#sloth ⋮ kihoon park ⌜ default verse. ⌟

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". . . Did you get their names?" Please tell him you didn't kill them, Kamui. There are better ways to deal with jealous harlots.

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A cigarette hung limp in his lips, slow steps towards the nearest train station slowed to a halt upon being called to.

"I survived this long wit'out a knight in shining armor, what's one more night without one?"

" 'M afraid I can't let someone as beautiful as you wander around without someone protecting you." He was laying it on thick but he didn't care. He was going to make sure they were protected, it was dark at night after all.

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"Wow, nice huge boobs. i mean those're some serious honkers. A real set o' badonkers. You're packin' some dobonhonkeros in tha' shirt. massive dohoonkabhankoloos. Some big ol' tonhongerekoogers."

"I know this lady whose got even bigger bonkhonagahoogs. Humungous hungolomghnonoloughongous!"

@jiraipink pls kill this heathen @lostusagis

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"I'm super cute, who wouldn't wanna me t' take 'em to heaven for an hour?" He still doesn't understand that you're not allowed to sleep with clients. Just date.

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"O.M.G~! A real sexual deviant!"

Hands shoot up to his chest, long, faux lashes bat rapidly as he 'whines' as if swooning. "Wow, Mr. Policeman, you're so open 'n romantic. Don't be upset when it turns out I'm packin' more heat then you, bottom." His voice heightened, a sultry whisper no more as he mocked his prospective customers bluntness.

"30 minutes. Pick a good safe word. If you do anythin' I don't like, I'll make you squeal like a pig. If I don't like your kink, I'm walkin'. I'm chargin' you UPFRONT an' you pay for the room." Kihoon leaned over, grey, listless eyes searching for at least an inkling of falsehood. He was no lie detector, not like Her, but he found it easier to figure out truths about someone when laid bare and entangled.

"Easy deal, righ'?"

Their insistence on him choosing someone else only made Sougo all the more eager to request them. It was taking every bit of him to not let his irritation completely take over, lest he make the one in question damaged goods.

Although, at the confession he was given... it'll only result in a slight eyebrow raise.

''Why does that matter? I'll still enjoy thoroughly disciplining you in every shape and form whether you have a dick or not.''

Sure, most of the people he's slept with have been women. But that was solely due to the fact that he's yet to find many guys that grabbed his interest. This brat in particular, he was eagerly looking to have fun with. ''Are you really this much of a pain in the ass to every customer that shows interest in you? Maybe if you behaved like a good little toy for once, you'd get rewarded.''

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An attempt to sneak out of a one-night stands house has failed spectacularly. Kihoon's hoodie almost slipped out of his arms. "... No, thanks, man." He cleared his throat. Fingers brushing through the mop of tussled hair in the dimly lit room.

Don't look down. Don't look down. "I'm uh..." His eyes, of course, trailed down. "Gonna go."

He blinks, looking over his shoulder. "Hey, I wanted a midnight snack. Want some?" He had a slight smile on his lips, hands steady as he moved the pan around the heat just a little.

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"Your best friend? Yours? Tuh." His face scrunched. Eyes rake over the entirety of Kamui. Drab clothes, ugly colours, unflattering shape... All in greys and black. Namida was too kind to let any of her friends go out in something like that.

"You sure 'bout tha'? I ain't seen you 'round." As if he hasn't just come back from abroad. "Issa MEME. I quoted a damn MEME... 'sides, she's seen mine, 's fine." His fake boobs that he's thrown across the room, he means.

"Aish... No way she's friends wit' someone like you."

''What do you mean I'm acting crazy? You're the one who kept talking about her breasts, being all gross and annoying. I'm just trying to defend someone who's my best friend.'' He was clearly getting defensive over this.

''Am I not allowed to want my best friend to be respected just because I'm not dating them? You're just trying to justify how disgusting you are, huh? Don't talk about her like that and I won't get mad. I don't care what you say. Go be ugly and disgusting with someone else.''

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Kihoon turned to look at Kamui, eyes wide as he spoke slowly, like a caveman. Just for the Yato to understand. "You. Destroy. Company. Property. You. Make. Nami-chan. Look. Bad."

"I'm goin' there t' work. As a rental girlfriend, or whatever. I gotta be all catty an' friendly t' get 'nough info t' get their asses fired, disgraced an' blacklisted. Tha' much should be fine." He wasn't going to commit mental or chemical warfare.

Yet.

"'sides, ya can see her after work. I'll send ya pictures o' her t' tide ya over."

''Huh. . . . ?'' Upon being told to not visit Namida, confusion fills his features not knowing the reason for it.

''Why? I don't have long before I have to leave again, you know. And I wanna see what exactly you're planning to do.'' Kamui didn't like his time with Namida being stolen away.

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"Yeah you are. In fact, ain't a ring on 'er finger an' you're actin' crazy. Kinda bullshit 's tha'?" And as far as Kihoon was concerned... Kamui was a possessive STALKER.

Huh. Someone eager to fall in battle. Someone considered ugly... If Kihoon was considered ugly to him, he wasn't talking about Canon. Surely he wasn't comparing the two of them. "... I ain't the one tryin'a monopolize somebody I ain't datin'. Tha's pretty lame. Sounds like SIMP behaviour. Like a lame ass stalker."

''I'm not.... controlling her. You're honestly really pissing me off. I just wanna protect her.'' He'd look over at Kihoon's neck then back at his gaze, eyes narrowed.

''Your eagerness to let me kill you is kind of making me suspicious, it's reminding me of someone else.... can't remember her name but she was really ugly. A lot like you actually.''

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"'re you bored or stupid? 's life jus' borin' without controllin' everythin' 'bout Nami-chan? 'ere, do it." Kihoon tugged his turtleneck collar down, baring his thin neck for Kamui to snap, if he so wished. "See how quick you drop like a bag o' rocks."

''So... you're asking me to break your neck instead? I know I don't own her, but I don't like you talking about her like that.''

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Humans really did put out every bit of information about themselves on the internet. Then again... The amount of Amanto rental girlfriends were on the increase... And the blogger was an otaku Amanto. "Gooootcha..." Their photos alone could give him a lead on where to find their social media profiles but this blogger really made his job that bit easier with their FULL names.

". . . I'm gonna go t' work wit' Nami-chan tomorrow. I'm gonna need you t' not go."

''. . . . What the hell?'' Kamui was not expecting seeing such a informative blog with information about the rental girlfriends. Regardless, he was quick to point out the ones who bad mouthed Namida, pointing to the gyaru fashion wearing one and the meeker more polite one.

''There, those two.'' Then he muttered under his breath about how stupid a majority of women on earth were.

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"Looool, I'm warnin' ya tough guy, if ya do so much as SCRATCH me, ain't no doctor on this planet tha' can fix what'll happen t' you."

"Nami-chan's body 's Nami-chan's. You don't own 'er, buddy."

''. . . . .''

''Honestly, hearing you talk like that is annoying me. Especially since it's about her. Really makes me want to break your neck, or punch a hole through you.''

''Also, no one has better breasts than Namida.''

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"'Course ya didn't." What more did he expect, really, from someone that acted first and thought eons later? Kihoon would have to do the leg work, it seems. He'd have to pause his game and everything... "Gimme a sec, I'll find 'em."

It didn't even take five minutes. He'd opened a site filled with their pictures, heights, rough weights and sizes... A blogger with a lot of time on his hands decided to rank the girls. He'd do something about that later.

"'ere's a list o' girls tha' work at Nami-chan's company. Which one was it?"

''I remember their faces, unfortunately. But didn't get their names since I was too busy threatening them. I wanted to kill them but Namida will hate me if I do.''

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Giggles coming from the brightly lit brothel behind him, women calling for the odd passerby for a good time. His features scrunched, usually, the higher up the man, the more he abused his power... And Kihoon didn't feel like being on the receiving end of an insecure cop tonight. "You can get some company from a girl in 'ere," He nodded his head behind him. "'sides,"

"We got the same parts, Mr. Policeman."

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"I ain't for sale t' policemen." Light, airy and sweet as honey, a slight drawl of an almost unplaceable dialect. Beneath real or faux lights, Kihoon was unclockable.

"The girls upstairs 're pro'lly more your speed."

Visiting Yoshiwara was pretty much a norm for him, stopping by every so often on days he had off. When he encountered Kihoon, he couldn't help but take an interest. Even more so when apparently the guy was unavailable. It made them all the more desirable.

 Kihoon had a face that made Sougo want to completely ruin him. “So you're one of those that have something against cops I'm guessing? Or would being offered more money change that attitude?”