he groans, "seriously? you're the one with the whole, ~ gentle ~ fisting and everything. how homoerotic." grumbles about it, though knows he should probably diffuse the situation somewhat. then again, it could be fun to just... yeah, no, he wouldn't. he'd let the brat do it. as they grow a little closer to the situation, he coyly presses the can to his lips and... smacks his palm against the younger's back. an attempt to shove him forward in a stumble, so that he ends up direct center of the few surly pirates and the few aggravated young security members. from a safe distance observing, nichiren offers a shit-eating grin and "sike. you handle it! show them how gently you can fist them!" cue confusion, a slight laugh from one of the security, and a look of disgust from a pirate as he stares at tsukiya.
he makes a face, "idontforget." grumbles. he doesn't! it was just one time! at this point it's just forced habit and ocd to internalize oh shit i'm gonna burn the house down... [break][break]
almost fumbles the catch in the store, but safeee- lets tsukiya purchase everything (since nichiren was stupid with numbers and preferred most of the monetary management handled by the younger of the two), and once they're back on the road towards their destination he's asked the same question. well, not exactly the same. couldn't respond to the question in a pinky and the brain-esque style "the same thing we do every day, pinky"- yada yah. he muses quietly, sipping on the drink - bones a bit looser now that he felt a bit of a buzz. [break][break]
"mostly check in. fei hasn't really given any instructions, and yukio's gone too. i guess chill? unless there's something posted up for us to handle." usually tsukiya would be at work in the gambling halls, and nichi at work on the ships or casual loan sharking. it was nice that they got to hang, though he wouldn't admit that. his whole aesthetic is tsundere asshole, you know? [break][break]
attention is piqued as they approach the kisaeng house where there seems to be a few drunk pirates getting rowdy with some of the security at the club. normal sailors were one thing, but pirates... "oh..." he mumbles against his can, "maybe we'll get a morning work out?" they even had swords, neat!
two digits snatch against the boy's cigarette, keeping it hostage. "brush your teeth." he narrows his expression, though can't be taken that seriously with the foam at the side of his mouth. he'd stab him with the toothbrush, seriously. [break][break]
returning to his own task, he gargles and shares the bottle of mouth wash with the other. the cigarette left on the counter where he had been standing. tsukiya remains cleaning up in the open doored bathroom, and the fridge downstairs a little bit aways is opened, a few items taken out, and a quick "breakfast" prepared. minor kebabs would work. sausage, cheese, green pepper, and a small cube of fish. makes a few of them, three for tsukiya, two for himself. don't ask why he makes more for tsukiya, he'll punch you. [break][break]
it's silent for the most part, a few grumbles here and there, a bit of quiet mutters of where the keys were, nichiren squinting at how quickly tsukiya goes from brushing his teeth to indulging himself to the cigarette - before tsukiya fires back at how the can of sake that nichi has beside him is already mostly empty after just waking. shut up, they had vices. bicker, bicker- slight time skip. [break][break]
"the stoves not on right?" he randomly mumbles, the two walking together to the kisaeng house. though they'd probably detour to a convenience store first as usual - it's routine at this point. nichiren furrows his brows and frowns, "nah, i didn't even use it that long." totally safe, no worries... he glances towards tsukiya for confirmation that he did, indeed, turn the stove off.
"hey, asshole." the kaguya smacks a walking stick against the sleeping boy's shoulder groggily. not enough to hurt him, just- they'd determined waking each other up was best at a distance to avoid being assaulted and it becoming a whole thing between the hyuga vs. kaguya. it's about- fuck, seven in the morning? how long did they sleep... sheesh. "it's time to work." he saunters out of the room after a single last smack against the other's bicep, slinking out of the shared bedroom of their apartment to the bathroom. toothpaste on brush, he stands in front of the mirror with water running, scratching his stomach as the utensil is scrubbed against significantly pearly whites. (luckily he wasn't a coffee drinker). as routine, he glances to the side once his companion joins his side for their daily first task. [break][break]
"whtuwntforfud?" he inquires; foamy mouth and half-lidded tired eyes observing the slightly shorter boy.
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'hey!' the woman's voice was loud, and he glances over his shoulder once to see her turn at the heel. he's midway through the motion of jolting away before witnessing her tragedy - goofily tripping on her own feet, she stumbles and plants face down onto the ground. the few people walking by gives audible gasps and makes space, some holding a hand over their mouths in concern, a couple drunks bursting out laughing in the distance, a casual 'oh my god- is she okay?' from some concerned citizen not displayed in direct viewing. [break][break]
nichiren blinks at her a few times, watching her fumble to get back up and- "that's my sword, thief!" [break][break]
cue the sound bite clips of 'thief? what is she talking about? who's a thief-' [break][break]
nichiren laughs, and once she finally starts running after him he decides to play tag. rushing through the street at a pace she can keep up with, he maintains a considerate distance - only slowing down here and there to give her the glimmer of hope she might catch him. but from the looks of it, his enhanced speed put a significant gap in movement speed between the two, and he rounds corners in full sprint (but checks over his shoulder to make sure she's still following). "stop chasing me, you can't catch me~" he cockily grins from over his shoulder (now in vajrakilaya territory, so the onlookers simply cheered nichiren on and enjoyed their intoxicants with glee at the "race"), though once he stumbles and trips over his toes he almost mirrors her faceplant from earlier; catches himself after a few seconds of stumbling forward, before turning another corner into an alley. [break][break]
"ignore that! that doesn't count!" he calls without looking over his shoulder, slightly embarrassed.
[attr="class","bolo-grid-subtitle]i’m full of it, i’m free i’ll run i’m living it.
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currently enjoying a can of sake as he walks, he's slightly tipsy and considers all and all tonight to be a pretty solid process. some items stolen had been sold to the pawn shops, others had been sold to unsuspecting degenerates and deadbeats seeking to make their wives or girlfriends happy. [break][break]
this sword though? [break][break]
felt pretty expensive. had personality on it. felt pretty heavy too. something the pawns couldn't afford. he'd have to take it to tengfei for it to be examined. [break][break]
as he nears the district belonging to his group as if on cue, a young man walks past her in the crowd. sword in hand, one he'd swiped a bit earlier while passing, he recognizes minor detail of clothing and appearance from a side glance, straightens his backs posture and begins to speed walk more closely towards familiar territory. and quickly at that.
he exhales, "okay..." i mean, it isn't like he doesn't want to. definitely does, it's just... he has an image to maintain, and it's difficult when she flusters him so much - damn. there's a soft silence of companionship as they continue their "walk", which over time began to slowly feel like a date as she continued to pester him for gifts, food stops, and a brief competitive match in an arcade. he'd let her win of course (he didn't, his ego was lowkey wounded). as high noon approaches, the heat begins to kick it up a notch. they begin to start back to the kisaeng house. "you know, this place is gloomy but it isn't that bad. though sometimes i wonder... are the other villages that much better...?" he's specifically speaking in terms of 'look', 'atmosphere', and overall... vibe. he doesn't know, and he doubts she knows. [break][break]
ah, "there you are yukio." flatlines the beanpole standing off to the side, donowalling him into oblivion. "he's here in one piece. do you need me for anything else? i'm hungry." there's no point in staying when yukio would be well guarded with a lost of the members chilling on the decks, besides he figures as a lady it'd be easier to get her opinion on the product before it's presented to the madame. doesn't exactly wait for a response from yukio, ducking himself down the stairs leading to a lower deck where numerous slot machines and a bar called his name. he'd be around, just no longer working on this specific task. [break][break]
ooc: (npc mode for nichiren, so the thread flows better. continue to post without expectation of my posts.)
he grins, hand scratching at the back of his head as he tilts it a little. "well, yeah. i was sent here by him i guess... uhh... kikkawa?" he's notsuper well versed on any of the bullshit he's talking about, mostly repeating buzzwords and random things to verify. wasn't allowed to screw this up. didn't want to end up getting knifed or anything, you know? sure, he could survive it - but it'd be really sucky to end up getting his ass beat like that. [break][break]
"sorry, too. i didn't wanna insult you, but i figured it was an inside joke, or whatever." or maybe fei just wanted to bully her. she was alone, apparently. eyes shift about, and there doesn't seem to be anyone in the shadows either. so did he just want to talk shit about her dad? was her dad that big of an asshole, or something? clears his throat, "he's in the village. i'm not too sure where, but he wants to chat with you? he gave me instructions, but this village is a little confusing..." mumbles, looking a bit defeated.
"honestly thought i'd have to punch another bratty kid in the face or something." like, c'mon. get out of his way, he's on a mission! business is busy, business is... "ah... wait, sorry." he pulls back, puts the drawing backup next to her face and squints at the drawing. "boss fei said just in case say-" he pauses, a little awkward and glancing towards the side, not sure if he should say it as his attention turns back towards the girl in front of him-[break][break]
"you have daddy issues and that's why you have bad taste in men-" he flinches, arms up.
just as he's about to move forward to the commotion down the street, someone from behind makes an ignorant statement that earns his "henh?" and a scowl over his shoulder. his eyes meet hers, and then his eyes scan her hair, and then her nose - damn, her nose was big - brings his eyes back to the paper he pulls from his jacket pocket. wait, shit - "oh fuck, are you the big nosed bitch?!" he yelps almost - too excitedly, twisting on his heels and smiling like a happy puppy finding it's master after years. of course he's an idiot, he's a street delinquent with no manners, deal with it! he moves in to give her a hug, laughing excitedly like a maniac, absolutely jazzed.
awkwardly laughs, but settles down at the statement of it being 'work'. honestly, it was a little difficult putting everything into words... his feelings-- current feelings! anyways. rubs the back of his finger against his nose, brows furrowing as he looks to the ground to keep track of where he's walking. absentmindedly finished eating his nikuman, and wondered- "are you asking to be pampered?" she was spoiled. she knew what she had, and what she could get. there was no reason acting like awkward virgin when they've already screwed around - she was just too pretty that it was disarming. damn, being weak to pretty things sucked.
blows out hot air, she was totally messing with him. what a total bitch! he makes a mistake of glancing to the side, seeing her move - before tensing and glaring upwards. "it's not that hot." wait, what is he saying. why would he turn this down? wait, was that how she wanted to spend the day? goes quiet, unsure if he's missing an invitation - the kisaeng house would be extra quiet today with tengfei gone and not on everyone's ass about "the business". unless she was offering skinny dipping? but he didn't want to mess around on the beach. maybe somewhere more private? internally screams, "i-if you want, we can go swimming? or... m-maybe you need a bath? not that you're dirty! just, you know? to cool off?" nostrils flare, looking not as innocent as he'd prefer to be right now.
"tch, what a pain in the ass..." he grumbles, getting a little irked with the lack of respect he's being offered. once they get closer to the location, a mist begins to gather... well, not begin. it was already there. just now they were entering the thick of one artificially established. while kizua begins to seem uncertain, the rest continue walking into the mist. "huh?" he grunts, looking over his shoulder at the other who'd seemingly paused. [break][break]
oh, right... newbie. "yeah, we're here." he presses forward, and within the mist a platform raises onto a ship, several tables and chairs of young men playing card games or dice under the faint glow of lanterns. the sailors with the packages go up first onto the large ship, and a familiar face stands at the top looking down on nichi and kizua's ascent. "yo." hopping onto the deck, he glances at kizua behind him and then to junji. "who's here? yukio?" he'd watched fei leave the day before, so he figures this is what yukio will be handling before she disappears as well.
his nose crinkles, eyes darting to the right. take me fishing, nichi-chan~. what a bitch, he wanted to hit her. or, something. something physical. tsk.. what would that be? a date? he's not sure why he's acting so unfamiliar with her when he's seen her undressed, but - tsk. was she cute? maybe. or maybe it was just humid. rubs at the tip of his ear, annoyed (yet bashful). "m-maybe. i'm-" not that good. wait, don't say that. shake down kyuso later and tell him to teach again. right, "i'm free when i get back from the mission thing. is that cool?" he mumbles it a whisper to the side, trying not to let her see any embarrassment or excitement at spending time with her (again).
