✦ . * give me candy ! 　

❛   ...  you’re tall .    you’re a tall man .    ❜    and then he’s nodding ,   affirming the situation at hand for himself .     ❛    over the years ,   you’ve achieved so much height - wise   ...   and yet here you are ,   withholding your services from the public like an absolute villain .    well ,   i say NO MORE !    as is my god - given right ,   i demand a piggyback ride to the bakery THIS .    INSTANT !    ❜        

@casecrack | continued from ( here ) .           if he were to tell anyone about this – no one would ever believe him. not really. perhaps not even with the level of trust everyone has in his truths. yosano could easily seen it be brushed off as some sort of joke. she recognizes that the way she carries herself behind closed doors (or usually, just around him and rarely with some other select few) has a softer edge to it, far mellower and quicker to laugh, different from her usual sharp-tongued commentaries and sadistic tendencies. 

          this, of course, is born out of the years and all they’ve been through together.

          the hardest, by far, was probably.. definitely puberty if anyone were to ever ask her about their shared past. taken in by a disgruntled lone wolf learning how to let others into his life and his chipper, all too energetic ward, yosano akiko grew up in quite the interesting setup after the tender age of fourteen. over a decade later, she can probably say that they didn’t turn out too bad.

          it’s an unspoken agreement that this display of domesticity will never reach the ears of others, not that she thinks he’ll say anything. she has a reputation, and the fear that what she could do to them is far worse than what they’ll ever experience on the field is what she believes keeps them from diving headlong into danger every chance they get, the reckless bunch that they are. to strike fear in a soft apron isn’t quite the level she’s at yet.

          “Stop complaining.” she knows damn well that it’s like telling water to stop being wet, but she tries sometimes. “Instead, be thankful that I haven’t resorted to more creative means of getting my way.”

          another serving is held up to his lips for him to take expectantly, the brief flicker of a challenge across her countenance dares him to even try his luck. she could think of a few ways to get him to eat healthier, some more pleasant than others – this being one of the more merciful ones. how lucky he is that she holds a certain fondness towards him.

          “At least I don’t do this every day.” not that she’d mind. spending time with him is genuinely one of the best parts of this whole arrangement. “So unless you’re opening your mouth to eat this next piece, I don’t want to hear it.”

        the end result is but repeated compliance to demand  ,    jaw rolling as a shoe  -  in sign of reluctance before his pout indubitably invites nagging chopsticks in once more  .

        perhaps it’s nonsensical to bother tossing a look that could so easily be misread for literally any other expression under his countenance  -----  redundant in the fact that harsh squinting tends to lose its bite when you spend most of your life with your eyes shut  -----  but ranpo trusts that his companion here has his mannerisms nailed to a study  ,   and knowing that she isn’t missing a single beat of his silent tantrum will definitely help him sleep better tonight  ,   wherein he’s lying frumpily on his bed and recalling this scene with vague disdain  .

        besides,  he’s beyond crying wolf at this point  .     several texts of 110  !   110  !   emergency emergency  !  have been left on read en masse  ,    save for atsushi  ,    the credulous one  -  percenter who was quick to rush to the address ranpo proceeded to forward him  :  one such that landed the boy at a chocolate store smack dab on the opposite side of town  .    

the texts following that were a lot less pleasant  .

          which is kind of a shame  ,    really  ,    given that the white mushroom cap currently mashed between molars sure is doing a great job of making him want to launch himself out the nearest window  -----  prevented purely by stark fact that yosano would revive him a million times over if only to cut a bit of that baby fat still clung to his cheeks after years and year of routine sugar intake  -----  and he could really use the image of a strapping  (   4.5  /  10   )   young hero  (   generous term   )   bringing him sweets to look forward to  .

ah  ,    well  .     the lack of good help around here can’t always be    ...    helped  .

        ❛    AH  -  AH  -  AH  ,   mushi  -  kun  .    ❜        pointer finger ticks side  -  to  -  side like the loll of a clock’s pendulum  ,   specifically and purposely that of the one mirroring their booth  —–  in which the two movements are not  -  so  -  coincidentally synced  .    ranpo breeds pettiness only where ranpo sees fit  ,   and this particular moment of chastising his company’s restiveness is snug as a bug in that regard  .  

        (   afterall  ,   this is his hour of need  ,  of course  —–  though not to be confused for every other hour of every single day  .   )

        elbows come up to slide along the table  ,   palms carrying the weight of his head as if it were melting beneath that honeyglazed daze  .    one might diagnose such an expression as a symptom for the illness of love  ,   and their only mistake in that would be assuming such a position could only ever be filled by another human being and not the delicious smell of honey and vanilla wafting throughout the bakery around them.

        ❛   yosano  -  san!        ------   yosano  -  san,  c’mere,  wouldja?    ❜        eager hands wave her over with childish vigor,  aiding to waft the sweet smell emanating from what lays safely on his desk  :  that freshly  -  baked bread pudding he’s been fawning over as if it were his own offspring for the better half of these past ten minutes.        ❛    smell this.    amazing,  right?    that girl who works at the cafe downstairs made it just for me!    she’s actually very sweet when not being asked to commit double  -  suicide with a strange man.    ❜

muse preferences  !

open curtains   /   closed blinds.        stray dog   /   house cat.        people   /   pets.        outside   /   inside.        half - empty   /   half - full.        tv   /   radio.        sing   /   dance.        shoes   /   sandals.        cash   /   credit.        hike   /   drive   /   fly.        casual   /   elegant.        center   /   corner.        sword   /   shield.        airplane   /   boat.        

fizzy   /   flat.        garnished   /   plain.        extra salt  /   extra pepper.        spicy   /   mild.        record player   /   digital media.        opaque   /   transparent.        white lies  /   complete truth.        blunt   /   subtle.        loud   /   silent.        books   /   music.        

familiar   /   new.        youth   /   experience.        spoon   /   fork and knife.        knife   /   baseball  bat.        space   /   ocean.         bow and arrow  /   blow dart.        love at first sight   /   slow burn.        freckles   /   dimples.        long lashes   /   long fingers.        soft lips   /   sensitive neck.        slow dance   /   intimate conversation.