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↳ @woolspun​ sent: rumi would you have a threesome with me and the chicken boy? i bet we could spit roast him : )

“ the fuck?— ” rumi sputters, disbelief evident in her expression ( etsu was really popping the fuck off with these curveballs tonight ) “ —i mean . . . — ” the rabbit hero stares off into the distance, lips pursed as she reflects on the bomb etsu dropped “ —i’d be down, no cap. i bet he’d look really pretty chokin’ on yer strap. he has a face pretty enough to sit on, too. ”

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↳ @woolspun​ sent: okay rumi. would you rather sleep with me, your big soft tiddie gf. or. or. or. mister orca man with the two dicks?

“ wow yer askin’ some really inch-a-restin’ questions tonight, peaches. what brought this on, huh? didya drink too much with featherbrain?— ” rumi muses with an upturned brow, surveying her girlfriend with a critical eye to assess for any damage or alcohol consumption  “ —t’keep things spicy, i’m gonna answer under the assumption that it’d be a one off thing. i’d fuck gang orca for the hell of it. it’d be an . . . experience since it’s only speculation that he’s packin’ two dongs. ”

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↳ anonymous sent: Miss.. Miss Miruko! Can.. C-Can you sign my backpack, please?

“ hey kid! i’d be more than happy to sign that for ya!— ” she uncaps the marker offered to her, brow furrowed in concentration as she scrawls over the canvas material of her fan’s backpack “ —there ya go. i gotta head back to patrol, but it was nice meetin’ ya! ”

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↳ anonymous sent: the public wants to know, rate your latest sexual encounter : )

cw: alcohol, masturbation, lots of crying, lots of angst, introspection.

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↳ @aoihxno​ said: “ i’m not going anywhere. ”

though their paths may cross in the dark and dank alleyways of japan, dabi was a creature who knew how to hide well, and if he wanted to remain that way, there really wasn’t away for her to unearth his whereabouts. it’s been weeks since their last contact, and as she loathes to admit it, rumi was in dire need of social interaction. many of her clients preferred encrypted messages to the physical meetings dabi and the league seemed to prefer. it had bothered her before, but now she looked forward to the minutes spent exchanging information ( she could  even admit she looked forward to the burnt fucker’s callous hands on her touch starved ass ) but their transactions came fewer and farther in between, an indication that something big was about to happen, though she was none the wiser as to what it was. so color her surprised to find the man in question lurking around her haunt. with a scoff, she approaches him, eyebrows raised in a silent demand as to why he was here ( to no one’s surprise, he has nothing to say ) rolling her eyes, she steps around him and opens her hideaway, leaving the door unlocked should he choose to follow her in. when the door closes and locks behind her, rumi prepares for a fight, immediately jumping to the conclusion that the dark haired man was here to tie any loose ends. with a wry smile, rumi looks at him from over her shoulder. “ ya here to make sure i keep my mouth shut, huh, dabi? a little dramatic, if ya ask me. i can’t keep my mouth shut, it’s how i run my business— ” rumi sneers, turning to face him fully, hurt lacing her words from being left high and dry “ —ya coulda said somethin’ instead of it comin’ down to this. us tryna kill each other, ‘cuz i’m not ‘bout to make this easy for ya!— ” his admission catches her off guard, surprise phasing into her expression as she drops her guard ( perhaps she had been more transparent that she thought. was it easy to tell she maybe, sorta, kinda missed him? ) “ —that’s what they all say, dabi. i really don’t expect anything from you. ” ( a boldfaced lie if she ever heard one. not that he’ll ever know ) 

     worrying about her ?       …      in a way, yes, or so blake supposes.       ru… ahem. MISS MIRUKO is a strong, self-assured woman who can EASILY fend for herself. despite the casual friendliness in her interactions with him, the woman is likely very well-aware of how the commission would act ( would ? will, since she’s daring to splurge on THEIR dime ) in such a situation.      ❝ beige wallpaper ?      what’s wrong with that ? i find beige to be a rather calming color. ❞

     surprisingly, he allows her to use him as a living clothes rack, his arms easily holding up the heaps of fabric she’s thrown his way. golden eyes flick from her face to the amount of stuff rumi apparently wants him to try on.      ❝ these will still have to be tailored.      or i’ll have to cut the slits in the back to be bigger, later. ❞      blake’s wings, always kept so tightly curled around him or pressed to his back, twitch in the slightest as if to remind his companion that they exist. such useless things, the wings. they’re only good for being an inconvenience now. he hasn’t flown in over ten years. the commission trained him to keep them close, OUT OF THE WAY.       though he muses that they have their own unique uses, such as that time they functioning as an umbrella for his last handler. they hadn’t been very receptive of his thoughtfulness.      pausing at where the fitting rooms lie, the taller halts and gives a… painfully unsure glance back towards where rumi stands, waiting. the look flips into something annoyed as she refers to him as a lapdog.      ❝ …      try not to refer to me in such a manner, miss miruko. ❞      there’s no ‘ please ‘ or ‘ thank you ‘ thrown into the sentence, but it’s clear from the vulture’s tone that he’d be thankful if she remembered that. he didn’t need reminded of his position. without another word, blake turns and disappears into a fitting room. but not without first shuffling his wings, a stray feather falling to the floor to hold his place.

“ i guess it’s a backhanded compliment. it really means that yer easy to overlook because ya just blend into the scenery. which is a pity since ya have such a nice face. ya really have come a long way compared to the basket case the commission left on my doorstep— ” the breath she expels could only be considered dramatic. more so emphasized with the slight shake of her head and a hand touching the apple of her cheek. with a wave of her hand, rumi dispels the illusion of a pining lady, a cheeky grin replacing her pout as she tugs at the material she’s shoved into blake’s arms. “ —don’t worry about it, we can get one of our in house designers to fix ‘em right up. yer wasting daylight arguin’ with me. y’really should know better by now that it’s my way or the highway whenever things concern ya— ” with a roll of her eyes, rumi grabs the curtains, tugging them closed for his privacy. she ignores the lip service he gives her, choosing not to rise to the bait ( as she is prone to do ) the dumb bird acts as if he wasn’t the one who called himself a lapdog on the daily. “ —yer words not mine, if ya wanna talk semantics, blake. but if it grinds yer gears, i’ll do ya a solid, deal? after all the lip flappin’ y’been doin’, have ya finally tried somethin’ on yet, birdie? ”

     wiggle fingers.      WIGGLE FINGERS.

     FUCKING WIGGLE FINGERS.

     ❝ d-don’t move your fingers like that. ❞      there’s a hiss-like quality to his voice as his pupils narrow into slits, locking onto the rapidly-moving digits that only seem to move closer and closer with each passing second. come only closer and they’re going to be bitten for sure.      ❝ i think the only reason you’d watch n-nat geo is for the spring special with the rabbits– ❞

“ oh?— ” perhaps she shouldn’t have sounded as breathless as she did, but the laughter bubbling in the back of her throat would ruin whatever little game of cat and mouse at play here ( rumi played to fucking win, no matter how stupid or childish the game may be ) she bites down on her bottom lip, teeth gnawing at her flesh as she stifles her snort at blake’s comical distress. there was a likely chance he’d retaliate in some way, but that’s only if he got the best of her  ( he won’t ) “ —i didn’t know ‘bout that. are ya tryna tell me somethin’, big guy? you interested? ”