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[ask-jiro-kirisaki]

It was a stark contrast from what most people saw, but to be fair, they were usually seen on the job.

And this matter had nothing to do with work.

It wasn't a doctor and his assistant, but two young men, very much in love, discussing the mundane.

"What I want to do..." He trails off, giving the question some thought.

Yuri's massage was doing wonders for his stiff hands, no doubt from all of the hard work they've put in lately. It's pleasingly distracting, but in a way gives him focus. There were plenty of things he'd love to do with Yuri.

"Visiting a botanical garden sounds nice. Maybe an aquarium? There's something serene about watching fish in a pond, so that's probaly similar."

He feels like he's rambling, but Yuri seems to be listening intently.

"I've been curious about movie theatres as well. What is it about them that's more appealing to people than just watching it at home?"

He nuzzles against the slight mess of teal hair. "Not one hundred percent sure about that one."

He falls silent for a moment. If Yuri listened close enough, he could hear the wheels turning in his head.

"What about you, Yuri? What kind of things do you like to do off-campus?"

It's during a rare quiet moment as the pair relaxes together that the subject comes up: "Until I came here, I had no idea just how much I didn't know about." Jiro thought himself to be pretty well educated - and he was, compared to the others in the secluded area. He had always preferred scholarly pursuits, and taught himself most of what he relies on now. But there are a great many things he didn't know about the world as a whole: Holidays, modern traditions, leisurely pursuits... He didn't even know that you speak when your name is called during attendance. What others likely saw as Yuri pushing more onto his plate was, to him, a wonderfully engaging lesson. Coordinated costumes on Halloween. Cutting down and decorating a tree for Christmas. If Yuri was willing to keep pulling him into these sorts of things, he'd gladly follow - even if they weren't practically glued at the hip. "Ever since our museum date, I've been wondering what most people do out in the city." Jiro's book had long since been discarded, favoring whatever it was that Yuri was mindlessly watching - probably some way to entertain himself while giving his poor mind a rest. "To be clear, I'm not saying we need to do those things. I've been thinking that I should try to understand the world around me a bit more - especially if we're going to be setting up shop out there after we graduate." In spite of the questions, he was still relaxed and content. He isn't troubled by his lack of knowledge in the least. It all came up from simple curiosity. And his beloved Yuri was the best teacher he could ever ask for. @ask-jiro-kirisaki

Yuri was sleepily curled up against Jiro, idly massaging Jiro's hands. He wishes vaguely that his boyfriend's hands didn't crack so noisily every time he did this, but there was something almost therapeutic about the sound as well. He hums at Jiro's suggestion, and nods vaguely, "No, we should. Every activity, no matter how small or unimportant it may seem, is another gateway to the world and a way to make our own place in it."

It was also another opportunity to spend more time with Jiro. And to teach him things; every time Jiro learns something new, his face lights up and his eyes sparkle just a little brighter.

"Did you have a specific activity in mind to try out, Jiro?"

[ask-jiro-kirisaki]

His smile is fond, delighting in the praise she showered him with. He did his best to be there for her, and he's very happy to see that his efforts have borne fruit. Of course, he has no intention of letting up. The girl leaning on his shoulder was perhaps one of the most important people in his life - certainly the most precious. "The pretty arts?" He wonders for a moment, but it isn't long before he recalls the itinerary. "Right. The street art." While his response came out a little flat, he was no less enthused and curious. But having been so close, Alli would easily recognize that. "Sorry. I'd nearly forgotten." No sooner had she asked to be carried, Jiro picked her up with ease, opting for a bridal carry. She could see where they were going, and she could keep snuggling close to him. It was ideal. The raven-haired man picks a direction and begins walking, only taking a few steps before he's hit with another realization. "I'm not sure where it is." He looks around, clutching her just a little tighter to his chest, just because he can. "Just tell me where to go and I'll get us there."

Jiro!! u redy for the best date everr???

Alli sent her text, waiting in the Mortkranken lobby. She had showed up half an hour early- later than she wanted to due to some last-minute Jabberwock work. At least the little incident would make for good conversation.

She was intently checking through the schedule she made like it was the most important document she's ever had to check. At this moment, it was. Burning every detail into her brain one last time, she folded up the small piece of paper and tucked it into her black thigh-high stockings which fit just a bit too tightly along with the rest of her outfit. Alli had showed up in a crimson velvet bodycon dress with slit exploded her entire left thigh. A dress that was perhaps a bit too dressy for a science museum... but when has she ever cared about being too dressy?

Alli adjusted her long sheer black gloves before flicking open her phone and checking her hair one last time. She had tried to calm her messy hair the best she could for the occasion, pulling most of her hair back into a low ponytail that rested on her left shoulder, but her poofy fringe still stuck out like fireworks. The girl had even tried to do her makeup a little differently by using a smokey brown color for her eyeshadow instead of the usual black. But of course, her hazel eyes were still tightly lined in a dark black.

She fidgeted with the ruffles on her dress slit as she bounced her leg, causing her black high heels to click on the floor. She totally was too dressed up... wasn't she? Alli sighed and closed her phone before hooking it on one of the chains around her waist. In the meantime, she'd occupy herself with counting the number tiles on the floor.

Jiro had just sat down with Yuri when his phone buzzes in his pocket. He holds his arm steady for the doctor as he reads the brief message.

It's a bit awkward, but he types with his non-dominant hand:

"Just finishing up treatment. I'll be there shortly."

*********************************************

It's not long after that he emerges from the lab and into the lounge where Alli was waiting. He was dressed a little nicer than usual - as advised by his captain. The dark coat and turtleneck covered his scars with ease, though he still kept the face mask on his chin - ready for when they arrived in more crowded conditions.

Jiro is left in a momentary daze as he takes in the sight of his girlfriend. She was dressed up nicely, but it was still very much her style. His eyes couldn't help but trace along the exposed skin at the slit of the dress. It danced somewhere on the border of elegant and sexy.

When he finds his voice again he compliments, "You look amazing, love. I was wondering what you had in mind, but this is beyond my expectations." The smile plastered on his face sang of his approval.

He could make a comment about how uncomfortable her shoes might become, but that would just open up an opportunity for him to carry her around. He liked the idea of holding her close to him, much like a child would hug their favorite stuffed animal.

He extends his hand to her. "To answer your earlier question, I am indeed ready for the best date ever."

His expression softens as a tinge of pink dusts his cheeks. "I'm lucky to have the most beautiful tour guide to take me on such an experience."

[ask-jiro-kirisaki]

"Oh?" So she came from the city. He never would've expected that with how well she works with all kinds of creatures. "I never pegged you as a city girl. There's nothing wrong with that of course. Just an observation."

His next statement covers so many things he had never done in his life. "I suppose it would be accurate to call me sheltered? I come from a small community - middle of nowhere kind of place. Very secluded." There's perhaps a but more to it, but his subconcious mind warns against digging deeper.

"But I love discovering new things. If there's somewhere you want to go, or something you want to try, I'll gladly follow. If I can't participate somehow, I'll still accompany you. Part of learning is observation."

He takes a sip of the delicious broth before he confesses in a hushed tone, "I always enjoy watching you. You're so cute and lively. You could be doing something as mundane as writing. Even then, it's hard to take my eyes off of you."

A light, breathy laugh escapes him. There's so much more he could say, but it feels redundant at this point.

Jiro!! u redy for the best date everr???

Alli sent her text, waiting in the Mortkranken lobby. She had showed up half an hour early- later than she wanted to due to some last-minute Jabberwock work. At least the little incident would make for good conversation.

She was intently checking through the schedule she made like it was the most important document she's ever had to check. At this moment, it was. Burning every detail into her brain one last time, she folded up the small piece of paper and tucked it into her black thigh-high stockings which fit just a bit too tightly along with the rest of her outfit. Alli had showed up in a crimson velvet bodycon dress with slit exploded her entire left thigh. A dress that was perhaps a bit too dressy for a science museum... but when has she ever cared about being too dressy?

Alli adjusted her long sheer black gloves before flicking open her phone and checking her hair one last time. She had tried to calm her messy hair the best she could for the occasion, pulling most of her hair back into a low ponytail that rested on her left shoulder, but her poofy fringe still stuck out like fireworks. The girl had even tried to do her makeup a little differently by using a smokey brown color for her eyeshadow instead of the usual black. But of course, her hazel eyes were still tightly lined in a dark black.

She fidgeted with the ruffles on her dress slit as she bounced her leg, causing her black high heels to click on the floor. She totally was too dressed up... wasn't she? Alli sighed and closed her phone before hooking it on one of the chains around her waist. In the meantime, she'd occupy herself with counting the number tiles on the floor.

Jiro had just sat down with Yuri when his phone buzzes in his pocket. He holds his arm steady for the doctor as he reads the brief message.

It's a bit awkward, but he types with his non-dominant hand:

"Just finishing up treatment. I'll be there shortly."

*********************************************

It's not long after that he emerges from the lab and into the lounge where Alli was waiting. He was dressed a little nicer than usual - as advised by his captain. The dark coat and turtleneck covered his scars with ease, though he still kept the face mask on his chin - ready for when they arrived in more crowded conditions.

Jiro is left in a momentary daze as he takes in the sight of his girlfriend. She was dressed up nicely, but it was still very much her style. His eyes couldn't help but trace along the exposed skin at the slit of the dress. It danced somewhere on the border of elegant and sexy.

When he finds his voice again he compliments, "You look amazing, love. I was wondering what you had in mind, but this is beyond my expectations." The smile plastered on his face sang of his approval.

He could make a comment about how uncomfortable her shoes might become, but that would just open up an opportunity for him to carry her around. He liked the idea of holding her close to him, much like a child would hug their favorite stuffed animal.

He extends his hand to her. "To answer your earlier question, I am indeed ready for the best date ever."

His expression softens as a tinge of pink dusts his cheeks. "I'm lucky to have the most beautiful tour guide to take me on such an experience."

[ask-jiro-kirisaki]

Jiro melts against Yuri's touch, the light scratching against his scalp bringing pleasant tingles down his spine. He listens contentedly as his future husband lists the itinerary of inevitability.

And he just loves the idea.

"I've never been one to believe in premonition, and I still don't. But your dream has been quite the inspiration." A light chuckle. "I'm glad you're still calling her Himawari. I've grown quite attached to the name."

He shakes his head as he releases his dearest doctor, rising to his feet to meet his gaze. "It's a strange thing, growing an attachment to someone that doesn't even exist yet. It seems you might be, too." A light tease, but far from an accusation.

"I'd advise to watch our expectations if we were in any other field." He takes one of Yuri's hands in his, his thumb gently brushing along his knuckles. "But my future husband is quite possibly the most stubborn man I've ever met."

Then it suddenly occurs to him. "We could quite possibly be the first known ghouls to reproduce. I wonder what that'll mean for Hima-chan. Will she inherit a stigma? Or perhaps she'll just inherit our healing capabilities? Perhaps she'll get the increased strength and stamina?"

"So many possibilities." Remembering the rest of Yuri's plan, "That goes for the other two of course. You said three, right?"

Yuri has been working for days straight, putting it off every time Jiro asks when he's going to bed. Every time he seems to hit his breaking point, he gains another surge of energy. But today...Yuri glances up at him and squints at the paperwork in front of him blearily, "Jiro. We've spoken of the future before. About after this. About..." There was no gentle way to broach the subject plaguing him, especially not with his head this muddled, "about children. I've already drawn up concepts for the mechanisms needed to make it a reality, externally, but..." Why couldn't he get the words out? "If....we couldn't make it external, hypothetically..." He caps his pen, uncaps it, caps it, uncaps it, "hypothetically, if the children required a living host, that is...if..." Why is he even asking this? "You said I was the more feminine one of us. If it came to it, hypothetically speaking...would you be willing to let me? Would you....never mind, this entire subject is stupid, isn't it?" @ask-doctor-isami

He's silent for a brief moment - taken aback by the question that seems to have been plaguing his dear partner. "Is that what's been bothering you?" Jiro's voice is soft as he leans over the desk. A gentle hand reaches out to card through teal locks. It was unusual for Yuri to leave Jiro to sleep on his own these days. The captain also appeared distracted lately. While he knew something was on his mind, Jiro knew better than to try to force him to talk. The proud man would never admit to it - at least until he was ready to talk. "It's not stupid at all. These are the sorts of things long-term partners discuss, right?" Taking both hands into his - pen and all - he brings one to his lips, pressing a reassuring kiss there. "It's not something we've been able to discuss at length, but if the plan is to cure me first, I don't see any problem with that - If that's what you want of course." While the device would be the most practical, there was something about a natural pregnancy that had its merits as well. The first is quite obvious. Making the baby is the most fun portion. The rest though, had its challenges. But is it really much different than now? While Jiro is still able to work, Yuri still needs to care for him. If Yuri were to act as a host, their roles would be reversed, but Jiro sees no issue with this. "I'll be more than willing to cover for your maternity. Paternity? At any rate, if it comes to that, I promise I'll take care of you." If he ever needed to care for Yuri, he'd gladly do anything and everything in his power - just as Yuri does for him. "I find nothing wrong with planning. We have to account for every possible scenario. I'm just surprised you're thinking about our formerly hypothetical children."

[ask-jiro-kirisaki]

@askrpakaito

subu is killing peoepl

You should probably report that to staff. There really isn't anything I can do - other than the autopsies of course.

[ask-jiro-kirisaki]

((Museum blorbos!! <3 <3 They're so cute!))

you walk into a museum exhibit on infectious diseases & see these two wdyd

[ask-jiro-kirisaki]

((In true Jiro fashion, I probably won't be posting for a little while because my body hates me.

I have an allergy test scheduled for Wednesday the 2nd and I can't take any form of antihistamines until then.

For context, I take one every day for the allergies I already know about. So long story short, I'm feeling like I have the itchiest cold of my life.

I'll see y'all on the other side!))

[ask-jiro-kirisaki]

[ask-jiro-kirisaki]

... I'd better find it before Yuri finds out. He's going to be so mad... I hope it's not the mermaid again.

hii since it’s my birthday i decided to treat myself by stealing something from every house! have fun figuring it out!! ^w^

[ask-jiro-kirisaki]

He quirks a brow at the "borrowed" card, ready to tease her about it, but she quickly covers her tracks before he can. "I don't think they'd even notice that price. That equates to..." he trails off as he calculates the exchange. "About four U.S. dollars." Jiro takes out his phone, typing a few things, then scribbling something down on a nearby napkin with a pen he keeps in his pocket. Sliding it to her, he clarifies. "Every 2 yen is a little more than 1 cent - that's the penny, right? Anyway, I hope that gives you a better idea of how much things cost." Ever since her first issue with Japanese currency, the studious ghoul taught himself about American currency. At the time, he thought that would be the simplest way to teach Alli the conversion - but with the way the American dollar was divided up, it took him longer to memorize than expected. Then, in true Jiro fashion, he forgot about the lesson.

He watches as she pours the broth into the small bowl, then as she takes her first bite. Bringing his bowl to his lips, he couldn't help but think about how one of his first meals will be a better version of one of Alli's favorite things. He sips carefully, first taking in the flavor, then to see how his stomach reacts. Jiro hadn't realized how much he tensed in that moment, but relief washes over him when there's no reaction. "This is very good." His smile almost matches hers. This brings a whole new list of things they could share. "We should visit this place more often."

Jiro!! u redy for the best date everr???

Alli sent her text, waiting in the Mortkranken lobby. She had showed up half an hour early- later than she wanted to due to some last-minute Jabberwock work. At least the little incident would make for good conversation.

She was intently checking through the schedule she made like it was the most important document she's ever had to check. At this moment, it was. Burning every detail into her brain one last time, she folded up the small piece of paper and tucked it into her black thigh-high stockings which fit just a bit too tightly along with the rest of her outfit. Alli had showed up in a crimson velvet bodycon dress with slit exploded her entire left thigh. A dress that was perhaps a bit too dressy for a science museum... but when has she ever cared about being too dressy?

Alli adjusted her long sheer black gloves before flicking open her phone and checking her hair one last time. She had tried to calm her messy hair the best she could for the occasion, pulling most of her hair back into a low ponytail that rested on her left shoulder, but her poofy fringe still stuck out like fireworks. The girl had even tried to do her makeup a little differently by using a smokey brown color for her eyeshadow instead of the usual black. But of course, her hazel eyes were still tightly lined in a dark black.

She fidgeted with the ruffles on her dress slit as she bounced her leg, causing her black high heels to click on the floor. She totally was too dressed up... wasn't she? Alli sighed and closed her phone before hooking it on one of the chains around her waist. In the meantime, she'd occupy herself with counting the number tiles on the floor.

Jiro had just sat down with Yuri when his phone buzzes in his pocket. He holds his arm steady for the doctor as he reads the brief message.

It's a bit awkward, but he types with his non-dominant hand:

"Just finishing up treatment. I'll be there shortly."

*********************************************

It's not long after that he emerges from the lab and into the lounge where Alli was waiting. He was dressed a little nicer than usual - as advised by his captain. The dark coat and turtleneck covered his scars with ease, though he still kept the face mask on his chin - ready for when they arrived in more crowded conditions.

Jiro is left in a momentary daze as he takes in the sight of his girlfriend. She was dressed up nicely, but it was still very much her style. His eyes couldn't help but trace along the exposed skin at the slit of the dress. It danced somewhere on the border of elegant and sexy.

When he finds his voice again he compliments, "You look amazing, love. I was wondering what you had in mind, but this is beyond my expectations." The smile plastered on his face sang of his approval.

He could make a comment about how uncomfortable her shoes might become, but that would just open up an opportunity for him to carry her around. He liked the idea of holding her close to him, much like a child would hug their favorite stuffed animal.

He extends his hand to her. "To answer your earlier question, I am indeed ready for the best date ever."

His expression softens as a tinge of pink dusts his cheeks. "I'm lucky to have the most beautiful tour guide to take me on such an experience."

[ask-jiro-kirisaki]

It broke his heart when every time she mentioned her ex. Not because it was someone else she was with, but because of how she absolutely deflates every time. One of these days, they'll discuss it. But he himself doesn't know how to properly grieve. The only reason he handles his brothers' deaths so well is because of the amnesia. At least, that's what he figures. He's still a little worried when she abruptly changes the subject - but seeing how genuinely fascinated she is by the hornets eased his mind. He watches as she handles the "dangerous" insect with the same love and affection as she would with anything else in her care. "The so-called 'murder hornet,' according to the internet. That's hardly the case though. But you didn't need me to tell you that, I'm sure. But here's something possibly new for you - now that the little guy's out of earshot: Did you know that hornet larvae is a delicacy in some of Japan's mountainous regions? Some even eat the hornets themselves." Even the mostly unshakable ghoul has his reservations. "Not something I'd be eager to try myself, but necessity is the mother of all invention as they say." He leans down and presses a gentle kiss to her lips. "Believe it or not, I don't have any allergies on record. Just for future reference." His chest feels warm and fuzzy seeing the bright smile back on her face. He leads them into the alleyway, and as he expected, a place of business doesn't have much in the way of problems with most alley-bound dangers. Stepping inside, he finds them a pair of seats along the long bar table. Recalling she couldn't really read kanji, he patiently reads out each item for her, not even minding when she wants him to repeat something or go back to another dish he already read. Being the native speaker of the two, he orders her selection and asks for a small bowl for himself. Thankfully, it's not an uncommon thing for where only one person of the party is eating. He takes a moment to give a crash-course to the American transfer. "I won't be eating much, and it's a bit frowned upon for us to use the same dish, so I've got a bowl for myself to take some of the broth." He hears someone slurping their noodles nearby, giving him the opportunity for the next lesson. "While that's considered rude by American standards, this is actually quite normal - so long as it's the noodles of course. It actually helps to cool them down - from what I remember at least." In a short time, the bowls are placed in front of them. "This is going to sound silly but, could you pour some of the broth into this bowl for me? If I do it myself, there's a greater risk of rejection." The part unsaid - probably because I poisoned myself in the past. "Furthermore, how well do you do with chopsticks? I could help you if you'd like."

Jiro!! u redy for the best date everr???

Alli sent her text, waiting in the Mortkranken lobby. She had showed up half an hour early- later than she wanted to due to some last-minute Jabberwock work. At least the little incident would make for good conversation.

She was intently checking through the schedule she made like it was the most important document she's ever had to check. At this moment, it was. Burning every detail into her brain one last time, she folded up the small piece of paper and tucked it into her black thigh-high stockings which fit just a bit too tightly along with the rest of her outfit. Alli had showed up in a crimson velvet bodycon dress with slit exploded her entire left thigh. A dress that was perhaps a bit too dressy for a science museum... but when has she ever cared about being too dressy?

Alli adjusted her long sheer black gloves before flicking open her phone and checking her hair one last time. She had tried to calm her messy hair the best she could for the occasion, pulling most of her hair back into a low ponytail that rested on her left shoulder, but her poofy fringe still stuck out like fireworks. The girl had even tried to do her makeup a little differently by using a smokey brown color for her eyeshadow instead of the usual black. But of course, her hazel eyes were still tightly lined in a dark black.

She fidgeted with the ruffles on her dress slit as she bounced her leg, causing her black high heels to click on the floor. She totally was too dressed up... wasn't she? Alli sighed and closed her phone before hooking it on one of the chains around her waist. In the meantime, she'd occupy herself with counting the number tiles on the floor.

Jiro had just sat down with Yuri when his phone buzzes in his pocket. He holds his arm steady for the doctor as he reads the brief message.

It's a bit awkward, but he types with his non-dominant hand:

"Just finishing up treatment. I'll be there shortly."

*********************************************

It's not long after that he emerges from the lab and into the lounge where Alli was waiting. He was dressed a little nicer than usual - as advised by his captain. The dark coat and turtleneck covered his scars with ease, though he still kept the face mask on his chin - ready for when they arrived in more crowded conditions.

Jiro is left in a momentary daze as he takes in the sight of his girlfriend. She was dressed up nicely, but it was still very much her style. His eyes couldn't help but trace along the exposed skin at the slit of the dress. It danced somewhere on the border of elegant and sexy.

When he finds his voice again he compliments, "You look amazing, love. I was wondering what you had in mind, but this is beyond my expectations." The smile plastered on his face sang of his approval.

He could make a comment about how uncomfortable her shoes might become, but that would just open up an opportunity for him to carry her around. He liked the idea of holding her close to him, much like a child would hug their favorite stuffed animal.

He extends his hand to her. "To answer your earlier question, I am indeed ready for the best date ever."

His expression softens as a tinge of pink dusts his cheeks. "I'm lucky to have the most beautiful tour guide to take me on such an experience."

[ask-jiro-kirisaki]

With the current RP developments with @ask-doctor-isami, it's made me think about just how Jiro would do as a parent. This doesn't just apply for the current YurixJiro RP - these headcanons are pretty universal: - Just like with everything else he needs to do, this man studies hard. First on the docket would be prenatal care. If he's able, Jiro would very likely take care of it all himself (but he's smart enough to realize when things are just out of his capabilities and he needs to let someone else handle it. -Should he need to allow the mother-to-be see a doctor, he will be present for every appointment, diligently taking notes so he can help them do whatever they're instructed. -He might even go as far as to learn how to deliver. Once again, if things go pear-shaped, he's not too proud to let emergency services take over. -The mother-to-be would be getting some kind of checkup nearly every day. Count on it. They would also have a very regimented medicine and supplement schedule. -Ever the assistant, he'll pick up the slack wherever he can. (His partner can also count on him to make any sudden craving runs, but they'll likely get a lecture in proper nutrition if it happens too often). -The only way he won't be present for the birth of his child is if he's in another comatose state. (In a perfect world, he's be delivering it himself). Don't think that the medical side of things is the only area of study. - While psychology isn't his area of interest, he'd be studying childcare in every way possible. Maybe even taking a course in behavioral management. - I don't know what kind of shows are in Japan, but I feel that (being as somewhat sheltered as he is) he wouldn't quite understand that some of Reality Television is staged and edited in certain ways to convey a certain story. -He'd be watching some version of "Supernanny" or "Nanny 911" while taking notes. The reason: "I want to be prepared for the worst-case scenario so that I know how to fix the situation should it arise." -No amount of screaming and misbehaving children will deter him, so don't worry about the binge-watching affecting his decision. -To be fair to him, those shows do provide some actual proven techniques for things such as discipline, implementing a schedule, and how to get the kids to sleep. ((Between our RPs and my watching the aforementioned shows, those thoughts have just been rattling in my brain. LOL ))

Some of this can be omitted if there's ever a surrogate (be it person or machine), but he'll be just as devoted to gathering whatever knowledge he thinks he might need. *Doting Big Brother Bonus* Zenji would be floating about trying to help his little brother be the best dad he can be. Looking for a certain book? There it is, and he simply thinks he must've overlooked it. Forgot something that he remembers? A note appears with the missing information! Perhaps someone wrote it for him earlier? It's not uncommon. He needs to take a call or something? Uncle Zenji's here to keep the little one amused with a floating toy or some music. With all of the anomalies about, something like that wouldn't seem out of place. He wouldn't be available all the time, but he'd be there as much as he can - After all, he's so proud of his dear little brother!!

[ask-jiro-kirisaki]

Although she lets him go, Jiro still follows Alli like she's still holding on. He didn't want to miss the way her eyes lit up as she gave each little scaley friend a piece of her love and attention. Like clockwork, his eyes follow her every direction, seeking the details she spoke of. Even with her hushed voice, he could feel she was ready to jump for joy at the sight of each reptile. Hell, she'd probably take them home if she could. As he watched her take another lap around the exhibit, he got to thinking about a previous discussion. With his medical knowledge and her overall expertise in handling and care, they had discussed the possibility of going into reptile rehabilitation. See them in this museum made him wonder if they could display those that can't be released or are well enough for visitors. Education is very important after all. His daydream comes to an end when he notices Alli taking him by the hand once more. He smiles as she nuzzles into his arm. He can no longer imagine a world where that future is just a dream. "I've seen everything I've wanted to as well." He gestures toward where they came in with his free arm and a soft smile. "Shall we?" As they return to the entrance, he adds, "I doubt we'll run into trouble in an alley where there's a hole-in-the-wall business. Too much risk for exposure. But if it turns out I'm wrong, there's still no need to worry. I'll keep you safe." Even with the possibility of running into some kind of trouble, Jiro seems completely unbothered. A few humans are nothing he can't handle. Should things go south, he also has his stigma to rely on. Chances are they'll get scared and run when they're attacked by something invisible - at least as far as they're aware. They come to another crossing, but Jiro is quite prepared with another distraction. "I forgot to ask earlier, but the emerald tree boa reminded me - how often does Stephan shed? I know they use their environment to help removed the dead skin as they don't have limbs, but do you ever need to assist in the process for him?" It was something he could easily look up, but now that he knows seemingly random question-and-answer sessions are an excellent distraction, he'll be sure to have plenty in his back pocket. He'd prefer her to answer anyway. Why look through links and sort through reputable sources when he can just listen to her sweet voice instead?

Jiro!! u redy for the best date everr???

Alli sent her text, waiting in the Mortkranken lobby. She had showed up half an hour early- later than she wanted to due to some last-minute Jabberwock work. At least the little incident would make for good conversation.

She was intently checking through the schedule she made like it was the most important document she's ever had to check. At this moment, it was. Burning every detail into her brain one last time, she folded up the small piece of paper and tucked it into her black thigh-high stockings which fit just a bit too tightly along with the rest of her outfit. Alli had showed up in a crimson velvet bodycon dress with slit exploded her entire left thigh. A dress that was perhaps a bit too dressy for a science museum... but when has she ever cared about being too dressy?

Alli adjusted her long sheer black gloves before flicking open her phone and checking her hair one last time. She had tried to calm her messy hair the best she could for the occasion, pulling most of her hair back into a low ponytail that rested on her left shoulder, but her poofy fringe still stuck out like fireworks. The girl had even tried to do her makeup a little differently by using a smokey brown color for her eyeshadow instead of the usual black. But of course, her hazel eyes were still tightly lined in a dark black.

She fidgeted with the ruffles on her dress slit as she bounced her leg, causing her black high heels to click on the floor. She totally was too dressed up... wasn't she? Alli sighed and closed her phone before hooking it on one of the chains around her waist. In the meantime, she'd occupy herself with counting the number tiles on the floor.

Jiro had just sat down with Yuri when his phone buzzes in his pocket. He holds his arm steady for the doctor as he reads the brief message.

It's a bit awkward, but he types with his non-dominant hand:

"Just finishing up treatment. I'll be there shortly."

*********************************************

It's not long after that he emerges from the lab and into the lounge where Alli was waiting. He was dressed a little nicer than usual - as advised by his captain. The dark coat and turtleneck covered his scars with ease, though he still kept the face mask on his chin - ready for when they arrived in more crowded conditions.

Jiro is left in a momentary daze as he takes in the sight of his girlfriend. She was dressed up nicely, but it was still very much her style. His eyes couldn't help but trace along the exposed skin at the slit of the dress. It danced somewhere on the border of elegant and sexy.

When he finds his voice again he compliments, "You look amazing, love. I was wondering what you had in mind, but this is beyond my expectations." The smile plastered on his face sang of his approval.

He could make a comment about how uncomfortable her shoes might become, but that would just open up an opportunity for him to carry her around. He liked the idea of holding her close to him, much like a child would hug their favorite stuffed animal.

He extends his hand to her. "To answer your earlier question, I am indeed ready for the best date ever."

His expression softens as a tinge of pink dusts his cheeks. "I'm lucky to have the most beautiful tour guide to take me on such an experience."

[ask-jiro-kirisaki]

"That's what surprised me the most. The last time we spoke about it, you were against the idea." He wasn't sure why the thought of him coming around on this made him happy. Perhaps it was the chance to care for Yuri. Or maybe it was the full biology of it - not that the device would take that away. Both of their genetic material would still be needed.

Maybe there was some romance to the process of natural procreation. About trying and trying again until it takes.

Jiro moves around the desk, kneeling before his future husband and 'mother' of their future children. "You have my word. If it becomes necessary for you to physically bear our children, I will take full responsibility."

He remembers the dream Yuri spoke of where they had a young daughter. Ever since he brought it up, he also considered possible steps.

"But if that could be the case, I should study up on prenatal care. Birthing as well. Perhaps there's some kind of course or training I can take."

Lured by the warmth of Yuri's body he moves closer, settling between the other's legs so he can wrap his arms around his lover's waist.

He's always so warm. So comfortable. Jiro could attach himself like a parasite if that were feasible (but that's hardly practical).

"I'll study hard so I know how to mitigate side-effects. So I know how to tend to your aches and pains. To make sure you and the baby are healthy."

He couldn't see Yuri's dream, but he could see the little girl that resembled them so in his mind's eye. "I hope you won't have to endure all of that, but trust that you'll be cared for if you do."

Yuri has been working for days straight, putting it off every time Jiro asks when he's going to bed. Every time he seems to hit his breaking point, he gains another surge of energy. But today...Yuri glances up at him and squints at the paperwork in front of him blearily, "Jiro. We've spoken of the future before. About after this. About..." There was no gentle way to broach the subject plaguing him, especially not with his head this muddled, "about children. I've already drawn up concepts for the mechanisms needed to make it a reality, externally, but..." Why couldn't he get the words out? "If....we couldn't make it external, hypothetically..." He caps his pen, uncaps it, caps it, uncaps it, "hypothetically, if the children required a living host, that is...if..." Why is he even asking this? "You said I was the more feminine one of us. If it came to it, hypothetically speaking...would you be willing to let me? Would you....never mind, this entire subject is stupid, isn't it?" @ask-doctor-isami

He's silent for a brief moment - taken aback by the question that seems to have been plaguing his dear partner. "Is that what's been bothering you?" Jiro's voice is soft as he leans over the desk. A gentle hand reaches out to card through teal locks. It was unusual for Yuri to leave Jiro to sleep on his own these days. The captain also appeared distracted lately. While he knew something was on his mind, Jiro knew better than to try to force him to talk. The proud man would never admit to it - at least until he was ready to talk. "It's not stupid at all. These are the sorts of things long-term partners discuss, right?" Taking both hands into his - pen and all - he brings one to his lips, pressing a reassuring kiss there. "It's not something we've been able to discuss at length, but if the plan is to cure me first, I don't see any problem with that - If that's what you want of course." While the device would be the most practical, there was something about a natural pregnancy that had its merits as well. The first is quite obvious. Making the baby is the most fun portion. The rest though, had its challenges. But is it really much different than now? While Jiro is still able to work, Yuri still needs to care for him. If Yuri were to act as a host, their roles would be reversed, but Jiro sees no issue with this. "I'll be more than willing to cover for your maternity. Paternity? At any rate, if it comes to that, I promise I'll take care of you." If he ever needed to care for Yuri, he'd gladly do anything and everything in his power - just as Yuri does for him. "I find nothing wrong with planning. We have to account for every possible scenario. I'm just surprised you're thinking about our formerly hypothetical children."

[ask-jiro-kirisaki]

Alli seemed to have more than enough outward energy for the both of them. Even internally, Jiro could never hope to match her, but he was quite excited all the same as they stepped out into the alleyway.

The nervous rambling has him laughing once more. "Sorry. I hope it doesn't seem like I'm insulting your nerves. The way whatever comes to your mind just pours out of your mouth is just too funny." He draws her in closer to add, "and cute," before giving a quick peck to her cheek.

The facemask is raised and he takes Alli by the hand. "That's our destination, right across the street. Just stick close and you'll be okay. I won't let go. You don't look like a hooker, but some more conservative folks might think otherwise. You are very pretty, so it stands to reason that you would be a pretty hooker."

He answers all of the questions rambled at him as they cross the busy street. She once said she loved to hear him talk, so he hoped it would serve as a good distraction.

"And as a reptile, I'd probably be classified as poisonous. I have so many substances in my system at any given time, it only makes sense."

He stops walking just shy of the doors. "Here we are. That wasn't so bad, was it?" Jiro gives her hand a gentle squeeze. "You're doing great, love."

Once inside (and tickets given), Jiro takes his time looking at each exhibit, spouting off any knowledge he might have on the subject. In a way, it felt a bit like the tables have turned. The Mortkranken ghoul was giving his own tour of sorts with the medical knowledge he possessed.

The occassional tangent came along with certain tools displayed or small videos shown. And of couse, he answered any questions Alli had to the best of his ability - no matter how silly they sounded or how off-topic they were.

He couldn't remember the last time he talked so much - or the last time he wanted to.

Sometimes he caught himself, worried he was boring her. But every time he looked, she was hanging on every word it seemed.

The subject matter was fascinating and the company was even better. She had worried about the museum, but even those who didn't know him could tell he was having the time of his life.

Jiro!! u redy for the best date everr???

Alli sent her text, waiting in the Mortkranken lobby. She had showed up half an hour early- later than she wanted to due to some last-minute Jabberwock work. At least the little incident would make for good conversation.

She was intently checking through the schedule she made like it was the most important document she's ever had to check. At this moment, it was. Burning every detail into her brain one last time, she folded up the small piece of paper and tucked it into her black thigh-high stockings which fit just a bit too tightly along with the rest of her outfit. Alli had showed up in a crimson velvet bodycon dress with slit exploded her entire left thigh. A dress that was perhaps a bit too dressy for a science museum... but when has she ever cared about being too dressy?

Alli adjusted her long sheer black gloves before flicking open her phone and checking her hair one last time. She had tried to calm her messy hair the best she could for the occasion, pulling most of her hair back into a low ponytail that rested on her left shoulder, but her poofy fringe still stuck out like fireworks. The girl had even tried to do her makeup a little differently by using a smokey brown color for her eyeshadow instead of the usual black. But of course, her hazel eyes were still tightly lined in a dark black.

She fidgeted with the ruffles on her dress slit as she bounced her leg, causing her black high heels to click on the floor. She totally was too dressed up... wasn't she? Alli sighed and closed her phone before hooking it on one of the chains around her waist. In the meantime, she'd occupy herself with counting the number tiles on the floor.

Jiro had just sat down with Yuri when his phone buzzes in his pocket. He holds his arm steady for the doctor as he reads the brief message.

It's a bit awkward, but he types with his non-dominant hand:

"Just finishing up treatment. I'll be there shortly."

*********************************************

It's not long after that he emerges from the lab and into the lounge where Alli was waiting. He was dressed a little nicer than usual - as advised by his captain. The dark coat and turtleneck covered his scars with ease, though he still kept the face mask on his chin - ready for when they arrived in more crowded conditions.

Jiro is left in a momentary daze as he takes in the sight of his girlfriend. She was dressed up nicely, but it was still very much her style. His eyes couldn't help but trace along the exposed skin at the slit of the dress. It danced somewhere on the border of elegant and sexy.

When he finds his voice again he compliments, "You look amazing, love. I was wondering what you had in mind, but this is beyond my expectations." The smile plastered on his face sang of his approval.

He could make a comment about how uncomfortable her shoes might become, but that would just open up an opportunity for him to carry her around. He liked the idea of holding her close to him, much like a child would hug their favorite stuffed animal.

He extends his hand to her. "To answer your earlier question, I am indeed ready for the best date ever."

His expression softens as a tinge of pink dusts his cheeks. "I'm lucky to have the most beautiful tour guide to take me on such an experience."

[ask-jiro-kirisaki]

Yuri has been working for days straight, putting it off every time Jiro asks when he's going to bed. Every time he seems to hit his breaking point, he gains another surge of energy. But today...Yuri glances up at him and squints at the paperwork in front of him blearily, "Jiro. We've spoken of the future before. About after this. About..." There was no gentle way to broach the subject plaguing him, especially not with his head this muddled, "about children. I've already drawn up concepts for the mechanisms needed to make it a reality, externally, but..." Why couldn't he get the words out? "If....we couldn't make it external, hypothetically..." He caps his pen, uncaps it, caps it, uncaps it, "hypothetically, if the children required a living host, that is...if..." Why is he even asking this? "You said I was the more feminine one of us. If it came to it, hypothetically speaking...would you be willing to let me? Would you....never mind, this entire subject is stupid, isn't it?" @ask-doctor-isami

He's silent for a brief moment - taken aback by the question that seems to have been plaguing his dear partner. "Is that what's been bothering you?" Jiro's voice is soft as he leans over the desk. A gentle hand reaches out to card through teal locks. It was unusual for Yuri to leave Jiro to sleep on his own these days. The captain also appeared distracted lately. While he knew something was on his mind, Jiro knew better than to try to force him to talk. The proud man would never admit to it - at least until he was ready to talk. "It's not stupid at all. These are the sorts of things long-term partners discuss, right?" Taking both hands into his - pen and all - he brings one to his lips, pressing a reassuring kiss there. "It's not something we've been able to discuss at length, but if the plan is to cure me first, I don't see any problem with that - If that's what you want of course." While the device would be the most practical, there was something about a natural pregnancy that had its merits as well. The first is quite obvious. Making the baby is the most fun portion. The rest though, had its challenges. But is it really much different than now? While Jiro is still able to work, Yuri still needs to care for him. If Yuri were to act as a host, their roles would be reversed, but Jiro sees no issue with this. "I'll be more than willing to cover for your maternity. Paternity? At any rate, if it comes to that, I promise I'll take care of you." If he ever needed to care for Yuri, he'd gladly do anything and everything in his power - just as Yuri does for him. "I find nothing wrong with planning. We have to account for every possible scenario. I'm just surprised you're thinking about our formerly hypothetical children."

[ask-jiro-kirisaki]

Unconsciously, Jiro nuzzles against Alli's head as she warms his hands. There's just something about the care, and concern, and action that makes him act a little more affectionate in response. While a bit unusual, it was endearing to hear her talk about caring for him like one of her reptiles. Logistically, it would never work, but just the thought that she's so willing to care for him... As someone who needs a little extra care, it eases his concern of putting too much on her shoulders. While she could never medically treat him, she would likely need to pick up his slack whenever he was out of commission - which was far more often than he'd like. The rather abrupt suggestion snaps him out of his brief reverie. "I could give it a shot. It's this button, right?" It was such a simple request, but it made her so happy. So rather than pull out his own cellphone to make it easier, he uses the camera as asked. "How do you even know if it's in the correct position," he mumbles, thinking aloud. "Is this okay?" He looks over expectantly, either awaiting confirmation or direction.

Jiro!! u redy for the best date everr???

Alli sent her text, waiting in the Mortkranken lobby. She had showed up half an hour early- later than she wanted to due to some last-minute Jabberwock work. At least the little incident would make for good conversation.

She was intently checking through the schedule she made like it was the most important document she's ever had to check. At this moment, it was. Burning every detail into her brain one last time, she folded up the small piece of paper and tucked it into her black thigh-high stockings which fit just a bit too tightly along with the rest of her outfit. Alli had showed up in a crimson velvet bodycon dress with slit exploded her entire left thigh. A dress that was perhaps a bit too dressy for a science museum... but when has she ever cared about being too dressy?

Alli adjusted her long sheer black gloves before flicking open her phone and checking her hair one last time. She had tried to calm her messy hair the best she could for the occasion, pulling most of her hair back into a low ponytail that rested on her left shoulder, but her poofy fringe still stuck out like fireworks. The girl had even tried to do her makeup a little differently by using a smokey brown color for her eyeshadow instead of the usual black. But of course, her hazel eyes were still tightly lined in a dark black.

She fidgeted with the ruffles on her dress slit as she bounced her leg, causing her black high heels to click on the floor. She totally was too dressed up... wasn't she? Alli sighed and closed her phone before hooking it on one of the chains around her waist. In the meantime, she'd occupy herself with counting the number tiles on the floor.

Jiro had just sat down with Yuri when his phone buzzes in his pocket. He holds his arm steady for the doctor as he reads the brief message.

It's a bit awkward, but he types with his non-dominant hand:

"Just finishing up treatment. I'll be there shortly."

*********************************************

It's not long after that he emerges from the lab and into the lounge where Alli was waiting. He was dressed a little nicer than usual - as advised by his captain. The dark coat and turtleneck covered his scars with ease, though he still kept the face mask on his chin - ready for when they arrived in more crowded conditions.

Jiro is left in a momentary daze as he takes in the sight of his girlfriend. She was dressed up nicely, but it was still very much her style. His eyes couldn't help but trace along the exposed skin at the slit of the dress. It danced somewhere on the border of elegant and sexy.

When he finds his voice again he compliments, "You look amazing, love. I was wondering what you had in mind, but this is beyond my expectations." The smile plastered on his face sang of his approval.

He could make a comment about how uncomfortable her shoes might become, but that would just open up an opportunity for him to carry her around. He liked the idea of holding her close to him, much like a child would hug their favorite stuffed animal.

He extends his hand to her. "To answer your earlier question, I am indeed ready for the best date ever."

His expression softens as a tinge of pink dusts his cheeks. "I'm lucky to have the most beautiful tour guide to take me on such an experience."