#even more: kim kitsuragi's socks

[blankipur-blog]

CASE FILE: The Furies are at Home into the Mirror

[wulfhroth]

⸺ 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 : jebus

• what's your phone wallpaper: Kim Kitsuragi from disco elysium!

• last song you listened to: IGORRR - VERY NOISE

• currently reading: Nothing, even though I really should be

• last movie: Oh jesus good question. Er. Oppenheimer? I think? It's beena bit-

• what are you wearing right now?: Shirt, white hoodie, jeans, socks, underwear, glasses for my pc. Yeah

• how tall are you?: 5'8'

• piercings / tattoos?: None!

• glasses / contacts: Glasses (for pc)

• last thing you ate?: Mr Kipling angel slice-

• favorite color: Ourple!!

• current obsession: Getting into survival horror. At least, I think.

• do you have a crush right now?: I have a gf

• favorite fictional characters: Harrier Du Bois, Kim Kitsuragi (Disco Elysium), Legoshi (Beastars), Kiryu Kazuma, Majima Goro (Yakuza), Runar, Fray, Urianger, Emet Selch (FFXIV), Mr House, Arcade Gannon, Boone, Joshua Graham (Fallout NV), Josuke, Okuyasu, Giorno (JJBA), Mob, Reigen (Mob Psycho), Aegis, Junpei (Persona 3), Futaba, Ryuji, Yusuke (Persona 5), and many many many many many more! You'll find them out. DW.

• last place you traveled: Copenhagen, Denmark and yorkshire!!!!!

Tagged by: Stole it!

[voltadcmar]

❛ rough day today? ❜ ( gavin for kim!! )

Random dialogue prompts || accepting

The only thing Kitsuragi can do once the question hits is ears, gets absorbed into his brain, is to throw a devastating glance at his colleague - accompanied by an expression of deep, sincere displeasure written all over his features.

He knows there’s dirt clinging to his cheek - his forehead, his jaw perhaps - and he can see more dirt sticking to his bright orange bomber jacket, his cargo pants, his gloves. In fact, still moist mud is almost engulfing the whole of his military boots, and the wentess has already soaked into his socks, causing the whole experience to feel even more uncomfortable than it already is.

He suspects there may be a hole on his jacket, too - at the lower back somewhere.

But Kim forces himself to stay calm - works his jaw, clenching his teeth together, gritting molars against molars as he shoots daggers at the Detective from out of his dark brown irises before folding his hands onto the small of his back.

Inhales. Holding his breath. Exhales.

The Lieutenant’s willpower is made of iron - he can force his emotions to behave, his pride not letting him lose any of his composure while he absentmindedly scrapes the tip of his left boot across the floor, knocking it against the linoleum to get rid of some of the brown mass clinging to him.

“---The usual, Detective.”, is what he says then. “Chasing juvenile delinquents. Successfully arresting them. Solving the case - that’s what Officers do, after all.”

[voltadcmar]

Yes, it is anger - albeit subdued - that speaks when Kim asks the question into the room. He stands in the doorway of his colleague’s apartment, with his hands shoved into the pockets of his orange jacket; The light of the hallway behind him bleeding in from around his darkened frame. He has driven here right after finding out that the younger had left without him - causing them not to drive back to his place together, just as they had agreed upon a few days ago.

He’d known that something was up when he’d seen Harry making his way back toward his own apartment in a stance that screamed of inner frustration, tears running down his cheeks in waterfalls of emotions, only offering so much as a sad wave to the Lieutenant as their paths crossed. Somehow, Kitsuragi had suspected that it had something to do with his former partner, Vicquemare - and here Jean is, clearly crying, angered himself, close to boiling point even which unloads itself shortly after, followed with a choked-off sob and muttered apologies.

And the Lieutenant frowns, presses his lips together, then closes the door behind himself to cut them off from the nasty outside world. He takes a deliberate breath - sharp, measured - as he takes off his boots and jacket, places his shoes next to the door and his bomber on the clothes hook to his right.

Socked feet move much more quietly now as he steps through the small living room, closer toward Vicquemare. Seeing him this distressed hurts, of course - ever since they have gotten closer, emotions had attached themselves to the Lieutenant, causing him to feel things for the man that he hadn’t expected to feel - but Kim keeps his composed stance, with his hands folding onto the small of his back as he stands next to the couch, the larger man’s shivering frame, and watches his colleague shake and wipe his wet face with a calm expression.

Telling himself to let go of the initial waves of anger he’d experienced himself - from getting stood up, left behind without an explanation, and seeing his partner close to breaking point. Yes, Harry is still his partner, and he cares deeply for the man... just as much as he cares for Jean, which doesn’t make this any easier, actually.

“I’m not asking my fucking partner, Officer--...”, he starts, voice calm, steady, but with still a sharp edge to the corners of his otherwise soft tone, “--and I am asking you because I want to. You have stood me up, after all, just so you remember, Jean.”

In fact, Kim could have gone home and decide for the younger to make the first move, call him and apologize for whatever this is. But no, Kitsuragi is here, simply because he is worried (for both men) and actually cares about the one he has kissed and fucked with a couple of times by now.

@voltadcmar || prompts for emotionally stunted idiots

“  what the hell did you do?  ”

It was the end of the work day when it happened, and thank Delores for that. He's not sure he could've taken another minute of Harry. They had an argument in the parking lot on their way out. A screaming match, although it was mainly Jean yelling at Harrier. He wasn't sure what started it, even now, slouched on his couch, tears streaming down scarred cheeks.

He forgot Kim was coming over that night. They would've rode together if he didn't abruptly decide to walk home.

"Why don't you ask your fucking partner..." Vic muttered, trying to dry his tired eyes with his sleeve. He winced when he spoke. He was talking to Kim, not Harry. And Kim in no way deserved the ire he felt towards that man.

Jean always tried to watch his mouth around the lieutenant, tried to bite his tongue when he got upset with Harry. He deliberately didn't bring Harry up when they spent time together. He didn't want to get between them as much as he didn't want Kim to get caught up in his and Harry's issues. " I'm sure he'll *remember.*" Vic furrowed his brow, resting his head in his hand and shaking it. He didn't want to do this, he didn't want to snap or in front of him.

"I can't, Kim, I fucking can't." He chokes out a sob soon after, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he doesn't want to unload on him like this. He doesn't deserve it.