#|featuring|mcwscollective

Chishiya couldn't help but raise a curious eyebrow as he turned to look at the male beside him. He was casually settled in on the couch, a bag of his favorite kind of biscuits in hand as he swallowed down the bite he was currently munching on. Since Niragi was discharged, Chishiya did his best to keep a routine of trying to stop by when he could to make sure Niragi wasn't doing anything stupid to backtrack any healing progress he had earned with his burns. Luckily, that didn't seem to be the case, but he didn't put anything past Niragi for him to be stubborn one time too many and end up making himself need longer to heal.

Granted, as a doctor he couldn't always make time to stop by every single day, due to some shifts running longer than others and just if other events came up that he would have to take care of though he made sure to try where possible. With that time, the two had managed to grow closer even if most would've thought that unlikely, and in a way, it helped Chishiya keep the motivation of turning his life around and a reason to try to convince Niragi to do the same. Though he was just as stubborn as Chishiya was himself, so that was taking longer than he had hoped but nothing he wasn't willing to work with.

Nayuta found himself smirking at the response, not one bit surprised but very amused. "Oh, so you have, now have you? I'm glad you admitted it because now it makes me curious," Leaning his chin on the palm of one of his hands, Nayuta leans in a bit closer to look at his brother in the eyes. "So care to elaborate on what you did then?"

[text] I'm totally jealous, Killua! Though.. I've gotta ask, why oreos? I'm guessing those are your favorite?

[text] Were they already open though or is it like a brand-new pack?

"Well yeah, I know! But you're always helping me with everything, so I thought I'd do it on my own this time. You deserve a break, after all!" Smiling widely, Gon held out one of the dishes he had cooked up for them. "I can't promise it'll be all that good, but I tried to copy it how I remembered my aunt making it, so hopefully it'll be edible at least." Sitting down, he allowed Killua to choose where he wanted to settle before they'd start to dig in.

"What sayeth thee? Shouldst thou not be more concerned with thine own team's enemies?"

Oh man, he really hadn't wanted to be roped into this. He knew hardly anything more than what he had heard in battles and in passing of the groups, and had he known he would've been involved, he would have steered clear of the area. Especially now since it came to having to decipher whatever it was the other male was speaking.

Alluka blinked when she heard the voice of one of her siblings, turning to glance at them and giving a small smile when she realized it was Kalluto. There were things that she didn't feel so attached to, now getting to spend more time with her brother and actually go on adventures and all. "..I don't have a need for a lot of my things currently.. so you can go through and take some of my clothes if any suit your liking." After all, it was the least she could sort of do.

"Yeah, you got it! Whatever you want." Dice had no problem testing his luck and aiming to see if it was in his favor. Despite the countless games he betted on and lost, he knew he could always count on Ramuda and Gentaro to help (He was going to get better! Really!) and he never minded helping where he could at times to repay the help. Though through the time of being in Fling Posse and gaining friends and such, he couldn't deny he had gotten feelings for their leader.

At first, he didn't think anything of it. Thought they were just admiration or something, but over time, he was proved to be wrong. When Ramuda started taking up space in his dreams more and more, and even when he had become the focal point of times when the dreams had turned steamy, Dice finally accepted it.

And this? He would've thought he was dreaming, and if he was, then he was just fine with no being woken up because it felt practically like he had won the jackpot now. Being the one getting to do this, being the one getting to please the other this way. In fact, he was fine doing anything Ramuda would have asked of him.

Going back and keeping his pace as told, Dice took the cock down his throat as deep as he could each time, making sure he focused on every sensation he could give him. Between his hands picking up the rhythm when he pulled his mouth back to the tip, tongue swirling around the tip as well as underneath the shaft.

Samatoki had been minding his own business, not really expecting any visitors. While his territory wasn't unpopular, few ever bothered to know where to look for him or where he would even be. On top of that, there was no expectation that a visitor would be someone that used to be a close friend.

Despite the confusion of why Ichiro had showed up, simply not allowing a word in before making the biscuit stick known, Samatoki set the cigarette that had been between his lips onto the side of the ash tray. One thing everyone knew about him was that Yakuza or not, he never turned down a competition. So, of course, who would he be to turn down a request from an once old so dear friend of his?

Once their lips met, Samatoki felt his body freeze. He hadn't actually expected Ichiro to go through with it fully, but he was ignoring the part of him that knew he had thought about this more than what was right. Doing something as stupid as he did back then when things fell apart, how did he have a right to think about their lips touching? For them to be vulnerable enough with each other to trust each other enough to share this? But here they were. And he was trying to will his heart rate to stay the same, to stay calm, not give away the bit of excitement building in his chest as he almost lost himself and deepened it.