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🐉 JULY CATCH-ALL, CLOSED.

Who ⬤ the great mortelix & "friends"
What ⬤ potential sub-stories, mini-event, event, & other threads!
When ⬤ throughout the month of july!
Where ⬤ all around jigokucho most likely!
Content Warnings ⬤ nothing as of right now, but will update accordingly!

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[ to be honest, he's heard that alcohol was a great equalizer in conversation. what reservations people have are left at the door, and it was enough where he's heard humans had considered it a sort of rite or ritual they complete at a certain age. while it didn't exactly piece together with his dragon sensibilities, he knows his foolish father had shared many a drink with humans during his time as dragon lord (which also led to his demise, ultimately, but he digresses).

realistically, he's not sure how effective it was on someone like yuuji who seemed honest and easygoing by nature. but, he supposed everyone had secrets and even the seemingly most optimistic and heroic individuals were just as susceptible to that rule than anyone else. no, perhaps it would be fair to state that there probably was more beneath the surface there than the average man.

his lips curve upwards slightly, giving something akin to an amicable smile as he pours his drink into his glass. per his training, he heard a smile was just as imperative as the act of serving them. but, before he could continue on with anything else, yuuji mentions physical intimacy. to be honest as a dragon that was either revered or feared, he never expected anyone to wonder about how he feels. he supposed only the boy in front of him would be concerned over such a matter.

as if to answer his question, or perhaps to perfectly evade it, he reaches out, the tips of his fingers gripping onto yuuji's. it's a brief touch and yuuji might notice the way his fingertips are more cold than they are warm. but, before his touch lingers, he moves yuuji's hand...

to around the glass of vodka. still not removing his hand, he continues: ] I am more curious to know what you think. Do I seem the type to mind? [ to be honest, mort did have his own sense of honor to uphold, and he figures if he didn't like something, he was more than okay leaving, but it was kind of entertaining to test him. ]

[ while he did experience the joys of intoxication and its daunting effects, yuuji had an impressive level of tolerance for someone as young as he is, and inexperienced. it didn't mean he is keen on making it a habit, if anything— the sorcerer isn't fond of it. he didn't appreciate not being in control or lucid enough to be aware of his surroundings. the alcohol bliss seemed to dominate his choices for him, blurring his memory along the way and it held an eerie resemblance to when sukuna takes over. an interesting experience, but no thank you.

however, denying a friend's gesture is not something he wished to do; especially when he knew, inwardly, he can tolerate a drink or two while still keeping his head above water. this seems like a night he would like to remember.

the touch teasing his hand rallied his senses again; his gaze tracing the other's movement in a pressing curiosity. if mort's intention is to distract and subsequently elude that question, it might've worked like a charm, as yuuji is more fixated on being pampered— staring down at their hands together. he then closed his eyes, allowing himself a moment to make one important promise to his future self: 'don't ever visit this place again' — yeah, he's not made to be seduced. someone so weak-hearted and touch-starved is a perfect victim of easy money. they will rob him blind. ]

I think ... I don't have to worry about you.

[ that's when yuuji's cheeks finally warmed up, taking a light shade of pink, grinning with a distinct fluster. yo, he had no shame— he's fucking smitten and mort had to know it. finally, he breaks away from the other's touch, only to bring the glass close to his lips and downed the whole thing in one breath. ah, that was a little too strong, and yet yuuji took it like a champ. ]

You will not let anyone take advantage of you. I can tell you're strong. You're built to fight, and you'll be just fine in this messy faction! [ and then with a shrug: ] ... just keep in mind you have a friend in the Enma, and I can totally arrest someone for you.

[ it's been entire centuries since he's gotten intimate enough with an individual to read their every shift in expression under his touch. while there were no shortage of knights and dragons who approached him with the intentions to slay him, none were quite as intertwined in his life than the girl he had raised. sometimes, mort feels like he can see a vague inkling of her in yuuji. a mere glimpse of shadows that seems to pass every time he sees the bit of color tinge his features.

but, it wasn't just in his reaction. it was in the goodwill he projects and maybe even in the hope he seems to offer (even to someone as horribly intentioned like mort), as well as in the darkness that seems to dwell just beneath the surface. the more mort touches him and capture his warmth within his own, colder hands, does he begin to think there are multiple ways in which they intersect, and he finds himself wanting to untangle each thread. naturally, the more curious he becomes, the more bold he feels in his advances.

which is why he's a bit surprised and even mildly disappointed at the prospect of yuuji pulling away, even if it is to finally give attention to the drink he's poured. it's an unreasonable sentiment, but one he had possesses nonetheless. ] That's a shame. It might have been a nice experience to win your concern.

[ he's mostly joking. but, mort can't help but find yuuji's reactions and even the way he estimates him as nothing short of "adorable." then again, mort found the idea of being stabbed in the back as "cute," so who knows if it's an actual fitting conclusion he's come to.... he gives a small hum of thought before giving a slightly easygoing nod. ] I'll be sure to remember that. I think the sight of you exerting your authority over someone could be equally appealing.

[ at that, he reaches over, touching the corner of yuuji's lip, wiping any residual alcohol off. only a fool wouldn't use a tactic that yielded such delicious results, righ? ]

You really think that's appealing? Most of the time, folks just frown at the sight of an Enma flashing their badge, a-and-

[ — oh.

he lost his line of thoughts here, stuttering his last word into something incoherent before shutting himself up; shoulders visibly tensed under the thick fabric of his hoodie, eyes wide. it was at this very moment yuuji noted how cold mort's skin felt against his own, and how close it was to sneak a touch over his lower lip. while he understood the nature of their little training session here, presuming mort is doing nothing more than fulfilling his duties as a tamamo host— after all, they just had to be so sly and enticing in everything they do. a really dangerous bunch.

but, but ... walking into this with some vague, one-sided attraction is making what is intended to be a playful tease to skyrocket into a mad turmoil of wild emotions.

he didn't pull away this time, which might've been less humiliating than what he was about to do. the sorcerer broke off his silence with a short-winded and very nervous chuckle. it took him a while to realize he'd been clutching into each knee with such force that he's almost hurting himself right now, so — let's relax the hands, and stretch those fingers. he's still so stiff. ]

Umm ...

[ .......... ]

Can I have another drink? Fresh juice. I'm not good with alcohol ...

[ yes, give mort an excuse to leave the table, so he can calm the fuck down. ]

Edited 2022-07-30 19:13 (UTC)

[ the fact that he doesn't immediately pull away is a relatively positive sign as far as mort was concerned. though, he easily identifies the fact that can't simply take it at face value, either. a lot could go on in the mind of an individual who is debating between fight and flight, after all.

tilting his own head slightly, he angles it if just to get a closer view of the sorcerer. he can almost taste the discomfort and finds that a bit intriguing too. he wonders if this meant that he failed at being a proper host, but maybe yuuji will forgive him? while he isn't exactly certain what yuuji is deliberating on, he takes it as progress if he's allowing him in such close proximity. which he still isn't sure comes from trust, confidence, or something else he can't see.

at yuuji's request, however, he does seem to nod along. since he asked so nicely!

but... whether fortunate or unfortunate, he doesn't quite leave yet. while his fingers do move, they fall somewhere near his collar bone. he gives a light squeeze, massaging into the muscle. his touch is firm, but lacking the pressure to cause any real pain. ] Don't be so tense.

I am sure you know this, but tensing your muscles can become a bad habit. [ he recites this with accustomed ease, as if he were more of a teacher than a ... whatever this was. regardless, he seems to shake it off as he does release his hold on yuuji. after all, now was the next hurdle...

what fruit juice is even popular. he might just have to select by some arbitrary means like smell. to bring less attention to the fact that he's still relatively poor at making these types of calls (who let an ancient dragon try his hand at mixology??), he continues. ] I never would have guessed you were poor with alcohol considering the way you consumed it.

[ how is he not supposed to be tense after this?! yuuji didn't know it was possible to feel like a wild fever roaming through his body, from 0 to 100 in such a short period of time. in fact, he's pretty sure that's not normal, and he would've assumed he's falling sick if he wasn't — well, excited?

yes, this is new. there is a hint of awkwardness, but it was also really flattering. this is probably the charm of the hosting services of the tamamo faction; give the client the satisfaction of living their wildest dreams and yuuji is living one right now. despite the enamored, intoxicated smile on his face— the sorcerer is still sober enough not to be utterly blinded by temptations, and act on them. mort is a friend. mort is working right now. mort is not hitting on him; he is just doing his job. mort is also one sexy delicious piece of-

he breathed out a heavy exhale, snapping out of it and rolling his shoulder back- ]

You're right. It is a bad habit, but I'm a bit tense for a reason.

[ expressing himself had never been easy, often coming off as too straightforward and maybe crude. however, itadori yuuji has always been honest; that's what he can offer. ]

I'm really enjoying my time right now. A lot. It can be for the shallow reason that you're really attractive, but you're also graceful. I don't ... think you need any further training in the charm department. You're a pro already. Consider me charmed! ♥

[ and really riled up, not sure if he should be here much longer without embarrassing himself further. as for the alcohol, he shrugged. ]

... I can stomach anything? Even if I hate the taste. [ he glances toward the other, shifting a bit closer- ] We could prepare the drinks together. If you need help with that? I used to work in a restaurant/bar before getting promoted.

Edited 2022-08-13 11:38 (UTC)

[ seeing the array of emotions that flit across yuuji's countenance is nothing short of amusing. he supposed it was always an interesting experience to be on the other end of someone's goodwill, or even affections. though, mort isn't sure if it's affections so much as just a temporary state of heightened emotions for the boy. even when they first met, it seemed he had some interest in the pure concept that he was a dragon ~~(who is actually an ogre)~~, after all... mort presumes that still played some sort of role in his overall appeal, and to be honest, he wasn't opposed to taking advantage of that fact.

what he doesn't truly see beneath the surface is likely all the little emotions that he truly didn't have a full comprehension of. kind of like now. ] And here I thought you were supposed to be a difficult customer. [ he responds in tune, but there seems to be some humor to his voice. ]

But, I think I also prefer you as you are. [ as the sorcerer who may very well be the one who cures him of his eternal boredom.

but, with that done and said— ]

If you would. I admit I had subordinates who handled most of the menial tasks. Besides, it would be a shame if my concoction ended up being the worst thing you've tasted. [ but, can his drinks compare to sukuna's fingers??? i hope not. imagine a flesh/curse flavored drink. ]

That's ... actually really sweet, Mort!

[ whether the dragon meant it in the way yuuji perceived it or not, it didn't matter— it felt nice to hear someone accepts him for who he is. or, at least, say it out loud. there's a bit of flattered pride behind his smile; a cheery little shake of his head as he got himself settled right next to his friend— drumming his fingers playfully as he regarded the offered options. it's a wild selection, mostly alcoholic (obviously for a reason) — he hums, contemplates some more, and then starts by grabbing a glass- ]

Okay. This one is not really alcoholic-free? But ... a lot of souls seemed to favor it whenever they ask for a refreshing taste. I tried it, and it's actually really good. A very easy drink to make while you charm your guests! You don't wanna' keep 'em waiting for too long, you know?

[ he proceeds to pour some gin, then added fresh lemon juice to the mix, a drizzle of lightly sweetened syrup then finished with club soda; he then stirs all the ingredients together, and dropped some ice before decorating with a lemon slice and a cute cherry on top. it will certainly taste a lot better than sukuna's fingers. ]

Give it a try!

[ he tossed in a straw and leaned over to mort's direction— with every intent to coax him for a taste as he held the glass up.

ah, who's serving who now? ]

[ "sweet." the more he speaks to yuuji, the more he inevitably hears terms that he isn't accustomed to. or rather, he's only heard in whispers and misunderstandings formed from his prior pupil. he supposed maybe this could still constitute as some form of misinterpretation, but, of no creation but his own.

oddly enough, he was satisfied with that and shows that in a light curve of his lips. either way, it was pure fact that he believed those who harnessed special abilities and powers be treated appropriately, and raised and given all the right resources. normally, he would be all hands-in on this, but he likes the idea of studying yuuji from a careful distance.

a distance that actually doesn't seem all too far. when yuuji's hands move, mort studies them with interest. once complete and kind of in his face, he leans over to take a few careful sips through the straw, his neck leaning down as yuuji holds the glass in place.

the drink itself was was surprisingly refreshing. unlike the horrifying creations of mostly straight up alcohol he's created, he does find this easier to swallow down. he's heard in instances like these it was imperative to give praise, and so, he lifts a hand and places it on top of yuuji's head. ] You did well.

[ a pause before— ] May I make you one as well?

[ this is where he shows his skills in mimicry, he thinks... ]

[ he offers a little bow, and while it was more of him being silly yuuji still felt a sense of pride for getting that acknowledgment. it took him a fair amount of time to find his way into creating respectful drinks, and after many errors (and dealing with a very angry boss)— it's good to know he is skillful enough to offer a helping hand. ]

Sure! Make the same one and then create your own. Surprise me!

[ he leans back on his seat, using the same straw that was offered to mort, enjoying the refreshing taste. from where he is resting, it was safe to stare— the sorcerer found himself showing less interest in the dragon's work and more in his physical aspect. his soft hair, the curve of those horns, his strong build, and then further down to his ... tail. he slurps some more, silence, and then he blurted out: ]

You don't talk much about yourself.

[ it felt like every question yuuji has asked, somehow ends up with him talking about his own experiences and thoughts instead. if he wasn't so smitten, he would've picked up on it earlier. he considered this guy as a friend, and yet — he really didn't know anything about him either. ]

Are you coping well here?

[ it isn't often he concentrated on anything other than war, combat, and achieving his goals. it's odd to think that in the short time he's known yuuji that he's somehow managed to create these new experiences. to be honest, they're fresh enough to the point where mort isn't particularly certain if he enjoys them or not (still on the fence about using peach emoji, for example), but he does appreciate the knowledge he's inevitably passed on to him through these meetings.

it's fortunate mort had some vague semblance of bartending training when he had arrived, and he decides to use this to his advantage. as the sorcerer had suggested, he recreates his drink to a tee. nothing missing, including the garnishing. he then makes a second drink.

but, while he's debating what ingredients to use, it's then that he heard yuuji's words. "you don't talk much about yourself." that gets a small hint of a chuckle from him. ] Funny enough, I was going to say you are similar, but a little different.

Sometimes I get the impression, like now, that you're more concerned about others than you are yourself. [ he comprehends this on an irrefutable level that yuuji did always seem to put a priority on other people. just like now. it wasn't a bad thing, but it is perplexing to mort. which is why he probably spends a moment too long pondering this before he realizes his hands are idle. ]

But, I've been coping fine. You might think it odd, but I often feel this world will truly give me what I desire.

[ ... and he seems to stare at yuuji a second too long as he admits this. which isn't a lie. yuuji was strong and had endless potential. it wouldn't be off to state that he was sort of similar to being his own vessel. or that's the impression mort got of him. still, he closes his eyes briefly as if to physically break that line in conversation.

does this count as talking about himself... ]

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🐉 JULY CATCH-ALL, CLOSED.

adsjkH STOP!! it was... impressive. we all need to strive to be that kind of hero

i hope mort gets to sext someone one day u_u

he will have to run it by his sexting manager yuuji first u_u

you really want mort to stay single, huh?

stop!?! yooj is the 🍑 master

and yet he gets no 🍑 sigh

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