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.]

[ Well, things have certainly been interesting ever since his arrival in this accursed place. Unfortunately, that means Felix has had to surround himself with a good deal of others, especially since his employment in the services of his new so-called leader did require that, even if he wasn't very happy about it.

Either way, he has decided for once maybe to sleep in, and so did his mind. Up until Childe is waking him up and he's quickly sitting up in surprise.

The grogginess is dissipating, but waking up is still a process. ]

What? ...How did you get in here?

[ Once the shock wears off, he is going to be pretty agitated. ]

Really. [nehan's tone is as try as the desert. he doesn't think energy drinks are fascinating, but he is indeed interested in why people love them so, aside from the excessive amounts of caffeine, as a chemist.]

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.]

(Okay but Childe where did you get everything you needed for this because Hizen's apartment is sad. It's practically empty. He doesn't even have a place to sleep so Childe probably caught him sleeping in a corner of his tatami room against the wall, holding his sword close while he had sweet dreams or something.

It doesn't take much to wake him up though. As soon as he smells food, he's stirring and wait. What the actual hell? He shouldn't be smelling food? Especially fresh food!! He's up on his feet, and heading to the kitchen.

Hello, Childe, Hizen is pointing his sword right at you from the doorway or something. Wait, he recognizes this guy but he's still not putting his sword down???)

What the hell are you doing? How'd you get in?!

(It was probably easy. The lock is janky is hell.)

[Lalli is not interested in Childe's magazine. It will get barely a glance from him.

Childe, on the other hand, is regarded with some curiosity. Frowning, Lalli grabs for the magazine not to take it, but to try and tug Childe a little closer so he can inspect him more closely. It's right on the borderline of 'invading personal space' and will last a few seconds if successful.]

[ To the hungover tengu-possessed manslayer, the scent of breakfast is irresistible. The issue is there's no way Majima is the one cooking. He's not even home right now, is he? Izō is halfway awake and drawing his sword by the time Childe appears before him. ]

What th' fuck are ya doin' here?!

[ It's the ass crack of dawn and Izō has been asleep for less than 2 hours. He looks absolutely feral with his hair loose, swords above his head and ready to strike. Truly a man with nothing to lose. ]

[ depending on where you stand, ryouma either needs energy drinks the most or not at all. he naps in strange places habitually, but this is not helped because he's been pushing himself hard enough lately to be dipping into his energy reserves. his ability to acquire mana has really suffered since he's been here, and it shows. it doesn't matter that this is neutral territory; he's never been one to worry about things like threats. also: the spinning machines are kinda mesmerising, okay!! once he'd loosened up about traditional clothing, he'd found many more options, but he only brings out his crappiest kimono and leggings for laundry day. the clothing fits well enough, thanks to what it is, but it's a little dated, if anything.

ryouma has dozed off with his head leaned on one hand and looks vaguely lost when he startles awake again, blinking a few times before he looks at the magazine. ]

Heh, guess I should look into that, huh?

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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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