jigokulogs | [open] april catch-all

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[open] april catch-all

Who Childe and You!
What April Catch-all
When Throughout April
Where Various
Content Warnings n/a

i. because i like you [closed to shuten clan members]

[Bacon hisses in a pan, fluffy pancakes brown and rise, coffee bubbles away… Childe is the picture of morning industry as he puts together a hearty breakfast. Flour dusts his freckled forearms where his sleeves are rolled up and, as he works, he sips from a glass of orange juice.

Trouble is, this is not his kitchen.

Just the evening before, he had been called to the office of one of the lower ranking families within the Shuten clan. In that smoky room, a highly-strung oni whose name he’s already forgotten had given him an assignment, the name of his partner for the job and the kind of look that only comes in tandem with multiple ulcers and high blood pressure. He’d reassured him that his accomplice would be informed the next afternoon and sent on his way- but that’s not nearly soon enough for Childe. It made perfect sense to deliver the message himself.

Getting in was never going to be an issue; security had clearly been given as much consideration when building these apartment blocks as comfort, space and utility, which is to say none at all. Expecting more from hell seems like wishful thinking. Regardless, it served Childe well in this instance. Whether he slipped in through a slightly open window, casually jimmied a lock or talked a spare key out of a bored maintenance worker, he’s currently inside his partner-to-be’s apartment and making himself at home.

Only when he’s put the finishing touches on breakfast does he attempt to wake the real occupant, assuming the noise hasn’t done so already.

And, obviously, he does this by nudging them with his toe, ringing an empty mug with a spoon and, in a voice far too cheery for this time of day, chirping-]

Rise and shine, comrade! Busy day ahead of us!

[Don’t make him drag you out of bed.]

[ooc: lmk if you had anything specifically in mind for their assignment/job or if you want me to just throw whatever at them!]

ii. every dog has his day [open]

[Technology really is marvelous.

After spending his first weeks hand-washing all of his clothes, Childe had finally learned of something unique to this era in the form of a machine that does all the work for you- and a place full of them. The owner of the laundromat explained- in that jaded way that suggests they’ve had this conversation far too many times lately- how everything worked and- in that despairing way that suggests they’ve also had this conversation far too many times lately- warned him not to break anything.

Childe sits cross-legged on the bench at the centre of the room, flipping idly through a magazine as he waits for his first load to finish up. With most of his clothes currently being washed, he’s left in some of the pieces he’d picked up dirt cheap in his first few days here with very little regard for size- which is why he’s had to roll the cuffs of his jeans right up and his t-shirt gapes where he’s leaning forward. It makes for a strange sight; the way the fabric swamps him is far too boyish for his otherwise broad, long-limbed frame and the scars on display only add to the effect.

Not that he seems to care particularly. With a yawn, Childe leans back onto one hand and holds the magazine out to the only other person waiting with him.]

I’m done with this one, if you want it. [The cover depicts a kasa-okabe in sunglasses in a vibrant, graffiti-covered street during a downpour with the words DRIPPED OUT printed along the top. He still doesn’t entirely understand the pun but that’s fine.] There’s a fascinating article about energy drinks on page twenty.

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Oh, thank you.

[It's just another day in hell, and in the laundromat, alongside a scarred redhead in oversized clothing, is a man wearing only underwear.

... Only underwear? Nay, he is not quite naked, for apart from his hands and feet, every inch of Dazai's too-skinny frame below the neck is bandaged, showing not a single sliver of skin. There's no bloodstains showing through, though: not much of anything to see, in fact, except for very clean bandages, expertly applied.

He's wearing his shoes, too, because clearly that is where one would cross a line of common decency, or lack thereof.]

Is it applicable to humans as well, or only youkai?

[Fishing for information about his conversation partner a bit, but shhh, nobody needs to know.]

Hmm, it didn't say.

[If he's spotted Dazai's subtle prying, it doesn't show in his answer but it's inconspicuous enough to suggest he's unbothered either way. No, far more interesting is the man himself. By contrast, the sizing up Childe gives him is shameless, taking him in with the calculated eyes of a boxer eyeing his opponent from across the ring.

Skinny with a youthful face, casual aura- but those bandages... now that has his attention. A fighter? Or something else? Intriguing.

But it goes unremarked upon for now.]

Did you know there are five hundred miligrams of caffeine in a single "Buck Shot"? [He grins lazily.] Apparently that's a lot.

[And, in return, if Dazai notices the sizing up at all (and of course he does), he doesn't acknowledge it as such, merely offering a smile as he tilts his head, like he is used to being stared at just because he's so incredibly handsome. (Dazai, plz... You're a trash man.)]

Hmmm, could be more, really. A decent cup of coffee has a higher dose.

[... That is some pretty serious coffee this man drinks... but anyway. Life is about living dangerously, or something. (Or possibly dying dangerously! As long as it's painless.)

Pulling his legs up, Dazai holds his own thighs with his free arm, just so he can dangle his legs a bit in spite of them being too long and the bench being too low. Listen, waiting is boring, even though he's started reading the magazine in the meantime. The more he can do at the same time, the better. And this way he can rest the magazine on his knees too, for more comfortable reading!]

Pretty sure that should work on humans regardless. Though that makes one wonder how many youkai drink coffee, and how they prefer it.

[He's not even fishing for information anymore, just thinking out loud.]

I've seen enough cafés around the city to guess most of them. [Strange to think that even the most monstrous of the residents of hell have to get their coffee fix.] They have kinds I didn't even know existed before I came here!

[Admittedly, it's not the main choice of drink in either Snezhnaya or Liyue- or even, as he's found in his recent travels, Inazuma- but he's always looking for new experiences. Unfortunately for everyone else, that includes being nosy about new people too.

Still, Dazai held up under his scrutiny not just with ease but the kind of casual confidence of someone who's used to more prying glances.

Childe decides he likes him immediately.]

I didn't catch your name...?

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i; maybe they can be bodyguard duty or smth, but whatever the case, anything is fine o/

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Omg, bless you.

;3;

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lalli omg

I am sorry for him

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