open 🌙 july catchall

[nerine]

Who ⬤ Monts and Various
What ⬤ July Sub-stories and Catchall
When ⬤ Throughout July.
Where ⬤ Here and there in Jigokucho, mostly in Tamamo Territory.
Content Warnings ⬤ The Amazing Mr. Libido and perhaps some sauciness because of Stardust. Will be added as needed.

Notes ⬤ Prompts in the comments!



"Meet me like I'm midnight."

Comments

[federates]

[ it... yes, it definitely did, monts, from the few stories he heard. when monts finishes speaking, barton's expression lights up. any exuberance has returned in full. ]

Ha ha ha, really?! I'm full of 'em! I have so many, your head will explode!!

[ he means like - knock your socks off, kinda impressive. not you know, actually. thank you. for now, he takes a long drink from his glass. then he kicks back into his seat, lacing his hands behind his head as he leans back into what's probably a fluffy pillow. ]

Where to start? —Probably something more practical, if you wanna take something away from it.

[nerine]

[The automatic doors at the front open, but Monts is focusing on Barton and their booth is far away enough that there's nothing to notice yet.]

Alright, then! Tell me about one of your toughest battles and how you were able to win against all odds!

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[federates]

Hohh, my toughest? Jumping right to it, huh? [ barton's mouth pulls into a smirk. not that he minds that; he thinks it's all good stuff. ] Well, lemme tell you 'bout this battle four years ago, where every legion, even our Captain of the Guard, was called to ac -

[federates]

[ wait a second.

barton shuts up immediately. nearing the two is one (1) mr. libido. he looks particularly smug, and he's apparently no less full of wayward sexual energy - judging by the taunting hip thrusts he makes in their direction. ]

[ expression cross, his voice now no less a roar, ]

Back for round seven?! [ it's actually probably a higher number than this, but he just spits out something roughly in that ballpark. ] Aghhh! Shit!!

[ he stands so abruptly that he knocks his beverage to the floor, oops. and now he's vaulting over a table, making a beeline for their most (un)wanted. mr. libido expected this, naturally, and bolts for the exit. he even glances back to ensure barton is giving chase. ]

[ preoccupied as he may be, his mind recalibrating to one-track battle mode, he does throw his own look back to monts. ]

Whatever, I'll -- we'll talk later!! [ please send him the bill, also. :') ]