❧ Blood Bubble Bushes ❧

It’s been super, duper fun! I’ve made so many friends along the way, but this blog has been dying for like. Two years. It’s time to put it to rest. Thank you to all of my mutuals for going along with my weird ideas and being so nice to me. I’ll miss y'all!

BUT UH

Just cause this blog is closed doesn’t mean that I’ll abandon this guy altogether. You can contact me on my personal blog @enticing-goo or get my discord upon request!

“It’s just to get rid of the body.” He further elaborates, chucking broken bits of the man into the garbage back. “I’m not going to stick around and roast marshmallows, I assure you.” But Yuki did have a good point about the head; right now it was still relatively distinguishable as his mark, but by the time he gets to his employer, it’ll be a worthless hunk of dead skin cells.

Another awkward silence falls upon them, broken only by the periodic sound of snapping or impact of a body chunk being thrown into a garbage bag. And though he’s been trying to keep his curiosity to a minimum for the sake of his own life, it gets the better of him. He can’t help it; he’s always been a curious man. 

He knew he was being rude, appearing out of nowhere, making himself at home in a place that wasn’t his home and now it felt as if he was trying to take over. Did it matter thought? That man was doing a horrible thing. He shook the thoughts away, and got ready to head out for a long walk.

And let’s not forget all the people who have hired him to kill relatives, children, people who trusted them– usually for the insurance money and always told to be made to look accidental. Nothing really shocks him anymore.

Even the car he came out of from, the silver compact he rented for his time in the city was painfully plain (even for Han who may be spoiled with his racy sportscars in lockup). “One always needs to be prepared.” He explains, body being dragged until he almost crossed the threshold back into the street, his car parked in front of the alley and blocking much of the view.

He goes round the back, opening his trunk where he was indeed, prepared. Trash bags, duct tape, rope, shovels, what looks to be a blowtorch– all very sketchy and very obvious to anyone who looks inside, but alas, it’s all basic hardware that he can dump without a proper trail once this body was taken care of.

He almost suggests doing the same with the victim's body until the thought crosses his mind that the merc might have his own way of doing things. And sure enough, he's well prepared. Handy tools are placed neatly in the trunk. Anyone would be suspicious of these if they saw them together like this, but Yukiya guesses Han has his way of dealing with these as well.

Han gives him an order and Yukiya has half a mind to tell him off. Why does he have to help some guy whose name he doesn't even know? He opens his mouth to protest, but quickly snaps it shut. Again, he's not in a position to refuse. That thought alone is enough for a scowl to darken his expression.

as requested by @ambitionbled (it won’t let me tag you, sorry!)

CONCERN.

❝How much have you had to drink?❞

❝You could have fucking alcohol poisoning!❞  

❝Easy, there. Try to sit up.❞

❝I think I might’ve overdone it on the alcohol…❞

❝We’ve got to go get your stomach pumped.❞

❝I thought you said you were clean!❞

❝Yes, it is a big deal.❞

❝Let me drive you home.❞

❝You are NOT driving like this!❞

❝You are gonna have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.❞

❝Drinking until you puke is not normal.❞

DRUNK.

❝Is this real life?❞ 

❝I want to go to sleep but I can’t find any sheep.❞

❝How do you show fish affection?❞

❝Taco Bell is open 24 hours, right?❞

❝Tequila is not my friend? YOU’RE not my friend.❞

❝Drunk I am not.❞

-glasses on head- ❝Where did I put my glasses?❞

❝How do I tell my parents I’m a mermaid?❞ 

❝I’m not even tired.❞

❝I should call my ex.❞

❝I’m not drunk enough for this.❞

❝Does playing Mario Kart drunk count as drunk driving?❞

-hugging the floor- ❝I’m trying to stop the floor from spinning.❞

❝Can we go out for fried chicken?❞

ANGST.

❝What’s the fucking point anymore?❞

❝Screw recovery. I want a drink.❞

❝I’m too sober for this shit.❞ 

❝I don’t give a shit what you think.❞

❝I seriously don’t feel too good.❞

❝I didn’t even have that much to drink.❞

❝Will you stop fucking interrogating me?❞

❝I can drive. I’m fine.❞

❝There’s a reason I drink so much.❞

❝You’re the reason I drink so much.❞

❝I’m only happy when I’m drunk.❞

FLUFF/FUN.

❝You’re cute, you know that?❞ 

❝You wanna get wasted?❞

❝I’m bar-hopping tonight, wanna come?❞

❝What are you drinking, and why aren’t you sharing?❞

❝I’m having a party for two.❞

❝You’re so hot.❞

❝I’m usually too chicken-shit to say this, but…I really like you.❞

❝I don’t want to kiss you with your alcohol breath.❞

*kisses on forehead*

*kisses on cheek*

“Well, kids like sugar.” She muses, plucking a cookie for herself because the boys weren’t the only ones with a love of sweets. Speaking of sweets, she damn near squeals as Yuki reveals his gift, her hands pressing against her chest the second she realizes their chocolates– handmade ones too! “Oh, Yuki…that’s so sweet, oh gosh! That must have taken you so long to make!” She hugs her friend tightly, Leo letting out an annoyed mew as he’s nearly crushed beneath the two.

“Hey, hey…what’s with all the lovey dovey– are those handmade chocolates?” Lázaro questions, looking suddenly intrigued. He quickly regrets his words as all three boy’s attention is caught.

“Chocolates?!” Three small voice chime in, clearly excited.

Didi pulls away from the hug to law down the law. “No chocolates until after dinner. You’ve had enough sugar for now– and what do we say to Uncle Yuki?”

Joyce sure did.

Yukiya feels a warm smile spread across his lips as the three kids chorus their thanks. They are such a beautiful reprise from the usual ghoulish children he’s grown accustomed to interacting with. Their beaming smiles heal his heart a little more every time he sees them. 

“You’re very welcome. Don’t eat all of them at once though, okay? Your teeth will fall out,” he teases, but with all of the sugar they’ve already consumed, that might be close to becoming a reality. 

And let’s not forget all the people who have hired him to kill relatives, children, people who trusted them– usually for the insurance money and always told to be made to look accidental. Nothing really shocks him anymore.

It wasn’t a stretch to think that Didi was a fan of the pink, heart-shaped holiday that was Valentine’s Day. Of course, she loved the concept of a whole holiday based on love-based materialism. And of course, Yuki was to be included in this year’s festivities; friend he may be, but he was not allowed to be indifferent or mopey on this day. No, no, he’s forcibly dragged by his small friend to her home, celebrations already underway–

By celebrations, we mean A Charlie Brown Valentine is playing on their TV, Didi’s children all flopped on the floor with their father, watching intently, eating heart shaped cookies decorated by the family. Sprinkles were haphazardly strewn everywhere between the kitchen and the living room and Didi ignored it for now as she led Yuki inside.

Upon seeing the family friend, Lázaro waved and the three boys excitedly got up to crowd around Uncle Yuki, offering up more cookies– Didi explained that Yuki couldn’t eat cookies yet (which prompted much groaning form the children) and sent them back to their father. “They’re a little excitable, non?” Didi questions with a smile, leading Yuki to sit by her side on the couch. “See? Isn’t this nicer than being all cooped up at home, hm?”

The children (who he actually dawdled on when no one was looking) adorably offered him some cookies. “O-oh. Not right now. Maybe later-” Didi saved him. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy eating sweets (okay, maybe that was the case just a little) but he just wasn’t... hungry for them. 

Wait. Did Didi still think he was a vampire? He’d ask later. 

“They do have a lot of sugar in them right now,” he pointed out, hand moving to absentmindedly stroke Leo’s soft fur until his finger snagged on a pink heart. “This is the definitely better than what I usually do on Valentine’s Day.” And what he usually did on this special day was not very loving at all.