[ open ] birthday time!

[picky]

WHO: Marcille, Ryoji, and YOU!
WHAT: A party for the April (and May) birthdays!
WHERE: LILICO Game Center in Akihabara
WHEN: April 20th
WARNINGS: TBA

No matter who you are, you receive a text early in the morning from Ryoji (memors):

Good morning! Did you know it's a special someone's birthday today? Actually, we have several birthdays to celebrate, so join us today at the LILICO Game Center! There will be cake! Lots and *lots* of cake. Hope to see you there!

This is an open log, so feel free to tag out or top level or respond to the prompts below. Have fun!

Comments

[gimu]

I think there is much still to learn.

[ heat in his face, colour in his ears, a furrow to the brow. but his back is straight, shoulders broad set, his gaze straightforward and frank as he meets Toji's own. ]

But first, I think you should clean up your messes.

[ a cake-y hand lifts, with the same air of a monarch offering a bejeweled ring finger. (a piece of strawberry and cream does linger on his knuckles in similar fashion) ]

1/2

[assassinsgreed]

_{[ Slowly, Toji's gaze travels from Choso's dead looking fish eyes to the hand motion, the icing on his fingers, followed by a command ... and ... ]}

2/2

[assassinsgreed]

_{[ ... barks some loud, clear laughter. It sounds genuine, it does, because all of this is just so ridiculous to him. Choso is ridiculous. ]}

You're not dirty enough for me to clean you up. Clean it up yourself. Lick it off like the creature that you are.

<sub>[ With that, Toji reaches into his pockets and, yes, it looks like he is lighting up a cigarette. He's not a big smoker, but it was something fun and numbing to do every now and then. He definitely had his share of them when Shiu was around.

As he speaks, the cigarette bobs between his lips. ]</sub>

The only thing I'll ever clean off of you is blood, sweat and semen.

[gimu]

[ it surprises him, Toji’s laughter. it kicks the legs out from under choso’s annoyance, snuffs whatever sparks of anger or irritation may have flickered to life.

it is the realest thing he has heard come out of this man since they began to spend time together, and for a moment he can’t look anywhere else. choso, absurd, ridiculous creature choso, he watches Toji light up like he’s never seen the like before, eyes fixed on the poetry of fingers and filters and the pad of a thumb flicking the lighter to life.

it sounds loud to his own ears when he sucks in a breath. shakes himself out.

pay attention, choso, there’s cake to take care of. ]

Those are even dirtier than sponge cake. Your definition of ‘dirty’ is upside down.

[ with a snort, he draws his hand back in, finally looking away from the cigarette between Toji’s lips to bend his head and clean his own damn cake away. (he laps at it, careful little licks like some fastidious little animal, wrist turning to accommodate as his tongue flicks between iced-up fingers) ]

Sounds like a trainer, only bothering with the filth. A lazy, thieving trainer.

[assassinsgreed]

<sub>[ Meanwhile, as Toji’s laugh trickles off into a rumbling chuckle, he’s completely unaware just how intently the other man is watching him.

Cigarette now lit, he puffs a bit of smoke in Choso’s direction, aiming right near his hand and lips that are busy cleaning. ]</sub>

Here’s the thing. You can tell me what to do, but it’s up to me how it’s going to go. Understand?

_{[ a beat.. ]}

Have you smoked before?

[gimu]

[ evidently not, if the way choso’s nose wrinkles up is any indication. the fleming response is strong in this one.

stink! stinky!!! ]

Never.

[ for all that his face looks like his biggest snarl ever, his tone is mild, licking his lips and knuckle with a huff and a snort through his nose. ]

It smells. Is it that enjoyable?

[assassinsgreed]

_{[ … What an expression. ]}

One way to find out.

_{[ with that, he removes the cigarette from his lips but keeps it grasped between two fingers, his other hand beckoning Choso a little closer. Come on. Try the stinky thing. ]}

Someone I used to know smoked a lot. I don’t do it a lot, but I guess sometimes it’s fun to think back on smoking with him.

_{[ … oh. ]}

1/

[gimu]

[ only one way to find out.

despite the smell and the delicate acrid burn in his nostrils, choso still steps forth, reaching out with his uncaked hand to carefully take the little cigarette in (what feels like) bigger clumsier fingers. he handles it as if it were a tiny stick of dynamite, fitting it with such meticulous motions between his lips, as he’d seen Toji do it. ]

2/

[gimu]

[ tastes like, well, smoke. a vague hint of mint, and the even more vague notes of strawberry, cream, vanilla. a taste of Toji.

choso takes a good solid breath In. ]

3/

[gimu]

[ and coughs it out fivefold. ]

4/4

[gimu]

[ sorry, sevenfold. it keeps going. the burn of the thing sears itself into his mucus membranes, paints itself over his tongue and for a hectic, hacking moment, choso can’t see worth shit, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but cOUGH hard enough to wrack his shoulders and set his odango to shaking, like shrubbery in high winds.

when he’s caught some semblance of breath, choso clutches the deathstick tightly, almost scrunching it between his fingers as he turns watery, stinging eyes up at the meatwall with an almost accusatory look. ]

He had such terrible tastebuds. You have horrible tastebuds. That was horrible.

[assassinsgreed]

_{[ Toji doesn’t expect Choso to like it, but who knows. The half curse has surprised him before. While Choso starts choking, Toji laughs lightly again. Why has he been laughing so much lately? It’s hard to say, but Toji hasn’t really noticed it about himself. ]}

Don’t like it? Wanna see a fun game you can play with it?

[gimu]

[ at the question “don’t like it?”, choso shakes his head vigorously, but has yet to let go of the damn cigarette.

the second half has him looking up at Toji expectantly, a brow lofted and only one eye tearing up, threatening to drop a whole fat tear down his cough-red face. ]

What kind of game?

[assassinsgreed]

_{[ you alright there, weird kid ... ]}

I think you might like it.

_{[ a pause, then: ]}

It involves kissing me.

[gimu]

[ choso nods, serious and somber as can be. the lit cigarette smoulders delicately in his awkward paw. ]

I’m in.

[assassinsgreed]

_{[ With such determination in his eyes, one would think they were about to fight. Toji reaches for the cigarette. ]}

But it also involves smoking too.

_{[ he could have mentioned that before Choso agreed, but too late for that now. ]}

Let me show you.

[gimu]

[ he had suspected that the smelly thing was involved, but hearing Toji confirm it just wrinkles choso’s nose further. he passes the thing back nevertheless. ]

Very well. I am prepared.

[ is this a kiss or a challenge… ]

[assassinsgreed]

We will see about that.

<sub>[ Toji takes back the cigarette and regards Choso with a small smile. Yes, he certainly seems a little more happier than Choso might remember him.

Choso probably remembers the motions of his body being much more fierce, but he settles his free hand on Choso’s waist, encouraging him a little closer. ]</sub>

We breathe the smoke back and forth to one another. Whoever loses the smoke is the, aaaa, loser, I guess.

_{[ With that, he takes an inhale, nice and easy, then dips down, meshing their lips together. He will encourage Choso to part his mouth right away with his tongue, performing all of this as if it were the most casual thing in the world and not the fact they’re catching some attention by people passing the alley they’re standing in. ]}

[gimu]

[ how can he not notice? peculiar thing he is, choso watches, observes, picks and plucks and stows away each sliver of each person he has met so far 'til the landscape of the empty canvas of his life is studded with them, these fragmented strokes.

a month and a half ago on the training room floor, Toji was a hollow thing, empty patience and jagged edges, deadly as a maul, knife-sharp in his violence.

here and now in the smoking area outside an arcade, with Toji's tongue slipping past his teeth easier than ever, choso can almost taste the Other that has come to inhabit the cavernous space of Toji's chest. greedy, curious, wondering, it's what has choso stepping in close 'til they're all but flush, like maybe he could feel the difference here too, like maybe he could pick it out in the thud of Toji's heart, in the rise and fall of his chest with each breath taken. (like maybe he can imprint it into himself somehow, this moment, this first time he has ever felt Toji feel alive in truth)

it's too bad the taste of the smoke is so immediate and so, so minty. his nose wrinkles again. ]

sorry to be yaoi at your party miss marcille

[assassinsgreed]

<sub>[ There's a firm grip on the other man's waist; almost like something possessive, and with utmost control, he gently exhales the smoke into Choso's mouth, as if trying to be gentle since he's learned this guy is sensitive to smoke. The tingling from the menthol warms his lips that are pressed so warmly against another set, and although this is fun, he wonders briefly if he would ever play any sort of game or something like this with Yor. She also seemed.. quite innocent and naive like Choso. It could be interesting.

But why was he thinking of her right now when he's occupied with someone else. His eyes open slowly. He shouldn't think about why she's crossing his mind right now.

The underneath of his tongue skirts and plays, a bit of smoke escaping between where they are joined, and Toji waits to see if he will breathe it back or let it go. ]</sub>

[gimu]

[ choso is prepared. this time he breathes slow, tips his head up to open the airway as he lets Toji lead in this new game, this new dance of theirs. the motion brings choso closer, makes of them a picture of something more intimate than choso himself perceives them.

a fact, unchanging from the very first until now: choso kisses with his eyes open. point of fact, choso does most everything with eyes open, half-lidded and lazy-looking and so terribly, eerily intent. it's no different now, even as his eyes narrow and crinkle up at the corners, and as the white cloud of menthol smoke rolls over choso's tongue he cannot help but to marvel how different it tastes coming from Toji's.

Miracle of miracles, Choso doesn't cough it right back out. With the same measured care, he passes the smoke back. ]

[assassinsgreed]

<sub>[ Well. Surprise, surprise. Look who is getting accustomed to that taste. Choso will be a smoker in no time, not that Toji is completely trying to be a negative influence, but it certainly is amusing to see him try this, along with many other things, out for the first time.

Competitive as ever, Toji is determined to win, allowing the smoke to dance behind his lips for a minute before gently exhaling it back to Choso. There’s a bit of cheating on his end, however, because right when he breathes it back to Choso, the hand resting on the half curse’s waist shifts lower.. and lower.. right until he can feel the soft round of his ass and.. grabs a handful with a playful squeeze. ]</sub>

1/2

[gimu]

[ and to think that choso had just been congratulating himself on a successful first pass.

the first sign that something is Amiss is when Toji's hand lowers, the shift in position enough to draw a curious spark of choso's attention before the sudden squeeze takes him by surprise. for a moment, it isn't a problem. for a moment, it's just a warm small thing, not even a big one, just a gasp's worth. but then a gasp turns to a cough turns to a whole fit, choso's face going a delightful beet red as he breaks away first to start choking properly on all this goddamn smoke.

HUAGH. ]

[gimu]

[ with hands and sleeves up over his face, choso coughs and coughs, trying to bark out something like accusation, but it's hard when his lungs aren't listening to his earnest attempts. ]

You- [ hack ] -cheat- [ gack ] -cheating- [ huegh ] -you--!!!

[assassinsgreed]

_{[ And, the laughter is back. That's three times! But this time, it's accompanied by Toji planting the strength of his hand on Choso's head and patting him a little. ]}

Didn't say cheating wasn't allowed, did I? You did really good though.

_{[ A beat. ]}

Good boy.