[closed] when i rule the world

[no_kyouken]

Who ⬤ Goromi & Co
What ⬤ Dates
Notes ⬤ If you want a date ping me: PM | itsabee#1072.

Content Warnings ⬤ Cross dress, smut.




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[no_kyouken]

⭐ AZEM

[no_kyouken]

[ While a single cooking class is not going to save either of them, it had seemed like it might be fun. It's an absolute beginner class, the kind of recipes they teach to high schoolers in home economics. The dish of the day is croquettes, which while simple have a way of getting messy.

Goromi laughs as more potato lands on the countertop. ]

Think th'oil's ready yet?

[starshepard]

[ Azem hums thoughtfully as they eye the pot of oil on the stove. It's hard to tell just from looking at it if it's not enough to start cooking or not and the thermometer they were given has... vanished. Somehow. ]

Um, didn't they say something about using the wooden sticks to see? If they bubble or it's ready, right?

[ Azem is pretty good at retaining information even if they don't seem like they're listening. But that doesn't mean they're going to be any good at the actual cooking part. ]

[no_kyouken]

Chopsticks.

[ She provides helpfully, rolling another croquette through its breading. ]

There's a set tucked in there with th'spoons an' shit.

[ A little red paper sleeve makes them easy to spot. ]

[starshepard]

Right, those.

[ Azem digs out the chopsticks and pokes them into the oil. Sure enough, they bubble. ]

I would say it's ready.

[no_kyouken]

All right.

[ Incoming croquettes. They splash a little and Goromi makes a face and lifts her hands back. Maybe a little gentler next time. ]

Think yer gonna do this at home any time?

[ She laughs. It's kind of a mess for something you can just buy at the convenience store. ]

[starshepard]

[ Azem has never fried anything in their life so they jump back a little at the splash and subsequent sizzling. Though it seems to calm enough once the croquettes are in. ]

Ah, no I don't think so. I'm like to burn down the apartment before I successfully manage to cook something like at home.

⭐ DANTE

[no_kyouken]

[ It's been Majima and the Wild Snake's show for a while now, they're trying to establish something, and she can wait. She does wait, but the energy that drives Majima to just shed his skin and be someone else for a while is always building. She's ready to get dressed up and go have fun. And she has a really good partner for that endeavor. She smiles more than Majima does, toothy and earnest in her enjoyment.

She's found a themed bar to take him too, all the cool of Western rock that he could possibly ask for and live music to boot. Since it was to important to him, and all. ]

[demonrebel]

[The second Majima--oh wait, Goromi mentioned she was free for a night out into town, Dante rearranged all of his plans for the evening to make time for her. It's always time to paint the town red if Goromi is out to play. He wasted no time meeting her at their bar of choice. Some little hole in the wall pub with awesome acoustics and live music. The bar is very reminiscent to the pubs he used to haunt in Redgrave making Dante feel a bit nostalgic.]

Hey, babe!

[He greets her with a grin once he gets a good look at Goromi in her cute little punker outfit. The two of them kind of look like Sid and Nancy without all the horrible violence and drugs. Dante's rocking his signature look today, all clad in black and red as usual.]

You certainly know how to pick a bar. This place is great!

[no_kyouken]

[ She grins back at him, she's much quicker to smile than Majima is; wide and fangy. Goromi's ethos is all about expressing herself and not stifling herself. She also knows where all the good spots are, the clients at the hostess clubs like to tell her all about it. When the hostesses and hosts hang out and drink, she hears from them too. She is smugly pleased with her acumen. She leans in against his shoulder and kisses his cheek. ]

Glad ya like it.

[ There is an intensity to the way that Majima feels about and thinks about people, when it gets a good outlet he can be pretty damn on point. ]

They got some stupidly big burgers too.

[ Like 'unhinge your jaw to get in your mouth' stupid. ]

[demonrebel]

[A silly grin settles on Dante's lips after that little peck on the cheek. What can he say? He's a romantic at heart who really enjoys the extra attention. While he knows Majima and Goromi are one of the same, he utterly enjoys how carefree Goromi is with her affections.]

Stupidly big burgers, huh?

[He questions with an eyebrow raise. It's been a while since he had a monster burger. Too long, actually. As much as he likes Japanese-inspired food, he can really cause use a stupidly huge burger right now.]

Feel like going halfsies on one? [Dante asks before looking for a menu or something.] Or do you think you can handle one of these big boys on your own?

[He gives Goromi a suggestive wink once he finds a menu card. Damn, these burgers are pretty damn huge judging from the photo. Dante can definitely wolf this monstrosity down with a tall glass of beer but he's not sure if his sexy snake lady can handle the challenge.]

[no_kyouken]

Big as yer head.

[ She agrees with a hum, not actually paying any attention to the menu in favor of playing with his hair. Listen, Dante, she's a snake as big as a building. She can eat anything you put in front of her.

Her relationship to Chijoku is yet another variable, but the two of them at least embrace one another. They have many similarities, which is not a coincidence. Chijoku chose his host with specificity. ]

Absolutely gonna eat one.

[ Which settles that order to put in. She slides down into her own chair and turns her head to watch the small stage. She is game to hear a bunch of utterly meaningless musical trivia about people she has probably never heard of. Just explaining the canon past 1988 is a full night's worth of shit to talk about. Glam rock of the 1980s in Japan was its own scene too, plenty of room for her to contribute, even if she mostly laughs at herself and owns that her taste in music has absolutely no refinement. Whatever played on the radio is what she heard.

She has a good time, even when it's not her thing. ]

[demonrebel]

[ A giddy little chuckle escapes Dante once he feels her fingers sliding through his hair. He's not shameless enough to admit he likes that but he does. He likes getting all this attention from Goromi, especially since it's a bit of rarity at times. That's why he sits back and let her do as she pleases. It feels nice to let someone take charge for a while. ]

Good! Then I'm gonna order us the fattest cheeseburger they can make.

[ He says before briefly flagging down one of the workers nearby. Everyone here looks like they stepped right out of Trash & Vaudeville in their Sunday's best with skulls and spikes all over. It's very reminiscent to the punk scene in Redgrave, eerily so, but Dante is enjoying himself judging from that goofy little smile of his. For once, he feels like he's right at home. ]

Yo, Goromi-chan~ [ Oh, he's being cute now. ] Do you have a favorite band, babe? For me, it's Guns & Roses, baby.

⭐ FUKUDA

[no_kyouken]

[ The outfit she has on is fun. She has taken the arcade mission at its value. Majima was a 20 year old boy in Tokyo, he loves arcade games and is always willing to be stubborn and competitive over them. She's perfectly happy to wreck Fukuda with a smile. She waves hello to him cheerfully as he arrives, nails the same red color as her shoes and her lipstick. ]

Are ya ready t'lose, sweetheart?

[holeful]

[Fukuda doesn't have like, any sense of style, he pretty much just wears variations on dress shirt + suspenders at all times, excepting the summer festival when he obviously went for the yukata. At all times he has his Enma badge pinned to his shirt, just in case he has to do Cop Stuff.]

Yeah!
[His tail is wagging a little, though just as the other day, it and his dog ears seem weighted down with nervousness.]

I never went to arcades much as a kid, so I'm not very good at the games. I think it's fun though. And you look really pretty as usual, Goromi-chan!

[no_kyouken]

[ Her cute aggression is immediately potent, smiling with her fangs and her golden eye languid with amusement. ]

What a good sport. I'll give ya some tips, huh?

[ She loops elbows with him, and reaches up curiously to poke an ear as they head inside. ]

Where'd ya get these?

[holeful]

Oh, from the Enma! When he game me some powers they just sorta showed up.

[Tail wag.]

I'm glad because now I can be more useful.

[no_kyouken]

[ It would bother Majima more than it bothers her. She wasn't the one there when Shimano was trying to turn him in to a dog. ]

What a good boy.

[ Of course she's going to say that. There is a bounce in her step, dragging him over to one of her favorite machines. It's some arcade rail shooter about dragons. A fancy Space Harrier that she got attached to for the smooth combat and engrossing gameplay loop.

The top score belongs to, eloquently, 5656565656. This clearly belongs to him, to native Japanese speakers anyway. Goro breaks down to go (5) and ro (6). ]

[holeful]

[His tail wags even harder. Yes, he is a good boy!!!! He will follow her over, dutifully.]

Ah, this one looks cool! [Pausing, and nothing the top scores.]

Is this one your favorite, Goromi-chan?

⭐ AKIYAMA

[no_kyouken]

[ She shows up in a very cute and girly dress. Its sheerness through the chest and back show the whorl of her tattoo: the hannya's angry eyes, the snakes and flowers that swim through the whirlwind. The backs of her thighs show beneath the tulle as well; it's short and bouncy.

It speaks of a good mood and like she's not actually going to beat the shit out of him. She looks ready to have a good time. ]

Akiyama-san.

[ The quirk of a smile, her lipstick a similar shade of red and purple as the flowers on the dress. ]

[windfalling]

[ In what can only be considered a miracle, Akiyama is actually on time. He hadn't just showed up to the meeting point moments before she did and he's not out of breath. It's almost like he's a functional adult!

Don't get used to it. ]

Goromi-chan. [ He looks her over with a smile. ] You look lovely.

[ And then he offers his arm for her to hold onto. A real gentleman here. ]

Shall we?

[no_kyouken]

[ She doesn't keep all these dresses. Some of them she genuinely wears for one outing before she takes them to one of the resale shops. It's a lot more fun that way.

She takes his arm with a cheerful smile, and letting him steer the way to the karaoke club. She is just about always game for karaoke, even when it's with a complete trash fire of a man. She thought she was messy until this idiot showed up.

There's some peach flavored drink that's popular in the city for the summer. It's the special so they may as well if it's not disgusting. It's delivered alongside a small mix of snacks and they're left to critique the peach thing in peace. She laughs a little, ]

Well, it don't smell like plastic.

[windfalling]

[ Akiyama's status as a localized disaster can make almost anyone feel better about themselves. It's his gift to everyone: the knowledge that you could always be worse. ]

No, it doesn't. [ It doesn't smell bad, actually. It has the burn of cheap liquor, but the peach flavor isn't cloying. It's the most one could ask for in a special, really. ] So...Ladies first?

[ Because he wants to hear her sing. He's deeply curious about this whole ... thing ... and how far it goes. That and it's just polite to let her sing first. ]

[no_kyouken]

[ Oh yeah, you want her to go first? Fine, she takes the microphone and types in some number she has memorized. She mostly likes pop music, the audibly neon pink kind. She does a nasally approximation of most of them. She doesn't try overly hard to falsetto, just a little upward pitch and smokey softness.

They're much more drunk by the time she picks anything that sounds different; some moody ballad about losing yourself to other people's lies and then finally seeing the light again. It is the most earnest of the selection.

She also plays that off entirely by dumping herself into his lap as its last drumbeats and guitar notes drift off. ]

You're taking me dancing.

[windfalling]

[ Akiyama is an enthusiastic cheering section, to say the least. The drunker he gets, the louder he gets about it. Enjoy that memory for later.

He grunts when she plops herself down, putting his arms around her with a smile. ]

I said I was going to, didn't I? [ His hand creeps up under the hem of her dress just a little bit. ] I'll let you pick the club. I'm sure you've got a favorite.