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synflux2024-12-01 12:54 am
tokakujuho) wrote in synflux2024-12-01 12:54 am
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[ closed ] november snippets
WHO: Nanami Kento
WHAT: snippets
WHERE: Neo Tokyo
WHEN: November
WARNINGS: depression, medical procedures, sex, drugs
adore
The boys continue to sleep in his room (or kidnap him in the middle of the night when he's half-comatose from 'work' or other things), as if they're his good luck charm. As if nothing bad can or will happen to him as long as one of them has a hold on him. They ask 'is this alright?' and 'are you ok?' and Nanami says 'yes' every time, even when it isn't.
Because.
After Shibuya, after Transylvania, there is nothing that could ever make him say no to the pink-haired boy again.
hunger
"How is it?"
He asks for garlic rice and garlic rice he gets. The garlic is just right, not too strong, not too light, the rice carrying a hint of crispiness, the kind when you leave it a little too long.
"It's perfect."
rings
On the ring finger of his right hand: a golden band with a pinkish-red gem. It's visible on some of the pictures of Maison Kra-Kra's latest release. The model's face is as always hidden, but this time, he's missing a limb. The theme? The beauty in a wounded male body.
missing time
The time and desire to let men with money do as they please comes to an end by the time the photobook is released. No, he won't be swayed, no he is not interested in their money. Nanami transfers the rest of Silco's fee, adding another 2M as part of their deal. As an afterthought, he sends the angry stick man some flowers. No note.
fruity
how big is that hand?
big enough, wanna see?
He does. He sees, feels, succumbs to that odd, self-proclaimed idol manager, whose musical skills don't match the callouses on his hands and fingers.
"You kiss?"
"Why, you planning on paying me after?"
Nanami asks, laughing. Bansai tastes like grief, regret, longing; and Nanami wonders who Bansai is really kissing in his head.
No money is exchanged.
2 a.m.
This hour is reserved for drinking with tall women.
This hour is reserved for smoking on the roof alone.
This hour is reserved for pondering the question of how to ever meet the gaze of the one who despises weakness again.
half-life
The cat doctor admits that they're not trained to deal with this type of trauma and Nanami wonders if anyone actually thinks a cat could be a therapist.
"Perhaps moving on to the matter of my arm would make us both more comfortable?"
"And the eye?"
"One thing at a time, doctor."
WHAT: snippets
WHERE: Neo Tokyo
WHEN: November
WARNINGS: depression, medical procedures, sex, drugs
adore
The boys continue to sleep in his room (or kidnap him in the middle of the night when he's half-comatose from 'work' or other things), as if they're his good luck charm. As if nothing bad can or will happen to him as long as one of them has a hold on him. They ask 'is this alright?' and 'are you ok?' and Nanami says 'yes' every time, even when it isn't.
Because.
After Shibuya, after Transylvania, there is nothing that could ever make him say no to the pink-haired boy again.
hunger
"How is it?"
He asks for garlic rice and garlic rice he gets. The garlic is just right, not too strong, not too light, the rice carrying a hint of crispiness, the kind when you leave it a little too long.
"It's perfect."
rings
On the ring finger of his right hand: a golden band with a pinkish-red gem. It's visible on some of the pictures of Maison Kra-Kra's latest release. The model's face is as always hidden, but this time, he's missing a limb. The theme? The beauty in a wounded male body.
missing time
The time and desire to let men with money do as they please comes to an end by the time the photobook is released. No, he won't be swayed, no he is not interested in their money. Nanami transfers the rest of Silco's fee, adding another 2M as part of their deal. As an afterthought, he sends the angry stick man some flowers. No note.
fruity
how big is that hand?
big enough, wanna see?
He does. He sees, feels, succumbs to that odd, self-proclaimed idol manager, whose musical skills don't match the callouses on his hands and fingers.
"You kiss?"
"Why, you planning on paying me after?"
Nanami asks, laughing. Bansai tastes like grief, regret, longing; and Nanami wonders who Bansai is really kissing in his head.
No money is exchanged.
2 a.m.
This hour is reserved for drinking with tall women.
This hour is reserved for smoking on the roof alone.
This hour is reserved for pondering the question of how to ever meet the gaze of the one who despises weakness again.
half-life
The cat doctor admits that they're not trained to deal with this type of trauma and Nanami wonders if anyone actually thinks a cat could be a therapist.
"Perhaps moving on to the matter of my arm would make us both more comfortable?"
"And the eye?"
"One thing at a time, doctor."