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Fukurotsu
Fukuzawa: It’s just a cigarette and it harms your pretty lungs
Hirotsu: But it’s only twice a week so there’s not much of a chance
Fukuzawa: It’s just a cigarette and soon it will be 10
Hirotsu (lights a cigarette): Honey can’t you trust me when I want to stop I can
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HELLO.
FIVE SHIPS AND SENTENCES FOR THE YOU
ranpoe + "have you seen him around?"
fyolai + "look at this!!"
nikonathan + "this is the least of our worries"
shibuvan + "can we keep it?"
fukurotsu + "shall we spar?"
"Have you seen him around?" Ranpo poked the paper with a picture of Karl on it, groaning when the person shook their head. Poe was sitting hunched over on a bench, face buried in his hands. Ranpo walked over to him, sitting down next to him and patting him on the back. "Hey, Ed, I'm sure we'll find Karl, okay?" "I should've kept an eye on him.." Poe mumbled to himself, grabbing a tuft of his hair in his hand. Ranpo just wrapped an arm around him, whistling a little. Safe to say, he did not predict Karl suddenly scurrying out from under the bench. What a professional hider.
"Dostoy!" Nikolai grinned. "Look at this!!" Fyodor looked over, pausing. "...What is that." "Porcupine!" Nikolai twirled around a little, holding it up higher. "Where'd you get the porcupine." Fyodor slowly got up. "The neighbors."
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Fukurotsu
Fukuzawa: Sneaking up on me, are we?
Hitotsu: Come on, you already knew I was here.
Fukuzawa (chuckles): I did. But that is because you are incapable of using the door.
Hirotsu: I used the door. It didn’t even break it…much this time. It can still fit back on the hinges.
Fukuzawa: You know Kunikida hates when you break the door down.
Hirotsu (grins): Yeah I know. Mind if I sit?
Fukuzawa (amused): Ryuurou Hirotsu you barge into my building, antagonise my wards. And yet taking a seat in my office is where you cross the line?
Hirotsu (leans in with a grin): Because it’s your office, President.
Fukuzawa (flustered): You may sit. I imagine they’ll be at it for a while.
-Hirotsu sits in the chair beside him-
Hirotsu: All the more time for us to catch up. So how have you been?
Fukuzawa: I’ve been well. You know the cats I told you about?
Hirotsu: The ones behind the building?
Fukuzawa (excited): They’ve had kittens.
Hirotsu: I knew it. Go on show me the pictures.
Fukuzawa: Well if you insist.
-Fukuzawa pulls out his phone and happily yaps about the cats to Hirsotsu who listens with a fond smile-
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HI ships and sentences: Bramcraft with the sentence "Yes I, too, can love", and Fukurotsu with "You're terrible, I can't believe you"
"Yes I, too, can love." Bram nodded a little, tilting his head. "Why do you ask that?" "Well, Bra-chan! I haven't heard you discuss it at all! I wanted to know!!" Aya crossed her arms, huffing. She had been asking all kinds of questions to Bram about customs in modern times, customs in old times, it was a lot of questions. She was a curious child, however. A familiar creature leaned against Bram as the three walked, yawning. "I want to go back to bed." Bram looked at Lovecraft, kissing his forehead. "I do too."
"You're terrible, I can't believe you!" Ranpo shouted, slamming the door shut. Fukuzawa stared, loudly sighing before looking at Hirotsu, leaning against one of his hands. "Well, what'd you do now?" "Told him we could not get a refill on one of his snacks." Hirotsu looked back at him. Ranpo would probably come wandering back in, he knew this plan didn't work, but Fukuzawa supposed he liked being dramatic like that. The door slowly creaked open, and the two looked over. "Actually, I was wondering if-"
11&15 ^_^ <3
11. with characters i want to write more in the future
one of my current wips!!
Haruno’s quiet for a moment, then smiles, “Maybe we could handle it ourselves?” “Wh- really?” Naomi blinks, pulling her phone away. “Of course we could!” Teruko butts in, grinning, “I'm here.” “We could solve it even without a Hunting Dog.” Haruno crosses her arms. Teruko raises an eyebrow in disbelief, and then laughs.
15. from an old piece that i like
hmm,,
i still want to finish this fukurotsu thing i have. this bit still makes me giggle
“How bad is this month’s electricity bill, Kunikida? Your brow’s all furrowed,” Yosano glanced out of the medical area, leaning against the doorway. “Not worse than Fukuzawa’s past relationships,” Kunikida answered, Fukuzawa just giving a disappointed sigh from where he was looking over a report for Tanizaki. Ranpo snickered unhelpfully.
4 aka if loving you is a competition then baby i'm a dark horse if it hasn’t been asked already
THIS ONEE it's my silly fukurotsu fic i havent worked on in a while. but uhmm have a snippet. old man loneliness.
Certain things had to remain in secrecy. Mori would have been displeased if he found out one of his subordinates was dating his former love, the Black Lizards would have been baffled, not to mention that Fukuzawa supposed the public reception would be.. Poor. So, they kept their interactions in person brief, and kept all else to methods that people couldn’t see. It did happen to result in some yearning, Fukuzawa finding his bed was all too empty at night. His blankets kept him warm, but the ache for someone to wrap his arms around never left.
