cotton candy

“we had a good breakfast. do you think you’ll survive?”

“you sure were out of it. i’ve been trying to wake you up for ten minutes.”

“that wasn’t fair and you know it. you caught me off guard.”

“good morning, sleepyhead.”

“i’ll let you know when, and don’t let me catch you peeking.”

“the hot chocolate is ready.”

“i got dizzy all of a sudden, that’s all.”

“but that’s enough for today.”

“let’s go make some sandwiches.”

“it’s a secret, and a surprise.”

“to start with, i want you to relax. try not to think about anything. close your eyes and relax.”

“i don’t even remember going to bed.”

“breathe deep, taking your breaths all the way in and letting them out slowly.”

“that’s because i had to carry you to your bed.”

“now, my little man, what do you say we go get some breakfast?”

“something told me to bring this in case we ran into trouble.”

“i am warning you: don’t try to weasel your way out of it.”

“is it okay if i sleep in your bed tonight?”

“you’re doing an excellent job.” 

“you must have been worlds away, as hard as it was to wake you.”

“i guess you better stop it, then; don’t you think?”

“we’re going fishing this weekend.”

“it’s way past our bedtimes and we have a lot to do tomorrow.”

“you be careful. i know you want to learn this, but you have to be patient, too.”

“are you okay this morning?”

“you will miss out on a lot of things that kids have fun doing, and i feel bad about that.”

“that’s my little helper.”

“what do you say we call it a day and go make some chocolate chip cookies?”

“it’s more dangerous than anything you’ll ever learn.”

“i love you, too. i think we’re going to have a lot of fun today.”

“stay back and no one gets hurt.”

“i’ve lost a lot of blood.”

“you don’t have to feel bad. i’m having more fun than any kid ever dreamt about, spending time with you.”

“i think it’s time for a rest.”

“you get the eggs and whatever you want in your omelet, and i’ll get the frying pan ready.”

“that’s easy for you to say. it’s not your house.”

Kairo was easily distracted by the most minute things, if only because it was these small details that irked him the most. Perfection was rigid and ugly, so he had an innate urge to disrupt anything that he could. “Did you have somewhere you wanted to go to?” he questioned, interpreting that wink as (possibly) the result of the dust in the atmosphere, “I’m afraid that I don’t have recommendations for you.” Most of his evenings were spent either at home or, on his more adventurous nights, at the club - restaurants and dinners were not usually on his mind.

“Your work is always impeccable, Koichi - it is why I return to you,” he explained in a matter-of-factly manner as he paid, leaving his usual generous tip, “I am thinking of adding a new one soon, just along the pelvic area, though I have not fully decided on the design nor subject matter.” When Kairo wasn’t reading or writing, which was seldom considering his occupation as a Professor, he often liked to dabble in art. Over the years, he had actually acquired a rather vast collection and considered himself a somewhat connoisseur - his body ink was merely a contemporary extension of it. 

“Perhaps you will have ideas?”

“Ah, don’t worry about it, I know plenty of places we could go~ and I know exactly where we’re going to night.” Your bed, ideally. Koichi didn’t even know why he wanted Kairo. Was it the ungodly (ha) amount of tattoos, was it the fact that he was a god, or was it because this was so damn difficult and Koichi hadn’t had a challenge in quite some time?

Or maybe it was because Kairo was a good tipper. At this point, Koichi had no idea, but he accepted the generous tip with a smile that anyone else would’ve caught as flirtatious. And then Kairo continued talking and Koichi choked. Just along the pelvic area. Koichi would die. Koichi would die because he was a professional, and he would keep whatever urges he had pent up until he would die right there, right as he was tattooing Kairo’s crotch, and then he’d probably fall face-first into the other’s dick. Dead.

@mpwheein​

description of an accident under the cut, nothing super graphic but just so y’all are aware <3

With how many ridiculous things Koichi did regularly, it had always only been a matter of time before karma or consequences or whatever caught up to him. He always figured he’d be more conscious when it actually happened, but alas, that wasn’t up to him to decide.

In retrospect (though, again, Koichi was too unconscious to think at the moment), he really should’ve seen this coming. He wasn’t an athletic person by any means, the only sport he did was occasional swimming and the only reason he never drowned was thanks to his divine dad, so why had he even considered climbing this damn tree?

so, that afternoon, wheein found herself walking aimlessly amongst the shades of the parks rising trees, humming along to a song only she really knew. 

the figure took her by suprise, nobody really came out this far and even so they didn’t really lie on the ground here; it was too muddy. her heart lurched uncomfortably and she picked up the pace. it was only the blood that caused her to jump into action.

Fuck, his arm hurt.

“I... fell out of that tree.” Koichi pointed his good arm at it. His voice sounded meek, a far cry from his usual loud and unforgiving personality. “My... my head hurts like hell... so does my arm... and...” He gently placed his good hand on his ribcage and made a face. “Just a bit, though, not as bad. I think.” Thinking hurt.

Normally, Koichi would’ve made some joke about touching him (the doctor he frequented had gotten used to it by now), but he most definitely wasn’t in the right mindset for any of that right now. So he just nodded, then winced again, then whispered “Yes.”

Kairo was a fan of tattoos - there was no other way of putting it - and often ended up at Taste of Ink, whether it was to retouch an older artwork or to add something that he’d come up with on a whim. As a God, he also had the perks of a new canvas every time that she switched his mortal vessel, which might have been considered cheating but no one had ever confronted him about it. “Yes, thank you,” he replied simply though, as was also protocol for him, had left the brochure on a nearby table. He had enough sheets of paper in his apartment and saw no reason to waste another on for information he already knew; mortal vessels were so fragile to care for.

He slipped his shirt back over his head, back muscles tensed for a brief moment before the large sweater engulfed his slender frame. Although ancient, and far too wise, Kairo had the tendency to dress like a young hipster - an aesthetic that he’d adopted quite happily. “Is that so?” he turned back to face Koichi, seemingly unfazed by how closely the tattoo artist had come, “Well, I suppose that it is rather late already. I hadn’t noticed the time.”

There were a lot of other things that Kairo hadn’t noticed, such as every one of Koichi’s past flirtations or the way his eyes wandered. In fact, he hadn’t even realised that the declaration was an invitation for dinner, having become completely distracted by a dust speck that floated down from the ceiling - it was evenly rhythmic, almost perfect, so Kairo couldn’t help but reach out to disrupt it’s descent. That was better. “You had a dust.”

Aaaand Kairo didn’t get the hint. Of course. Koichi almost rolled his eyes, but either Kairo wouldn’t notice that or misunderstand it, and that was really more hassle than it was worth. “Let’s--” he began, but was distracted by the god being distracted. Wordlessly, Koichi watched Kairo’s expression as he caught the piece of dust.

“Ah.” Well then. “Thank you.” A moment passed, and then another, and then Koichi’s bright smile returned. “Let’s take care of the money. And after we’re done with that, I’m going to ask you to have dinner together, so go ahead and think about it until then.” He patted Kairo’s chest, winked, and spun around to head out to the register.

Jackson wasn’t at all moved by the way the other person was dressed, in fact it only made him beam even brighter to keep up with his new friend’s vibe. He had always enjoyed things that were different, no matter what they were, and for some reason it just made Koichi look like someone who would appreciate the little things–which happened to be his favorite. 

With hands on his waist and a body close to him he stuck his arm out to the side, holding his burrito far away from the other person’s hair. He really didn’t want to somehow fuck that masterpiece up. “Are my hips stiff? Honestly i thought my whole body looked too lose..” He trailed off as he let the other guide him, maybe not well but they did guide, “Shows how much I know about dancing.” A deep chuckle rumbled from his throat just before his glass his his lips again; and with a quick motion the drink was right in front of Koichi’s face, his own beaming back with another bright smile. 

“Gin Fizz?? I think? You gotta try it seriously. Shit is daaaankkkk~” He always had a habit of dragging out his words, and he did it an unbelievable amount when he was a bit drunk. “You wanna drink more with me? I’m a loner tonight.” His pout was dramatic, plump bottom lip really putting on a show. 

Koichi really, truly appreciated the way this stranger seemed to be trying not to get burrito into Koichi’s hair. He’d spent ages on that; it was good to see someone actually minding their flailing limbs, unlike everyone else in this damn bar. The way the two of them danced was definitely ridiculous, but Koichi couldn’t bring himself to give a single fuck, not when they were both giggling like idiots.

“I don’t know shit about dancing either, it’s fine~” Koichi’s eyes widened a bit when the other just shoved the drink into his face, but he held the glass with one hand and tipped it a bit, taking a sip. “Oh shit, this is good. I’m definitely drinking more with you~”

for @mpxkoichi

Just another day at work doodling behind the counter while he waited for any new walk-ins to pop in. There weren’t very many appointments on the books, meaning a very slow day for them all and it had Yuta itching for something fun to do. 

Starting to get restless the white-haired demigod turns to the computer set to play their overhead music putting on one of his favorite bands. The artists in the back won’t be able to hear it, yet seeing Koichi suddenly finish with his appointment walking out to finish up payments the older couldn’t help but send the man a wink.  Just some painless flirting, nothing wrong with that besides the whole rule of never hooking up with coworkers. For an ice prince, Yuta sure loved to play with some fire.

“No plans~ I was thinking of finishing some sketches but I’m not under time pressure for those yet,” Koichi answered with a shrug, also in Japanese, then shifted his attention back to the client and set up a date for their next appointment. “See you then~”

It wasn’t super busy that evening at the bar, apparently the nightclub on the other side of the district was throwing a rager that night. Leaving only regulars to fill her section and the music over the speakers. There was no way she could miss the beacon of positivity that had busted his way into her life, sit down in her section.

She’s just finished serving a round to some university students, doing her best to awkwardly flirt for tips, before getting back to Koichi. Her eyes rolled at his antics, a smile almost finding it’s way to her face before she corrected it. Not wanting to give into her friend’s charms so easily.

“Oh ha. Very funny, Koi. I don’t study to death, I study death.” Siobhan reached over from wear she was drying napkins and lightly smacked him with the towel in her hands. “I had exams! And you can’t blame me when I warned you last week I would be busy - you just forgot!”

Koichi very theatrically almost fell off the stool when Siobhan smacked him with the towel, clutching his arm as if gravely wounded. “Mean, Sio!” he whined, but his hurt expression disappeared in a manner of seconds as he began giggling. Another sip of his drink and he did a little shake, almost like a cat after it gets wet, his ponytail bobbing.

“Ahhh exams~ I remember when I was your age, exams were truly the worst~” Koichi teased. He was only a year older than Sio, both of them knew that, but he just couldn’t resist a chance to wind her up. It always took quite a bit to get a reaction out of her, but rather than taking that as his cue to stop it made Koichi want to up the ante.

@mpxkoichi

Most of the time Jackson never did anything without looking confident while doing it, no matter how he truly felt about the situation.It could be because of his stature and the way he held himself but, This time was no different as he held a drink in one hand and the rest of his veggie burrito in another. He had just met some random person at the bar after he had ordered his food, they had talked him up, saying that he could totally dance with the body he had on him. 

Partially into the little lesson on the patio, Jackson had proved helpless, and at this point was just dancing on his own to the music that was being blasted on the patio. 

He thrived under attention.

But he needed to breathe, and so he detached himself from someone who tried to kiss one of the stuffed animals (valid but gross) and headed out on the patio to smoke. Just as he was about to light his cigarette, however, someone danced over to him.

Koichi watched the other (cute!) guy with an amused grin on his red lips and a twinkle in his eye. “I mean, I don’t see why not~ But hold on, you gotta,” he slipped his cigarette back into the pack and his pocket and stepped closer to the beaming stranger, “you gotta loosen your hips a bit more~”