It seems pointless to Furuya, at this point in the op he's as deeply entrenched in the Black Organisation as he's ever going to be, the order from Rum to investigate Kudo Shinichi is just a death sentence hanging over his head. Bourbon has just, been too suspicious for the organization to value him properly or want to fold him in to their deepest workings. No matter the precautions taken, an NOC's fate is ultimately death. Exceptions (Fucking Akai) not withstanding.
It's sad, but Furuya's life is sad. Alone, with all his most important people dead, he's thrown up walls between him and anyone he has left, for good reason. Rei knows himself well enough, he's going to crash and burn when all this is over. He'd rather implode than explode, but the walls will save protect anyone still there if he does.
Okiya Subaru asking him out on a date blindsides him. Except, that isn't what actually happens, is it? Rei reminds himself snidely.
What did happen, was perhaps worse because Okiya Subaru had specifically asked Amuro Toru on a date. A disaster, and in front of the kids, no less! At Poirot.
A trap, and he had to play nice because he was Amuro Toru and if he said no… The kids would be disappointed. He had been backed into a tidy little corner.
Rei's cheeks are still steaming just thinking about it; which is ridiculous. The way Akai- Okiya, the way Okiya had asked him out was blunt and hardly romantic, yet here he was, flustering like a greenhorn.
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Modern setting where Qi Rong is a supreme but that doesn't mean as much in the modern world. Feng Xin died a long time ago vis-a-vis shenanigans and Qi Rong doesn't not care but it's whatever, no use crying over spoilt milk
Except, one day Qi Rong fucking just finds him. Yeah, he's just chillin' and. HE CANT SEE QI RONG???!
What. The. Hell.
He dismisses the fake Feng Xin from his mind - or, he tries.
GiW capture Vladimir Plasmius, not the biggest of deals, he's escaped them before because they always underestimate him.
Not this time, however; no, this time they've come prepared.
The GiW have a hostage (either Danny or Danielle) and Vlad hesitates. He hesitates long enough to be captured, and would you look at that, the hostage actually is freed!
"We had a deal, now that he's caught, let me go." - Danny or Danielle. This absolutely floors Plasmius.
Bitter laughter, "why little badger, I never thought you'd-" cut off as he gets tased.
GiW agent removes some kind of restraint and the ghost zoomies away only to change form again, revealing themselves to be Amorpho.
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Some evils can be forgiven; particularly if the perpetrator knows not what they have done, or if the victim was at all forgiving.
Bourbon was no such sweet summer-child; he stumbled into the kitchen, vision blurred, running on four hours of sleep and knew something sacrilegious had taken place over night.
Icy blues narrowed, his gaze searching the kitchen; Bourbon found himself waking up rather quickly.
To the layman’s eye, it wasn’t immediately obvious something was amiss, but Bourbon hadn’t allowed himself to grow that lax in a long time. (ie since FUCKING Rye, may the asshole step on dozens of LEGOs while barefoot, sent him the confetti monstrosity).
The pantry door was cracked open the tiniest bit; whoever had been in his kitchen was either A) a complete moron and a terrible assassin, or B) FUCKING Rye with another terribly lame amateur prank that he needed Bourbon to notice now. Both were options a reluctantly awake Bourbon despised.
He was locked in a stare down with the pantry door; the ominous music in his head intensifying with each second that passed.
Moving with the speed of an offended rattlesnake, he struck, grabbing the door handle and exposing the pantry for all to see, then cringing back, expecting the door to be rigged.
It was not, an unexpected but pleasant surprise for Bourbon, who still found bits of confetti in odd places when at home.
If not booby trapped, then what did Rye do? Bourbon peered anxiously at the various condiments and cans; nothing immediately stood out.
“it’s too early for this shit.”
It took careful, close examination of the contents of the pantry before Bourbon noticed the jar of mayonnaise had been opened.
FUCKING Rye had tainted his mayonnaise, then not even bothered to refrigerate it? What an asshole. Bourbon decided then and there; he was going to feed Rye whatever abomination currently resided in his mayo.
A headache building between his temples, Bourbon opened the jar of mayo. Nothing happened; he brought the jar to his face for inspection.
The strong minty scent wafting upward from the open container gave Bourbon a good idea of what had happened to his mayo, a finger swirl in the sludgy substance confirmed it.
Toothpaste. Oh joy. Now to figure out how to feed this whole jar to Rye without him realizing.
