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Felix sighed as well, leaning into Ryo’s chest and trying to feel comforted. “It’s not even that I’m even all that upset,” he began, lying through his teeth because it was fairly obvious that he was, indeed, very upset. “It just sucks, that’s all. It’s not fair.” He huffed at that, almost annoyed with himself, because talking about how things just weren’t fair sounded childish even to him. He was not really used to being angry, but he had been feeling something anger-adjacent a lot lately.

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Finally the long day at the hospital was over. Camazotz never complained, and today was no different. He felt fulfillment from doing his work at the hospital which was more than when he was working in Xibalba. But even there, he had never been one to complain or feel disdain about his work. He did what needed to be done and then enjoyed his free time. That’s how he had always been. This week had been perticularly busy though, a bit like a rollercoaster as he had many very different tasks to handle and guide at once. Director Sun had done his part though, as Caça expected from him, and so everything had gone smoothly. Now, it was time for some relaxation. 

He hadn’t been able to visit Babylon for a little bit now, nor any other partners. And so he had previously set an appointment for the end of this week so he could really enjoy it and almost reward himself with it. This time though he had asked for the appointment to be a house call. He never really made use of the service before but he had enough trust in Cal, his recent choice from Babylon, that it would be fine. And honestly, after the week he simply wanted to enjoy a night at home with someone who’d be able to help him relax and relax with him. He was on his way to his home now, where Cal was probably waiting for him already. It had been a long work day so it was about 8.30 in the evening when he had left for home. The apartment in the Mayan complex that he had carefully decorated over the years. It mostly had brown hues with tints of purple and red. Most of the items in the apartment were gifts from old lovers. He wasn’t much of a collector of anything really himself, but he kept items that had been given to him. Along with those was his furniture consisting of mostly oak wood, bulky but sophisticated pieces and patterned rugs. Like with anything his furniture also was carefully picked by him. For the sitting furniture and his bed his demands were that it had to be comfy and soft first of all, and not too simple and modern. As such the pieces were all in line with the rest.

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It’s the ‘what if’s’ that have her wavering just outside the entrance to the tea house. They’re what had her pacing around her apartment almost endlessly much to the annoyance of her cats. They’re what had her change her outfit at least several times before returning to the first one she threw on. They’re what had her practicing her smile and mannerisms in the mirror for at least an hour. They’re what have her stomach up in knots from the overwhelming idea of not making a good first impression.

As soon as she’d caught wind of having a half-sibling present on the island, naturally she went out of her way to find out who exactly it was and where the highest chances of running into them would be. It was a daunting task going around, asking people if they’d seen any other children of Izanami going around. Especially asking the people that didn’t want to talk to her.

That in itself had been such a misadventure and had given her such a migraine that she could hardly stand to leave her apartment for a day or two. Nevertheless, she got the information that she wanted, so it was all worth the trouble. Watanabe Ryo was his name, and she couldn’t wait to meet him. Though Illia did pray that he’d at least like her a little bit.

On the outside, she stands there with such a straight face that a lot of people would find it hard to discern any stress or turmoil. But on the inside, her head threatens to overwhelm her with unwanted thoughts. ‘What if he didn’t like her?’, ‘what if he’s heard what other people have said about her?’, ‘what if he already knows she exists and just never bothered to reach out. What if he didn’t want to?’ All of it has the young demigod on edge. She almost turns around on her heel to go back home. But she stops and takes a deep breath.  

Summer Gala: 

When Ryo steps into the venue he sees through the crowd, paying no attention to the people around as he sees heads turn towards him. Despite all the murmur around him, he walks in hearing nothing but the click of his heels, feeling the light flow of the sheer fabric of his dress float behind him.  The Japanese demigod feels good...feels beautiful.  He walks with his head held high, soft smile on his face as he is sure there must be more than one boy around here embracing their feminine side. Being brave enough to do so shouldn’t come as a shock to anyone anymore in this day and age but of course there will always be those people stuck in their old ways. 

No matter. The raven was here for a little fun, his first big gala where he’s not paid to be someone’s arm candy. 

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Hyuna may not have worked at Babylon anymore, but Felix still stopped by from time to time to drop off snacks for his friends, and in particular to see Ryo. Today, he had brought brownies, which he had actually made himself and which had turned out surprisingly well. He had not even set anything on fire! And they tasted good!

He brought the brownies to the dressing room, but he wanted to see Ryo, so after checking around he put one on a plate and went up to the roof. “There you are~” he cooed when he spotted the older male, bouncing over to join him-- quickly, so that the height of the rooftop wouldn’t get to him. “Huh? It’s like eight? Were you sleeping? You’re not feeling sick, are you?” He asked with a pout, reaching over to feel Ryo’s forehead. He did not feel feverish, he thought. That was good, he did not want his friend to get sick.

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He sits by one of the windows overlooking the koi pond, gingerly sipping at his tea. There’s a glimmer of a smile on his face and it doesn’t quite reach his eyes, but he’s a little too lost in thought to care. The homesickness had settled in hard this morning and he had yet to shake it off, but no matter. Visiting the tea garden always helped and he couldn’t help the small smile that lit up his face as he remembered how he came about finding it.

It had only been a week after his arrival before he was calling up his aunt and tearfully whining to her about how much he missed home and it wasn’t very long before he was sniffling over the video call, wiping away his tears with the sleeve of his sweater. To which the elderly woman smiled back at her nephew, shook her head at his antics, and reminded him of all the reasons why he'd left home in the first place. "Of course things are different, it's a different country," she had started off with a scoff. "And you just got there," she continued to scold him. "Have you even explored yet? Have you even talked to people?" The young man's sheepish glance away answered that.

The call ended with Hotaru feeling a little miffed if he was honest, and that was only because his aunt was right. While he appreciated her wisdom at the end of the day, he absolutely did not like being called out even if it was for his own good.  He was a little stubborn like that. And in his stubbornness, the young man decided to leave his apartment and explore, only for the sake of going back and telling his aunt that he had a terrible time.

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Felix loved spending time with Ryo. Not only was the older male really nice to him and generally great to be around, but there was something comforting about him-- maybe just because of how caring he was, but it wasn’t something he could put his finger on. And, of course, it helped that Ryo liked to spoil him. “Nope, not sorry... Thanks, hyung~” He chirped as he took a bite of the pastry that had been set in front of him.