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9 September 2022
Hello, I’m Ny! I’m pretty easy-going, so not much to add in here. (subject to change naturally!) I’m open to more or less a
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You first met Blitzo in jail/prison. What did you do to be sent their?
Moxxie shifted awkwardly and cleared his throat.
“I'd really rather not get into the whole thing.” He frowned. “Let's just say my family situation was… complicated, and I got caught up in things I never really wanted any part of.”
Kohaku watched her carefully as she sat down, his eyes lingering on the expression she wore. There had been something in her face when he'd asked if they knew each other. Something that looked almost like pain. He didn't understand it, but for reasons he couldn't explain, he also didn't feel threatened by it. Slowly, the tension in his shoulders eased, and his hand finally fell away from his weapon entirely.
"Yes, of course." He gave a small nod, settling himself nearby, though still leaving a respectful distance between them. "Pleased to meet you, Miss Sango."
A faint smile crossed his face—gentle and a little awkward.
"I'm Kohaku, a Demon Slayer." His eyes moved over the familiar armor and attire she wore, studying it for a moment before looking back at her. "Same as you, based on your clothes."
There was a pause.
"Though," he added quietly, tilting his head, "you looked disappointed when I said I didn't know you."
He wasn't accusing her. If anything, his voice held concern.
Morning came, the trio still asleep on the couch. Loona held Tamara to her chest, while the mute hellhound held Krix like a stuff animal. She nuzzled the top of his with sleepy whimpers.
His eyes cracked open, immediately squinting at the morning light.
"…ugh…" He tried to roll over. Nothing happened and a confused frown crossed his face.
He looked down. Looked at Tamara's arms. Looked at himself. And then the skater Imp slowly blinked.
"Why am I being held hostage?" The imp attempted to wriggle free, squirming like a cat being removed from a warm blanket.
"Mrrph—"
Tamara's sleepy nuzzle to the top of his head only made him freeze for a second in confusion.
"…T." Another wiggle. "T, you're cuddling me." More wriggling. "This is weird."
Despite his words, there wasn't much force behind his attempts to escape. Mostly because his head still felt like it had been used as a drum during a rock concert and he let out a groan.
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Hawks looked down at the bowls Kari was carrying and then at Hiro sitting proudly beside her.
The dog's expression practically screamed I helped.
"I can see that," Hawks said, fighting back a grin. "Guy picked one bowl and now he's acting like he furnished the whole house." At the mention of the bandanas, his eyes drifted to the red plaid one.
"Not gonna lie, big guy." He pointed at Hiro. "Solid choice.” Then Hawks' attention shifted back to Kari when she mentioned being drained. The Pro Hero’s smile softened immediately.
"Yeah. I figured." His hand settled briefly on top of her head, ruffling her hair gently. "You've had a pretty big couple of days."
Aquarium.
Koji.
The crying.
Finding Hiro.
That was a lot for anybody, let alone a kid.
"So don't worry about carrying the heavy stuff." He reached over and took the bowls from her before nodding toward the food aisle. "I've got the food."
His gaze moved between the two of them.
One excited kid.
One giant fluffy guardian already watching her like it was his full-time job.
And something warm settled in his chest.
"Alright, team." He grabbed a shopping basket and hooked it onto his arm.
"Let's go find the biggest bag of dog food in the store before somebody decides we also need matching jackets." He gave Kari a pointed look.
“ (ɔ ˘⌣˘)˘⌣˘ c) “ to snuggle with my muse (from Vass) :)
[Vassago]
The parrot had impulsively straddled onto Stolas’ lap as he sat in a chair, an expression of mirthful challenge defiantly on his beak. He didn’t seem to be expecting Stolas to wrap his arms tightly around him and cling as if he was a man drowning. Nothing more than an embrace, his cheek resting on the man’s shoulder. Holding him close and breathing a deep, relaxed sigh.
Vassago froze for a moment, the smug little glint he'd worn melting from his face almost instantly. His feathers gave a faint rustle as he shifted, one hand coming up to rest lightly against Stolas' back.
"Oh."
The parrot Prince's expression softened as he tilted his head against Stolas' for a moment, holding still rather than pulling away.
"Querido…" (Dear) he murmured, voice gentler than usual. "Are you alright?" His fingers slowly traced soothing circles between Stolas' shoulders. "Do you need anything? To talk? To sit in silence?" A tiny smile tugged at his beak, softer than teasing. "Or am I simply being used as a very handsome emotional support bird today?"
Shikamaru blinked at the question, the kiss on his cheek catching him pleasantly off guard. For once, he looked a little less smug and a little more genuine.
“Tch… troublesome question.”
He reached up and flicked Naruto lightly on the forehead before letting his hand linger against the side of his face. “But since you asked…” A small smile tugged at his lips. “I want you, idiot. Not just the loud, ramen-obsessed knucklehead everyone sees. All of it.” His fingers slid down to lace with Naruto's.
“I want to be the person you come home to after a bad day. The person you can lean on when things get heavy. Someone who gets to make you laugh when you're taking the world too seriously.” His eyes softened. “And yeah, I want all the good stuff too. The dates, the teasing, the kisses you keep sneaking when I'm not expecting them.”
Then the smirk returned.
“Though if we're talking long-term, I definitely want front-row seats when you're old and gray and still picking fights with people twice your size.” He squeezed Naruto's hand. “I figure it'll be my job to keep you out of trouble. Or at least make sure I get into it with you.”
Sango had not realized how tense she was until she spotted Kohaku approaching along the path. The knot in her chest loosened immediately, and whether or not it should have was yet to be seen.
A small smile found its way onto her face, mixed with concern. “It is good to see you.”Simple words, but she meant them more than most.
Kohaku's hand instinctively drifted toward the hilt of his weapon, fingers brushing against it without drawing. Years of traveling and fighting had made caution feel natural, especially when someone approached him with familiarity he couldn't return. His eyes narrowed slightly as he studied her face, searching through memories that refused to come together.
There was something about her… something just out of reach.
He hesitated.
"You…" His brow furrowed before he gave a small, uncertain shake of his head. "I'm sorry…" His grip eased, though his hand remained close to his weapon. "Do I know you?"
The concern in her eyes unsettled him more than a stranger's hostility would have. People did not look at him like that unless there was a reason.
And somehow, he felt as though he should remember.
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"Yeah? Well, joke's on them." He glanced down at her curled against his side and nudged one of her horns lightly with a claw.
"We're both freaks down here."
The words should've sounded harsh, but somehow they didn't.
"Look at us. You're a Nephilim. I'm a dead Exorcist turned giant sheep-looking sinner." He gestured vaguely at himself. "Not exactly the poster children for normal." A crooked grin pulled at his lips. "But normal's overrated. Most of the 'normal' people in Heaven were judgmental assholes anyway."
Adam took another sip before resting his head against the back of the couch.
"And for the record, Dove? You always were a freak."
Kohaku froze for a moment when Sango pulled him into the hug.
At her words, his throat tightened.
For a brief moment, he wasn't the man he'd become. He was just her little brother again.
"Sango…" His voice came out quieter than intended.
When she ruffled his hair, he let out a small groan of protest, though he leaned into the affection anyway. "You always do that." A faint smile tugged at his lips.
But the mention of their father made his eyes soften. "I hope you're right." He looked down at his hands for a moment. "There are times I still wonder if he'd recognize me now." A warmer smile appeared. "He'd probably tell me to stop doubting myself."
As Kari disappeared to check on Core, Kohaku watched her go before turning back to his sister. When she complimented how he handled Core's stubbornness, he let out a breath through his nose. "Some days I think I'm doing alright." A small chuckle escaped him. "And some days I spend an hour convincing him not to carry something that weighs more than he does."
His eyes softened again.
"But he's worth the trouble." There wasn't even a hint of hesitation in his voice. "He always will be."
At the mention of training, Kohaku nodded. "We do train together when we can. Though lately I've mostly been making sure he doesn't train while injured. Before all this happened, we sparred fairly often. He's clever. Sometimes too clever." There was clear admiration in his voice.
"He thinks differently than most people I've fought beside."
Then Sango's question caught him off guard.
If you do have kids…
His ears immediately turned red.
"Sango."
The embarrassed warning in his voice made it obvious she had struck a sensitive topic.
"We don't even have children." Kohaku rubbed the back of his neck. After a moment, however, he actually considered the question and his expression grew thoughtful.
"If we ever did…" He glanced toward the room Core had gone into. "I'd want them to know how to protect themselves."
His answer came easily after that.
"Not because I want them to become demon slayers, but because this world can be dangerous." He folded his arms loosely. "I'd teach them enough to survive. Enough to defend themselves and the people they care about."
A small smile appeared.
"After that, the choice would be theirs." His gaze returned to Sango. "If they wanted to become demon slayers, I'd support them."
Then he chuckled.
"And if they wanted to bake buns with Core instead, I'd support that too."
Moxxie, your boss needs help! Ever since he's seen a picture of the Trjan Horse Popcorn Holder for the upcoming The Odessey film. He's gone nuts in his attempts to get one!
“Okay, first off, he’s not just my boss, he’s my friend,” Moxxie said flatly, already rubbing the bridge of his nose. “There’s a difference, and I’d appreciate it if people stopped acting like I’m chained to a desk somewhere.” He let out a small sigh, processing what he’d just heard.
“You’re telling me he’s currently losing his mind over a Trojan Horse popcorn holder? That…that actually sounds exactly like him. I guess I'll see if he needs any help.”
Let's hope you can lend a hand. Already, he's making plans to use a portal to come to Earth, break into a Cinemark theatre and steal two boxes full of them!
Sorry if I sounded like you just an employee of Blitz's. It's just, sometimes he doesn't really treat you like a friend.
Moxxie’s expression shifted immediately from annoyed to concerned.
“Okay...no. No, no, no. That is not happening.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, already picturing the disaster. “He’s not stepping foot on Earth, he’s not breaking into a Cinemark, and he is absolutely not stealing anything while I’m alive to hear about it.”
Then he sighed, the frustration softening a little at the second part.
“And for the record… I know how Blitzø can be. But that doesn’t mean I’m not his friend. It just means he’s… Blitzø. Complicated, loud, emotionally stunted Blitzø.” He crossed his arms again, this time more thoughtfully.
“Still. Thanks for telling me. I’ll handle it before he turns a popcorn gimmick into an interdimensional incident.”
Send 'spooning' to cuddle up behind my muse in bed: Accepting!
Andrealphus sighed in contentment as he felt the warmth press against his back, spreading throughout his body as a pair of arms wrapped around his middle.
"About time you came to bed," he said sleepily, pressing back against Vassago's front before settling into his arms.
Vassago let out a soft, guilty hum as he tightened his arms around Andrealphus, drawing him closer against his chest. His beak brushed the side of his neck before he gave the feathers there a gentle nip, one hand smoothing back his hair affectionately.
"I know, mi amor. I'm sorry." His voice was warm and tired. "The meetings dragged on far longer than they should have. Every time I thought I was free, someone had one more thing to discuss." He pressed a kiss against his neck, lingering there.
"Forgive me?" he murmured, combing his fingers through Andrealphus's hair. "And thank you for leaving the space heater on. I think you know me entirely too well."
With a small chuckle, he tucked his chin against the peacock's shoulder.
"I'm here now. And I'm not going anywhere tonight."
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Gabe happily strings cotton candy air fresheners around Lu's place so he will know he's not alone. He even remade one of the backflipping duck models to backflip and spray the scent too. :)
