spencer-ia

[spencer-ia]

A small pleased smile made its way to Spencer's expression, his face turned away from Katashi as he replied, "I'll look forward to it then." Following the other man's lead, the reaper couldn't help but feel like a lovesick teenager at how he was still reeling from Katashi's words, the simple act of imagining what the future has in stall for them giving him a thrill that made him smile like a sap.

The whole thing almost made him forget his bimbofied outfit, until Katashi reminded him of it, of course. Spencer paused, oddly introspective despite the ridiculous situation they were in. "They actually don't feel all too bad to wear, y'know? Showing more skin than usual definitely needs some more time getting used to... but I feel like I'd only be comfortable wearing this around you at first."

Perking up at the first signs of said culprit, Spencer couldn't help but blink at Katashi's words. He... actually didn't think that far ahead. Looking down at his clothes and then glancing around everyone who was still in their own Barbie outfits, the reaper could admit that he was better off than others. Plus, he'd much rather just change out of his current get up than figure out how to de-frog-ify himself.

(Just around the corner, unbeknownst to the two men, the very woman who was the cause of all the turmoil that happened couldn't help but giggle into her hands when she pieced together what exactly happened with Katashi and Spencer."

"Well I'm technically half cured. Thanks for that, by the way. Want to head over to either your or my place instead and do a scary movie marathon instead? Because I don't know how the others do it, but I'm still feeling pretty... conscious being out in public wearing something this short." And just to prove his point, Spencer tugged down his skirt so that it at least reached somewhere near his mid thigh.

barbie girl (spencer & koichi)

[spencer-ia]

Grinning down at his plate at the praise, Spencer tried to subtly bite his bottom lip to make sure that his smile didn't seem too big. There was just something about being seen and appreciated, for your efforts to be verbally pointed out. Reaching for this own soup, the reaper mixed the small bowl and was pleased to know that it was still a bit warm even if he'd plated earlier.

"I'd say that caring for people had never been hard for me. It's more of... having people to care for being the more difficult part of things. I'm not the most extroverted person out there, and sometimes it's just hard for me to click with others." Continuing on with the rest of the food served on the table, the reaper looked up at the other man. Most of the time, he'd be extremely conscious of baring his soul to someone— but again, this was Katashi.

And although he still wasn't sure what exactly to call their relationship yet (because of course they were friends, but the term seemed so shallow for the attachment and fondness he felt for the other), but what he was sure of was that he could trust them completely. "And that's all noted then," he said, smile soft, "That just means I need to cook you more things just so that the shock eventually fades away into familiarity."

Taking a bite of his food as he thought of his past Halloweens, Spencer came to a blank as he tried to think of a time when he actively celebrated the holiday. Most of time, he was dragged by friends here and there to go to a party, wearing a half-assed costume when left to his own devices and simply following his friend's lead if ever they had a specific vision in mind.

"I don't know if this is considered normal, but I've never really celebrated it actively? If no one's pestered me to go to a get together, I usually just curl up under my blanket and read a good book or watch a particularly interesting movie at the time." Tilting his head in curiosity as he considered Katashi, he asked, "What about you? Have you ever tried trick or treating? I've seen the kids and teenagers do it, but I can't say that I've ever done it myself."

A healer's trick, a reaper's treat ~ Koichi x Spencer

[spencer-ia]

Having Lee Know help out around the shop was honestly one of his better decisions this year (albeit he would never admit it out loud). Although they both still had to work around the student's schedule when it came to academics, the reaper can conclude that having part-time help to sort deliveries and help with customers was a god sent.

And so just like any other boss (or so he'd read on a random and mildly sketchy looking website called Reddit), Spencer asked Lee Know to close up shop earlier this morning for lunch. He'd explained that he wanted to have a touch base of sorts with the mirrorwalker to see the areas they can fix.

This explained why the reaper was seated on the familiar couch in the very back room that he technically interviewed Lee Know in for the job. Crossing his legs and mentally listing down the points of discussion they'll have to go through, Spencer waited for his part-time working, crossing his legs and idly tapping his toe as he did so.

@leeknow-ia

on the job (spencer & lee know)

[spencer-ia]

on the job (spencer & lee know)

[spencer-ia]

Smiling at Joohyun's own outfit (that he dare though matched quite well with his), Spencer couldn't help but blush at the compliment, eyes automatically look at his feet as he tried to will the redness in his cheeks away. He's never been the best at receiving words of praise, and this was even more apparent in the enchanted doll's sincerity and enthusiasm. "Thank you," he murmured, hands playing with the hem of his shirt.

Wrapping his arms once more at the now exposed skin of his stomach, Spencer couldn't help but preen at the praise. "Please, we both know you would look just as great wearing this look, if not more." Catching a look of himself once more on one of the random reflective surfaces in the room, the reaper couldn't help but assess himself. Even with his clumsy eye for fashion, even he could admit that he didn't look half bad. As he straightened his back, Spencer wondered if he could ever wear something like this outside the comfort of his own home (or in this case, Joohyun's place).

Taking a seat as instructed, Spencer took a seat on the unfamiliar chair. He technically knows the concept of games and such, but he'd never really been one to play or keep any related equipment in his home across the years. Unknowing of the exact kinds of streams Joohyun does, the reaper bounced in his seat, testing the softness of it all. "This is a really cute chair. Do you play PC games often?"

Joohyun has busied herself with changing into a long white skirt to match her own baby pink tee. Her favorite pastime was to dress up. Who doesn’t like to feel pretty? Even Joohyun who was designed to be perfect liked to get dressed up to feel even prettier.

The doll was styling her hair, tying up half her hair in a half up half down hair eyes when she heard her bathroom door open. Her eyes widen looking at the other’s new look. "WOW! You look amazing Spencer!”

She immediately ran over to them fussing over the shirt that she could tell was pulled down to cover more of their waist. “You have such a small waist, so pretty!” She hiked up the shirt a bit to show more skin.

The enchanted doll could only think about all of the photoshoots she could take of the other, he could make so much money on onlyIA. the men of the internet love antagonist sex models. But of course, she didn’t mention that, she’s not supposed to tell people they would look good as a porn star…she didn’t need another lecture from Namjoon.

She walked over to her desk and pulled out a beauty case holding it up for the other with a grin. “Make up time! sit sit sit"She pats the pink gamer chair. She remembered to clean it this time.

[spencer-ia]

Somehow, it brought him joy seeing Jinki so at home in a shop that he clearly visited for the first time. Some people would probably be offended seeing the shigofumi lounge on the couch like they were in their own place, but to Spencer, the other man's demeanor was a clear indicator of how despite the amount of time they haven't seen each other, they were still comfortable around him.

"Do you think I'm your servant or something?" Despite his sharp words, Spencer walked around the pantry to prepare their drinks and snacks for them. "Yeah, don't worry. I don't want you farting on my couch— it's too new for that." In just a handful of minutes, the reaper was gently placing a tray down on the coffee table in front of Jinki, presenting the other with a cup of tea for each of them and a plate of cookies.

Studiously ignoring that his ears were warm from the genuine compliment (Spencer still wasn't the best at receiving words of praise), the reaper placed Jinki's drink in front of them before taking his own seat. "Flattery will get you everywhere, but I'll definitely take note of that. I'll even put notes on what each bouquet means so you can have an easier time deciding where to place them."

Smiling at the little anecdote the other shared, Spencer asked as he took a sip of tea, "You think we'll ever reach that point? Celebrating anniversaries with someone every year, spending everyday of 365 days committed to them?"

The two were not a balanced match but they some how worked in their suituationship, the kind that didn’t have to be defined or spoken about. All those years ago they went with the flow even if it landed them with drunken nights or nights alone in his apartment. Nights together complaining about 'work’. Even if they didn’t have a choice about they do.

Jinki grinned, his favorite words were said “Yes please feed me” He playfully winked with a chuckle as he followed the other inside. He quickly plopped down on the couch and immediately made himself comfortable.

“Tea please with 1 sugar and almond milk please, you know that stuff from the cow makes my stomach hurt” He commented as he stretched his arm against the back of the cough.

He couldn’t help but burst out laughing at Spencer’s comment “ No but I might need those for my own home. But no I’m trying to avoid the bed and breakfast being seen like that. I just need a couple of bouquets that say like 'Good Morning, Have a good day, Thank you for staying.” He hummed for a moment in thought before speaking again. “Actually I have an anniversary of a couple celebrating their 45th year of marriage” He smiled thinking back to the memeory of speaking to the husband in hush tones but his wife yelling in th background that she already knew what he was doing causing all of them to laugh.

“But anything you make will be beautiful.” He smiled looking at the other.

[spencer-ia]

Lightly scrunching his nose in thought, Spencer shrugged his shoulders. He supposed profit would be nice, but if he was ever put into a tough spot of closing the shop because it wasn't earning enough versus having to spend his own money to have it stay open, he would definitely choose the latter.

"Money would be nice, I guess, but it really isn't my priority? I'd say Flower Fetish is 80% a hobby and 20% a business at this point." Accountants would probably balk at the free stuff he gave his customers (usually fellow plant enthusiasts), but really, can you blame him? Spencer usually had a Type A personality, but it was clear in how he ran the place that his store would firmly be an exception.

Rolling his eyes at Jeongmin's declaration, the reaper waved away the cupid in jest before he led the two of them to the pantry. "Yeah, yeah. Rub the fact that you're happily taken to a single man for years why don't you." His words held no bite, and the uptick of the corner of his mouth making it clear that he was teasing. "How did you two meet anyways? I wanna know your story." Not many people would expect it, but Spencer was actually a bit of a romantic.

olive branches and such (spencer & jeongmin)

[spencer-ia]

Laying before Katashi, splayed out as the other man sat between his legs, Spencer felt vulnerable. However, the reaper didn't feel the fear or panic that so often lodged itself into his throat, often making it hard to breathe as panic welled up in his poor lungs. Instead, he almost felt comfortable in his vulnerability, even with cum, sweat, and lube slowly drying on his skin. The air in his bedroom smelled like sex, and looking up at Katashi from his position, Spencer could say that he wasn't entirely opposed to it.

"No, you." He volleyed back his response almost automatically, his playfulness showing in the way that a small smile pulled at the corner of his lips. He let out a full-body shiver as he felt Katashi pull out, almost missing the feeling of being full even as he felt himself dripping onto his sheets. Spencer already knew he would be sore in the morning, and he looked forward to it with an anticipation he so rarely felt with most of the people he took to bed.

He felt his breath catch in his throat as he watched the other through lidded eyes as they slowly lower their head, goosebumps rising on his skin as he felt Katashi's tongue on his chest, licking off his spent and leaving him almost arching off the bed. Not many people liked the taste of cum, and he respected it whenever his partners told him so. But having Katashi's preferences align with his made heat simmer once more in the pit of his stomach. Spencer found himself unintentionally bringing his hands up to Katashi's hair, softly pulling at the strands as he practically writhed in pleasure.

The florist would like to think that he usually wasn't so sensitive— he wasn't some virgin who only now discovered the wonders of sex, after all. A small voice in the back of his head told him that it was probably because it was Katashi on top of him, since anyone else wouldn't bring out such reactions in him. But right now, he'll believe that this was only his body's natural response because he orgasmed just seconds ago.

It only took Spencer a second to process Katashi's words before he pulled them down into a bruising kiss, the taste of himself on their tongue making his member twitch. The only reason why he wasn't hard again was probably because of his refractory period. "I would let you do anything to and for me." His hands travelled across the other man's torso, feeling the planes of the other's body and memorizing them. "I think you've ruined me for anyone else." The words were unintentionally said with an honesty as he pulled back, dark brown eyes peering up at Katashi.

Spencer manuevered his body so that he was face down and ass up. Not only did the position show off just how Katashi left him loose and leaking, but it also hid the blush that he knew was spreading down to his chest at the vulnerability that his words left him. "Do you think you can make me cum again?" The question was phrased as a challenge, one that was made in an attempt to distract Katashi from the honestly that he was sure he let slip through in his expression and voice earlier.

While Spencer clearly enjoyed his praise, Koichi could easily drown in the sea of listening to Spencer praise themself, their little pleas music to his ears. Whatever the connection between them was, it made everything feel that much better than it usually did, feeling like he could stay like this forever; having the sweaty florist hang on to him while he pushed out little moans from them. In his haze, all he could think about how perfect Spencer was like this.

His mouth was left hanging open when the florist's orgasm hit them, breath catching in his throat to block out any noise he could have made at it as he felt it. "Beautiful," he breathed eventually, leaning in to kiss the sides of the other's face when they finally started coming down from the high, sure that Spencer's orgasm had milked some drops more out of him. He kissed the tears and tasted the salt on his lips, nuzzling his nose into the other's cheek like it was something normal to do between two people who just barely knew each other. But he didn't think about where boundaries were right now, he simply did what he felt was right at that moment.

"You're so perfect," his words came out breathy, finally realising just how hot and sticky he felt, a faint chuckle leaving his throat. He laid Spencer back and stayed on his knees between their legs, letting his eyes roam over the other's body, landing on the cum on their chest first, then on the way he was still inside them. "Fuck," he whispered under his breath, vulgarities usually not in his vocabulary but Spencer deserved this one. He momentarily wondered if the florist knew just how hot they looked like this.

Koichi gently stroked their knee with his thumb, slowly pulling out of them with a faint groan so he could lean down, looking over the white streaks on the florist's chest once more before he began to lap them up with his tongue. He had never laid much with men so it wasn't that familiar of a taste to him but he didn't mind it; he would put his mouth on anything, anywhere, if it brought someone pleasure. He liked to think of it as a form of after care, showing that he appreciated the other.

But then, he could be a little selfish too. Once he was satisfied with his work, his fingertips traced the inner thigh of the florist as he looked up at them from his position, an idea clearly circling on his mind as he slowly smirked. "You think I could clean you up with my mouth down there too?" his eyes momentarily wandered down, only to lock back up with Spencer's.

[spencer-ia]

"Please." Spencer could only manage one-syllable replies now, sweat glistening on his forehead as he fisted the sheets, tears collecting in the corner of his eyes at the sheer pleasure of it all. "Katashi." The other's name passed through his lips in one sharp gasp, his arms automatically reaching out to feel the other man closer. "Want it," he warbled out, looking up at the other man through his damp lashes, "Want you."

There was a certain satisfaction at the sound of Katashi choking out a moan. It pleased him that he was making the other feel good just as they were making him, and it deeply resonated with the side of him that wanted to be called a "good boy" during sex. Circling his arms around the other's neck as he nodded against the other's shoulder, the reaper gasped out, breath caught in his throat as he felt Katashi's hand circle his cock, "M'so good. So pretty. All for you."

He could feel the pressure building deep in his stomach, pure pleasure making him curl his toes and scratch Katashi's back, nails dragging down soft skin and leaving red marks in its wake. Spencer was sure he'd apologize for it later, but right now, all the florist could think about was how good everything felt. Angling his mouth so that he could draw the other for a sloppy kiss, the florist panted against the other's lips, nodding his head as he whispered a litany of "please" and "yes."

And just like that, Spencer's orgasm hit him like a truck, white-hot pleasure zinging down his spine as streaks of white colored their chests, goosebumps rising on his arms as his legs trembled and wrapped themselves around Katashi. With the way he could feel tears dripping down the sides of his face, the reaper was sure he looked like a mess right now, but none of that really mattered as he simply basked in his post-sex glow.

So far, Koichi had been quite gentle. Probably even more than he usually would be, unable to even admit it to himself at that moment, but deep down he felt like Spencer deserved every bit of that softness he'd showed. Spencer was magical, he was deep, he was nuanced. There was some sort of desperation in the healer to show the other that he saw all of that and appreciated it, even if the two barely knew each other. Sometimes you didn't need to know the other person to connect, though. Plenty of people live their whole lives surrounded with people they don't feel close to in any way. Sometimes it only takes an hour to feel like you've known someone forever.

At the same time, every little sound Spencer made while he writhed beneath him woke something animalistic in him. The press of his hand on the other's lower back became harder, his nails pressing deeper into the skin to create red lines as he repeatedly kneaded him, something to remember him by the next day. He didn't let up his pace even when he felt so dangerously close to his release. The first one, at least. He wanted to do this over and over again until the florist would be nothing but whimpers, too sensitive to continue. It'd be a long night for the two of them if Koichi got to decide.

"You'd want that, wouldn't you?" to feel him in his throat, he rasped with his own quickly drying throat from how much he'd panted by now. "To be filled to the brim, to be fucked until you can't think of anything else than how much you want more of it," his voice was lower than before and the closer he got to his own release, the more he wanted to continue. That'd always been him. Once he got a taste of the pleasure these moments brought him, he'd want it until it turned almost painful. The sound of their skin smacking against one another was music to his ears. The look of ecstasy on the other's face when he hit just the right spot with his sharp thrusts was addicting.

Spencer clenching down around him forced a choked out moan from him, his eyes locking with the florist's, intense. His hand moved down to fist the other's cock, push him just that little bit closer to the edge, his thumb rubbing the underside of his tip in apology that he'd neglected it for so long. "How could I say no when you say please so nicely?" his hips stuttered slightly and it was clear that he wouldn't last more than a few more desperate thrusts, his hand moving at the same pace on Spencer. "Such a pretty boy. I'd love to come in you," he murmured, leaning in to mouth at the other's jaw, sloppy and with teeth, couldn't even be counted as kisses as he stilled, quiet groans one after another leaving his throat as his cock throbbed inside the other, finally filling him up.

[spencer-ia]

A corner of Spencer's lips lifted at Hancock's antics, not at all offended by their actions. The reaper liked to think that they'd probably get along if the purpose of reapers weren't to literally guide souls to the afterlife. Shooting Merry a small smile and shaking his head to show that he didn't mind her brother's attitude, the reaper crinkled his nose as he playfully swatted her hand away.

"Don't make fun of a man's insecurities." It was a bit of an exaggeration on his part, but Spencer could admit that the baby fat from his earlier years never really left, and his cheeks could attest to that. At the question, the reaper simply shrugged his shoulders. On his part, he supposed that he was simply someone who knew very little about crystals and cards. He liked to believe that he appreciated them to an extent because all the shiny rocks and pretty decks often caught his eye, but he simply wasn't one to put any effort into reading up on them. "I suppose I believe in them, but only to an extent."

As Merry told her tale, Spencer couldn't help but step closer to the other, slowly reaching out to clasp their hand in his in a show of comfort. The reaper wasn't sure how to display it in any other way than physical touch. "If it means anything, I genuinely think you'll be a great mother. I feel like you'll toe the line between teacher, disciplinarian, and friend really well." Smile widening, he added in an attempt to lighten the mood, "The parents online trying out gentle parenthood won't even have anything on you."

Pausing at the question, Spencer pursed his lips as he considered it. "I think I do," he said slowly, "But I also know I want to have a family with someone I love wholly." Scratching his cheek in embarrassment as a blush crept up his neck, the reaper admitted, "I'm a bit of a romantic, but I approach love with the 'you don't find love, love will find you' mindset. So I've been single for a while now."

Tilting his head as he considered Merry, Spencer tentatively asked, "Have you found any donors you trust?"

gratitude for favors received (spencer & merry)

[spencer-ia]

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[spencer-ia]

Spencer blinked at the familiar name, his spoon of ice cream coming to an abrupt pause. "Jinki?" He asked out loud before a smile graced his features. It wasn't every day that two of the people in his circle actually knew each other, and the discovery made him almost giddy.

"How do you know that goof?" The shigofumi told horrible jokes and even the reaper could admit that he mostly laughed only because of the expectant look on the other's face every time they said a line. It was endearing as it was annoying. "Yeah, I know Jinki." In more ways than one, he'd like to add. But he wasn't sure if he was comfortable with Yongguk knowing about his sexcapades.

Finishing off the last of his ice cream, Spencer pointed the utensil at Yongguk, an idea suddenly coming to him. "Tell you what, you can try to play cupid. I'm like 80% sure he'll say yes to an outing with us three, anyway. Do you have any places you want to visit?" In all honesty, his invite was made so that he could create a tighter-knit circle. He supposed that dating was never completely off the table, but the reaper currently valued his platonic relationships more than anything else.

Yongguk was glad for the change in subject, speaking about feelings wasn’t as easy as other people made it seem but he did hope he got how thankful and grateful he was across to Spencer. “I mean I just remember you saying you’re immortal and Jinki is too, maybe you guys to live the rest of your lives together….though actually I take that back. Jinki seems like a playing, maybe he’s not good enough for you” As if he even had any say in any of it, Yongguk sat there deep in thought.

He raised another spoonful of ice cream in his mouth but paused at the sight of the cherry on top, he quickly took a napkin and discarded the bite before taking another napkin and wiping the spoon. He could then happily take another bite of his now melting ice cream.

Guk smiled at the sound of Spencer’s giggle. “What a flower boy? No way! I’m not 10 anymore! I would be the best man duh” He scoffed playfully. It was nice being able to let loose with Spencer again, he felt like a kid all over again, but that didn’t stop him from scanning the area around them. He could never be too careful and let down his guard fully.

[spencer-ia]

Turning his head instinctively as Hancock spun on the chair nearby, Spencer nodded at the other in greeting and offered them a smile. Most people were taught that the best way to deal with spirits was to simply not acknowledge them so they go away on their own. But it wasn't like this was a choice for the reaper, what with him being a guide for souls and all, so he's learned that the best way to deal with them was to simply be respectful unless provoked.

Quite literally waving away Merry's concern with a wave of his hand, the man was quick to reassure. "It's a good kind of tired, don't worry. It's fulfilling." Chasing after his own wants was still new to the reaper, and he sometimes had to sit down just to think about how he now had a dream that he wanted to work towards. "Not everyone can be as beautiful as you in the face of adversity, Merry."

His tone was joking, but the other's words made it even clearer just how "fine" Merry could seem even with the weight of what seemed to be the world on their shoulders. "Ah." The single syllable was soft with understanding. Merry didn't even have to explicitly state her current situation for Spencer to get it. The wistful look in their eyes, as well as the magazines, very much spoke for themselves.

"I'm not the biggest believer of crystals and cards and all that stuff, but I do think manifesting is just another word for basically... reminding yourself of what you want to achieve so you can work hard and keep your spirits up, y'know?" Shooting Merry a look, basically asking permission and gauging the other's reaction to see if this was a topic they could discuss more, Spencer carefully asked, "Has motherhood always been a dream for you?"

gratitude for favors received (spencer & merry)

[spencer-ia]

The other's warm smile made the corners of his lips want to turn upward, but he thankfully remembered that August was still a stranger. So rather than a full-blown grin of his own, the reaper could only offer the other a tight-lipped purse of his lips and a small nod. It made him look a bit like a cat trying to hide his interest in a treat that so obviously enticed him, but what he didn't know couldn't hurt him.

Crouching closer toward the now-fresh herbs, Spencer unconsciously let out a pleased hum as he gently carded his fingers through them, making sure that he didn't jostle the stem or pull on the leaves as he did so. "Thank you." He supposed it was the least he could say to someone who held his hand as he broke down. "Do you like your powers?" He supposed it wasn't the most normal question to ask someone since he was also aware that some people viewed gifts as burdens. And just because he was also the type to shoot his shot, he added, "Do you think they can grow well in other locations? And are you, by any chance, open to digging up one and selling it to me?"

Donning his gloves and digging through the soil using his hands rather than tools to prevent damaging the roots, Spencer perked up at the question. "I'm just taking one stem. I don't wanna take too much because it'd be rude." He wasn't aware of it, but he assumed that forests, despite technically being public property, had their own caretakers— some being races whose kind cared over the area for years, while others were simply self-appointed.

"And I own a flower shop." The words were said with such pride and fondness that the reaper practically glowed as he placed the stem of herbs in the small basket he brought. "Do you want to visit? You can meet my kids, and I can cook you dinner afterward. As a thank you."

a primrose path (spencer & august)

[spencer-ia]

Rolling his eyes even as his lips showed a hint of a smile, Spencer filed that little piece of information for later. The reaper had just found his love for maxi skirts, and if he was being honest, wearing heels and maybe a short skirt in the bedroom wasn't completely off the table for him. He was pretty sure that Joohyun would also be more than happy to direct him where he could buy said outfits.

Nodding at the other's reassurances, shoulders loosening just a bit, Spencer offered the other a small smile that showed just how grateful he was to the other. He wasn't in the right headspace to admit it right now, but he really did need someone to keep him from flying off the walls in panic right now, and the way that Katashi used humor as a buffer of sorts was very much appreciated.

Pausing as he considered the other's words, Spencer shrugged. There would be no harm in trying, after all. He's had the other's tongue in his mouth during the night of that neighborhood party, so a small peck wouldn't hurt anyone. Now, usually the florist would be much gentler with his actions, but desperate times call for desperate measures. So, grabbing the front of the other's clothes, the reaper pulled the other into a short kiss.

Automatically closing his eyes at the action, Spencer quickly pulled back before blinking down at himself. His first realization was that he was still in the ungodly Barbie heels, but he was now wearing his own clothes... albeit they were a lot more bimbo-fied, for a lack of better. This basically meant that his modest crew neck, white shirt was noticeably tighter and cropped, while his long black skirt was much, much shorter. God, he hoped that his ass wasn't out in this thing. He was lucky that Katashi's coat was long enough to cover what his bottoms couldn't, at least.

"I guess... it only half worked?" Trying his best to control the blush that he felt creeping up his neck at the implications, the florist turned to the direction the Katashi picked.

Looking left and right, Spencer couldn't help but remark, "I really am hoping that this whole thing blows over by 12 midnight or something." And in the privacy of his own mind, he reckoned that if the kiss thing worked, that could only mean that the other parameters in children's stories could also be applicable, right?

barbie girl (spencer & koichi)

[spencer-ia]

Simply raising an eyebrow at the other's choice of food, the reaper could only internally shrug his shoulders as he grabbed a bottle of water for himself as well as a chicken burger for each of them. Carbs always helped him sober up, and he was hoping that he could get Al to eat at least half of his just so that they were a bit more in control of their own physicality. Spencer would be more than fine with taking care of a drunk mirrorwalker, but he would very much not want to be dragged around like a rag doll because of whatever drunk fascination the other might have.

Paying for both of their items, Spencer led the both of them to an empty table in the corner of the store, placing the tray the worker gave him with their items as he took his seat. "Different people have different thresholds for things," he patiently explained, organizing their things on the table before them— placing the mirrorwalker's food nearer to them and his own choices nearer to him. "I got you a burger, by the way. It doesn't taste the best, but it could help you feel a bit more normal after those drinks at the bar."

Humming as he unwrapped his own food, already wiping his fingers at the tissues given to them as he's met with the grease that chicken burgers often came with, Spencer could only nod his head as he took a small bite. "Not everyone has the same approach to things as you." He paused, before quickly back tracking. "Actually, I'm 100% sure most people don't." Chuckling, finding the speed that he took back his words funny, Spencer continued, "Loneliness is a yearning for companionship, a want to be around someone you're completely comfortable in the presence of."

Motioning to the other as he took a sip of his drink, he prodded, an attempt for the other to further understand his point. "Are there things or people or even scenarios that you want to be near or happen? Regardless of whether it's something in your life in general or something specific in your job."

In the mirrorwalker’s case, ignorance was bliss. Most things flew past him at a speed he couldn’t even begin to comprehend and it made life easy for him, in a way; Alastair did not worry or dwell on things. He did not look into the past or the future, he was fully present at all times, existing only in the moment. Because of that, seeing someone troubled by the things in their lives made little sense to him.

But oftentimes the way he was made him a listener. Perhaps not a good one but a listener nonetheless. He shot one last suspicious look towards the odd bartender before they left the bar, his impression of such places growing worse by the minute. Glancing downwards at the other, he had a blank look on his face but one could tell by his eyes that he was wondering and pondering. “If you want,” he responded to the question about a store; Alastair was hardly hungry but he’d go with what the other wanted. Feeling slightly wobbly, he rubbed over his eyes to see more clearly.

At least convenience stores were a familiar sight to him. Once they entered, he knew where to go to get the snacks he’d been told were good quick fixes for hunger; energy bars and bananas for starters. Alastair had no actual concept of what one was supposed to eat and how often, all food tasted sort of bland to him which made eating as much of a dull daily task as folding the laundry. Which he didn’t do either.

“No reason to get lonely,” he said while he picked out an energy bar he liked the texture of, “it’s best to concentrate on the task at hand and forget about everything else.” Of course, those weren’t fully his own words but he believed in them. Alastair had never been one to do much but to sit and observe, imagining a whole life for himself while hardly moving from one spot to another. Spencer’s sudden question about him made the mirrorwalker pause, his eyebrows knitting so slightly one could hardly even notice. What did he think about? Who did he think about?

“Nothing,” he replied, which was mostly an honest answer. Alastair did not think much, not on purpose at least. He did not daydream or make up scenarios, he did not wonder about today’s lunch or tomorrow’s news. The only times he did think on purpose was when he’d watched Samantha in her apartment and imagined himself there too. Not only had he imagined it but he had fully convinced himself that was the life he had lived instead of doing so within the walls of the building. After picking a few bars, he walked over to the cans of soda because the way it bubbled in his mouth was fun even when it didn’t taste like much.

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"Of course," he said with a nod, seemingly easily accepting Lee Know's reason for why he left the country. He supposed that killing someone with your bare hands could be classified as something that "sucked." Tilting his head, the reaper listed off the top of his head the most basic flowers as well as their meanings. From roses to hyacinths to tulips, the reaper stated what each one meant and how their colors also changed the sender's intention.

He knew asking the other to recall it right off the bat was unfair, though, and the florist said just as much: "Now, I don't expect you to memorize all of these just yet. I'll bring resource material that you can flip through while you're at the shop so you can reference it while making pieces." Leaning closer to the other despite the table in between them, Spencer gave the other a deceptively friendly smile.

"What I'm more concerned about is your level of comfort while you're here. Do you want to be front-facing, or do you want to be mostly in the back? Because I'm pretty open to doing either, so you can choose which one you prefer." Flashing the other a smile once more, his eyes twinkling in what could only be categorized as a sly manner, he added, "We wouldn't want you to be put in a tight position again, after all. Those circumstances can be pretty deadly after all, no?"

That was exactly what Lee Know was like and he didn’t seem to have any plans on changing his angsty ways. It was almost like the Mirrorwalker was allergic to fun. Not the best candidate for a customer service job, but Spencer was the only person to accept his application (for reasons Lee Know had no idea).

Both eyebrows raised at the use of the slang term. Now Lee Know was not an old soul in the slightest, well, compared to some of the creatures that walked the Academy grounds. He was a mere century old, but even he thought it was weird to hear someone like Spencer say ‘bet’. He resisted laughing though, he had to be serious and brooding, that was his brand!

“Sure,” They said in response to getting practice arrangements before the real thing. “Ummm.. I’m Russian,” Lee Know answered as if that was a sufficient answer. Dark eyes shifted from his boss towards the flowers before he realised maybe he should elaborate.

“Like… I didn’t spend much time in Korea.. Uhh……. I left coz…,” Lee Know’s hesitancy in his voice was too obvious and a bit uncharacteristic of the Mirrorwalker who was supposedly a skilled liar. The thing was, he was constantly forgetting that Spencer knew the truth. His voice held out the last syllable as if he wondered if he should continue with his lie (that Spencer would immediately know was such) or speak the truth. Well, he wasn’t going to outright admit to murder in front of his new boss, even if that was true. The younger of the two looked away and fidgeted with his gloved hands. “It sucked,” Yep, he was just going to lie, very poorly this time too. “Yeah anyway, teach me the flower language or whatever it is, I’m listening,” He attempted to switch the topic, his eyes looking anywhere but Spencer’s.