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Tucking his hair behind his ear, Roen checked the address he’d been emailed against the apartment he now stood outside of. While his job at The Haughty Vixen certainly paid well, on top of the tips that people left behind for the dancers, Roen didn’t mind some extra cash for insurances sake.

So he offered extra services for a fee.

One night stands. No strings attached.

Whether his clients turned out to be someone he knew in the day or not, none of it really mattered to Roen. He was especially good at compartmentalizing and separating his work life from his personal life. If his clients tried to bring things up outside of business, Roen has no qualms with shutting them down immediately. 

After all... they were the ones who paid for it.

Not that there was any worry about that happening with tonight’s client. He was some guy three years older than Roen that the blue haired male had never even heard the name of before.

After confirming that he was at the right place, Roen slid his phone into his bag. He’d have preferred not bringing one, but the outfit he had worn for this encounter didn’t really have anywhere for him to keep the few personal items he needed to bring. A crop top that showed off his lean stomach and sinfully short shorts paired with heeled ankle boots that just made his legs just seem to go on and on. All under an open cardigan.

He rang the doorbell.

When the door opened, Roen offered a pretty smile.

jyushi: can you eat it?

“Umm...”

osomachv:

Osomatsu always thought he was colourblind, the world is so gray and dull. There was never a single colour out there. Others could see them, but he couldn’t. However, he wasn’t alone. His brothers couldn’t see it too. All six of them thought they were just born without the ability to see anything in colour. It made life so boring, especially for the eldest himself. He couldn’t enjoy colouring as a child, cartoons weren’t as fun. No matter how much fun he had with his siblings, the colourless life was just so annoying.

His parents could see it, they always describe it to them. Their mother had given them colour coded clothing, which was funny because none of them could tell the difference. Their mother had to be the one to tell them who’s own is who’s. They’d often be wearing someone else’s clothes. However they all learned to tell the shades apart, at least the shades of gray.

They all wanted to see colours so desperately but they knew it wouldn’t be possible. They knew why. That reason was because they haven’t found their soulmate. Their true soulmate. They all thought the girl they grew up with was the one but they found out quickly that she wasn’t. She could never bring colour to their life, despite them all loving her. She wasn’t the one for them and they were heartbroken about it.

Day in and day out, they all waited. Soon they stopped caring and gave up. They had their parents tell them colours that they can’t recognize. They weren’t alone in this colourless society. Others had this too, which was kind of comforting. Some of the brothers had friends who could see them since they found their soulmate. Well only two of the brothers had friends like that. Majority of them didn’t.

Osomatsu just learned to accept this boring, gray life when he got older. He had given up on finding the one. Given up on waiting. However, he didn’t realize that he’d bound to find the person who will bring that colourful life to him.

As he was walking down the street, heading his way to meet his “girlfriends”, he had bumped into someone. He blinked when that sudden flash of colour came to him.

❝What the..❞ He rubbed his eyes then he looked around. Desperately, he grabbed onto anyone that had been around him. He apologized when there was nothing then there was one girl left. He rushed over to her ❝Oi!❞ He reached out and grabbed her wrist. It was then, he saw everything in full colour. Nothing was white, black, and gray anymore. Everyone and everything was in colour. He looked down, his jacket wasn’t a dark shade of gray, no it was red, just as how his mother told him.

He looked up at the girl, squeezing her wrist, not wanting her to yank her hand away. No he wanted to savior this moment. Who knows when he’ll ever have this moment again. Who knows when he’ll ever meet her again. He wanted to keep her here, he wanted his hand to hold her, just so the colours can stay longer. He’s never met her before yet here she was, standing before him, bringing colour to his life. His throat felt dry and so did his lips. He had given up on waiting and looking yet here he was. He was standing right in front of the girl who was his soulmate.

He gulped, trying to get the words from his brain and to his mouth. He needed to ask her name, he wanted to know who she was. He wanted to remember her name. It wasn’t just that, he wanted to also remember the colour of her hair, her eyes, her lips, her skin, and her clothes. He wanted to remember this very moment; this breath taking moment ❝..Y-Your name.. What’s your name..? Please tell me your name.❞

Kajika had been brought up in a world consisting of shades of gray, not knowing that it could be different until much later in life. It couldn’t be helped that she had not known however, her mother dying when she was but a child and her father not talking overly much about it, contributing to her lack of knowledge. There was of course the fact that she had grown up on an island with very few human inhabitants.

Even if she had not known, she had felt that something was amiss and she began to suspect that it might be the lack of colour when she did finally learn that such a thing was possible. There was no way to know for sure though, at least not until she experienced it for herself and there was no telling when that would ever happen. It seemed like it was a rare thing, to find one’s soulmate, rather than it being the norm.

Then one day things changed...

She had been walking down the street, her mind elsewhere as she daydreamed of sandy shores and rolling waves, when suddenly everything changed. Kajika had stopped dead in her tracks, eyes scanning her surroundings as she tried to determine what exactly it was she had seen and how she could catch a glimpse of it again.

Then her wrist was grabbed and her world exploded in colour - glorious, marvellous colour. What a sight it was to behold and it nearly reduced her to tears. Tearing her gaze from the beauty around her, she fixed her silver eyes on the man who had made this moment possible and brought colour into her dull mundane life. Truth be told, she didn’t think she could ever go back... not after experiencing this...

Gently she reached out to capture the man’s hand that wasn’t around her wrist and entangled their fingers, a silent affirmation that she wasn’t going anywhere. Her face lit up with a gentle smile as she looked at him, gratitude for the gift of colour he had bestowed upon her shining softly from her eyes.

puts an umbrella over the poor vampire

Send ‘Wow!’ for your muse to catch a peek at my muse’s browser history...

Send ‘It was for research!’ for my muse to catch a peek at your muse’s browser history.

As soon as he heard the words ‘wow’ and sekizan sitting at his laptop- he knew he was bound to be in trouble. 

He quickly scrambled to take the pc away, and then took a quick peep at what he was looking at- oh yeah he left that page open...whoops. He began to sweat as he quickly closed the page and closed the laptop screen shut.

Send 🌹 to give roses to my muse.

Send Reverse 🌹 to receive roses.

Rizzo’s face turned bright red, his glasses even fogged up just enough to make them look like faded glass, but not enough to hide his shocked eyes.

He wasn’t used to being given flowers, it was surprising for sure. He took them and put them to his face, taking in the smell of the flowers to the point of almost snorting them.

Yet Another Munday Meme Send me a symbol and I’ll answer ooc

♬ - Do you listen to music when you write? If yes, what kind of music?

✒ - Do you have a preference when it comes to gender regarding your muses?

1) It depends what I am writing. if it’s like a simple reply post I’ll just listen to whatever like AJR or Oh wonder, but if its a long post or something i have to really think in detail about I usually listen to the Seduce Me the Otome soundtrack.

send me ✖ for a random kiss.

22. hair kiss

Rizzo was becoming pretty close friends with the rugby player, which wasn’t unusual, Rizzo was a pretty friendly guy despite his past teaching him to have some walls up. His feet traveled into the locker room of the rugby court, watching to see if he could find Sekizan, surprisingly enough it was sometimes hard to find the six foot high beefy of a dude, but then again he wasn’t the only six foot high beefy dude in the joint so it wasn’t that surprising.

His eyes spotted the crimson red-head after a short while, and he ran to him, jumping up onto one of the benches to stand a little taller than the guy.

“Hey Seki~” Rizzo put his hands to his hip, standing proud of himself to see eye level with the player, for once. “I hear you guys are going against a hard team, thought I should give you some hopeful words!”

Rizzo cleared his throat, and put a hand to his own chest.

“Dude of dudes, the dude who can crush skulls with his own damn thighs, you shall be champion of these foul people because...You are awesome as fuck and also the friend of Rizzo Bianchi, and he won’t stand for it if you lose.”

He paused after his short speech, smiling widely to Sekizan with a look of sensitivity and pride in his friend. He leaned forward to the player, putting his lips against the players hair and giving it a small kiss, letting it linger for awhile. He jumped back and smiled once more.