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jigokulogs2022-04-01 03:04 pm
narbrawl) wrote in jigokulogs2022-04-01 03:04 pm
[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.
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.
ii
Is it about a brand new drink with a list of ingredients the length of my arm?
[still, he takes the magazine, and leans his bare back against the wall of machines, unbothered by the warm metal. when your shirts all lack a back panel, you tend to get used to everything else that comes with your choice in fashion. though nehan is only this confident in showing his back since his scars look few and far between rather than something resembling a rough tic-tac-toe game thanks to the omamori tied around his wrist.]
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[Childe scoots around to take in his new companion. His eyes linger for a few more moments than strictly necessary, flitting across any skin on display with a look that's less appreciative than it is appraising. Build, body language, tone- he absorbs it all and files it away for later. The ears in particular are noteworthy; they remind him of a man he met a few weeks before.
In the end, he meets Nehan's question with nothing more threatening than a smile- and, as usual, its warmth is undermined by the dullness of his eyes.]
I've never tried one myself.
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he does have decent musculature on his arm though, that the sleeve of his bespoke shirt strains a little. his build is that of a man who is fit not out of vanity, but out of necessity.]
They're an acquired taste, one which I haven't developed yet-- which I'm glad for. I'd rather take a tonic to be stimulated.
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Hmmm. No, I'm pretty sure the list was longer.
[He's still curious about energy drinks though. Maybe he'll pick some up on the way back and see whether they have him bouncing off the walls like the article seemed to suggest.]
Ah, a man after my own heart! Preferably something with a little kick.
[you meant that kind of tonic right nehan]
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taking back his arm, he draws a line down the list of ingredients-- there is indeed one, and it's extensive-- before shaking his head. his expression is one of pure disdain]
Not even a bit of ginseng in this. What's the point?
no subject
Ginseng? [Now that's something he does recognise. You don't spend as much time in Liyue as he has without getting familiar with every possible kind of root or plant that might be steeped in hot water.] Not a fan of the flavour myself. Too medicinal.
[Neither do you get in as much trouble as he does without getting familiar with that taste.]
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It's the effects that's important. [he makes a noise of disgust as he closes the magazine and hands it back.] No wonder there's so much caffeine and sugar...
But clearly they're trying to destroy the body in exchange for a few moments' high. What a waste.