July Catch All

[holeful]

Who ⬤ Fukuda "Snack Hole" Tamotsu and whoever has the misfortune of encountering him
What ⬤ July substories and other semi-open prompts
When ⬤ Throughout the month
Where ⬤ Various
Content Warnings ⬤ General Fukuda Warning


[Office Work- Closed To Enmas]
[Fukuda is a weird guy in so many ways, even moreso now that he's somehow become a dogboy with hole powers, but one of them is his schedule, which doesn't seem to include sleep? He's always running on the late night patrol shift, and then comes in first thing in the morning to file his paperwork when morning shift people come in. Does he sleep during the afternoon? Hard to say but you'll certainly see him out and about in the afternoon as well, so??? He rarely seems tired, outside of the blood rain incident, but you may catch him in any of the following unusual situations;

1. Actually in one of his rare states of tiredness, nodding off at his desk and spilling his coffee onto the floor in the process
2. You open one of the file closets to find Fukuda in a pile of papers and boxes. Is he trying to reorganize or just making things worse?
3. Sniffing things.
4. Entering a room by making a hole in the door rather than opening it. It's awkward for him to clamber through the hole but he keeps doing this anyway.

But usually he is... normal? Normal for him. Always willing to help out if you ask him.]

[Clinic Visit]
[Fukuda's not really a fan of doctors due to his avoidance of being perceived in any way, but he's unfortunately got several concerns and also A Mission to accomplish, so he's going to be stopping by, probably multiple times. After all, there's a lot of things wrong with him. So he's walking in, slightly awkward, and leading with the insane opener of;]

Um, hello, I was hoping to talk to someone about... something?
[Helpful.

Anyway this is for anyone at the clinic, Fukuda has multiple issues so everyone can have their own discreet visit, lmf]

[Terrible House Guest- for Cain/Yuuji/Megumi]
[Now, Fukuda is from the modern era, so he like. Knows about texting. But he also has brain damage and is very excited about his new powers. So for a short while, before he is presumably banned from doing so, Fukuda will show up at these three's apartment, and rather than knock on the door, just makes one of his cool new holes in the wall. Hello, here is the hole man.]

A person on the street was handing out coupons, so who wants to go eat?
[He will take all comers.]

[Wildcard]
[If you'd like a prompt for one of the substories this month, or something else entirely, hit me up!]

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CRACKDOWNS- Substory Prompt for Saito

[holeful]

[Fukuda hasn't exactly gone out of his way to meet all the new people, simply because he's not good at meeting new people, but he hasn't exactly not noticed them. So he recognizes this one, sort of, but when they were randomly assigned to work the current assignment together, with Fukuda being the one in charge of supervising the newbie, he's a little stressed out. He doesn't feel like this mission is really his bag but hey. Orders are orders.

He's got his Enma badge on, and where a normal cop would have a gun holstered, he has a power drill, for some reason. His newly grown dog ears are tilted a bit downward, but he's trying his best to put on a face of competency.]

It's Sejima-san, right? You don't have any experience with stuff like this, do you?
[He wants to try to maintain some air of seniority, but at the same time honestly he hopes the answer is yes, because he certainly doesn't.]

[parasaito]

[Saito is in a similar position regarding meeting people, although for a different reason. The one thing he actively seeks from others is the same one thing no one is ever willing to part with — it makes socializing a moot point. Instead, he's been spending the time he has to be around people observing them. The more unusual ones, given their natural ability to stand out, are unironically the ones that his curiosity tends to navigate to.

And naturally, Fukuda stands out. Simply by existing.

When the man with questionable fashion sense, dog ears and hole in his head speaks to him, Saito's eyebrows crease slightly. Not because of the aforementioned, but rather because he notices the taller male has a power drill... for a weapon.]

Fukuda-san, was it? You're going to have to be a little more specific than this.

[Because his answer depends on which aspect of the mission he's being asked about. Although he was assigned as an enforcer only recently, there's one certain field he has a lot more expertise in.]

[holeful]

[Wow his fashion sense is totally fine besides the slightly unusual accent of the suspenders!!!]

Ah, well, I suppose both police work in general, but also more exactly, following up on warrants and seizing illegal property, if found.
[It's more insense than most of what he's been doing.]

Since I imagine some people might try to fight if it's discovered they have contraband.

[parasaito]

[It's exactly the suspenders that scream old fashioned...]

Yes, I have some experience with that kind of thing.

[Now it's Saito's turn to be vague. Although his experience is limited to the opposite end of the kind of work they're tasked with. Except that shadier and more grotesque. But hey, it counts, right?]

I think I can handle myself just fine with a gun. [He eyes the other man's "gun" again.] Shouldn't you be more worried about yourself? I mean, how effective is that power drill in a gunfight?

[Well, worst case scenario he can at least use Fukuda as a meat shield.]

[The Enma Offices, Having A Very Normal One]

[itstillhurt]

[Azula is having a bad time.

She'd learned about the smartphone and the internet in a couple of days, at least well enough to get by. She'd figured out computers not long after. Modern vehicles, electric lights, all these things made sense to her. She wasn't entirely clear on what radio signals were, but she gets the jist.

And yet, after weeks, she still cannot manage to get a printer to function even if her life depended on it. At least this time the ink jam didn't ruin her blouse. These things were expensive.

So she's already not in a tremendously good mood when, suddenly, an ovoid chunk of the door disappears into thin air and a very tall man starts climbing through.

She hates it here.]

... The knob works fine, you know. I checked.

[holeful]

[In her defense, printers are the devil's work and no one knows how to use them.]

Oh, I know! But Mr Enma gave me this power so I figure I aught to practice using it as much as I can!
[A very normal thought process, surely. Once he's all the way through, the hole disappears. making the door whole once more. His tail is wagging slightly.]

Oh, are you using the printer still?
[Apparently that is why he is here also.]

[itstillhurt]

[Well, he's...

tall.

And- wait, is that a tail? Are those ears? What happened to his face? Is that a hole in his-

No. Nope. Too much going on there. Not in the mood she's in. No, thank you.]

Apparently not. Every printer in this building runs on the same ink container, and yet every ink container I find is the wrong kind.

[...Ink container probably means cartridge, in this case. Look, she gets the idea, at least?]

DATE? DATE???- for Julieta

[holeful]

[Honestly Fukuda still half believes this is going to end up as an elaborate prank, since it certainly wouldn't be the first time someone has played a cruel joke on him. It's been a while, sure, but only because he hasn't taken a lot of risks that would allow it to happen, and also it's a bit less of a threat being an adult than being in high school.

But still, Julieta had seemed sincere, and if nothing else, he wants to have a good relationship with his coworkers as he gets gradually less confident in his agreement with department policies. So!! He is dressed... well frankly, pretty much the same as he always is, in a cuffed dress shirt, suspenders, and slacks. However he has purchased a NEW shirt for the occasion, in a dark red. He's hoping it helps him look cooler. He has also brought a bouquet of purple flowers, but the end up on the floor when he trips over the threshold of the cafe, so when he holds them out to her, they look a bit bedraggled. Oh also he absolutely did not warn her beforehand that he is a dog boy now.]

S-sorry, I drop-Well you saw, I think.
[HE IS REALLY GOING THROUGH IT.]

[sharpestsword]

[ Julieta is nothing if not sincere. At times it can be a bit much for some people but there are few people whose opinion of her is any concern. It's been an interesting experience for her to explore things she's never had the opportunity to try before. So far it's been going better than expected. For once she's wearing something nicer than athletic wear or her uniform. He's easy to spot. Her face lights up at his thoughtful gift even as she takes some amusement from his clumsiness. ]

Ah, thank you so much. We didn't get to have these on the space colony.

[holeful]

[He immediately brightens up, partly because of her gracious acceptance, but because of the very interesting thing she has just said.]

You lived in a space colony, miss Julieta?
[TAIL WAGGING WITH INTEREST. He sits down next to her, clearly eager to hear more about space.]

clinic, gaa2 spoilers to come B)

[softshoes]

[It's been humbling to start from nearly square one-- he's an academic before a general practitioner, and before that he'd dealt with largely corpses and scuffed up friends, to say nothing of the enormous gulf between 1900 and this world's era of medicine. By now, however, Mikotoba's settled into the general rhythm of volunteer work at the clinic. Every day, he learns a little more, and he thinks he's seen every strange thing that Jigoku-cho has to offer.

Until he passes by the entrance to see a man with a hole in his head.]

Good God, man, how are you standing? [Both he and the nice woman behind the front desk are gaping, but only Mikotoba's hurrying over to Fukuda to make sure he's not going to straight up die on their doorstep. But the hole is... an old wound. But it's ... still... open?

????????]

A-are you in need of care, sir? [HOW THE FUCK IS IT SCABBED OVER?]

[holeful]

[Fukuda is a little confused by the alarmed reactions at first, because as he settles into the odd group here, less people react to his hole, and he was focused on his other, actual concerns. So after a confused pause, he laughs a little.]

Haha, I am, sort of, but my hole is fine! I've had it for three years.
[Three years, Mikotoba!!! The front desk nurse is frowning in confusion and concern. Anyway Fukuda holds up his arm, which has a bandage wrapped around the forearm.]

I wanted to get this injury checked to see how it's healing.

[softshoes]

[Poor Chiyo at the front desk is casting concerned glances back and forth between Fukuda, and Mikotoba, and Fukuda again. Like he can blame her. Guess he's just going to have to set that aside for the moment to take the man's actual injury into care.]

We'll address that later. I haven't got any further appointments, so I'll be able to take a look at that now. Please: follow me.

[With a clipboard in hand and the nervous gaze of the front desk nurse on his back, Mikotoba gestures for Fukuda to follow him to a patient room and begins to walk there.]

What seems to be the issue?

CRACKDOWNS (SORT OF) for Jack

[holeful]

[Sometimes you are just walking down the street when you see your very cool british friend. A normal person would say hello. But Fukuda is not normal.]

Ah, good afternoon Jack! Could you pretend to be a drug dealer for me?
[Having a normal one with Fukuda again today.]

[hellborne]

[ sometimes you get to have a nice, normal day in hell.

other times, you have to deal with fukuda. ]

Come again?

[ jack heard him perfectly. but the request is weird enough to make them want to confirm. ]

[holeful]

[Fukuda just be saying shit.]

Mm, Mr Enma is asking us to chase leads on illegal Stardust dealing, but I'm worried I'm not going to be able to do it properly, so I was hoping I could practice. You're always straightforward but kind in your feedback.
[So he's asking you.]

Fun House Guest

[himbosupreme]

[Should Fukuda literally creating a hole in the wall and sticking his head through startle a normal person? Yes. Was Cain particularly bothered? Not in the least. This is actually quite tame for him.

It helps he can't see the head poking through the obvious hole, but he can hear the voice easily. Looking up from the knife he was staring at, he smiled.]

What kind of coupons? I mean, I'm okay with anything. Actually, are you gonna make that thing close up after? Megumi will get mad.

[holeful]

[See this is why he and Cain are perfect friends. They're both deranged.]

Fried chicken! I thought about asking Mr Turner, but he's probably pretty picky about that since it's his signature dish.
[So he defaulted to his favorite, Cain.]

And yeah! I can close it back up. It's pretty cool, right?

[himbosupreme]

Oh, yeah. Nero can get kinda picky about those things. He hates it when people are in his kitchen with him too.

[But he's putting away the knife he's inspecting away and standing up. It's not his full uniform he's wearing today, but he's slowly trying to expand his wardrobe. So it was just a more casual jacket and shirt for now and he's not letting go of his earrings now that the bird police were no longer around.

Cain's coming over to look at the hole though, since it was kind of cool. Patting Fukuda on the head to see him, he grins.]

I kinda want to try now, but we should probably get going.

office work... 2?

[lemoncandy]

( Shealtiel has a very busy schedule, lately. It's familiar one, at the very least, with most of his tasks matching up evenly with all of the ones he had to do in Paradiso. Still, he's lacking sleep, he's itching for more, and he's completely not expecting it when he opens the file closet to grab something and is met with a man a whole foot taller than him crammed in among the papers and boxes.

Immediately, he slams the door shut again, both palms flat against the door like that might help hold back whatever is in there. It wasn't a demon, no. No red eyes, no fangs (right??), no demon wings for sure, but—

There was definitely a hole going straight through his head, right?! Are zombies a thing now?! Did humanity cause zombies?!

After a very long pause, Shealtiel cracks the file closet open again, squinting inside. )

Umm...?

( Is that enough of a request for an explanation? )

[holeful]

[Fukuda keeps forgetting with the new crop that his appearance is alarming. So he just thinks the confusion is about the state of the files.]

Ah, sorry, I dropped one of the file boxes, and then realized I might as well reorganize the rest of the files in here anyway... Did you need one of them? I think I still know where everything is while I'm working on it.

[There are like hundreds of papers in here, how.]

[lemoncandy]

I actually came here for a...

( Shealtiel pauses for a very long time. He glances between the files, the boxes, the miscellaneous corner of office supplies, the hole in Fukuda's head, and back again in a circle. Hm.

This guy can talk, so he's probably not a zombie. So he's just like that? He's not one to judge, but now he's second guessing what he has to ask for, and Shealtiel quietly brings up a hand to cover his mouth like that might help. )

A holepunch.

( He says it so quietly. )

LOVE HOTEL- Ember follow up for Izou, how did this happen. (NSFW)

[holeful]

[Unlike the rest of this log, this is before Fukuda was given his dog boy powers. He honestly can't believe this is happening. Izou really is a funny little guy. Who would have guessed one of the four hitokiri was such a tsundere. He even said it himself!! He likes Fukuda enough to get a nice room!! Even when he was threatening to beat him up before!!

He figures flowers is wrong for someone like this, so he shows up with a six pack of Asahi instead.]

Izou-san?
[He's clearly a little hesitant. Cautious, even.]

[heretic_blade]

[ Izō looks between him and the beer. There's something ... charmingly pathetic about bringing a gift to a hookup, but hey, booze is booze and it tastes even better when it's free. ]

Ya know ya don't gotta bring anythin', right?

[ Obviously not. Whatever. He sets the beer aside for now (a treat for later) and pulls Fukuda closer (a treat for now). A kiss to start with, rough and eager, a sign of things to come. ]

[holeful]

I was j-
[But before he can say more about the logic behind his actions, he's being kissed. He really wasn't expecting it to be so immediate, especially after his previous encounters with Izou went.

Speaking of, he gets distracted for a bit thinking about the fact that this is the same mouth that just a few weeks ago was tearing flesh from his body. A normal person would probably be wigged out by this, but Fukuda just finds it kind of funny.

And also, he figures it's only right to give at least a little bit of payback. So while at first he's fairly passively accepting the contact, once he reaches this conclusion, he raises his hands to hold Izou's shoulders, before catching the shorter man's lower lip between his teeth and biting.]