#vulpesly > jono.

[pluumed]

@vulpesly -> [ TOUCH ]: the sender nudges or touches the receiver to check and see if they’re alright after the attack.

despite no longer being hunting dogs, no longer being soldiers pointed at the nearest threat to public safety, tetcho can't help but notice the way that he and jono still find themselves held at gunpoint or threatened with some kind of violence no matter where they go. he supposes it doesn't help that they've been taken in my the armed detective agency and that incidents like this are just part of the way of life they've gotten themselves wrapped up in... still, tetcho can't help but wish the two of them could have a quieter time - a more peaceful existence after everything they've been through.

blood clings to his skin, drying stiff and gluing dark hair to tetcho's face as he stares across the road, watching the police and ambulances tend to the injured pedestrians unlucky enough to be caught in the crossfire of a particularly desperate criminal on the run. jono is safe beside him, tetcho knows that - made sure of that before anything else.

a hand brushing against his own has the former hound turning his head, blinking down at the smaller figure stood beside him with an equally bloodied and dirtied face. they caught the man they were meant to but...

another touch, more insistent this time has amber gaze focusing on the familiar features before him. the message is clear, even without words coming from his partner. stop fretting. we're fine.

gently, does tetcho turn his hand over to press their palms together and allows his feet to shift a little towards the smaller of the two until he's close enough to eventually pull jono against him in a hug. "we should go home, saigiku. i do not want to be here any more."

[phasmascript]

Totally didn’t do a quick sketch for a cover art-

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[sunderedscript]

"Today is going to be a bad one... I'm out of tobacco."

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[catclyssm]

@vulpesly asked -> "You're a mess. How did you even get into this situation?" -> after-action patch up starters - accepting

"shut it, fox." though, there's a distinct lack of bite in the dog's voice as he snaps the retort back at the inn keep. chuuya's skin burns at his back, his eyes feel heavy and the only relief is gentle touches from skilled hands gently soothing some kind of medicinal balm across the scrapes and blossoming bruises that span the executive's body. despite the way he all but bares his teeth through the words, chuuya doesn't move an inch. he allows jono to continue his ministrations without resistance - other than the verbal kind.

they both know that he can't tell jono how he ended up like this - just like he can't tell him why. they both know chuuya is hopelessly dangling over a crevice neither of them can see the bottom of and the bodyguard can't find it in him to explain any of it to jono again.

"i thought you weren't gonna ask questions? you know you're not gonna get an answer, jono." softer this time, more tinged with exhaustion as chuuya deflates where he sits - shoulders dropping and eyes just barely staying open as the day's ordeal begins to catch up with him. distantly, chuuya wonders if it's more than today that's beginning to weigh on him. he wonders if watching his partner's slow, unstoppable descent into something neither of them could stop was starting to make parts of chuuya fray at the edges. he wonders if dazai even cares anymore. he wonders if he ever cared in the first place.

"...hey, jono?" he doesn't look up, doesn't turn his head. instead chuuya keeps his eyes downcast and narrowed as if to block out any of this happening around him. "how do you know if someone.. cares about you?"

[barxlupin]

@vulpesly ordered:

“Merry Christmas, Reese. Your gift is: me~.” To add to the playful comment, Jono sticks a ribbon atop his head. But he doesn’t let the joke linger too long, grinning as he leans in to nuzzle his cheek to Maurice’s. “Well, technically, your gift is a week's vacation at an exceedingly secluded resort in the mountains, and I just so happen to have called in a multitude of favors to get that same week free from work. I intend to drop my phone off the nearest cliffside so they cannot contact me even if the country’s burning down–the week belongs to you and you alone, dearheart.”

'TIS THE SEASON~

"Merry Christmas to you too, Ren~" Maurice happily greets the Hunting Dog with a hug and a kiss, laughing softly "My, what a wonderful gift indeed, although I'm a little confused: I thought you were already mine, little fox~"

It's said jokingly, of course. The ex-thief will gleefully take advantage of his 'gift' to spoil Jono to his heart's content, now that their relationship allows for it. They have six years of missed affection to make up for, after all.

Except Jono, far from being predictable, has gone above and beyond to grant the two of them a whole week to themselves in a secluded mountain resort.

"Then I shall do the same and leave my phone behind so we can truly have the week to ourselves." Maurice chuckles softly, guiding Jono into a kiss that tastes of the French Connection cocktail he's indulgent into earlier. His employees are used to him disappearing for days on end and can run the bar by themselves.

"When are we leaving? Should I go prepare my luggage right away?~"

[frost-eyed-autumn]

@vulpesly sent: “I think we can safely assume a ghost is not the culprit here!” [ -jono ]

"Yeah, I know, I was being sarcastic!" Risen voice bounces off the corners of the otherwise empty space, devoid of any noticeable habitation.

Maybe the sound and displaced object had been a stray cat or a raccoon knocking into something. Maybe it had been a person. Maybe an Ability was responsible. Whatever the case, chances were good something was here other than them. If it was an animal, no doubt his shout had sent it running. If not? Well, they'd better hope they were just some passerby and not a troublemaker.

More quietly, he grumbles, "I don't even believe in stupid ghosts and superstitions like that. There's obviously a more rational explanation for it."

[nohumaen]

@vulpesly has asked: ❝ i would love to help you but i'm afraid i'm suffering from a terrible case of 'it's not my problem.' ❞

[ jono to tetchou ]

Tetchou is hardly someone who complains about given extra work to deal with, he simply hums and steps forward without thinking too much about it. " I don't mind. That puts you in debt with me, though... after all, I'm solving your half of the case. "

Did he need to add that last part? Absolutely not, it was far from him to play such cards. He simply spoke without thinking, again. Nonetheless, he stepped forward the conflict in order to reach an efficient solution without much damages, delivering justice requires civilians to be safe... that's all he cares about, after all.

[indeliblepromise]

꒰ྀི ✧ — @vulpesly asked: "glory’s fine. revenge is more fun." [ jono to misha ]

↳ -: ˚ʚ ( random sentence prompts  ━ from various tv shows, part 6. ) ɞ˚ :-

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑮𝒆𝒆𝒛, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒖𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈. The bellboy could only HOPE that this guest wouldn't be rude and that the guest was the ' nice ' kind of intimidating like the man that gave him the EXPLODING CLOUD CANDY. Though, those words didn't really help his case either.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤWhat if there was a way that neither glory NOR revenge was needed ? Isn't it better when people all work together as FRIENDS ? ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤMaybe such thinking was a bit IDEALISTIC. He knew in his heart that was the right thing to say though. His GRANDPA would have probably said the same thing.

[finalism]

@vulpesly : “ i hope you get stung by a thousand bees . ”

" how awful! what cruelty! why would jono-kun say such a horrible thing to an innocent civilian? this is government harassment i say! " dazai places the back of his hand on his forehead to feign a swooning motion. he curves his back and leans his full weight against the hunting dog.

it's just so fun to see jono so irritated like this.

[phasmascript]

In all honesty, Louis has little idea how he had ended up here. This was nothing like an echo... but this seemed like the past. It had to be. A world without Revenants. No miasma, no misit, no horrors, and no blood beads. While all of this would be a dream come true, a world where everyone could live in peace, it left him in a difficult position. With no blood beads to slake his thirst, and no way to get back to his companions with ease, Louis was now a ticking time bomb.

It's the scent of blood that drew him from his makeshift base of an abandoned warehouse. Keeping his distance as he peers to the commotion at a neighboring warehouse. Red uniforms... police? Military? Regardless, force had been used to subdue the criminals. It was best to not get involved. The less attention he got the better.

Just as he turns from the scene- he is greeted with the sight of one of the officers that had been a distances away not moments ago.

"Listen-" he holds his hands up "- I was only passing through when I had heard the commotion." The scent of blood is strong... probably still on the clothes and weapons of this red clad officer. His heart- the parasite- is pounding in his ears.

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[phasmascript]

@vulpesly liked for a starter

"Did our little Sai-Sai get himself in trouble?" Kitamura knows its bad to tease Jono on the extremely rare case the younger messes up, but he honestly can't help it. It's rare after all and Kitamura needed to rub salt in that wound as much as possible

After all, Jono would do the exact same should the occasion arise. And to Kitamura that was fair.

"If you sit and roll over, I promise to help."

[phasmascript]

@vulpesly asked: “   Why am I suffering? I have so many correct opinions and takes. ”

"Did Suehiro-senpai stab you in the behind again?" A small tilt of his head as he listens to his superiors complaints. "Or did the commander put you on a mission with Kitamura-senpai?" Or maybe Shimazaki did something to torment Jono on the behest of Kitamura? Maybe Suehiro made something extremely abhorrent like matcha tea mixed with wasabi and peas- So many things that would set off the blind hound.

Regardless of Jono's agitation, Itou places a cup gently before the man (a simple lavender tea- the lavender having come from his garden). "Would you like a rice ball, Senpai? I coated them in miso paste and fried them a little on a pan."

[phasmascript]

@vulpesly asked: ☺: something that makes my muse happy ☹: something that makes my muse upset [ for niimi and kitamura ]

☺: something that makes my muse happy

A nice and hot bath with rose scented bath bombs and bath salts along with the lights off and a few candles. Along with a bit of wine if it had been a long work day. Or Jono suffering.

Discovering a new bug or finding a place he's never been to before. Like a cave or maybe a hollow tree. Or getting to play all day with Jono!

☹: something that makes my muse upset

Shitty adults that take their anger out on kids. If the caretakers at the orphanage do so, Niimi puts poison ivy in their beds and all over their towels.

Jono.

[sunderedscript]

Anonymous asked: Thoughts on that hunting dog of yours, Ayatsuji? @vulpesly

"A silly dog that man is." A small laugh. "We are both shackled mutts to the government, with death being our only freedom, yet we find reprieve and solace in each other's company." Jono's situation was far different than his own, far less dangerous in a way. But such thoughts were not the subject nor did they matter. What mattered was Jono.

"When people are asked this, they normally comment about the subjects appearance or personality. Appearance wise, Jono is a very handsome man, so much so that were he a doll, he would be in my collection. Perhaps I should dress him up some time? Perhaps a nurse outfit or a maid dress... so many options." Ayatsuji will file that thought for later, perhaps that catalog was still somewhere in his office. "And as for personality, it is entertaining to put it shortly. Sadism can be seen as a negative trait, but can be rather fun with the right direction, everyone is twisted in their own ways. For the most part he is rather playful and it's endearing, like a cat or fox, even more so when I out smart him at his own game and he puts on the theatrics."

"People tend to be... bothersome. I prefer the company of dolls and cats to people, yet Saigiku is different. Tsujimura-kun can be somewhat the same minus the death threats. That aside, while it is fun to tease others till they snap, it also far more enjoyable to have someone that will go back and forth with you. Or perhaps a more simple and outright way to say it is, that with Saigiku, I am Yukito." He was himself, a person, not a detective, not a danger to society. It was refreshing.

[sunderedscript]

@moonhund: After a day of work that felt more like an endless gauntlet, weary tread has carried Jono to Ayatsuji’s place, rather than home. Disheveled, exhausted, and with a single goal in mind, he mutters a vague greeting before crossing over to set himself down beside the detective–and then immediately slumps over, head on Ayatsuji's lap. “Attention. Now. Please.” At the moment, Jono does not care if he’s being too obvious or forward, he’ll accept any teasing Ayatsuji may throw his way so long as he can rest here a moment.

It had been an idle, one he spent reading in the company of his two cats. Well he was until the door opens and his dog plops his head right on Ayatsuji’s lap, demanding attention. Lips curl into the slightest smile as his book is set aside. “My, how demanding. They must be working you hard, like they would a dog.”

The hat will be removed, tossed aside, and a hand replacing it. Gently petting the other’s head as if he were one of the cats. Ayatsuji doesn’t mind the silence of the moment, he rather enjoys it. Simply listening to Jono breathe and rest against him. Golden eyes watching as his hand drifts from hair to jaw, fingers following the bone before it rests against the chin. A brush of his thumb across the bottom lip, Ayatsuji watches curiously with mischief in his eyes. Would Jono’s breath catch in his lungs? Or would he simply melt in this silent display of affection? Slowly he leans down, just close enough that Jono could feel the warmth of his breath and smell the scent of tobacco and coffee.

“Should I kiss you?”

A teasing smile as he removes his hand.

[sunderedscript]

@moonhund asked: ⛈️ [ for jono and ayatsuji? :3 ]

There is a laugh in his lungs as he tosses his jacket and hat on a dusty chair, taking a quick walk around the old room to see what was useable till this storm passed. By the sound of the thunder, that could be awhile.

"It's almost like a weekend getaway that lovers do, you know, minus the murderer hiding out somewhere nearby and how this looks exactly like a future crime scene-" A morbid joke as he seats himself in a chair without any worry.