[ For a long while now, Alby's been in this form. It's not really that odd to him, to live his life as a dog - the dog food is not nearly as bad when you've got a different set of tastebuds and don't cling to your dignity as if you don't shit outside on the grass. It's a lot easier, in a lot of ways. Especially since humans don't really expect much of you, in the end. Just a companion, or a fighter, or a guard dog. Whatever they want, it's a pretty easy expectation.
It was how he wound up in a fighting ring for a while, although it was exhausting. He's not - he has a temper, he knows it. He always has. But he's not temperamental enough for a dogfighter. He just did it to survive, though he still doesn't know what he's surviving for except to just do it. But then the operation was busted, and he was sent to a shelter. It was a mistake, and he knows it, that he wasn't sent to a high-kill shelter. A mixup in the papers.
But he meets Newt there. And Newt, apparently seeing something in him that no one else did, adopts him.
Life is pretty easy with Newt. Newt treats him really well, better than any past owners have, and he talks to him. They actually hold conversations, in a way, and Alby pretends that he's trained and not a human in a Rottweiler's body. He opens doors for him, gets his leash when they're about to go out, gets the cane that Newt hates when the weather is bad enough that his entire body aches.
And, today, he knows that something is wrong. Alby can always tell when Newt is particularly upset, but he was practically mute this morning. It's when he goes to his room to get ready for work and takes too long that the shapeshifter worries, hopping off the sofa and heading into the bedroom with a butt of his head against the door. Their building has a fire escape, and that's where Alby goes when he discovers the window open. His claws click dully against the metal, and he moves immediately to where Newt sits on the ledge.
It's dangerous for both of them to be there, but he doesn't hesitate to weasel forward, putting his considerable bulk in Newt's lap without any notice in advance. ]
[ One day, you see a girl. It's not any girl, by any means. It's basically the perfect girl.
Sure, there's millions of girls out there. There's millions of guys, too. But there's this one, singular girl. And Minji meets her, by complete chance, and she wonders what if I made her mine? (Now, mind, no one really belongs to anyone. But that's semantics.) As a pirate, she's used to wanting things and then taking them for her own.
She probably shouldn't think about stealing a person, because wow, her morals aren't quite that bad. But she spends the entire time thinking out the various plots that she could use to kidnap her and carry her off into the sunset, or if she can convince her to just come sail away with her of her own volition. It's a little problematic, and has maybe made her crew think she's nuts.
Still, Minji decides the second that she finds out that the girl - the princess, so of course now it really is bad that she wants to whisk her away - is aboard a ship that they're hijacking, she figures eh. Why not?
So, she barges casually into the passengers quarters, letting everyone else take care of the rest of the ship as she just strolls right on in, looking for That Girl. ]
[ They don't get to sit down and breathe much, when they're trying to avoid being swept up again, but there are times where they can actually take a moment to relax. And Shea takes advantage of those times for as long as he can, as the others do. Right now, it's easy to just watch Quinn try to teach Alex something new - which he needs, because while he's learning more and more as the days go by, he's still sort of useless at surviving in the real world.
Which leaves the faoladh and the selkie to their own devices for the meantime. Not that he has a problem with that, because he's the one that can communicate with her without any trouble or needing another means, like a phone or pen. They stand out when they're in public, but that could be said of their group in general.
A man with practically a foot to half a foot on all of his companions, one of which has brightly colored hair, another with a big mouth and entitled opinions, and another who has a flair for what could or could not be magic. Yeah, they stand out anyways.
Dropping into the seat next to Bean, he reaches a hand up and tugs on one of the curly bits of hair that frame her face, affectionate greeting before he lets out an inquiring sound. It rolls low at the back of his throat, more of a rumble than something human. ]
[ When Minji had joined the army, it was initially because they'd pay for college. It wasn't like she had anyone waiting for her when she'd enrolled in basic in high school, save for Newt, so at first it was no problem. She changed her major around a few times, decided she'd try going career and see what happened, but then she'd met Tessa before she deployed for the first time.
And if that wasn't love at first sight, she didn't know what would be.
She had about a year to enjoy the romance, to woo her and maybe hope that she would still be there when she came back from overseas. The fact that they constantly talked and talked and talked was and still is amazing, over Skype and Facebook and e-mails and letters, and Tessy sent her care packages with some of the sweetest things in them, and she's just.
She's in love. And it didn't take long after her return to the States for her to pop the question, because why wouldn't she? This beautiful girl stuck around with her through her deployment, and if she could use her leave for something so great as this, to be married to her and have a ring and an army wife, then damnit, she was going to.
Of course, then there's the whole artificial insemination, but Minji had to go back to Afghanistan before they had any results. Tessa said she would keep trying while she was gone, and now...
Now she's coming home again, tired from travel and yet still so excited to see her wifey. ]
[ Even in this day and age, princesses aren't meant to wander. Anything could happen to them when magic still thrives and there are still people that would seek to harm her to harm others, to get what they wanted from her parents. But Allie doesn't really pay it any mind, not when she feels a listlessness settling in her bones and her temper threatening to burst on any unsuspecting person that might approach her.
So, her wandering takes her into the protected woods. It's the divider between their kingdom and the neighboring one, often left unexplored save for celebratory hunts every year. Strange things live there, and stories abound ripple through the kingdoms, but it doesn't stop her, either.
Which is why she comes across what appears to be a set of ruins in the heart of it, dodging the tracks of bears and what could be wolves, following deer and birds with absent thoughtlessness. With a frown at the weathered stone, overtaken by ivy, she heads inside with a cautious step.
And stops, when she gets to the heart of it. Because there's a casket, and it has someone in it despite its obvious age. A boy, by the looks of it. Fair and delicate and, honestly, beautiful.
Sense tells her she should leave it be. Instead, Allie moves forward and touches her hand to the glossy glass, fingers tracing out the metalwork that acts as a frame for the glass pieces. After a pause, she decides to move and lift the lid off of it, careful not to send it crashing to the ground in the process.
She's doing something foolish, but it feels like the right thing to do. ]
[ newt is rarely nervous to ask minji anything. after all, the two of them have been together for years, a pirate and her first mate; newt came onto the ship as a teenager at the same time minji did, when they both decided the pirate life was, in fact, right for them. newt had helped to advise her and keep her from doing as many stupid things as possible. she was minji's support and her guide, and minji was hers. she helped her pick up tessa even when it seemed like a horrific idea. she helped her sort her feelings for tess and listened to her whine about how much she loved her. so, to put it simply, they're close.
but this is different. this is something shy and quiet that she's tried to keep under wraps for a while. something between her and allie, and something she thought maybe minji could help her with.
she knocks three times on her door, her usual short rap, and pokes her head in, uncharacteristically shy. ] Minji? You busy?
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[ There's only one person that Minji trusts more than anything in the world - even Tessa, for how quickly she and the princess clicked, in the end, and fell in love - and that is Newt. She trusts her more than the seas and the skies and how the ship sings. This is her best friend and her sister, despite the fact they terrorize one another frequently. Newt keeps her grounded, Minji keeps her lively, and it just works out.
So she's not surprised when she hears the familiar pattern, looking up from her sea charts, but she is a little surprised at how tentative she seems. ]
[ When parents are out of town for the weekend, kids over a certain age in a certain demographic will always come out to play. And usually with booze. Minho is part of the athletics department, meaning that he gets invited to these parties pretty regularly, basically every single time that they happen. Sometimes he goes, sometimes he doesn't.
Tonight, he goes. And he's really glad he did, because Newt brought Thomas. They haven't spoken, not really, but god has Minho gotten a good look at him more than once. Including now. Honestly he can't really resist watching him from over his red solo cup, sipping at the cocktail of liquor that's been poured into it. He can feel a buzz settling over his mind, awareness present but inhibitions loose.
Eyes narrowed a little, he lets out a small hum, making a decision.
Setting his cup down on the table, he makes his way over to where Thomas is milling around, unsupervised with Newt distracted in conversation with someone else. And then, honestly, it all goes downhill from there. Drunken flirting leads to one thing to another, and, well.
He's shamelessly leading Thomas upstairs and away from the bulk of the party. Initially it'd been to talk to him in a more quiet setting, but his mind is wandering to the idea of to pinning him up against a wall and kissing the living hell out of him.
Pretty sure that's only partially the booze. The rest is every fleeting glance he's ever sent to Thomas' mouth. ]
[ When it comes to competition, Kageyama maybe isn't the best sport. Being something of a perfectionist (understatement) has led to him gaining a bit of a short temper when loss is involved, potential or actual. Volleyball is usually where he shines - of course, as if that were a question! - but there are many other competitive things out there that result in his patience being tried.
If only he had more patience than the mere iota that he's in possession of.
He's got no idea where the rest of his team is, doesn't even particularly care at the moment, since he's pretty sure that most of them have been tagged out ages ago. If not all of them, maybe. But right now, Kageyama is focused on his own survival, on making sure that he gets to the end of the round so that he can at least make sure his damn teammates make it through. Even if it's by the skin of their teeth and via his mantle. Whatever.
(Kageyama should, maybe, not think like this. It's just easier to focus on his own merits and not his weaknesses. Doesn't make it any more right, but still.)
There's this one player that keeps popping up, like a carrot getting yanked out of the patch every now and then. He's pretty much gone hunting, at this point, and the second that he sees a flash of the bright color in the neon and black surroundings, he takes a potshot. Doesn't hit - and he curses under his breath - but at least it was a shot at him. ]
[ These days, Abe knows when something is wrong with Mihashi. After they've worked so hard together, practicing and hanging out and just coexisting together on the worst days, pitching and catching until they were both sore, he knows. The social anxiety and fidgeting did, admittedly, make it a little difficult at first to exactly pinpoint when it was just nerves or something serious. But now? Now, something is obviously wrong.
He at least has the good grace (and understanding, after having it stressed to him frequently) to wait until they're alone. And it's not very hard to get them alone, after he shoots a few looks at coach until Momoe distracts Tajima with Hanai. He would be a little more apologetic for throwing their captain to their mercy, especially with how rowdy Tajima's been all day, but this is more important.
His pitcher is more important. ]
Mihashi? [ With everyone else either gone or off waiting for family to pick them up or friends to walk home with, it makes things easier for Abe to set his full focus on Mihashi and whatever's bothering him.
Concerned? Of course. It's his job as catcher to make sure that he's all right, and it doesn't matter that practice is over and there's no game to be played right now. ]
Kageyama doesn't necessarily hate the cold, but he's not really the biggest fan of it either. He leans more towards Tanaka (bundling up a million layers) than he does Nishinoya (running around in his practice t-shirt and shorts, the lunatic) by a long shot. It doesn't really stop him from wanting to go out and play volleyball, but the commute is cold and no one wants to work out in the snow unless you are in fact a lunatic.
But, for once, he doesn't really have any complaints about it. Hinata had barged into his house mid-afternoon and they haven't left his room ever since he got there. This, actually, is because Hinata decided to dig out literally every blanket, sheet, comforter, pillow, futon roll, and cushion that he could find in his house. Tobio had been surprised by how many of each thing there was in his house, in all honesty, because, much like his room once was before Hinata Shouyou happened to him, it's a rather spartan house overall.
He's laying in a half-doze, listening to Hinata talk against his collar from where he's essentially, somehow, burrowed against and draped over him. He's shoved himself underneath Kageyama's chest and arm, pulled him half over his body, but has hooked one leg over his side so that he's a literal spidermonkey all around him.
Absently, he runs his fingers through the fluffy, sunset orange hair in front of his nose, content to offer quiet responses every now and then but he's mostly silent, just basking in it. ]
[ If you were to ask, and this were a universe where Abe Takaya would answer such questions, Abe is pretty sure that he's got no real idea when this happened. Not the - the hugging, and the handholding, because that's been going on ever since they met, basically. No, the emotions that make him want to constantly do this with Mihashi, that's what he's got no real clue about. Mihashi frustrates him sometimes, sure, but it's not... He's pretty sure that he wouldn't know what to do with himself if he didn't see Mihashi nearly every day, didn't just talk to him when they weren't together.
When did it start? He thinks about it as he watches Mihashi fidget, slight frown on his face. Maybe it didn't really start so much as it just grew into what it was now, as they grew into who they are now.
That seems more right.
With a sigh, he reaches out and takes both of Mihashi's hands into one of his, collecting them together and curling his fingers over his knuckles to hold him steady. ] You know, you don't have to go if you don't want to.
[ It's easier to put it like that, though his tone and the way his face flushes a little indicate that it's something he wants, too. ]
[ Ever since he was young, Akaashi has thought about leaving home. Not in the way that his parents want him to - business deals and broadening their family name's reach - but in a way that meant freedom. His parents had tried to curtail the urge, when they realized that he very much just wanted to leave home, go on an adventure, perhaps never come back to his responsibilities, and it had worked for a little while. He accepted his position in the house, accepted that his parents had plans for him that would not be changed, and just... existed, from day to day.
But then Bokuto happened, and his parents were not happy.
A cliched romantic would compare them to Romeo and Juliet. Keiji would remind them that their thoughtless romance had resulted in the deaths of numerous people, them included, and no real happy ending. He doesn't want to die to experience the freedom he's been longing for since he was small, he wants to live. He wants to wake up every day to the warmth of a broad back pressed to his chest, the thrum of a delicate heart in a strong body. He wants to play his violin, pour everything into it, for people who will laugh and dance along, instead of sit stoic in a crowd. He wants to find a reason every hour of every day to just take Bokuto's face in his hands and kiss him.
So it's not all too shocking that, one day, when they're laying together, someone says let's run away. If pressed, he wouldn't be able to answer who said it first. It feels like something he's thought every day since he realized he was in love with Bokuto, and feared what his family might do to them for it. They've butted heads with Akaashi so often, and the times where they'd been caught together had been genuinely terrifying because of the clout that they carried. For a time, he'd almost considered telling Bokuto to stay away for his own safety - but it had been quickly dismissed, because he knows him far better than that.
The only choice, then, is to run away. Because he doesn't want to see someone so vibrant as Koutarou locked away, and he's tired of his own cage.
Akaashi packs what he thinks is important, what he thinks he would need or miss, and he climbs right out of his window. The latticework is a little difficult to get down quietly, but he's managed it enough times now that he hasn't alerted anyone whenever he's gone out the back way like this. (Or when Bokuto has climbed it, himself. This is impressive, given how loud his visitor can be.)
And after that, he heads off the Akaashi estate, off to freedom and to find Bokuto. ]
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It was how he wound up in a fighting ring for a while, although it was exhausting. He's not - he has a temper, he knows it. He always has. But he's not temperamental enough for a dogfighter. He just did it to survive, though he still doesn't know what he's surviving for except to just do it. But then the operation was busted, and he was sent to a shelter. It was a mistake, and he knows it, that he wasn't sent to a high-kill shelter. A mixup in the papers.
But he meets Newt there. And Newt, apparently seeing something in him that no one else did, adopts him.
Life is pretty easy with Newt. Newt treats him really well, better than any past owners have, and he talks to him. They actually hold conversations, in a way, and Alby pretends that he's trained and not a human in a Rottweiler's body. He opens doors for him, gets his leash when they're about to go out, gets the cane that Newt hates when the weather is bad enough that his entire body aches.
And, today, he knows that something is wrong. Alby can always tell when Newt is particularly upset, but he was practically mute this morning. It's when he goes to his room to get ready for work and takes too long that the shapeshifter worries, hopping off the sofa and heading into the bedroom with a butt of his head against the door. Their building has a fire escape, and that's where Alby goes when he discovers the window open. His claws click dully against the metal, and he moves immediately to where Newt sits on the ledge.
It's dangerous for both of them to be there, but he doesn't hesitate to weasel forward, putting his considerable bulk in Newt's lap without any notice in advance. ]
and again tbh
only yosuke's not a pretty woman; he's just an idiot who just climbed in the wrong car.
the i'm sad so play ships with me prompt time is nigh
i know you don't have a pb yet but.
i am a pirate
you are a princess
This one works for now.
Sure, there's millions of girls out there. There's millions of guys, too. But there's this one, singular girl. And Minji meets her, by complete chance, and she wonders what if I made her mine? (Now, mind, no one really belongs to anyone. But that's semantics.) As a pirate, she's used to wanting things and then taking them for her own.
She probably shouldn't think about stealing a person, because wow, her morals aren't quite that bad. But she spends the entire time thinking out the various plots that she could use to kidnap her and carry her off into the sunset, or if she can convince her to just come sail away with her of her own volition. It's a little problematic, and has maybe made her crew think she's nuts.
Still, Minji decides the second that she finds out that the girl - the princess, so of course now it really is bad that she wants to whisk her away - is aboard a ship that they're hijacking, she figures eh. Why not?
So, she barges casually into the passengers quarters, letting everyone else take care of the rest of the ship as she just strolls right on in, looking for That Girl. ]
Don't mind me, just a routine check of the ship.
8D
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oh hey superboy c:
quiet reminder of just how much of this i've watched....
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and this is for when you finish season 2 c:
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Which leaves the faoladh and the selkie to their own devices for the meantime. Not that he has a problem with that, because he's the one that can communicate with her without any trouble or needing another means, like a phone or pen. They stand out when they're in public, but that could be said of their group in general.
A man with practically a foot to half a foot on all of his companions, one of which has brightly colored hair, another with a big mouth and entitled opinions, and another who has a flair for what could or could not be magic. Yeah, they stand out anyways.
Dropping into the seat next to Bean, he reaches a hand up and tugs on one of the curly bits of hair that frame her face, affectionate greeting before he lets out an inquiring sound. It rolls low at the back of his throat, more of a rumble than something human. ]
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oops.
whines at a lot
And if that wasn't love at first sight, she didn't know what would be.
She had about a year to enjoy the romance, to woo her and maybe hope that she would still be there when she came back from overseas. The fact that they constantly talked and talked and talked was and still is amazing, over Skype and Facebook and e-mails and letters, and Tessy sent her care packages with some of the sweetest things in them, and she's just.
She's in love. And it didn't take long after her return to the States for her to pop the question, because why wouldn't she? This beautiful girl stuck around with her through her deployment, and if she could use her leave for something so great as this, to be married to her and have a ring and an army wife, then damnit, she was going to.
Of course, then there's the whole artificial insemination, but Minji had to go back to Afghanistan before they had any results. Tessa said she would keep trying while she was gone, and now...
Now she's coming home again, tired from travel and yet still so excited to see her wifey. ]
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aaand another one. ♥
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So, her wandering takes her into the protected woods. It's the divider between their kingdom and the neighboring one, often left unexplored save for celebratory hunts every year. Strange things live there, and stories abound ripple through the kingdoms, but it doesn't stop her, either.
Which is why she comes across what appears to be a set of ruins in the heart of it, dodging the tracks of bears and what could be wolves, following deer and birds with absent thoughtlessness. With a frown at the weathered stone, overtaken by ivy, she heads inside with a cautious step.
And stops, when she gets to the heart of it. Because there's a casket, and it has someone in it despite its obvious age. A boy, by the looks of it. Fair and delicate and, honestly, beautiful.
Sense tells her she should leave it be. Instead, Allie moves forward and touches her hand to the glossy glass, fingers tracing out the metalwork that acts as a frame for the glass pieces. After a pause, she decides to move and lift the lid off of it, careful not to send it crashing to the ground in the process.
She's doing something foolish, but it feels like the right thing to do. ]
pirate au aw yeah.
but this is different. this is something shy and quiet that she's tried to keep under wraps for a while. something between her and allie, and something she thought maybe minji could help her with.
she knocks three times on her door, her usual short rap, and pokes her head in, uncharacteristically shy. ] Minji? You busy?
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So she's not surprised when she hears the familiar pattern, looking up from her sea charts, but she is a little surprised at how tentative she seems. ]
Hey, goldie. Not doing much - what's up?
*U*
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brenda... u///u
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Tonight, he goes. And he's really glad he did, because Newt brought Thomas. They haven't spoken, not really, but god has Minho gotten a good look at him more than once. Including now. Honestly he can't really resist watching him from over his red solo cup, sipping at the cocktail of liquor that's been poured into it. He can feel a buzz settling over his mind, awareness present but inhibitions loose.
Eyes narrowed a little, he lets out a small hum, making a decision.
Setting his cup down on the table, he makes his way over to where Thomas is milling around, unsupervised with Newt distracted in conversation with someone else. And then, honestly, it all goes downhill from there. Drunken flirting leads to one thing to another, and, well.
He's shamelessly leading Thomas upstairs and away from the bulk of the party. Initially it'd been to talk to him in a more quiet setting, but his mind is wandering to the idea of to pinning him up against a wall and kissing the living hell out of him.
Pretty sure that's only partially the booze. The rest is every fleeting glance he's ever sent to Thomas' mouth. ]
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"I'm not a sore loser. It's just that I prefer to win, and when I don't, I get furious."
( the "we're the last two alive on opposite teams in laser tag and goddammit if i'm going down, you're going down with me" prompt. )
I promised you a Kags tag for our anniversary so I tried.
If only he had more patience than the mere iota that he's in possession of.
He's got no idea where the rest of his team is, doesn't even particularly care at the moment, since he's pretty sure that most of them have been tagged out ages ago. If not all of them, maybe. But right now, Kageyama is focused on his own survival, on making sure that he gets to the end of the round so that he can at least make sure his damn teammates make it through. Even if it's by the skin of their teeth and via his mantle. Whatever.
(Kageyama should, maybe, not think like this. It's just easier to focus on his own merits and not his weaknesses. Doesn't make it any more right, but still.)
There's this one player that keeps popping up, like a carrot getting yanked out of the patch every now and then. He's pretty much gone hunting, at this point, and the second that he sees a flash of the bright color in the neon and black surroundings, he takes a potshot. Doesn't hit - and he curses under his breath - but at least it was a shot at him. ]
wiggles at it's perfect
punches a wall i hate everything
ider who inflicted this on us but I regret nothing.
He at least has the good grace (and understanding, after having it stressed to him frequently) to wait until they're alone. And it's not very hard to get them alone, after he shoots a few looks at coach until Momoe distracts Tajima with Hanai. He would be a little more apologetic for throwing their captain to their mercy, especially with how rowdy Tajima's been all day, but this is more important.
His pitcher is more important. ]
Mihashi? [ With everyone else either gone or off waiting for family to pick them up or friends to walk home with, it makes things easier for Abe to set his full focus on Mihashi and whatever's bothering him.
Concerned? Of course. It's his job as catcher to make sure that he's all right, and it doesn't matter that practice is over and there's no game to be played right now. ]
it's dai's fault
Sports? Always Dai.
it all comes back to her
Always.
that jerk
You're a jerk too tbh
#shameless
GETS REVENGE
this thread is the worst
it really is it hurts so much.
lays on side
warbles
; ⌂ ;
I'm gonna sob CHILDREN
why is abemiha so important
because abemiha
brrp brrp no shame
brrm brrm
Kageyama doesn't necessarily hate the cold, but he's not really the biggest fan of it either. He leans more towards Tanaka (bundling up a million layers) than he does Nishinoya (running around in his practice t-shirt and shorts, the lunatic) by a long shot. It doesn't really stop him from wanting to go out and play volleyball, but the commute is cold and no one wants to work out in the snow unless you are in fact a lunatic.
But, for once, he doesn't really have any complaints about it. Hinata had barged into his house mid-afternoon and they haven't left his room ever since he got there. This, actually, is because Hinata decided to dig out literally every blanket, sheet, comforter, pillow, futon roll, and cushion that he could find in his house. Tobio had been surprised by how many of each thing there was in his house, in all honesty, because, much like his room once was before Hinata Shouyou happened to him, it's a rather spartan house overall.
He's laying in a half-doze, listening to Hinata talk against his collar from where he's essentially, somehow, burrowed against and draped over him. He's shoved himself underneath Kageyama's chest and arm, pulled him half over his body, but has hooked one leg over his side so that he's a literal spidermonkey all around him.
Absently, he runs his fingers through the fluffy, sunset orange hair in front of his nose, content to offer quiet responses every now and then but he's mostly silent, just basking in it. ]
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this one will actually probably be just cuddling...unlike the other one....
abemiha is a box of pure cinnamon rolls that will be porn la...ter......
When did it start? He thinks about it as he watches Mihashi fidget, slight frown on his face. Maybe it didn't really start so much as it just grew into what it was now, as they grew into who they are now.
That seems more right.
With a sigh, he reaches out and takes both of Mihashi's hands into one of his, collecting them together and curling his fingers over his knuckles to hold him steady. ] You know, you don't have to go if you don't want to.
[ It's easier to put it like that, though his tone and the way his face flushes a little indicate that it's something he wants, too. ]
NOOO THEY'RE TOO SWEET AND SMALL
SOMEDAY, MAYBE. not after three threads like kagehina
cries about it
INNOCENT BABY BIRBS
TOO GOOD FOR THIS WORLD TOO PURE
I AM SO MAD THEY'RE SO CUTE
RIP
this feels weird to do alongside porn tags but yk w/e
LMFAOOO... too sweet too pure
so so pure
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consider: lady & the tramp au.
we're gonna get to that place where we really want to go, and we'll walk in the sun
but till then, tramps like us? baby we were born to run.
this got longer than i meant for it to
But then Bokuto happened, and his parents were not happy.
A cliched romantic would compare them to Romeo and Juliet. Keiji would remind them that their thoughtless romance had resulted in the deaths of numerous people, them included, and no real happy ending. He doesn't want to die to experience the freedom he's been longing for since he was small, he wants to live. He wants to wake up every day to the warmth of a broad back pressed to his chest, the thrum of a delicate heart in a strong body. He wants to play his violin, pour everything into it, for people who will laugh and dance along, instead of sit stoic in a crowd. He wants to find a reason every hour of every day to just take Bokuto's face in his hands and kiss him.
So it's not all too shocking that, one day, when they're laying together, someone says let's run away. If pressed, he wouldn't be able to answer who said it first. It feels like something he's thought every day since he realized he was in love with Bokuto, and feared what his family might do to them for it. They've butted heads with Akaashi so often, and the times where they'd been caught together had been genuinely terrifying because of the clout that they carried. For a time, he'd almost considered telling Bokuto to stay away for his own safety - but it had been quickly dismissed, because he knows him far better than that.
The only choice, then, is to run away. Because he doesn't want to see someone so vibrant as Koutarou locked away, and he's tired of his own cage.
Akaashi packs what he thinks is important, what he thinks he would need or miss, and he climbs right out of his window. The latticework is a little difficult to get down quietly, but he's managed it enough times now that he hasn't alerted anyone whenever he's gone out the back way like this. (Or when Bokuto has climbed it, himself. This is impressive, given how loud his visitor can be.)
And after that, he heads off the Akaashi estate, off to freedom and to find Bokuto. ]
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