m strong, so, I can do most anything needs doing. Plowing or harvesting, too.
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Date: 2025-06-02 09:46 pm (UTC)( hmm. )
Have you met with any of them on your own? These supposed farmhands, I mean.
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Date: 2025-06-02 11:46 pm (UTC)Even though it’s simultaneously scarier because he’s from a similar world… it’s precisely because he is that she doesn’t want to hear him say,]
- Not like a typical workhorse.
Horses are animals that need to be told and shown what to do. I know how to think just as good as any person.
[The answer to the question is held hostage, for a moment.]
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Date: 2025-06-03 12:06 am (UTC)he can't tell if there's palpable tension or any frigidity there, but her tone is firm. convinced of her truth.
and it's a response like this that can make a man as casually obnoxious as takasugi bring a hand to his chin. )
Of course, of course. I've seen you up close and personal. You're worlds more clever and interesting than some mere animal.
( time to try and smooth things over before he loses this opportunity entirely. )
My mistake, Konoha-kun. I'll make it up to you. An extra egg in your gyuudon or something. Well. If we had that sort of cuisine here.
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Date: 2025-06-03 01:04 pm (UTC)There's a moment when it seems she might not reply, but then-]
Really? A whole extra egg? I've never even had beef before, that would be impressive enough. I'll get spoiled...
[It's forgiven. So she releases the "hostage", too.]
Thank you, Takasugi-dono. I'll take it! ... If I can find a farmer willing to barter for eggs. But I think I can! I've worked with a few now!
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Date: 2025-06-03 08:48 pm (UTC)( hah. hahah. )
And of course, we'll get you your egg. And beef, too, if I can manage it. You've seriously never had any? I've got a couple extra mouths to feed that might appreciate a treat like that too.
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Date: 2025-06-04 03:50 am (UTC)What should I tell them you’re good at? If you don’t want to play music.
[Will he play for her if she asks??? She kind of wants to… she hasn't heard anything good since the last festival…]
No, never! My parents are farmers, we’re happy enough with river fish and chicken… oh, and I buy game for us sometimes! I make enough for that.
[But that’s boar money not beef money… gosh… the dream… wait, other mouths? The phrasing sounds like kids, but… they were all taken, it can’t be-]
You have… lots of friends, then?
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Date: 2025-06-05 03:39 am (UTC)( ... well. anyway— )
Hmmm. I suppose I could check out anything they have broken and see if it's worth fixing, especially if it's mechanical. I've got a bit of know-how in that regard.
( or a way to cheat himself into that know-how, at least. )
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Date: 2025-06-05 11:02 am (UTC)[He was physically extremely not anything like the self-styled Lord Sha, and okay, maybe not in other ways, too, but... that line sounded exactly like something that person would say. It's almost nice. A little more familiar.]
Choshu must be much more different than what I was imagining... you have "machines" there? Someone asked me how "advanced my Japan was", and the fanciest thing I could come up with was the loom and woodblock prints and stuff.
[Haha...]
... They said that wasn't that advanced, apparently...
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Date: 2025-06-05 10:46 pm (UTC)( the loom... hmm. how to explain this. )
Not exactly. It's a little complicated, but... well.
Let's say you were granted a sort of wish device, that would give you whatever you desired. What would you ask for?
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Date: 2025-06-05 11:03 pm (UTC)[It’s admiration in her voice, not resentment. And then… confusion.]
Whatever I desired? Like… anything in the whole world? Or something just for me?
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Date: 2025-06-05 11:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-06-05 11:30 pm (UTC)[That’s hard. Just one wish? Even though he said it could be anything it feels impossible still somehow that she could say something like “no more wars“ or “no more famine”. And as happy as she would be to wish just for the happiness of her own family, it felt so selfish to waste the hypothetical wish when there were so many other people who needed help…
It actually takes for a while to think about it, before,]
I guess… I would wish that jinba would be equal with humans. That no one would enslave them again, or ride them, or treat them badly because they’re different.
Something like that… ?
[(Might explain her displeasure at being compared to a workhorse.)]
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Date: 2025-06-06 12:45 pm (UTC)( it's a sincere hope from a farmer's daughter.
a far cry from what he did with his, albeit still in the name of change.
he smiles on the other end, unseen. )
Anyhow, I had such a device at some point, if you can believe it. Past my death, I ended up using it to alter the course of history, and gained a wealth of knowledge beyond things like the loom, and paper maps, and whatever else might've been brewing in Choshu at the time. So. These new-age "machines" are definitely something I can fangle with.
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Date: 2025-06-06 01:06 pm (UTC)But she bites all that down because,]
Y- You actually had one? A magic wish?
[And wait-]
What do you mean "past your death"? You were alive last time we talked?? Aren't you alive right now???
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Date: 2025-06-06 03:20 pm (UTC)Wow. Look at the time. Anyhow, I'm looking forward to meeting these farmer friends of yours.
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Date: 2025-06-06 03:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-06-06 03:42 pm (UTC)it's just way more entertaining to listen to her fret over it. but soon. )
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Date: 2025-06-06 05:58 pm (UTC)🍊🤼♂️🌊🏯👨🏻🦰
🌳🍃 😫 ！！
❌☎️ 🔜 ❌🥚 ！！
[... Okay that might be a bluff, but. She sends it anyway. HOW IS SHE SUPPOSED TO RECOMMEND HIM TO POTENTIAL EMPLOYERS IF HE MIGHT HANG UP ON THEM IF THEY ASK A SENSIBLE QUESTION...]
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Date: 2025-06-06 06:09 pm (UTC)there are some things better spent explaining in person, and it's not his fault her immediate panic is a little funny.
still, he can send a final text. just to reassure her. he isn't totally heartless. )
🩹🤞
I'll tell you more on that face-to-face
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Date: 2025-06-18 08:37 pm (UTC)🤞👀
[She'll see about that!!! But. Fine. It's a response.]
@artsyblobbu
Date: 2025-06-07 06:49 am (UTC)knock knock
[ is he annoying yet... ]
@MOSTHANDSOMEPREZ
Date: 2025-06-07 05:33 pm (UTC)but that's only to be expected, right? he recognizes the username. )
Cute
But how come my device doesn't have these
Did you make them yourself?
( the real concern here. )
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Date: 2025-06-07 09:07 pm (UTC)nah our connection is deep but im not the one who made the little guy
they should have some for you to choose from tho
[ sends him a link to the sticker shop. is it a shop... ]
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Date: 2025-06-08 01:09 am (UTC)but also, sending stickers like that would be a little too much fanservice for someone he barely knows. well. )
Consider it your lucky day
Or maybe I'm just feeling good?
Either way
What's got you reaching out?
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Date: 2025-06-08 11:26 am (UTC)you mentioned wanting more photos yeah
i figured i could help since all ive got is time
[ ... and maybe it'd help him find the inspiration he feels like he's lost in this place. ]
lol should i send you my resume
or should we just jump into my interview
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Date: 2025-06-08 02:49 pm (UTC)anyway, he did say that. but it's not like he needs to...
....... )
What
You seriously have one?
Forward it to me right away
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Date: 2025-06-10 03:35 am (UTC)rafayel
experience: painting i guess
i also own my own studio at whitesand beach
skills: candy art
books published: our little fishie tales
certifications is just this meme. ]
so what do you think
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Date: 2025-06-10 04:08 am (UTC)( not that there were resumes in his time. at all. those of a certain status were just expected to answer the call.
still, this is fun. )
And damn
I completely forgot about that one-shot
I better be getting royalties if you actually pushed it to the printing stage
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Date: 2025-06-10 06:57 am (UTC)but what you do with it
[ is that actually how the phrase goes? ]
yeah it gonna be a hit with the kids i think
i still need your illustrations for it to all come together
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Date: 2025-06-10 02:50 pm (UTC)Length matters
Especially when you're trying to get it right the first time
But, anyway
I hope you're not expecting me to pay for these services
Many of us Augmented aren't exactly rolling in numis
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Date: 2025-06-12 05:28 am (UTC)[ he is nothing but confident at least??
but noOOOoO i can't be the first ]
if youre broke yknow you can just lead with that
but no worries you can consider it my personal journey at finding inspiration
[ but also do you put payment in the form of melon yogurt drinks? ]
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Date: 2025-06-14 03:15 pm (UTC)I've got too much dignity for that, as unique as it sounds
But I've got a proposition that'll inspire you for sure
Or rather, subjects for your art
If you'll be my personal photographer
( talent. he needs your talent. )
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Date: 2025-06-15 05:30 am (UTC)the hero always starts off broke at the start of their adventure
but youre that confident huh
people dun tend to be the focus of my works
but sure count me in
show me your subjects
[ because he figures if he's bored, he'll just leave. ]
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Date: 2025-06-15 05:06 pm (UTC)he'll send links to both rinne and niki's profiles. )
One has that vibe of a dog eagerly waiting for treats
While the other is ready to snap at your hands
Pretty distinguishing, wouldn't you say?
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Date: 2025-06-15 09:47 pm (UTC)but
one of these dogs of yours looks a little familiar
which one is which
[ because as far as rafayel knows...
they could both want treats? ]
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Date: 2025-06-16 12:07 am (UTC)Which one looks familiar
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Date: 2025-06-16 07:52 am (UTC)[ actually...
are they brothers? rafayel doesn't want to think of that actually. ]
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Date: 2025-06-16 04:04 pm (UTC)The one who snaps
I can assure you he's friendly, or
Maybe you know that yourself already
( if they've met, that is. twinning, though? no, no. takasugi's an original. right? )
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Date: 2025-06-18 07:39 am (UTC)if you call most kidnappers that sure
but ftr i dun see him as much of a snapper either
but maybe thatll change when hes on the other side of the lens
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Date: 2025-06-18 07:21 pm (UTC)M
Maybe
What's this about a kidnapping, though?
Was something illegal happening that I'm not aware of?
Clarify on that point, and quickly
text | early june, a few days after brunch
Date: 2025-06-10 04:57 pm (UTC)>> RINNE_A transferred 10000 NUMIS
[ Oh yeah, he changed his username. Not that it's important. ]
@MOSTHANDSOMEPREZ
Date: 2025-06-10 05:44 pm (UTC)What's the special occasion?
( because he's thinking about sending this back. now. )
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Date: 2025-06-10 06:06 pm (UTC)yay me!!!!!!!
[ This is a lie. But with the way things have been lately? He could call himself lucky. ]
and coz i always share my blessings
your hot & hardworking vassal (me) is finally paying tribute
so praise me!
and buy me a drink!
[ ... It's okay if he doesn't want to. Rinne will just start walking away. ]
( 1 / 2 ) action already... sorry
Date: 2025-06-10 06:46 pm (UTC)maybe it's a little juvenile, after the way he'd acted just days ago and with the memory of that red still staining his fingertips. but the corners of his mouth turn into a grin nonetheless.
amagi-kun wants him to treat him? with numis he claimed to have earned and then thrown his way?
he sits up immediately, discarding all of what he's been stewing on from his time spent out in the field— )
( 2 / 2 )
Date: 2025-06-10 06:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-06-10 07:02 pm (UTC)Prez?! [He feels a surge of heat up to the tips of his ears. Was Takasugi going to barge into his room again? Oh, for the love of—] Reply first!
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Date: 2025-06-10 07:55 pm (UTC)for once, he's not in his flashy and ornate-in-all-its-make attire, showing off his chest shamelessly for every disapproving karterian to see. today, he's in a snug, simple shirt and some faded jeans, a loose jacket that goes past his waist. takolegs circa c105, perhaps. half-shifting had loosened the threads of his favorite get-up, tearing the seams at his wrist and the straps of his thin undershirt. someone with more skill will need to touch it up for him, and so—
for now, these cheap threads will have to do.
he spreads his arms out lightly. )
No doing. After all, what if you'd gone and changed your mind while I was busy on my device? It isn't often you offer patronage to your very first fan. Or ask me to buy you something with money that's basically yours.
( he's all for it, though. )
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Date: 2025-06-11 12:32 am (UTC)Can Rinne assume this was a whim, too? It's not like Takasugi to dress so casually. He recalls what he told Takasugi that one sleepless night, when the man had entered his room to ask for a favor. It was impulsive. Reflexive, even, when he thinks about the exposed skin and how shame swept across his face as he remained in Takasugi's proximity and thought about the things only family were allowed to see and meant to do. But Takasugi isn't family, so maybe this isn't about that.
Rinne keeps his tone light.]
I know you're the generous type who acts like he's got a trust fund, but you can't seriously mean all of what's yours is mine. Even you need to live, doncha?
[Don't you? Seriously.
But it's true that he almost changed his mind. He's in the usual: a tank top underneath a loose dress shirt open enough for everyone to see the simple necklace he's had since his birthday around his neck, with jeans as comfortable as they can get. Nothing that looks like he thought about too hard, but nothing egregiously thoughtless either. He just didn't think his invitation would be that effective.
Rinne grins.]
Call it fanservice. Just like what you're doing with that getup, yeah?
[He winks, just to tease. But really, there's something up with that... He hopes Takasugi will explain, but he knows he won't.]
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Date: 2025-06-11 05:42 am (UTC)he hasn't forgotten, the way rinne distracts from the situation at hand when things get awkward a tell takasugi is becoming increasingly used to. he was the one seeking praise, only to quickly pull back on it. he was the one who extended a hand first this time, only to immediately start criticizing him. amagi rinne stands in front of him, just a bit taller, and takasugi is filled with questions he wants to ask for a moment, as well as that familiar urge to flick him on the forehead with a finger.
for starters: what was his actual reason for wanting to spend time together?
but takasugi lets that die in this throat, more interested in studying the shape of rinne's grin than saying something so pathetic. )
Don't get ahead of yourself. I know better than anyone what it means to have fun, which is exactly why what ends up in my hand tends to run off. But also, wasn't that how we met? Me forwarding what little I had over to you. Since then, I've only been getting back on my gamble overtime. So. Name wherever you like, and we'll go. Within budget, I mean. Some quiet pub somewhere, maybe.
( somewhere away from the buzzing crowd, like that club he'd invited rinne to for his birthday.
that wink and whatnot, though? )
This? With time, we'll be so well-known that this sort of thing will help keep the crowds from noticing me, won't it? I wouldn't exactly call it fanservice compared to what I usually wear, especially when there's no skin. Unless this is more your style?
( he lifts the hem of the shirt slightly, amused, the indents of his hips barely visible. )
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Date: 2025-06-11 06:12 am (UTC)Nah, I liked your usual...
2/2
Date: 2025-06-11 06:27 am (UTC)Everything except the one thing he left behind. Everything except the one thing he came here for.]
I know this nice and quiet speakeasy by the old theater. Real hole-in-the-wall type shit. [He jerks his head toward the stairs and starts moving in that direction. It's better than sticking around and ogling his boss...] We can walk. I'll make it interesting. ...Don't worry, I ain't running off!
[Not that he has any plans whatsoever. He's just doing whatever feels right in the moment.]
You've seen the news, yeah?
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Date: 2025-06-14 12:52 am (UTC)( things that deserve his attention as much as their efforts, depending on how they go.
the way down and out of the valentia is familiar, and so are the faces of karterians that try to feign their surprise at two augmented with such prominent features passing them by in casualness. he gives them a friendly smile, the sort that's knife-sharp when the dimming sun hits it a certain way.
they look good, the two of them, but that doesn't mean their business is anyone else's concern. normally, he wouldn't even bother to entertain his annoyance.
he waves a hand lightly, as if remembering something else. )
There's also the dull makings of some militia.
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Date: 2025-06-14 01:40 am (UTC)But even Takasugi doesn't want to focus on that...]
Oh, I heard about that. I don't think it's a bad idea to be prepared, but leaving everything in the hands of a literal god of war is kinda on the nose for me.
[Rinne slows down to match Takasugi's pace, leaning in as he tries to catch a glimpse of the man's face.]
What are you thinking?
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Date: 2025-06-14 02:36 am (UTC)only it's never been an issue before. and it isn't an issue now.
so why's his mind making it one? calm down. he needs to be watercolor, letting these conflicting feelings trying to surface wash off him. takasugi stalls slightly, swallowing for what he can't say but always comes easy to rinne—that you're too good-looking, so don't. don't do anything that might tempt him, while he's convinced himself that he's making things easier on the both of them.
and maybe it's a symptom of the imprinting, still, to be this excited about their closeness. or maybe he's just convincing himself of that too. )
... That it's going to cause trouble in the long-run, though whether for us, or the whole of Karteria, I haven't figured out yet. Gods like to think themselves above us, but they're just as fallible in their greatness, or so I discovered in the last timeline I was needed in. And I'd like to ignore it, but...
( he relaxes his fist in front of them as they walk, revealing an empty palm. )
Well. Regardless of what sort of hardships unfold in the future, 3kon will be there to give the performance of a lifetime, right? Ideally.
( to uplift them in their weariness, as rinne put it. he hasn't forgotten that. )
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Date: 2025-06-14 04:24 pm (UTC)Well. Not that Takasugi has ever given him shit for that.
Shame quickly turns into shamelessness. Rinne knows he'll only regret this again, but when he remembers how clear Takasugi is about what he wants, he can't help himself.]
Naturally! [he says in a voice a notch too loud.] Doesn't matter who the fuck they are or what they're doing. People see a star in the sky, and they're gonna want to grab it. We'll just be saving 'em the trouble.
[As Takasugi's idol, Rinne's role isn't lost on him. What was it he said again? He sees him as someone lively, no, brimming with life...
Hiiro would always blindly give him the harsh reality. Niki's kind, yet painfully honest. Didn't Takasugi tell him to treat him gently? At times like these, Rinne should say something Takasugi wants to hear. Something stupidly unexpected, something innocent and carefree—
With an elbow, Rinne gives Takasugi a friendly jab at his side.]
You're thinking too hard again. You should just forget about that stuff and become a full-time idol like me!
[Not with him. That's a totally different thing.]
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Date: 2025-06-14 10:23 pm (UTC)all the jab and assertion does is make him genuinely laugh, sharp canines showing for how wide his grin is.
it's fine. it's clear that rinne wants to have fun, and fun they shall have. they don't need to talk about the looming dangers, and whatever else. takasugi's good at living for the moment, but never at quelling what in him remains selfish, even if he's making his best attempt. which, he really did think it would easier before all this, and he can't promise he won't do it again. if only the stern comfort and frustration of being known hadn't made it obvious to him when he'd gotten a taste, though. )
Hahahah! Now there's an interesting proposal. You might say I'm already one of Choshu, at the very least. Those boring clansmen of mine couldn't compare in popularity, what with all the times they asked for my help instead of someone else's. But the stars in the sky are you two. I've already come crashing down in a blaze.
( as they get closer to the speakeasy, the entrance blends in pretty well, with empty kegs piled up outside, just waiting to be unloaded. the soft glow of the LED sign above gives it a nice touch, and as takasugi sticks a foot into the door—
he turns lightly before entering, lifting a hand to press two fingers together in a heart shape. )
But I'm looking forward to learning all those cute little hand signs you've mentioned. You will teach them to me, won't you? Of course you will. Since you brought them up, they've been on my mind.
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Date: 2025-06-15 02:34 am (UTC)The finger heart cuts into Rinne's view. It guides his focus back to Takasugi's face, completely in his element under the signage lights. Whenever he finds himself captivated by something beautiful like this, Rinne nearly forgets he's on Earth to begin with. The idol of Choshu, huh? Another strange cocktail of emotions swirls inside him as heat blooms across his cheeks.]
Sure, I'll teach ya. But don't worry about being cute right now. What matters is showing 'em something that'll stick. Kon kon♡
[He makes a fox sign with his hand, lets it hop once in the air, then with the tips of his thumb and fingers pressed together, makes the fox jump over the heart and kiss Takasugi's cheek.]
Kyaha! See? Now you'll think about me forever.
[Or maybe just for tonight. It's scary to think about, fully knowing the consequences, but if words are binding... could they bind Takasugi to this world? Rinne's smile tries not to waver this time as he pushes himself past the guilt and into the speakeasy.]
( 1 / 2 )
Date: 2025-06-15 03:58 am (UTC)it's a powerful gesture, those fingertips pressing against his cheek.
because he almost stumbles, slapping a hand against the leftover warmth.
what? huh? what? he'll never wash this cheek again.
... actually. redact that. that's going a bit too far. but it isn't just the summer heat on his skin, is it? the fan-service a real idol doles out is trying to make him smile beyond his own will, and— )
( 2 / 2 )
Date: 2025-06-15 04:17 am (UTC)when it's just the two of them...
takasugi's glad his device had been in his pocket. if his other self had seen it, he would have had to snap it in half, or at least delete him, and he needed him for reasons right now. phew.
he pushes inside, eyes adjusting quickly to the low light as he claims an adjacent seat. there's probably some leftover pink in his face, but it won't matter before long, as he slaps a palm lightly against the countertop for service. )
"Don't worry about being cute right now"? Funny, considering what that pantomimed movement means. But go ahead and order whatever you like, and don't hold back. I'll definitely be getting something strong. It's been a while since I indulged like this with someone.
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Date: 2025-06-15 05:19 am (UTC)He slides into the seat next to Takasugi easily.]
Then I'll have some bourbon on the rocks! It's the reward I deserve for being cute.
[Rinne would have said this either way, but saying so right after his boss admits to it is... a new feeling.]
Seriously though, I didn't think our act would go as well as it did. We got really lucky with that! Are you like, a god of fortune or something? When your schedule frees up, we should do that again!
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Date: 2025-06-15 01:02 pm (UTC)( it's an old-fashioned glass of whiskey for takasugi, where admittedly he's always a bit miffed that sake doesn't seem popular or prevalent here at all. it was the ideal drink to enjoy after a tough evening and with dinner, but he'll make do with something harsh in lieu of its absence.
despite his graceful looks, takasugi throws back the drink and savors the taste, an orange peel slapping against the glass while the ice tinkles softly. )
Actually. What do you think I'm so busy with, anyhow? Aside from the expeditions and whatever "challenges" Patho-Gen likes to throw our way. I told you that you could ask me anything, right?
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Date: 2025-06-15 03:11 pm (UTC)Rinne's lips part, as if the thought had only occurred to him just now. Well, no. Rinne knew he could approach Takasugi anytime. But just because the offer's there doesn't mean he should be taking it so greedily. Doesn't Takasugi need to rest? If he's anything like Rinne, though, then... ]
Figured you were busy doin' research. On this place, the people.
[ His brows furrow as he watches the ice in his glass melt. Bourbon is meant to be savored slowly, so he does just that. ]
Like, when I first moved to the city, I had to learn how to read and write. Then dealing with people was a whole other thing... Shit like that. And you like tinkering with what they've got around here, right? When I was a kid, I used to... [ He shakes his head. It's too soon for that story. ] What I'm saying is I didn't wanna mess with your vibe. Sure, you got a world to save, but you're having a lot of fun with it, yeah?
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Date: 2025-06-15 04:29 pm (UTC)takasugi turns his hand, lifts the glass slightly to signal the bartender to top him up, and then pays close attention to how rinne chooses his words.
always careful, this one, until takasugi tries to reach beneath the armor and rip it off. he sips a little more slowly at the refill this time, the sting in his throat more than he expected. still, they never held back during his time; the guys in his company always let loose without a second thought. he felt the same—getting together with drinks should be a fun time.
and so— )
Ahhh. And that's what I don't get—why you're always jumping to some conclusion without consulting me first. You think you're going to... what, ruin my vibe?
( sip. )
When I said we'd shake things up in this boring world together? I don't say that to just anyone, you know. If I thought you were less than what I saw originally, then true, I would've cut ties by now. But I'm still here. Anyhow, it's partly research into our fellow Augmented, and partly building the capital to secure us a small area for performing, among other things. Like a camera-man who's frankly a bit annoying, I'll admit, next to the fact that his work is solid.
( it's the truth, even if he doesn't mention all his methods. the pleasant thrum of alcohol is slowly working its way into his head. )
1/3
Date: 2025-06-15 05:21 pm (UTC)[ And that's the thing. Rinne doesn't want to be everyone. And he knows this isn't the first time Takasugi's said this. Time and again, he'd always tell Rinne he was good. That he was enough. But even Takasugi had expectations, and Rinne wasn't always confident he could meet them, and...
Why is Rinne so hung up over what Takasugi thinks, anyway?
He takes another sip. ]
But a cameraman, huh? [ Rinne smiles at the thought. Will the cameraman tell him how good he looks on stage? Niki only cares about food and Takasugi's stingy in that department, so he hasn't exactly gotten any feedback on that. ] And here I thought we were just gonna rawdog our marketing 'til we went viral. Heh! Maybe being under your agency ain't so bad♪
Yeah, that's it. I work under you, so you're taking care of me. That's a real boss for ya! Niki takes care of me too, but that's kinda different. Niki wouldn't give a fuck if I went home and threw up on him right now. But you...
2/3
Date: 2025-06-15 05:22 pm (UTC)[ For some reason, his chest hurts. ]
3/3
Date: 2025-06-15 05:26 pm (UTC)[ Distract. Deflect. Anything to make this conversation a little easier. Anyway, wasn't this night supposed to be fun? ]
Why? [ He smirks. ] Don't trust 'em like you trust your Rinne-kun?
( 1 / 2 )
Date: 2025-06-15 05:53 pm (UTC)now it is hitting, the way his fingertips catch the condensation on the glass a bit more distracting. and why's he being challenged at a time like this, when he was already swallowing the embarrassment of being paid out by a younger man to come here? when he had been caught bouncing on his heels, rushing out the door blindly to find some common ground and be caught up in the whirlwind that was amagi rinne?
to mess with him, and pull the information he wanted out of him forcibly. that's what was so fun originally. now it feels like...
the question turns in his mind over and over, gaze slowly drifting away and to the countertop. )
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Date: 2025-06-15 06:03 pm (UTC)he starts messing with that mop of dark red hair, using a free hand to scratch lightly at one of rinne's ears. )
Always trying to bite the hand that feeds you. But that's what makes you so charming, isn't it? There, there, Amagi-kun. No one in Valentia even comes close to you. You're handsome, and you've got a voice that would make anyone want to kiss you on the mouth.
( did he think he forgot the praise part? takasugi's face is flush with drink. )
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Date: 2025-06-15 06:12 pm (UTC)?!?!!?
??!?!?!?!!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!??!??
Now Rinne's the one red in the face. ]
I wasn't jealous.
[ He doesn't stop Takasugi, though. He just sits there, lowers his head, and takes it. Rarely does he feel someone's touch and allow it without consequence. But if it's Takasugi, it's fine. Maybe it's the imprinting? Maybe it's the way his Natural Soul has forged his body anew. Whatever it is, when Takasugi scratches behind his ears and praises him, it feels... nice. He would bite again as he always does, but he thinks about why Takasugi is doing this to begin with, and he relents. After all, if he were in Takasugi's place, he would want himself to accept what he was being given. Sometimes it's an even bigger joy than receiving.
Case in point: ]
D-don't let 'em kiss me...
( 1 / 2 )
Date: 2025-06-16 02:37 pm (UTC)"have fun with me instead". )
And how would you have me stop them? Take all those kisses for myself?
( it's a joke. amagi-kun's a graceful creature, despite all his sharp edges, and so takasugi knows he'll get it. probably.
he draws his hand down, thumb caressing the edge of rinne's cheek. it's softer than he remembers, when he's not trying to push him away and fill the space between them with distance. it makes him miss something, but he's not even sure what he's missing, doing this, the cotton sensation in his head getting more prominent.
best not to press too hard, anyhow, when an idol's selling point was also their face. )
Send them my way in the future, and I'll take care of it. That's a manager's job, right? To keep my cute subordinates from getting too overwhelmed. Only, ...
( 2 / 2 )
Date: 2025-06-16 02:51 pm (UTC)he's always found it easy to act like he has no intentions when he actually does. that was the beauty of negotiating, wasn't it? blending truths with lies. only takasugi's not sure anymore, when this bittersweet feeling washes over him like the mood on a rainy day, brows furrowing slightly. he could write a poem to get all these feelings out, but even that seems a little silly right now.
he opts to pat rinne on the cheek, and then, almost in a pout: )
You said you didn't need me.
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Date: 2025-06-16 04:13 pm (UTC)[ Rinne blurts it out before Takasugi can finish his sentence and declare its reality. It's not like that. That's not what he meant. He only said that because he... Nevermind. As if he could ever tell Takasugi that. Before Rinne can admit to something even more damning, he leans into the man's palm and holds it in his own. Chases the warmth before he takes it back or loses it entirely. ]
We're nothing like family, so I don't ask you to carry my burdens, but who else would put up with me?
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Date: 2025-06-16 05:10 pm (UTC)( the word thrums in his ears like the slow pluck of an instrument. distant yet near. )
That's a deal more binding than a word or a touch, don't you think?
( and he can't be here forever. can't absorb this warmth for a minute eternity, rinne leaning into his touch.
he didn't mean for this to turn a touch solemn with his complaint, but what else can he do? it's lonely. it's lonely, to bask in a glow and be reminded of the fact that he isn't someone to lean on. the faint red on his cheeks will fade with time and sleep, but maybe this selfishness won't. )
But you don't have to see it as me carrying a burden. Just... blame me for what I'm about to do instead.
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Date: 2025-06-16 06:24 pm (UTC)Once again, Rinne keeps this light. ]
Or we could blame it on the summer heat?
[ Niki said they had a song that went like that.
Rinne finally lifts his shy eyes to meet Takasugi's, but the contact is too much. He looks at the hand on his cheek again, hoping that when his face burns hot, Takasugi doesn't read into it. ]
I ain't about to make your body carry more than it has to. What the hell could you even do now? Honestly, I just wanted to thank you and apologize...
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Date: 2025-06-16 08:07 pm (UTC)Your generous heart that breaks so easily when I push. Your hands, warm like a soft star.
( or at least, compared to his that tend to run cold.
which, don't worry about his body so much. in fact, quit worrying about it. not that he can say that right now, or even want to bring attention to it. he knows it's in rinne's face all the time, the shudders in his body so obvious with the change of weather. the way he almost stumbles after a long day of field research, or practice, and there's really nothing for it right now. but they should be focusing on happier things. they should be wasted, stamping on the countertop with song and dance. that's how this night was supposed to go, at least in takasugi's head. he never had a talent with drinking, but at least he had a talent for fun.
but when a young man with a soul on fire like amagi rinne looks at him so timidly, it makes him want.
two souls, that might as well be one. eventually, one might devour the other, but for now— )
There's an easier way to apologize. Let me show you.
( he brings their hands down, intertwining their fingers in rinne's lap.
and then leans in and tilts into him with his shoulder, pink dusting the back of his neck as he tries to kiss him. regardless of whether anyone else is watching, and regardless of how tipsy he is, the bitter taste of whisky still lingering on his lips. )
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Date: 2025-06-17 04:28 am (UTC)But Rinne wasn’t that clueless. Maybe, like his clever little brother, Rinne knew exactly how this looked and ignored it, counting on Takasugi’s sense of propriety and his goodwill to keep anything from happening. Maybe he could contrive some other innocent reason to be with him. Maybe he thought that Takasugi would never… Right? Despite all appearances, Takasugi is dependable, respectable, and a good person. An idol. Someone who should be out of his reach. But Takasugi looked so lonely that night, and if there was anything Rinne could do to let him know how lovely he looked in the light, he…
Oh.
Oh.
He knew Takasugi was fond of him, but not like this. The kiss is gentler than last time. It's so much softer on his lips, he almost thinks it's a trick. Why kiss him like this? They haven't saved anything or anyone, so he doesn't think he's done anything to deserve it. Are they in a rush? He should take it back, pull away. It's best that Rinne makes him to stay another way. But his hands are in his, and imprinting is a dangerous thing. When Rinne's shameful thoughts start pouring in, there's truly nothing he can do to stop them.
They really shouldn't be doing this.
Because when Rinne melts, all he can think about is how he wanted his own flesh and blood to fold just like this, taking all the love he couldn't give him. They would be doing nothing as terrible as this, of course—God knows Rinne would rather let lightning strike him. But his fingers are still laced together with Takasugi's, his eyes are closed so he can focus on his lips, and if their souls are anything alike…
If Takasugi wants to do something disgraceful, Rinne thinks he should just— ]
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Date: 2025-06-17 04:31 am (UTC)Ah...
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Date: 2025-06-17 03:50 pm (UTC)rinne was right when he said that touch has a way of keeping people connected to you, even if he's done it countless times without as much intent. sometimes, it was just fine to be present and appreciate the simplicity and beauty of a moment, hands locked so they wouldn't shake. life back then was so fleeting, you see, and no one wanted to admit they were chasing their fears away in the pursuit of each other. nobody wanted to face the fact that tomorrow could be their last, let alone takasugi.
but as a thumb traces the contours of rinne's palm in that adjacent lap, alcohol clinging to the inside of his mouth, takasugi remembers how hard rinne has read him. remembers the pain in his shoulder from being thrown against the wall, the soft sound of each clasp of his top coming undone echoing in his ears now more than ever. they'd been trapped, but everything felt real. they'd gnashed teeth at each other, but he enjoyed it more than a gentle smile looking past him.
think about him forever? he's thinking about him now, a man who couldn't read or write until a couple years past, struggling in a place so foreign. what had that even been like? takasugi can't imagine, his past filled with texts stacked on top of each other, his family lining up his supposed success since birth. can't imagine having his first experiences here, his first kiss. what other firsts of rinne's had he missed out on? and would takasugi be there to witness them?
but maybe the answer doesn't matter right now. he's not thinking about regrets as he brushes their lips gently together, careful not to take too much. he's just focused on how nice a warm breath feels against skin, and how he might want to lap the leftover taste of bourbon straight from rinne's mouth. a tender kiss that isn't just for show this time, a red ear flicking lightly for how it burns in his chest.
takasugi knows he's crossing a line, even as rinne's presence fills him up.
but for their sake, he can keep this transactional. )
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Date: 2025-06-17 03:56 pm (UTC)it takes a second for him to register what happened, but only a second. takasugi leans in without a word, tongue reaching eagerly for the red just beneath rinne's nose. cleaning him, as it were. he licks his own upper lip for traces of any remaining blood, not at all perturbed by this, only to say: )
Oh? Maybe you are a pervert, after all.
( you know. casually. )
Anyhow, apology accepted.
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Date: 2025-06-17 04:23 pm (UTC)Rinne doesn't sense any malice from it, though. ]
Shut up. [ He swallows thickly. The bitter taste of their kiss travels down his throat. ] You're the worst.
[ But really, he's only projecting. ]
Is that how it's gonna be? Every time I do something wrong, you kiss me?
[ Oh, Niki was right. Rinne should have been careful with this one. ]
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Date: 2025-06-17 04:46 pm (UTC)( takasugi reels back from the push, that hand clenching harmlessly in front of him, almost laughing for how this always seems to happen. it's funnier when you're buzzed.
but really, the taste of blood is so intoxicating he almost says something he shouldn't. there were rooms in the back, surely. places for more friction.
which, maybe knocking back that shot so quickly was a bad idea. duly noted, even if he feels like he should drink more to forget that wandering thought. )
So, you're saying you didn't like it?
( two can play at the game of deflecting. )
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Date: 2025-06-17 06:21 pm (UTC)Stop asking me that.
[ Shouldn't it be obvious? Takasugi is just teasing now. Rinne clicks his tongue as he recalls the breach of trust, the breach of tongue, and the blossoming lust underneath his clothes. It scares Rinne to think about what Takasugi might see should he let go, but... even as the liquor warms his skin and thins his focus, he thinks he can keep this feeling under control. Tonight isn't about him, after all.
Yes, that's right. He should tell him what he meant to say. Thank you. I admire you. I want to be you. How else can I repay you? He had planned on pretending to be drunk for this, but maybe there was no point if Takasugi was going to rub it in his face later. He draws in a breath, parts his lips, and with a touch of exasperation, he says: ]
I've loved you ever since I sang for you. Of course I...
[ God. When's the fun supposed to start? He could have sworn it started a while ago. ]
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Date: 2025-06-17 08:14 pm (UTC)his shoulders droop slightly, the seriousness of the situation hitting like a slap to the face. because the truth is he actually is the worst, stringing rinne along for the ride, prodding for what little affection he could absorb through the bruises on his fingers. it's never exactly been fair to him, he knows, and neither has the way he's bit back, knowing rinne can't retaliate without real consequences.
his chest aches, and there's that familiar fear, the fear that reminds him that he should pull back. that he should drop from the group, and go at it alone, before he ends up ruining things beyond repair. but it's too late. it's too late to stop what's already spun to life, the chapters of this story in another world being written this very moment. he's wringing out his end to see a future for karteria, and a future for amagi rinne. and how will he keep him safe, if he's not close by? a dilemma for sure. )
... Amagi-kun. I might want to kiss you again if you're not careful, or further still.
( where should he look? the floor? the floor seems like a safe bet. his hands and their claws, still lingering with warmth. )
But it's true that you're the only one I trust. You, and no one else. For all the stories you've shared with me, and all the pain you've tolerated and will have to tolerate going forward in knowing me. For having Imprinted on you so deeply.
( for making you love me that much. )
I'm the one who owes you an apology. So, forgive me. For all that's fleeting in this world, I shouldn't be messing with you as much, especially with how much I enjoy your company.
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Date: 2025-06-18 03:38 am (UTC)It's okay. You just want someone to treat you gently, right?
[He remembers how Takasugi asked for it. He was so bold about it, it was easy to forget what he had actually said. But Rinne gets it. His laughter is fond.]
I can't always be gentle. Knowing me's a pain in the ass, too. But that's why you love me, doncha?
[Rinne bites his lip, regretting this already, but his smile still reaches his eyes. This is one of the few times he knows he isn't wrong. The alcohol is loosening him up, and he can't help himself…]
Your clansmen shouldn't have been so hard on you in the first place. Pinning all their hopes on one person and treating him like that... Just thinking about it makes me want to cry.
[In fact, between his drunken confessions, he rubs his eyes with the heel of his palm and hopes Takasugi doesn't notice. Takasugi's pain, his own powerlessness—all of it makes him so angry. Rinne was only able to put up with the same because his brother was there. But what good will it do, drowning in his sorrows and wishing things were different? Rinne should tell Takasugi how he feels. No, he should show him. Takasugi might die if he doesn't show him. So Rinne fights the weight in his limbs, the fog in his head, and collapses against Takasugi, chest to chest as warm, unintelligible words slur into the column of his neck.]
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Date: 2025-06-18 06:29 pm (UTC)that's the first thought that crosses takasugi's mind, before his body goes completely stiff, his neck heating up from the messy, breathy words that are whispered into it. these embraces are always alarming, even when they're not as haphazard as this one, but not in a bad way. he just isn't used to it. isn't used to other men doing more than a clap on the back, or an arm around the shoulder, and so rinne's main way of showing appreciation has always been something to stop and give him pause. like a song he's gotten hooked on, slowly weaving its way into the essence of who he is.
warm enough to choke what he wants to say in his throat, takasugi suddenly feeling more embarrassed than sullen. be gentle with him? that thing he joked about months ago? obviously, he wasn't... but rinne— )
It's not as bad as you make it sound. And it all happened so long ago. I had Kusaka, and... he—
( ... and it's here where he lifts a hand to rub rinne's back, trying to be soothing. claws dragging lightly against the fabric. it's obvious which one of them can hold their liquor more, with or without the declaration that sobered him up in a flash.
takasugi's reds travel to the ceiling and away, and he really shouldn't be so juvenile. he's the older one. the one to give an inspiring lecture, or at least proceed with uplifting his junior here, who was really becoming someone much more than that, wasn't he? )
I could say not to stress about it, but with the way I talk about the past, it's clearly been on your mind. Tonight... I'll make it up to you. Carry you home, so there won't be any problem. Alright? So, no need to feel sorry for me.
( rinne, who had showed up so cutely at his door to celebrate. across this planet, and across space, they'd somehow met. )
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Date: 2025-06-18 08:08 pm (UTC)[Rinne hums against Takasugi's neck, pressing a drunken smile into his flushed skin. Are they hugging? Won't Takasugi hug him tighter? He knows he can't force anyone to do anything they don't want to do, but maybe he can nudge him in the right direction. What direction is that? A drunk person doesn't always know where they're going, so he's not sure. But he knows that wherever they're going is starting to feel really good. He might regret it later.]
If you work too hard, it'll turn you sad and stupid. C'mon, Prez. Just relax and let me do it.
[Let him carry Takasugi back, nothing him more. That's all that this is about.
But when Rinne's draped over the man like a ragdoll, it's clear that Rinne is in no shape to be caring for anyone else. But he's better than nothing, isn't he? Takasugi's friends have been dead for more than a century, but that's not what's going to keep Takasugi in this world, so...
As Rinne breathes Takasugi in, his thumb softly massages the nape of his neck.]
I love you, so I'll do anything for you... You know that, right?
[Maybe it's unfair to say, but after knowing nothing but frustration and hate, Rinne can't stop saying it.]
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Date: 2025-06-19 03:58 am (UTC)because of course he's enjoying it.
of course he's loving this.
he can't stop it any longer, the way a brief shudder wracks his body from the touch on his neck. but he instigated all this, didn't he, in a way? with the way he craved to push rinne over the edge, controlling the flow of the conversation with his teasing. the way he had thoughts about this, however brief and under the influence. )
I—
( anything? don't say that. keep that to yourself for now, not that he can control what goes on past this evening.
wasn't he getting married? wasn't he a monarch from some village, where he couldn't mesh so intimately with outsiders? and yet, something's clicked in place. something's different. it's easy to get lost in someone else's sorrow, and he's let rinne in too much. and when did that all start? the moment rinne held him the first time, or the moment they locked eyes in that room, with takasugi pinned beneath him? he can't decide. can't do much besides try to ignore what's in his lap as he rests his head on rinne's shoulder, the bartender having all but vanished for how their augmented patrons are feeling each other up. )
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Date: 2025-06-19 04:05 am (UTC)Let's see you stand first. And then, ... you can take me to my room. Okay?
( he says it sweetly, almost like a whisper. it shouldn't be hard to hear, what with the ears they had now. )
You understand what I'm getting at... don't you?
( an attempt to jolt rinne out of this situation. he can keep what's left of his calm long enough for that. )