semi-closed 🔪 made two and not scar

[pitfight]

Who ⬤ Nishitani and various
What ⬤ July gen starters
When ⬤ July
Where ⬤ All over the city, specifically in Shuten and Enma territories
Content Warnings ⬤ Make sure to look at Nishitani's CW and opt out post!

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[ Modestly driving him insane. ]

Careful, asshole bites. [ Nishitani should know, Bastard just loves biting him and Andy both. Whenever they tried to fuck last month during the thunderstorms he'd bite their asses to make them stop taking up space on the futon-- like he owned the fucking thing! ]

[medicative]

I'll bear that in mind.

[so far, it doesn't seem like they're in a biting mood. more in a mood to push their face against her hand, which she knows enough to translate as pet me please, and so she'll oblige. right now, they seem like nothing more than a big sweetheart, who just wants a little notice and care. maybe some salmon, but that's if they behave.

she tries to pull away, and they instantly butt their head into hand again, making her chuckle. probably the catnip from the clinic being so attractive, but she doesn't mind spoiling them with a little more attention.]

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The hell's gotten into him? [ Nishitani isn't usually one to be flabbergasted-- to run out of words, but seeing this bastard fucking cat that's drawn more blood than Nishitani or Andy, probably combined, absolutely slutting it up for Emily, that renders Nishitani speechless, for just a split moment. ] What a little whore!

[medicative]

Don't call him that. Perhaps that's why he's decided to bite, to defend himself.

[ok, big guy. she'll kneel and pet you with two hands, letting you be scritched and loved. she won't call you names, unlike Nishitani. she will dote on you. and if you're very good, she'll save you a little fish. already, she thinks she could use some of the catnip, and sew a small mouse for them...]

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Look at him! [ Nishitani gestures at Bastard, who has now sat down in front of Emily, purring his broken motor purr, and drooling. ] Here I am trying to seduce you with a nice lunch and he's about to pop for you!

[medicative]

Seduce me? I wasn't aware it was that kind of lunch.

[she shakes her head, but goes back to petting the cat, avoiding the drool but charmed by his purr.]

I hardly made preparations for that. We'll have to go without, won't we?

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Picking a bit of pussy over me, huh? Figures. [ Nishitani sighs, exaggerated, watching the absolute spectacle of Bastard demanding love and affection like he might die without it. ]

[ Nishitani instead moves over to the table nearby, putting down the wine and checking on the sauce thickening away on the stove. ]

[medicative]

Everything in its proper time, Nishitani.

[she'd come over to be friendly, after all. just friendly - the texts, the tension, that's its own business. but he's someone important to those close to her, and so she owes it to make the effort. to actually get to know him beyond the surface, beyond their dance of what they might want to say.

for now, she can simply adore the cat and his rumbling purr, happy when he flops down on the ground so she can stroke his side. charming!]

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Who says the proper time isn't now? [ The meal was mostly finished before Emily arrived. With this, he just needs to toss a couple last things together, and they're good to sit down. There's an actual table now, with chairs. One of them has a couple of pillows and blankets on it, just for the Bastard himself, even. ]

[ Slowly, the dishes get put onto the table. ]

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[pulling away from the cat, she'll excuse herself to go wash her hands before she eats. what Nishitani has "forgotten" is noted but not commented on - that's his business, then. instead she returns and seats herself at the table with a smile.

if there's cups, she'll pour the wine to be polite. very civil. if the cat wants to join, he may.]

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[ There are cups, and the cat does want to join. He has his own special chair right next to Nishitani's, piled with blankets and pillows just for him. Nishitani even has a piece of unglazed salmon out just for the boy, too. ]

[ He sits down beside Bastard, across from Emily. The lunch came together incredibly well, if he says so himself, and he's interested to see her response, but also: ] If you want more of anything, let me know baby. I got extras. [ He's enjoying a working fridge, does it show? ]

[medicative]

[what a little prince, getting his own fish.

that said, she utters a quick thanks, and begins to sample the meal. it's delicious, and she brought her appetite - he can probably see it in her expression, but she takes the time after a few bites to smile.]

It's wonderful. Where did you learn to cook, if you don't mind my asking?

[there. a simple, ordinary question.]

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Where else? Home. [ Home, like that isn't a loaded concept for people like him. The food is fucking delicious and he's digging in just as much as her. He snaps his chopsticks at Bastard to keep the cat from trying to steal his salmon, too. Fucking cat still has a full piece to himself. ]

[medicative]

And where is home, hm?

[saying it so casually, she waits to see if he'll brush it off, or actually answer her.]

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[ He's in a good mood, so: ] Back when I was a kid in Osaka. Had a cop uncle and a genius sister, so house keeping is where I slotted in. [ Keeping a tidy house helped him feel in complete control of his surroundings, putting elbow grease into a stubborn stain helped him forget the bullying at school. ]

[ He doesn't tell her that he was an orphan. Not yet. But his life is built on those foundations. ]

[medicative]

[even though her eyebrow lifts, she restrains any smart comments about him having a cop for an uncle. stranger things had occurred in life.]

If you cooked like this, I'm sure they had absolutely no complaints.

[the unspoken question is where they are now. but now, they're in hell - it's a stupid thing to assume. maybe his sister is doing fine, far away from the yakuza life. maybe his uncle is retired. maybe she's just hopeful.]

Though I'm sure wine wasn't involved.

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Nah, we drank beer like civilized thugs. [ Nishitani smirks, eyes downturned slightly and something genuine in him. Drinking beer with Uncle B, late into the night, watching reruns of the most recent baseball game they'd both missed for whatever reason. ]

[ Nishitani doesn't know if his life could've gone any other way. ]

[medicative]

That's good to know. Next time I'll bring beer, so that you can remember all of the good times you had.

[despise the lightness of the words, she does note that genuine quality to his expression, and it's answered with her own. even if it's in little pieces, it's another piece of information about him. given, not forced. she appreciates it.]