puns and pro wrestling

Oh shit! Saihara could feel the concern intensify when the female had let out a quite startling yelp. His eyes went wide and a look of pure terror hit him like a bus. 

“Are you sure you’re ok? I think there should be a medical center around here somewhere…” He trailed off, calming down just a little after she had stated she was fine. Still, his anjiety that he had seriously injured the female remained and dread pooled in the deep, empty pit of his stomach.  

“Ah, I should be fine. Though, I really do feel bad about this, can I make it up to you?” A small, friendly smile fell upon his lips as the guilt ate him from the inside out. 

“Are you hungry or anything?”

    How polite! If Hiyori had been a little more school-girly, she might’ve swooned and agreed to a meal immediately, just to spend more time with him. The maturity paired with the soft face was a nice touch.

          “Nah, nah, I was just startled. Usually I uh, adjust my body language to say something along the lines of ‘don’t fuck with me’, so having you run into me was a bit shocking.” She decided honesty would ease his mind the quickest and ended up being too forward... whoops.

    It was actually kind of funny that he thought she would need medical attention after a soft bump like that... considering she’d been hit by a car and tossed around by pro wrestlers, it was really funny.

          “Whoa-hah, excuse my profanity, of course!” Her apology was admittedly a little half-hearted, but it was better than nothing. “And if it really bothers you, you can buy some food for me, I guess.”

[ @hiyori-icky | MEWWY CHWISTMAS owo ]

     Gift wrapping was the second worst activity ever. The first was golf.

     Nice’s arms were littered with pieces of tape that varied in length, from shorter to long and thin. He had just finished wrapping and bagging the gifts he had prepared for his friends, but now there was the real challenge: Hiyori’s gifts. He thought about just giving them to her presentably, or if he should wrap them, or maybe box and then wrap them?

     Blue eyes moved to the stack of already-wrapped presents, then back to the jewelry case and joke mug, then back to the presents again, and so on. He was lost in thought until the ring of the doorbell jumped him out of his indecisive state of mind.

     Warily, Nice made his way to the door, then peered out of the peephole. Of course, it was none other than his girlfriend, whom he had a tough time shopping for. In a panicked rush, the detective scooped up the unwrapped presents for her and hid them in his desk, then made his way back to open the door and greet her. “To what may I owe the pleasure of this unexpected visit, madam?”

    Absentmindedly, Hiyori fluffed at the faux fur poking out of the hood of her jacket and considered ringing Nice’s door again. Sometimes he would be so absorbed in his work she’d have to break in, but it was cold and she didn’t want to have to take off her gloves.

    Thankfully, her boyfriend opened the door before the brunette had to resort to drastic measures, although he did seem to be in a rush.

It was days like these that Yato found himself thinking back on his past before Solaris, or more specifically, his friends. It’d been a good few years since he’d talked to any of them and for reasons unknown even to himself at this point. It was only on those rare nights that he had enough cash for booze did he even consider calling them up but only to turn back due to that stubborn pride of his.

The vibration in his back left pocket was the thing to ultimately bring Yato out of his daydreams and back into his cold, harsh reality. And he meant that literally. The outside temperatures were freezing and if Yato didn’t know better he’d think his fingers were going to just pop off like some kinda pen cap. Or maybe they would? 

Passivly agressivly he whipped out his phone from his back pocket to see just who exactly decided to message him and if his blood wasn’t running blue before  it definitely was now. 

His head whipped around before landing on what obviously was the ugly christmas sign. He’d probably have laughed at it if not for the more pressing issue at hand, and that one being Hiyori. When his eyes finally landed on the female Yato felt, confused? Or maybe he should say that he was surprised (which mind you was not easy for one to do to the all mightly god himself). 

He awkwardly waved to the female before scratching the back of his neck. Should he approach? 

- Yes? - No?

Approach selected.

    For a moment, Hiyori was scared that he would ignore her texts and move on - he wasn’t obligated to reconnect with her just because they were in the same area, after all - but thankfully he seemed to be on board with the idea.

    She stood and crossed half of the distance for him, wanting to wrap him in a hug but not sure she had the right to do that anymore. Could she even still call him Yato? Sure the customs of the country they were in were different but...

@hiyori-icky - Winter Wonderland Parade!

Saihara Shuichi was completely and utterly lost. The crowd of the winter parade was huge; way more than he expected! And with his underestimation of the crowd also came unpreparedness for what exactly he should’ve brought along with him in case he got lost. A water, a map, maybe a portable phone charger. No, all of that was just sitting at home on his counter cause he thought he’d be fine. Look who was fine now, wandering the crowds!

It was probably from his carelessness and lack of observation of what direction the crowd was going but he bumped into someone. Or maybe it should be said that he slammed into someone at his brisk pace. “Oh sorry! Are you alright?” He asked without a second thought, eying over the person that he had just basically crashed into. 

    Hiyori, while it could be considered dramatic, had yelped upon crashing into the other person, both of her arms extended out oh-so-slightly in order to maintain balance.

    She only half-heard what the other person had said, as she was focused on staying upright and not saying something half-baked out of shock, but she was pretty sure it was an apology and reacted in kind.

        “It’s fine, no harm done!” The brunette dashed imaginary from her pants and grinned warmly at the other person; a boy who looked about her age, maybe younger?

     He only grinned, the ‘are you serious’ expression he felt showing on his face clearly. “Moderately decent pun, darling,” Nice hummed, letting Hiyori’s small slip-up roll off like nothing. He wouldn’t get fired up over it or anything, anyway. It was a weird name, he admitted, but it was his. And this place in France.

     “Well, dear cliche-as-hell girlfriend, I happen to be quite fond of cliche-as-hell park dates, especially when tagging along as your cliche-as-hell boyfriend in negative temperatures,” he joked back, “especially because I get to make you happy.”

     Sato thought to himself for a moment as they walked along the pavement. “A warm drink doesn’t sound so bad if you didn’t bring any drinks along. If you did, we don’t really need any more beverages, do we, beautiful?”

    Ah, god, what did she do to deserve such an accepting and silly boyfriend? Hiyori would hug the crap out of him if they were in private but alas there were people around and it was too cold to linger anywhere.

    “Har har. Does it - and by it I mean puns, no matter how clever or well-placed - even count if you don’t properly mean it? Discuss.” She reached out and poked his wrist, decisively.

    “Sounds cliche-as-hell. Have I thanked you for agreeing to come with me, yet? I feel like I should.” Why was he so nonchalant?!?! Hiyori felt ill-equipped to deal with the brunet, sometimes.

     He remained silent, letting her hold his hand as she spoke and expressed how she felt for the most part. “Yeah, I know,” he responded quietly, still guilty that he dragged her into this huge mess and practically endangered her. Even if she could handle herself, which she had proven time and time again, he still felt somewhat responsible for her. Was it good or bad? He didn’t know.

     “I try to avoid it as much as I can, but either this kind of thing happens, or I just end up half-dead in an alley or bloodied and tossed into a dumpster,” Nice remembered the countless times either of the situations had happened to him, usually when he got involved in deeper cases like this. He had uprooted some shady businesses in the past successfully, but there were a couple of cases that he turned over to the police for the best of himself and the client. “I haven’t had a night like this for a while now, though.”

     He avoided her eyes, looking instead to their hands that were carefully intertwined. “I’m sorry I dragged you into all of this. It was stupid of me to lead them to you, as much as I appreciated your help. I feel like I selfishly pulled you down the well with me.” Blue eyes went up, meeting with violets. “I’ll do whatever you need. I just don’t want to make your night any worse than I already have.”

    Hiyori took care to listen to Nice - not only because she was counting on his opinion but because while her heart was pounding in her throat and she was slowly settling back into the idea that this was the reality, Nice’s voice was very, very calming.

        “That sounds terrible. Do you usually deal with that kind of situation on your own? Because...” Because that was awful. If she was like this after one instance (and with help) what would it be like to deal with something like this on her own...?

        “Don’t be. I let you in, remember?” Hiyori smiled lightly and brought Nice’s hand over to her face, pressing just the barest hint of a kiss there before finally looking up at his face.

     “Eh?” Her sudden choice of actions was a bit surprising considering everything they’d gone through. Wait, hold on, he supposed it wasn’t. They could’ve died back there at Hiyori’s apartment. That sunk in. “You’re bold, huh?” He joked, probably doing so at the wrong time. Even so, he did as she requested, gingerly sitting on the bed beside her and taking her hands within his own.

     “I’m not sure you’d want to get stained up with blood,” he looked at his bandaged torso, still admiring the care given to him. Why hadn’t she become a nurse or something? She was good at this. Nice looked back up, focusing on her eyes as his cheeks retained their slightly reddened color. “What’s on your mind?”

     He could see that the night had stirred her, and he sympathized, yet he knew that she did a great job with handling the pressure thrown at her. Now they sat in a creaky motel on the outskirts of Umbra, rested on one bed wearing underwear that had been dried via hair dryer, paper-thin walls surrounding them and sheltering the duo from the rainy weather that plagued the outdoors.

     Nice watched Hiyori silently, waiting for her to speak again, the pain from his abdomen weakly pulsing now and then.

    Hiyori made a nondescript noise in the back of her throat and laced her fingers with Nice’s before unlacing them, moving one finger over before doing it again so her pinky was hanging out awkwardly before doing the same in the opposite direction.

    It was soothing, just feeling his hand like this. She supposed it didn’t really matter who it was because physical contact was her go-to comfort no matter the situation but....

      “Just... things. What happened, I guess, in general, you know?” Just because she was trained in hands-on combat and knew how to respond to situations didn’t mean she knew how to react to them on a long-term basis.

      “Are you... has this happened to you before? Getting hunted, borrowing a living space, revealing feelings... all that jazz? Or is this sorta...”

    She wanted to know if she was overreacting to the whole thing. It was difficult to ask it from the third-person view when she was, in fact, involved and probably see through.

    Casually, she rolled over and began to trace a nail over the back of Nice’s hand before throwing aside her pride and the instinct to hold back so she wouldn’t overshare... although she did avoid Nice’s eyes while doing so.

     “I’ll do my best to fend it off, your pun-derfullness,” Nice laughed, the intake of cold air drying his throat easily. Cars passed on the street, stirring the breeze and dead leaves, making him ever-so grateful for his garments, yet worried for the girl beside him. Was she too cold? He hoped not. They should find indoors soon, just to warm up for a few minutes.

     “So, where are we going today, exactly?” Nice knew picnics were meant to be enjoyed outside, even if the weather nipped at the two. He noticed her fingers moving, only passing it off as the cold, adding to his worry. “We should probably find somewhere to step inside just for a minute or two, yeah? You look pretty cold.”

      “Nice.” She’d meant to say it as a compliment to the great play on words, but it came out sounding like she was chastising her boyfriend and this made her laugh, face red. “Swear to God I didn’t mean that. I meant good job on the pun well done.”

    “And our destination is the park. For a cliche as hell park date. Because I’m your cliche as hell girlfriend, and you’re going to indulge me on this bone-chilling day because you know it’ll make me happy.”

    She pouted at Nice for a moment at his suggestion but then sighed. After all, he was her concerned boyfriend and even if she thought it wasn’t necessary she would allow him to lead her along. In return, she’d snatch up his hand... sometime soon. Soon-ish. Maybe never.

     “That’s just too bad, madam,” the male chuckled.

     He took another piece and popped it into his mouth, listening to her as she spoke. It was always good to hear Hiyori’s voice. Even if a day was bad, he cheered up almost instantly when talking to her. “Well, excuse my poor trashcan-organizing-skills.”

     The silence that filled the air when their teasing had ceased felt depriving. He remained quiet, however, unable to think of anything to say. It was as if the well of remarks and topics had run dry. When she spoke up again, he felt relieved, and deep down he worried over how that felt. “Work has been, well, work-y. Typical cases of being sneaky or searching up records of people.”

     “Boring, all-in-all. What about you? I wanna hear about your day.”

      “You’re excused,” Hiyori said, blithely. “Now get out.”

    That was a joke, of course. A play on words. But just in case he hadn‘t gotten that, she leaned over to poke his food-stuffed cheeks, grinning widely with sparkling eyes.

      “Just kidding of course. You have to help me pick up, later. Right now I just want to spend time with you, which is why I came over in the first place. We’re both busy people, and we should make time for each other when we can.”

    Having made her point, she leaned back and tucked into her food; work exhaustion finally taking over as she cleaned her plate and then placed it next to her, silverware placed prongs down, politely.

      “Well...” And she dragged out the L's, because how much should she say? How much could she say? It wasn’t as if anything particularly new or exciting happened, but then again, nothing ever really did.

      “Ah, got asked out again today. I’ve been thinking of putting my fake engagement ring back on - then I only get the really creepy customers after me and I can respond to unwanted, continuous flirting with violence. But that’s just part of being a waitress, I think.”

    She had about a dozen stories a day about customers hoping that a little flirting would get them out of tipping, or for some reason land them a date; because of course, she wanted to go out with someone who tipped her two dollars in change.

      “You got it.” He yawned, standing to his feet and grabbing the underwear off of the rack. Once she closed the door he felt like he’d pass out in the tub or something; exhaustion weighed down on him. He changed out of the towel, hanging it around his shoulders for slight warmth.

      He waited by the door while she changed, distracting himself by observing every detail in the small bathroom, up until she gave the final word.

      Upon coming out of the stuffy bathroom, he shivered a bit due to how surprisingly cold the room was. His eyes immediately gravitated toward Hiyori, staring at her for a few seconds, until he realized that he probably made her uncomfortable. He got a bit flushed. “Y’know, it’s way colder than when we came in.” He laughed. Nice looked around the walls before spotting the A/C, walking over to it and checking it out.

     He fiddled with it for a while before turning it on to the heat setting, then turning it up a bit. “That oughta help,” He stood and turned around to face her. “You okay?”

    Hiyori stretched out her toes and let them relax methodically while trying to regain her bearings. A lot had happened in one night, and it was... just now sinking in.

    Feeling a bit shaken, she rolled over to look at Nice as he floundered around the room, unsure of how to proceed, exactly. How not to take things too far while somehow assuring herself... ah.

      “Nice, shut up and hold my hand for a moment.”

    Well, that’s not what she’d wanted to say exactly. The brunette sat up, a little flushed, and extended both her hands out to her boyfriend, making groping motions in the air.

“Hello there! I’m __!” 

“Who are you?”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t see you there!” 

“Woah, you’re huge.”

“Woah, you’re tiny!” 

“Lost too, huh?” 

“Mind if I sit here?” 

“I’m sorry to bother you, but do you know __?”

“Excuse me, but can you help me?”

“Excuse me, but you look like you are in need of help.”

“Good evening.” 

“Good morning.”

“Nice day, isn’t it?” 

“Excuse me, but you dropped this!”

“Have you seen __ anywhere?”

“Can you please move?” 

“Are you __?”

“Do you know __?”

“I like your __.”

“Pardon me, but are you okay?” 

“Aren’t the stars beautiful tonight?”

“I can’t wait for the meteor shower!”

“I could stare at these stars all night.”

“When do I get to look through the telescope?”

“I’m so glad there aren’t any clouds tonight.”

“Let’s see if we can spot some constellations!”

“You know, it’s more fun to stargaze if you’re lying on your back.”

“Gosh the stars are so beautiful tonight.”

“We should do this more often.”

❛ I witnessed their deaths firsthand ❜

❛ You have no control: who lives, who dies, who tells your story? ❜

❛ I couldn’t undo it if I tried ❜

❛ But when you’re gone, who remembers your name? ❜

❛ I stop wasting time on tears ❜

❛ And when my time is up, have I done enough? ❜

❛ Talk less! Smile more! ❜

❛ Don’t let ‘em know what you’re against or what you’re for! ❜

❛ Well, hate the sin, love the sinner ❜

❛ No one really knows how the game is played ❜

❛ The pieces that are sacrificed in every game of chess ❜

❛ You got more than you gave ❜

❛ When you got skin in the game, you stay in the game ❜

❛ But you don’t get a win unless you play in the game

❛ I wanna build something that’s gonna outlive me ❜

❛ We dream of a brand new start but we dream in the dark for the most part ❜

❛ I wish I could tell you what was happening in his brain ❜

❛ I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory ❜

❛ If I throw away my shot, is this how you’ll remember me? ❜

❛ What is a legacy? ❜

❛ What is a legacy? It’s planting seeds in a garden you never get to see

❛ I’m running out of time. ❜

❛ Teach me how to say goodbye ❜

❛ Death doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints ❜

❛ History obliterates in every picture it paints it paints me and all my mistakes ❜

❛ Now I’m the villain in your history ❜

❛ I made every mistake and felt the shame rise in me ❜

❛ History has its eyes on me ❜

❛ I know that greatness lies in you ❜

❛ No one has more resilience or matches my practical tactical brilliance ❜

❛ There are moments that the words don’t reach ❜

❛ There is suffering too terrible to name ❜

❛ The moments when you’re in so deep. It feels easier to just swim down ❜

❛ You built me palaces out of paragraphs ❜

❛ The world has no right to my heart ❜