#I love writing these two c:

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--resilientRust [RR] began trolling chronicallyMousy [CM]--

--resilientRust [RR] began trolling chronicallyMousy [CM]--

RR: Howdy, miss ma'am. You got a minute?

CM: ...of course...

CM: ...you didnt beat up another werewolf did you?...

RR: Haha, nah, nothing like that tonight.

RR: Just feeling powerful hivesick tonight. I really took my desert for granted.

RR: It was always quiet and peaceful, not a soul around except your last moirail.

RR: Stars in the sky shining bright and beautiful like nothing you've ever seen.

RR: I miss it. I miss home. This city life ain't doing it for me. I'm a country gal, pupated and raised. This city's starting to feel like just another cage.

RR: I didn't realize just how much this place sucks until I came back from getting Pa to stop waiting for me and leave. It felt so good to be back there, and now being back here just.

RR: I hate it here. I fucking hate it here.

CM: ...im s-sorry... )//:3 ...i can imagine how you feel... ...if i had to leave the forest and s-stay in the city... i would have a terrible time adjusting...

CM: ...itll get better... though... ...its not the desert you grew up in... but its not all bad... right?... ...it has to be nice not having to ride forty-five minutes each way every couple of weeks for necessities...

CM: ...and theres a lot more to do in the city than when you were out in the desert... ...theres a mall... a movie theater... lots of places to shop and eat...

RR: I appreciate what you're saying, but this place will never feel like home. Not like I knew it.

CM: ...thats true... ...itll never be like the desert... but that doesnt have to be a bad thing... ...if nothing else... youre s-somewhere youre s-safe from being found or turned in...

CM: ...just keep giving it time... ...it wont feel like a cage forever... (//:3

RR: It does when I'm not safe outside of it. Even when they eventually give up trying to find me

RR: Which could be sweeps from now

RR: I'm never going to be safe outside of here except at you or Dan's hives, and I can't go to either of y'all's hives too often or I could lead trouble to you.

RR: God, and there's so many fucking bars and shit here. I've got so much more free time since I lost my job that I'm going insane.

CM: ...is there an alcoholics anonymous or s-something there?...

RR: Nope. I tried finding one first thing after I got settled, and I don't know shit about starting one.

RR: Watching tv and going through the same fucking textbooks over and over gets real old after a while.

CM: ...maybe you could join a gym?... ...i remember you had a bunch of weights and equipment at your old hive... ...s-since you dont have room for any of that anymore... going to a gym is s-something constructive you can do...

CM: ...you like working out and exercising... ...maybe you can even take darius once in a while s-so you two can hang out more...

RR: I have been getting a little soft lately. Maybe I'll look for one. Pushups, situps, and squats at home only do so much maintenance.

CM: ...exactly...

RR: Maybe I'll take you with me. It could be a nice bonding experience.

CM: ...i dont know about that... ...im not the most athletic or s-strong... S//:3

RR: All the more reason to go, and if anyone gives you shit I'll break their spine.

CM: ...please dont s-start fights... especially not for my s-sake... ...losing your temper is what started all this in the first place...

RR: Relax, you know I'm only joking.

CM: ...are you...

RR: I'm mostly joking. Like ninety percent joking.

CM: |//:3

RR: Don't gimme that face. I promise I won't fight anyone.

CM: ...you know... s-since you have a lot of time now... you could give therapy a try... ...you dont have to go in person... ...a lot of them do virtual appointments... and ive been researching trauma therapists that s-specialize in working with trolls with PTSD and other issues...

RR: I told you I'm not going. And I don't have PTSD. And even if I do, it's not that serious.

CM: ...yes it is... and you need to s-stop denying it... ...im just trying to help you... and believe me when i s-say it would help you a lot...

RR: I. Don't. Need. It.

RR: End of story. Keep it up and I'm signing off.

CM: ...okay... ...im s-sorry... ...i wont bring it up again...

RR: Thank you. That's all I'm asking for.

RR: I'll start looking for a gym, but I can't spend every night there. That's still not gonna be enough to really keep me busy and out of trouble.

CM: ...maybe you can get another job...

RR: Like what? I don't have any working experience except fighting and fight-related shit.

RR: I don't have the patience for working with the public either. We know I don't. First time someone gives me a little too much lip I'll hop the counter.

CM: ...yeah... you would... )//:3

CM: ...what about a warehouse or a factory job?...

CM: ...theyre fast paced... you dont have customers to deal with... and they pay well... ...they also have long hours... and usually only have you work four days a week... s-so youd s-still have time for other things...

RR: How do you know so much about factory and warehouse jobs? Have you worked one before?

CM: ...no... ...when you first told me what happened to your job... i s-started looking up other jobs for you...

RR: Well that's mighty kind of you. I'm surprised you didn't tell me about them long before now.

CM: ...i was working through my own issues... not to mention the time ive been s-spending with varoll... ...plus... i had a mountain of commissions i needed to catch up on...

CM: ...it s-slipped my mind for a while...

RR: Well, better late than never. I'll see if there's anything close I can apply to. Considering there's a lot of other felons here and a lot of anti-empire sentiment, hopefully they won't sell me out.

CM: ...just be extra... extra careful...

RR: I'm planning on it. Don't worry your pretty little head about that.

CM: (//:3

CM: ...if you want... i can head out there and visit...

RR: I don't think meemaw would want that since she can't fit in my apartment, and I know we'd both feel awful leaving her all alone outside.

RR: Tell you what. I'll come to you instead. How's that sound?

CM: ...s-sounds good to me... ...when are you planning on coming over?... o//:3

RR: Shoot, I can head over right now. I ain't doing nothing but sitting around looking ugly.

RR: It shouldn't take me longer than thirty minutes to get to you. I just filled Cherry up last night, so she's good to go.

CM: ...okay... ...ill make us s-something to eat...

RR: Sounds good to me. See you soon. <>

CM: ...s-see you s-soon... <>

--resilientRust [RR] gave up trolling chronically Mousy [CM]--

[yes-no-maybe-soo]

As painful as this moment in chapter 4 of Sylus' tour memo is — them playing the same music as in his myth over this scene fucked me up so bad — I also think it's... actually beautiful, and even uplifting when viewed from Sylus' perspective. B/c the one person in his life that has always mattered, the only one who's opinion is of value to him, his literal bonded soulmate... no longer views him as a monster.

She no longer looks at him the way she did in LAR, when she was too afraid of and disgusted by him to be able to resonate.

Instead, much like in the myth, she now sees and appreciates what truly lies beneath the imposing exterior: a kind, beautiful, misunderstood soul.

She is once again the one who gazes into his jewel-like eyes, who embraces his burning soul, and who sings to him in the night wind

[goosewizard]

it is the second time ranboo is hiding an eye from tubbo, and he forgot how terrible he is at it. they managed to keep it a secret for this long, though, so he can't stop now. they know his preferred eye size, managed to find out his preferred ring size without causing too much suspicion (they think), and today is the day. tubbo should be home any minute now.

oh, they're gonna throw up.

everything is going to be perfect, it has to be. he's rehearsed what he's going to say, how they're going to kneel, even practiced putting the ring on with michael (who is being the best little secret-keeper right now), so it's going to be fine. it's tubbo, how could it not be?

the door unlocks and ranboo promptly drops the box he'd been fiddling with.

he dives after it (quite heroically, one might say), forgetting that he is very tall and the floor is very far away. they land pretty hard on their shoulder but manage to keep the box from view of the door, which opens just in time for ranboo to gain some additional bodily harm as sweet michael all but tramples them to greet the man at the door.

scratch that. the bastard at the door.

because tubbo is doubled over cackling, wheezing something about family guy while he watches ranboo struggle to their feet. they should really reconsider marrying this guy. not even a ‘hello’, a ‘how are you’, an ‘are you ok’, this could be serious, tubbo could seriously be planning their demise. marriage is a lives-long commitment, ranboo can't just pick some guy who's gonna axe them for the insurance money. the guy in question scoops michael up and spins him around while the toddler shrieks in delight.

yeah, okay, plan’s still on.

speaking of, michael is whispering in tubbos ear prime dammit. ranboo suavely (read: panicking) plucks their kid out of tubbo's hands with a haha kids these days amirite and shoos michael off to play. they turn around and tubbo's smirking. aw man. he strolls up to them, grinning ear to ear saying darling, dearest, what is this plan that michael tells me about in that tone where he knows exactly what plan they have. ranboo groans as tubbo dances around them, going awww ranboo you like me so much you want to co-parent with me forever awww with that same shit-eating grin because he knows he's right. the situation would be more frustrating if ranboo wasn't head-over-heels for the man (literally, as of about a minute ago). they suppose he never explicitly said that the secret was to be kept from tubbo. hrm.

welp, cat's out of the bag and tubbo's not gonna get any less insufferable about it, so he may as well just do it. ranboo looks tubbo in his eyes (he's wearing one of the first ones they made for him) and steadily gets on one knee. tubbo's being very composed, but his little goat tail's going a mile a minute. it offers ranboo a sense of relief. its tubbo, and with any luck, it'll always be tubbo.

they begins their speech, only stumbling over their words a few times and keeping easy eye contact with tubbo for the duration. when they get to the part with the ring and almost drop the dang box again, tubbo laughs harder than is really necessary, giddy about the whole thing. they're both smiling hard when ranboo asks tubbo underscore, will you marry me? for real this time and opens the box.

not to brag, but they really knocked it out of the park. inside the box is a simple and sturdy copper ring with a honeycomb pattern etched in. there is also an eye, made of quartz and diamond with a netherite pupil shaped like a heart.

tubbo honest-to-prime squeals and drags ranboo in for one of those kisses where it’s all teeth because they can’t stop smiling. he says yes, of course. the ring is on in an instant and tubbo dashes to the nearest mirror to put the new eye in, asking a million questions about how much this cost and how’d they sculpted it like that and if he can have one of lapis or amethyst next. michael trots over to the commotion and is promptly scooped up by tubbo who tells him michael youre not going to be part of a broken home anymore. ranboo points out that the home in question was never broken in the first place, which his fiancee (!) ignores.

as he watches his husband-to-be show off his ring and eye to their son, ranboo thanks whoever is up there that this is who he gets to spend his days with. to have and to hold, to bicker over flowers and colors, in sickness and in health, in war and in peace, theyll be together, ranboo and tubbo, against the world.

part 1 | part 2

[queenofbaws]

I just imagined, what if Chris and Sam were siblings? Siblings or step-siblings, Idk, but it's up to you 🤭 (I hope I'm not too late!!!)

It wasn't until he swallowed that he noticed The Way she was looking at him, and oh. Oh.

He did not care for that.

With the calculated movements of a man navigating a landmine testing field, Chris lowered the cookie from his mouth. Set his hand on the table. Watched every itty-bitty twitch of Sam's smug, awful face. Waited.

And, because apparently comedic timing was genetic, she popped her eyebrows and sweetly asked, "Good, huh?" right as he asked, "So that was poison, wasn't it?"

The kitchen table was silent, silent, silent as they sat there staring at each other - her with her hands gathered demurely beneath her chin, him with a suspicious cold sweat beginning to prick at his temples. Neither wanted to be the first to fold (that would mean losing), neither wanted to be the first to repeat themselves (that would also mean losing), but God. God! He had to know!

"It...was...fine..." he began, glancing down to the (no getting around it) mostly-devoured cookie, turning it over in his hand so he could better examine the lumps of dried cranberries, the dark squares of chocolate, the -

Wait.

His eyes snapped back up to hers, and there it was - the grin, the goddamn glee. Chris threw the sliver of cookie to the table and proceeded to gag huge, retching dry-heaves, mostly fake until he freaked his system out and very nearly hurled for real. "Did you feed me something vegan, you monster?!" he managed, and that's when Sam stood, walking around the table to pat him on the back...and gloat.

Mostly to gloat.

"Carob chips and flax eggs, bitch," she teased in a voice way too low for Mom or Dad to catch even if they did rush in at the sound of his misery. "Wanna know the best part? If I hadn't said anything...you never would've figured it out. Uh oh. Better sleep with one eye open, because the v-card's coming for you."

"Don't say it like that," he groaned, slapping her hand away. "For the love of God, Sam, say it any other way than that!"

[joelscruff]

the next boyfriend's dad!joel is filthy yall. literally blushing reading some of this back lmao

[spaciebabie]

see i absolutely despise jimmy (and curly) as a character(s) but as a literary freak i can appreciate the way hes used as a story device with his relationship to curly. i could type this more eloquently but currently ive had a glass of champagne and i havent drank in like 6 months so my tolerance is low so forgive my writing but. jimmy cannibalizing curly. yeah.

theres multiple messages here, theres the message that jimmy is doing what curly (assumedly) did to get into his position and, employing another metaphor, taking the "dog eat dog world" saying to heart. and literally. devouring his competition. or maybe curly didnt do that. and thats what jimmy thinks curly did and so he aims to do the same. choose whichever one you like more they're both interesting storywise.

theres the message where jimmy "consumes" curly in some twisted expression of love. devouring curly so that he remains a part of him, an expression that he is the gold star captain and something to aspire to. admiration for something he'll never be and so he chooses to consume him in order to potentially absorb some of his skill or become more like him.

and then there is curly sitting there helplessly being devoured. its something he has no say in, not something that he chose to happen to him, its something hes become swept up in. he becomes devoured by jimmy in the literal sense of cannibalism, but also in the sense that he became so absorbed in his friendship w/jimmy he ignored his wrongdoings and ultimately led to anya's assault as well as the death of the whole crew.

curly and jimmy intertwined so that one is always consumed by the other. curly in a literal sense, jimmy in a more psychological one. i mean like its really quite crazy they did the "im consumed with thoughts about this guy and want to be him so i must literally consume him" thing quite well. when examining mouthwashing's narrative you find new things to admire every time. each little story element has a place in creating a wonderfully complex and heartbreaking story. its very well done and honestly something to aspire to from the perspective of someone who enjoys studying/writing literature.

all of this is to say i think that there should be more art of jimmy covered in blood and engaging in this cannibalism like the stupid little leech he is

[bonesbuckleup]

I write YA. I love writing YA. I love my shitty teens thinking they know how the world works and the dawning horror when they realize how wrong they are but keep trying anyway. However the problem with writing YA is that you gotta play by YA rules, which means abiding loosely by the same definitions of PG-13 movies. Which is all well and good, until you remember that means more or less, at most, you get 2-3 fuck words max.

Choosing where to drop those?

Maddening.

[blockmenobsessedperson]

“Why are you always wasting away in your room on your phone all day?” My guy, I’m obsessing over fictional block men. Tis is not a waste… I MEAN LOOK AT THEM I JUST WANNA SOAHDODBDIDHDODHSO THEYRE SO TRAUMATIZED I NEED TO SQUEEZE THROUGH MY SCREEN AND JUST SQUISSHHH THEM IN A HUG EVEN THOUGH THEY WOULD PROBABLY PUNCH ME

[chrissdollie]

lowk thinking abt leaving this fandom 😞

[space-writes]

seven sentences tag

tagged by @noblebs, thank you! today i have more kinktober progress, ft the Nydallas playing with their food:

[ID - a purple and black decorative divider]

Iphis’ blade digs into the soft place beneath his jaw, tipping his head back. The prick of metal sends a hot flash racing through him, and he can’t suppress a shudder not entirely born of fear. Minisstra’s lips curve—not quite a smile, but something so close that Zeth’rinn suddenly wants to know what would make it one, what he could do to please her.

“Interesting,” Minisstra says. “Disrobe him.”

The rapier flashes down, across, up; back and forth and back, each slice so skilled and so fast he can’t follow the motion with anything but his ears. His breath comes shallow as his shirt falls away in ragged ribbons. Blood trickles down his stomach, and he waits for the next strike, which will surely take more than his clothing.

[ID - a purple and black decorative divider]

no-pressure tagging @ceph-the-ghost-writer @viscerawrites @thegreatobsesso and @zmwrites

[andy-clutterbuck]

The Murmuring | 2022

[teecupangel]

I'm just here to stir drama, so here goes: Temple makes timelines go wroom, so a kid Desmond ends up in Renaissance Italy and gets mistaken for Ezio's bastard. Ends up being raised with Ezio as his father. Fast forward to journey to Constantinople, and using the disks drops both Ezio and Desmond into Crusades era, just after Altaїr becomes a Mentor. Now, the usual Altaїr/Desmond shenanigans start... But Ezio is being an overprotective dad.

Okay, say we have Desmond booted into Renaissance Italy around 10-ish years old. That would make him old enough to understand that he can’t return home and also give us a little leeway as this is a Desmond who probably don’t like training all that much yet still believed that the Templars are out to get them and is doing his best to make Bill go “good job son” at him which would make Ezio being a good father to him crush our hearts. Now, you didn’t specify which time in Ezio’s life we’re going to make him a surprise dad, I will assume we are going for Brotherhood as that is the most stable time of Ezio’s life. He won’t be too focused on his path to vengeance, and he has a good support system with his recruits, Claudia, Machiavelli, and La Volpe. Also, this way, Maria would be more ‘responsive’ than if we kick Desmond in AC2 timeline.

Also, also, making it set during Ezio’s time as a mentor in Rome would ensure that he gets to be with Desmond a lot. If we set this in AC2, Desmond would be left in Monteriggioni for his own protection and, while that would give us more angst moments, we want Desmond and Ezio to ‘grow’ together as father and son. Maybe even make Ezio be an overly protective father because he still sees Desmond as his baby boy no matter how old Desmond gets.

And now!

Here come the maths! (yey, math)

Now, since we want Ezio to have a stable-ish life so he would have time for Desmond, I propose we have them meet in 1503, specifically a few weeks or so after Ezio retrieved the Apple from the Borgias and has been a mentor for a month or so (maybe September-ish?). Anyway, this would mean that, by the time they get to Constantinople, it will be 1511.

If Desmond is 10 years old in 1503, that would make him, 18ish years old by the time they reach 1511 which means we’re safe!

AND! You did specify you want an Altaïr who just became the mentor so we’re placing this right smack in the middle of Bloodlines!

Yeah, let’s give 26-year-old Altaïr a bisexual crisis in a middle of a Templar occupied Cyprus. That sounds fun!

Also, since this is an Altaïr who hasn’t studied the Apple yet, he would be skeptical of Desmond and Ezio explaining to him that they had been transported by a power of an artifact similar to his Apple but he does believe they’re Assassins from another place, especially after seeing how they did not lose their finger even though they could use a Hidden Blade with such mastery (and Ezio DEFINITELY saw the way he held his son’s hand a litttlleee too long just to check the Hidden Blade). Also, since this is set in Bloodlines, Altaïr has no idea where the memory seals that supposedly transported them are from (since Altaïr only learned of them during his exile in Alamut) which means we have an excuse for them not to find the memory seals!

And now the Bloodline storyline gets shaken up because, let’s face it, Ezio would definitely push Altaïr into making a branch in Cyprus and there’s also the budding romance between Altaïr and Desmond that Ezio… Ezio has complicated feelings for.

Unorganized Notes:

Ezio thinks Altaïr is a good man and he can’t help but try to support him (and sometimes gets carried away and act like he’s mentoring his successor) BUT Desmond is his son, his baby, the apple of his eyes… He promised himself that he would be supportive of whoever Desmond wants to be with but, but, but… him? Really? Him? O dio mio, give him strength.

Altaïr starts as a bit cold to them. He’s trying not to be rude since this is an Altaïr that had went thru his AC1 character development but he’s used to working alone so it’s easier for him to lose his cool when Ezio questions his decisions. He also loses his cool whenever Desmond is nearby but for a very different reason.

Also, Altaïr is a bit jealous of Desmond because he sees how easy and happy his father-son relationship is with Ezio and he can’t help but wonder if he and Umar would have had such a relationship if Umar had lived. He can’t hate Desmond though because… it’s Desmond. Altaïr can’t explain it any other way.

Let’s remember that we are going for kid!Desmond so he doesn’t have any memories of the Animus or who Altaïr is. To him, Altaïr is the cool statue back in Villa Auditore. Seeing him in the flesh was pretty cool. Realizing he can be quite adorable is what made Desmond like him.

The first time Ezio heard Desmond call Altaïr adorable, he had to do a doubletake because… what.

Maria is in Cyprus too and she takes one look at Altaïr and Desmond and went “Oh.” When she learned Ezio is Desmond’s father, she looked at him with pitying eyes. Ezio just smiles.

Okay, Ezio isn’t totally against the whole thing (and it is pretty funny seeing Altaïr being incapable of standing against Desmond’s smile) but… well, he also knows how Altaïr’s life goes thanks to the Codex. He knows Altaïr is meant to fall in love with Maria Thorpe (who they’ve met) and he’s worried about how this entire thing would hurt Desmond. At the same time, he couldn’t help but support Desmond because this makes him happy. He’s giving Altaïr a hard time because of that fear and also because, as Desmond’s father, that is his right.

Desmond also knows about the Codex, btw. He’s just been raised with the Auditore audacity and doesn’t give a fuck about it. He’s been raised by Ezio and her Zia Claudia still has a lot of close courtesan friends so Desmond is putting all that ‘observation’ to use to… well… seduce Altaïr. Yeeeaaahhhh. Ezio thinks he’s pure and innocent, nope. Desmond is definitely trying to seduce Altaïr with the subtlety of a high-class courtesan.

Have I talked about how Desmond is Altaïr’s bidisaster awakening? Yeah? Altaïr gets the memo earlier on and, really, it’s more on the side of how he’s unsure how to act around dudes (or, in this specific situation, a specific dude) he likes.

Oh, the tragedy of not having Malik in this one. No one has to suffer thru Altaïr’s bidisaster awakening rambling. I mean, I guess we can go for Maria instead, and Maria’s just “??? Why are you telling me all this??? We’re enemies???” and Altaïr is just “Are we though?”, unintentionally making Maria question if she is even a Templar anymore which Altaïr sorta ignores because he’s having his own crisis at the moment, thanks.

Anyway, AltDes happens, Maria kinda joins the group as more of the reluctant ally, Ezio accidentally starts an Assassin branch in Cyprus and…

Malik gets a headache when he read Altaïr’s report.

Oh! And Ezio gets his retirement as the father of the mentor's lover. Happy ending!

[queenofbaws]

hiii! hope you’re having a nice weekend :) could you write anything for ash x jess please ? <3

Oh, she hated games like these...she absolutely hated them, because no matter what was asked or who was doing the asking, what it came down to was always the same: Lying or being embarrassed in front of everyone.

Her two least favorite things.

"Never have I ever..." Hannah started, dragging each syllable out to buy herself some time, "...kissed...a...girl."

And the circle went nuts - there were a few jokes shouted as people put their fingers down or left them up, things like "Yeah, that tracks," or "Oh please, you're not fooling anyone;" there were wolf-whistles and cheers; there was so much laughter she thought she might combust; and, as she left her own finger up, Ashley thought her face might literally catch fire, she was blushing so hard.

She never could've gotten away with lying, not with everyone looking at her like that, so instead of watching them react, she lowered her eyes to the floor, and...and that was probably why she didn't notice Jess scootch in beside her.

Without warning, there was a hand tipping her chin back, a pair of glossy lips sliding across hers; "Now you have," Jess smiled against her mouth, pressing one last bubblegum-flavored kiss to the corner of her lips before pulling back, basking in the hoots and whoops of the group as Ashley struggled to remember how to breathe.

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

[twicethetrouble]

Chapter 7 everyone!

[affluent-havoc]

Naegami Fluff and/or Shenanigans 18

Makoto has an absolute grudge against mouthwash and Byakuya just doesn't understand any of it.

Basically, as a kid, Makoto's parents decided one day to try and get more healthy with their dental hygiene. I like to believe that Makoto's parents are the type to follow trends like "Oh, honey. There's this new mouthwash everyone's raving out. We should totally try it!". Or, maybe instead of mouthwash, it was something else. However, they had to settle for the cheaper stuff because they aren't forking over half of their earnings for this. Also, side note, I just feel that Makoto's parents sometime get suckered into fads too. It's not like they MEAN to, but still. Regardless, with this mouthwash brough, Makoto got some unsavory memories he doesn't wanna think about like crying like a little baby which makes him embarrassed because of the cringe. He also doesn't give me the energy that he cried too much as a kid so this just stuck with him a lot BECAUSE he happened to cry from this. Or maybe, Makoto just accidently swallowed the mouthwash and went to the ER or something! However, luck has it that no, he is not going to be able to never think about this again because Byakuya's now looking at him with an all-knowing glare and it's back with the mouthwash all over again. It all started with Byakuya picking up on some of Makoto's dental habits which led him just to bluntly claim one day that Makoto had gingivitis and he can tell. Which Makoto is... upset to know that yes. The heir was right on this assessment and also "Oh crap... this isn't going to go well for me." Which, yeah. This is a complete negative for Makoto in his eyes. Every time Makoto uses the mouthwash Byakuya's provided (which it is of course, quite expensive), he always makes a little noise of disgust like "Ew! gross" or "Bleh! This is so awful..." which Byakuya doesn't get at all. It doesn't help that Byakuya could chug a whole bottle of Brown Listerine and feel nothing about it. But, anyway, Makoto hates the mouthwash, Byakuya supervises Makoto and stalks him like a hawk, Makoto constantly complains while Byakuya explains that "This is important." and "Stop whining. It solves nothing". This cycle ends up going on for a while though Byakuya "isn't going to baby sit him forever" which then leans to rebellion! Aka, Makoto slowly tries to be sneaky and stop using the product over time. Makoto treats the situate like he's Solid Snake stealthing about though he's very obviously not subtle and gets caught in less than a week. However, Byakuya feels a bit merciful after all of this. And tired. That too. I can see them finding some sort of compromise and maybe Makoto apologizes for acting so strongly against it all when he knows he can handle it. Maybe Byakuya also reevaluates his role too and how he probably shouldn't have just forced this all on Makoto. Taking it slow was probably the better fit for the both of them anyway. Idk. Feel it should end well for them. ALLLSO an additional little bit that is not related to most of this post but is here anyway cus I feel like it: Makoto also does the "Bleh!" noise or other adjacent vocalizations whenever he trips up a sentence or messes up a word really bad. Byakuya also doesn't get why Makoto does this either. For him, it's just like, "Why are you making weird noises? Just pause and restart the sentence." It just makes sense in Makoto's mind though so the heir is in a perpetual state of never getting any of this.

[aletheialed]

"Oh, Runo! It's so good to see you! Did you enjoy the tea I made?"

Iris beams as she greets Ryunosuke with an infectious kind of cheerfulness, one that seems to have made its home in her lately - though she's always been a rather cheerful child. Right now, Herlock is busy with something or another, so it's just the two of them at the moment - but to Iris, Runo is practically family at this point, anyway.

She was overjoyed when she learned he'd be staying in London - to be honest, the thought that he might one day go away again had kept her up at night sometimes. Maybe it was a selfish thing to worry about, and she knew that, but... after living with him for so long, wasn't it only natural to feel that way a little? Well, anyway, it turns out she didn't have to worry so much after all. Though right now, Iris has something else on her mind that she wants to ask him about.

"I wanted to talk to you about something, if you don't mind. Are you busy?"

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