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[Vanitas' eyes eat up the view. He liked Oushi's body since the first time he saw it, inwardly cringing as he recalls asking him if he played sports in lieu of an actual compliment when they were perfect strangers. How embarrassing.
And now, he's seen Oushi's body a handful of times, and each time he does appear to be more and more toned. As perceptive as Vanitas is about his surroundings it would be impossible for him not to notice Oushi's progress even if he has no idea what motivates it. Though, he will complain later and accuse him of trying to seek attention or something equally as accusatory and rage-baity. But at least he behaves himself when there are other people around, sighing as Oushi lies down and hides under the modesty cover.
Vanitas ends up closing his eyes in response to the massage. It helps if he pretends the hands on him don't belong to strangers, but it takes a lot of effort to force himself not to think about it. His eyes only open when he feels Oushi's hand reach for his. Is it petty to be glad that he wasn't the one to seek his out first? He laces their fingers together silently. His eyes close again until he hears Oushi moan like a whore in heat and he responds with an abrupt laugh. His masseuse doesn't seem to find it funny, and pushes down hard against the backs of his hips near the base of his spine causing Vanitas to hiss then whimper. How does something hurt and feel so good all at once.
This is Satan's work.]
Augh.
And now, he's seen Oushi's body a handful of times, and each time he does appear to be more and more toned. As perceptive as Vanitas is about his surroundings it would be impossible for him not to notice Oushi's progress even if he has no idea what motivates it. Though, he will complain later and accuse him of trying to seek attention or something equally as accusatory and rage-baity. But at least he behaves himself when there are other people around, sighing as Oushi lies down and hides under the modesty cover.
Vanitas ends up closing his eyes in response to the massage. It helps if he pretends the hands on him don't belong to strangers, but it takes a lot of effort to force himself not to think about it. His eyes only open when he feels Oushi's hand reach for his. Is it petty to be glad that he wasn't the one to seek his out first? He laces their fingers together silently. His eyes close again until he hears Oushi moan like a whore in heat and he responds with an abrupt laugh. His masseuse doesn't seem to find it funny, and pushes down hard against the backs of his hips near the base of his spine causing Vanitas to hiss then whimper. How does something hurt and feel so good all at once.
This is Satan's work.]
Augh.
Is that a request? Then...
😀
I suppose this is the only way to give you that private concert.
😀
I suppose this is the only way to give you that private concert.
[ despite henry's easy acquiescence, there is still a hint of hesitation in oushi's actions as he slowly lowers himself back down on the boulder he'd been previously perched on. it's wide enough that henry could feasibly sit beside him on it — and, certainly, oushi takes care to shift to the side just enough that he wordlessly makes that offer — but given the other man's... breadth, it would be a snug fit. is it a little diabolical of oushi to leave it entirely up to the other man to make the choice for himself? yes, yes it is. ]
Not really unusual, [ he shrugs one shoulder, ] I just didn't really think it through... It feels like it would've been more polite to take you somewhere more comfortable?
[ but "comfort" is apparently quite subjective, especially if these type of environments were far more familiar to henry than, say, a cushioned bench. oushi's glad his presumptions were right. ]
Do you want to start? Show me your watch, and I'll show you where the settings are.
Not really unusual, [ he shrugs one shoulder, ] I just didn't really think it through... It feels like it would've been more polite to take you somewhere more comfortable?
[ but "comfort" is apparently quite subjective, especially if these type of environments were far more familiar to henry than, say, a cushioned bench. oushi's glad his presumptions were right. ]
Do you want to start? Show me your watch, and I'll show you where the settings are.
Yeah, follow me.
[ despite saying that, he actually waits to make sure they both head in together. a hostess greets them, because that's just the kind of fancy place the gilded cage is, and though she might give oushi's outfit a brief, disapproving look, she doesn't hesitate to seat them.
she takes them to a cozy little booth towards the side, closer to the kitchen. a waiter floats by not too long after to take their drink orders and leave them with a menu, and it's not until they're fully left alone that oushi turns to yato, expression searching. ]
So. How does being a god work where you're from?
[ oh, okay, just heading straight to it— ]
[ despite saying that, he actually waits to make sure they both head in together. a hostess greets them, because that's just the kind of fancy place the gilded cage is, and though she might give oushi's outfit a brief, disapproving look, she doesn't hesitate to seat them.
she takes them to a cozy little booth towards the side, closer to the kitchen. a waiter floats by not too long after to take their drink orders and leave them with a menu, and it's not until they're fully left alone that oushi turns to yato, expression searching. ]
So. How does being a god work where you're from?
[ oh, okay, just heading straight to it— ]
dorothea
you're a really brave person, aren't you?
[ ah, what is he saying... one would think, because this is all through text, he'd have much more of a filter. alas. ]
i know you probably don't need me to tell you that...
but it still felt important to say
i appreciate your advice
[ even if, in the end, all she really said was how she would do things, and not necessarily advising him on how he should move forward. ]
you've given me a lot to think about
part of why i put so much effort in the gym is because i want to feel like i could defend myself if i had to, or protect other people here, if they needed it
but i think... maybe instead of focusing so much on strengthening my body, i should maybe work on strengthening other parts of myself first
you're a really brave person, aren't you?
[ ah, what is he saying... one would think, because this is all through text, he'd have much more of a filter. alas. ]
i know you probably don't need me to tell you that...
but it still felt important to say
i appreciate your advice
[ even if, in the end, all she really said was how she would do things, and not necessarily advising him on how he should move forward. ]
you've given me a lot to think about
part of why i put so much effort in the gym is because i want to feel like i could defend myself if i had to, or protect other people here, if they needed it
but i think... maybe instead of focusing so much on strengthening my body, i should maybe work on strengthening other parts of myself first
[ well that's just mincing words, isn't it? what is a vigilante, if not someone whose heart of gold is just a little more selective.................. ]
yeah, obviously, if they're a suspicious person they're not gonna be some boy scout
[ then again, bakugou himself doesn't exactly scream "role model," does he? ]
was he from your world?
yeah, obviously, if they're a suspicious person they're not gonna be some boy scout
[ then again, bakugou himself doesn't exactly scream "role model," does he? ]
was he from your world?
[ If they were in person, she'd laugh. Her, brave? That's so ridiculous. She feels as if she spends too much of her time worrying about the consequences of things, of what will happen to her if she can't find stability. Or, worse, if she simply dies on the battlefield. There's nothing especially courageous about her at all. ]
It's funny. I don't think that way at all.
I was pretty unhappy about the war. I hated fighting.
I was probably really frustrating to be around!
It's nice of you to say it, is what I mean.
[ She thinks her friends back home would disagree entirely but...well, if she twists it, she can maybe believe it's more that she's lucky to have people, and she can be grateful for that. ]
I think it's more important to strengthen the things that are important to you rather than to push yourself towards something that might not be what you want.
Don't get me wrong; having a healthy and fit body is good too!
But I think it's just as important to make yourself happy as it is to make others happy.
It's funny. I don't think that way at all.
I was pretty unhappy about the war. I hated fighting.
I was probably really frustrating to be around!
It's nice of you to say it, is what I mean.
[ She thinks her friends back home would disagree entirely but...well, if she twists it, she can maybe believe it's more that she's lucky to have people, and she can be grateful for that. ]
I think it's more important to strengthen the things that are important to you rather than to push yourself towards something that might not be what you want.
Don't get me wrong; having a healthy and fit body is good too!
But I think it's just as important to make yourself happy as it is to make others happy.
It depends on their other interests. I've built fireflies and dragonflies before... music boxes, flowers, birds... cuckoo clocks. A pair of cufflinks, recently, although of course those only work if the recipient is inclined to wear shirtsleeves, which so many here aren't. Would they prefer something functional or something aesthetically lovely?
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