#mpxdestin

starter for @mpxdestin ft Phobetor & Destin

With the gentle trill of the shop bell above his head, Phobetor lets his dark eyes slowly scan the interior of the pet shop as he steps inside. Quickly he is met with the oddest scent, like saw dust and pet fur, along with dogs yapping, ceiling fans spinning and quiet radio playing across speakers. For a shop-a-holic, this was not his kind of store. 

Still, needs must and as the god drifts deeper into the store he is at least left curious by the many different products on offer for a commodity he had never really invested in before, pets. It was only since spending time with Anubis that he had found dogs anything but loud and alarming, hence his reason for visiting the other god’s store today. One of his dogs, Hasani, Phobetor had found himself brewing a soft side for the creature. He was tall, proud, approachable and loyal, some of the attributes he rather liks in the Egyptian god, so here is he. looking to buy Hasani a treat. 

He had considered perhaps the newest must-have pet accessory from a Paris fashion house, but that didn’t really suit Anubis, so here he is, in his odd little shop looking for something more fitting. 

As he drifts past the cages the yapping from puppies stops with little more then a glance, before his attention shifts to a row of collars, and his eyebrow arches as he lifts a rather large studded leather collar from the rack with a small hum. Babylon has a collection rather similar! Slightly different purposes. 

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He still wasn’t really all that used to seeing his kids around town a lot and it had been rather strange in his opinion seeing them. Of course, he remembered their mothers and had all the love and affection in his heart for the women in his life, it didn’t make meeting his kids any easier. He had never been an active part of their lives at all and had no intentions to start now, but he wanted them to know that if they had issues with anyone, Freyr would kick that person’s ass quickly. It had been a phase of his life that he’d rather not delve deeper into since at the time, he was more of the party boy, rather than getting into committed relationships. He still didn’t like the idea of commitment even now, rathe preferring long-term lovers.  

Nowadays, he spent most of his days at work at the host club, as one of the few gods. It had been a no brainer decision when he began working there because he needed constant affection and validation and the clientele there seemed right up his alley. He had heard that Jennie had hired another host, but they’d yet to share a shift together, so Freyr hadn’t met him yet. However, today would change that. He’d finally meet the mysterious host. Upon his arrival at the club, his gaze landed on the unfamiliar form. Oh, he’d recognize those eyes anywhere. As much as he had loved her, he had to leave. She had been probably one of the more serious relationships that Freyr allowed himself. He smiled to himself as he approached the other and sat across him.

@mpxdestin | continued from [ here ]

Felix loved the spring time. Mostly because it meant that winter was finally over and the dreaded cold was going away, but also because of the flowers and all the animals coming back from their winter naps and the sunshine and the nice, fresh outdoorsy smell after it rained. He was in an awfully good mood as he made his way home from work, holding a pretty bouquet of purple flowers he had bought from a street vendor to brighten up his apartment.

And when he had spotted Destin in the park, the idea immediately popped into his head to pluck one of the prettiest flowers from the bunch and go offer it to the other male. After all, maybe it would brighten his day, too.

kind gesture meme | accepting

When Diana had, on a whim, decided to visit Jennie at Sakura, she had not really thought much of it. Eiji and Jimin had been experimenting with some new wagashi, and they had been nice enough to give her some of the testers that had not turned out well enough to sell- still delicious, but not very pretty due to some decorating gone awry. So, she decided to bring her collection of misshapen sweets to Jennie and her employees. After all, Jennie had liked the wagashi she had given her before and it was good free advertising for the shop, she figured.

Not to mention that she was, honestly, rather curious about the host/maid club. What was a place like that even like in real life?

Well, fancy, unsurprisingly, she noted as she walked into the building. Full of lovely decor and lovelier people. She kept her head down bashfully as she made her way to Jennie and put the plate of treats where the other woman directed. When one of the hosts approached, she gestured vaguely to it, offering a slightly awkward smile. “Help yourself. They’re from a test batch, so they’re tastier than they look.” The last thing she would have expected was a kiss on the forehead and a compliment for the sweets.