#kimintsugi

Life had a weird way of spinning itself, huh? Down winding path after winding path, none more expected than the last. When Kimiko had come into Adam’s life, it was a time he really felt more alone than he probably ever had. To befriend her was, in his mind, plenty enough to keep his head above water. What he hadn’t expected was an offer for him to move in. It seemed crazy. Did she trust him that much? Or was she simply confident he wouldn’t prove to be trouble?

Truth be told, he’d been worried he might for a while. For months, he’d ached over the possibility of dragging her into his affairs, especially considering how fond he had come to grow for her. But thankfully, there’s something about this place...something that drove it to the outskirts. Never fully away, but enough to hide from.

Now he’s moving. (Not by much, it’s just a couple of blocks, really.)

It had started as what he thought was a joke, from her aunt. She said she was tired of him tripping over himself to help her out all the time, and even more tired of him dancing around his obvious feelings for her niece so much. (That had really embarrassed him). She said she’d help, wingman a little if he promised to cool his head a bit. The proposal of his own place to live really did entice, what with its appearance of competence...and a sense of independence he thinks might make him appear a bit more...reliable? Stable? Boyfriend-worthy?

Well, he digresses.

He swallows slightly, the air between them wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable but it had felt almost...weirdly stiff, today. She’d come to help with moving things. Basic things. Lamps, chairs, a first load of groceries, etc. They had pretty much managed to lug everything up, so far -- the last of it was just a couple of bags, nothing that needed to urgently be set down (like anything refrigerated). The elevator hummed softly, and as it rose it was difficult to tell if it was the feeling of lifting that was causing the strange pit in his stomach.

Well, it wasn’t hard to tell for much longer though. The light blinked, small jolt of movement as the box jitters. Bulbs dim as their ride becomes much more evidently still. The elevator must have malfunctioned. Great...it will probably take a while to come back on.

Mouth tugs into a slight, apologetic grimace. “Oh geez...I’m sorry, I hope I’m not holding you up or anything...I...” He pauses, hand that’s in the middle of rubbing at the back of his neck slows, gingerly creeps back down to his side.

      “I wasn’t that bummed. I wasn’t.” She argues. 

      She totally moped. It’s an event she looks forward to every year. More than Halloween. And, now, more than their anniversary. How could she not be bummed she missed it? But she won’t admit it so quickly. Although, compared to seconds ago, when she was quietly leaning over the side of his couch drawing circles with her finger on the lamp table, she’s sparkling now. 

      In a split of a split of a second, she was standing next to him, up on her toes with her hand pressed down on her arm. Her eyes are trained on the screen of his phone, scanning every detail in the pictures. “Ah, you already booked a room.” She can barely contain her excitement. Any more and she’d start vibrating. “Then I’ll make the food. I want to try my hand at dango.”

he wishes he could do this every day. look at that smile. the way she perks up, even though moments ago she was moping - even if she was in deep denial over it. she’s so excited. he was... glad, he was able to do this for her.

“room, yes. i was going to start making an itinerary for us, too, but - i dunno. maybe we should just wing it.” shrug of his shoulders, and a hand places itself on her back. without warning, he leans down, planting a small kiss to her lips.

“dango? sounds good. i’ll make us some cookies to go with it. haven’t baked in a while. unless that’s too many sweets? ha.

would also like to submit 'itadakimasu'

wELL OF COURSE? how can you not say itadakimasu and gochisousama deshita with such a good feast? we’re not heathens here

@miraruinada replied to your post “wishlist—”

say tadaima when u nut and okaeri when they nut

see, now you’re playing the che game

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Please I will cry FOR Leon

Send a character + outfit + accessory - Part 3!

“Why yes I do work here, thank you for asking.” She didn’t ask, she didn’t even speak, Mal. “You see...we’re very new around here so we haven’t gotten many customers yet.” Customers? It’s a clinic. “Patients yet.” They correct themself, albeit strangely - a strange beat between words. “Beep beep” Stop that. “What would you like? We have a flu-shot special just in time for the season -- just in case you touch a doorknob and get infected and DIE.” They stand up and shout that last part as they say it, pull back, sit back down.

@kimintsugi​

send in " you're an idiot. " for your muse to tend to my muse's wounds after a fight/battle / " you're an idiot. " and she might be a little petty and make it sting a bit so he thinks real hard before getting into trouble again

Yeah, he knows that -- he’s not actually got much of a compelling argument to provide against it, either. He merely gives a sheepish smile, rubs the back of his neck with his free hand.

“Guess I’m pretty lucky you put up with me, then.” It’s the kind of sweet line you’d expect from someone trying to lighten the mood, but as soon as she ties tightly he feels the air squeeze back into his lungs - teeth chattering together in a small, hissed grimace.