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[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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[killtime]

[ Only he would ever look at her like that when she's such an awful mess, unwashed and doubly tousled from sixteen hours of sleep. It's hard to even tell there's a halfway decent-looking woman underneath all that caked blood and tangled hair. ]

Big talk for a man who can't even sit the fuck up.

[ She gives him a pointed little look, but underneath the usual wryness is a fondness she reserves for him and him alone. ]

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You wound me. [ Nishitani groans, taking a deep breath and not liking that his back popped. Fuck. When Nishitani finally pulls himself up, his fucking shirt sticks to the futon, pulls against his neck and shoulders before peeling away. Disgusting. this shirt used to be white, it's certainly not anymore. ]

[killtime]

[ Dryly: ]

Please. Like you don't fucking love it when I'm mean.

[ The state of Andy's clothes aren't much better. Maybe she didn't outright stick to the futon, but it's a fucking nuisance to separate her skin from all that dried blood and fabric. Maybe the ancient warriors were onto something when they fought practically in the nude. She regrets that modern society has advanced so far away from that, especially as she fights to get her pants off. ]

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Shit, let me help. [ Nishitani sees her start to struggle with her pants, and finally gets himself to his feet, finding it hard to even get upright. ] Fuck. [ A hand on the wall, supporting his weight. Nishitani loves pain, but this really aint it chief. ]

[killtime]

[ She might laugh if she had the energy for it — honestly, there's some kind of irony to the fact that two of the best Enma and Shuten have to offer can hardly stand on their own feet right now. It takes leaning her back up against the wall for a little leverage to finally kick those blood-caked pants off. Fuck. Now her jacket. And the shirt underneath. Maybe she'll just lay down and die instead.

It's a mutter as she tries to work an arm out of its sleeve when she speaks: ]

Did we really used to fuck twice a day before this? Feels like I might throw my goddamn back out right now.

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We fucked more than that, shit. [ Nishitani doesn't care about this shirt. It's going in the garbage. Instead of trying to undo the buttons, he just starts ripping the fabric away from his skin, and then apart. ] When'd we get so fucking old?

[killtime]

[ He's got the right idea. It takes her an inordinate amount of fucking time to finally get herself free of her jacket. Nearly dislocates her shoulder trying to manage it. ]

I've always been old. [ She quips back dryly, whatever the fuck that even means. Probably says something about how tired she's been, that she even skirts that close to the truth without really meaning to. ] I was already old when you fucking met me. And I'm not getting any younger either.

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Damn. [ She may claim to have always been old, but she fucked like a wild thing that first night, and virtually every night after. If that's Andy old, he really missed out on some exciting times. ]

[ Looking down at himself, he realizes his socks are still on. Nishitani doesn't cry, but he may just admit defeat and walk to the sento with those still on. ] How're my pants still fucking wet with blood?

[killtime]

[ She was definitely something else those first couple centuries. But, to be fair, she had been a queen in those days. There had been harems and things like that. Now she’s just Andy, and she’s content to start and end her day with him. ]

Shit never dries if there’s enough of it. [ She’s managed to get herself down to her underwear. That feels like some kind of accomplishment. ] We’re going to need new clothes after this. [ A bit wryly, then: ] The new place should probably have a bigger closet.

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I sure hope so, I'm tired of hanging my fucking suits in the shower. [ Okay, slacks next. He'd gotten them both yukata's, something easy to throw on before and after bathing. Thank shit he's a fucking genius because otherwise he thinks he might die. ]

[killtime]

Not like the shower’s good for much fucking else.

[ Maybe if she just manages to gather all that stupidly long hair into a bun or something, she won’t look completely like a fucking blood-covered banshee on the walk over to the sento. She’s trying. But her hair is hard to tame on a good day, let alone when it’s matted with blood and tangled from sleep. ]

What about the cat?

[ Despite her deadpan voice when she asks that, Andy loves their horrible cat. ]

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What about the cat? [ Despite his posturing, Nishitani likes the cat too. He sighs and rubs his temple, still leaning on the fucking wall as he builds up the courage to try and take off his slacks. ]

[killtime]

It’s not like we can just bring him.

[ That menace of a creature belongs to himself and himself only. Capturing him is absolutely out of the question. ]

Maybe if we bribe the little fucker with fish. [ A half-beat then, as she eyes him leaning against the wall. Wryly, at length: ] You want a hand? At this rate, I’ll be halfway to the sento by the time you’re undressed.

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[ Nishitani grins at Andy lewdly. ] You just want me naked, baby. Go right ahead, get what you want. [ Normally he would be hard talking about this. Normally. Right now, he's only got a halfie. With Andy offering to take off his pants, that should just show how fucked up the two of them are right now. ]

[killtime]

[ That suggestion earns a sidelong look. Not that she's ever opposed to fucking — not where he's concerned anyway — but there's a wry skepticism that look, as if she's half-amused by the effort when they've been too exhausted to fuck even once since getting home. Even with her standing there in her underwear, she doesn't seem especially convinced. ]

Yeah? [ Dryly, as she finishes putting her hair up: ] You sure your imagination isn't getting ahead of your dick, old man?

[ Still, she comes over to make herself useful, her hands deft with the familiar motions as she undoes the front of his pants. All he has to do is keep his balance while she helps him undress. ]

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Never. [ He's sure he could eat her out and work up to a full hardon. Right now, though, that's not the point. ]

[ Nishitani keeps a hand on the wall for help with that balance situation, thanks. She's def at undressing him, though, and once he's down to his own underwear and socks, he finally stumbles over to where he'd tossed their yukatas last time they managed to get out to the sento. Feels like years, when it's only been a couple weeks, at most. ]

Here. [ Offers hers out to her, while getting his righted. ]

[killtime]

[ She reaches out for her yukata to take it from him and pull it on, tucking the fabric around herself in a way that’s habitual and automatic.

With a twinge of wryness: ]

Been so long, I sort of miss those two wrinkly old fucks at the sento.

[ It hasn’t been that long. Especially by the measure of an immortal’s lifetime. But it’s been long enough for her to miss the routine, and the pair of yokai running the place probably noticed their absence. ]

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I bet they just soaked the entire fuckin time and bitched about the weather. [ Nishitani likes those two old fucks, too. He doesn't let people and their rules interfere with his wants often, but the bathhouse is warm, quiet, and close. They say no fucking in the sento and they're the only two people he's ever listened to on that matter. Finally, he pulls on his yukata and shambles over to the entry. ]

[killtime]

[ She wanders over to the door after him, nudging her sandals onto her feet before heading out the door. At least the walk there will be practically brainless - they’ve done it enough times that she could take herself to the bathhouse in her sleep. ]

Probably. [ Andy agrees mildly, her voice a bit fond when she goes on wryly: ] Soaking and bitching - it’s almost a little romantic.