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Post by Yori Tamotsu on Sept 16, 2013 14:04:13 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=Valign,top][atrb=style, width: 300px;] Touched by angels, though I fall out of grace Yori was sure he had done a whole lot of dumb things in his life, but this was definitely one of them. When did he ever think it was a good idea to drive a pickax into his own leg in the middle of an area he didn't even know? A few moments ago, of course. He didn't really know what was going on in his head at the moment, all he knew was it wasn't that smart. So that left him somewhere in Rome with a hole in his leg. He was sure he'd be just fine, but the wound in his leg hurt really badly. He was sure he'd be immobile for a little while, so an area to rest in was needed.
He looked around and saw the perfect resting area. A fountain. Of course, there were people on it, but there were a few spaces left for him to prop himself up on it. Yori looked down and saw the pickax was still in his leg, making it sort of an obstacle on his path to the fountain. He didn't bother taking it out until he limped his way to the fountain, not wanting to make his journey more difficult that it already was. He already had gotten used to the pain with it in there, so taking it out would have been yet another dumb move. yori could feel small dribbled of blood rushing down his leg with every limp over there, but it was nothing that wouldn't heal up.
He had made it to the fountain and sat on the ground, pressing his back to the edge of to keep himself propped up. Yori then grabbed onto the handle of the pickax and pulled it out as quickly as he possibly could. He winced slightly at the amount of pain that coursed through him, but he didn't let it phase him. It was his own fault, anyway. He could deal with a little more pain, not that he was complaining about it. Yori threw the pickax a few feet away and proceeded to tend to his wound. He unwrapped some of his chest bandages, revealing half healed scars, and wrapped his left leg with it. Blood began to seep through it immediately, as well as making a mess down his leg, but he didn't care. He just needed it wrapped up for a bit.
Yori looked at the sky, resting his head on the edge of the fountain. He was already bored with the day. He just wanted someone to pick him up like a hurt puppy and tend to him for the night. That was exactly how he felt like ending his day, even if the day was only about half over. He still had time, and all the time in the world for that.
| [atrb=Valign,top]Stats: HAN: 18 (+2)
REI: 15
HAK: 14 (+2)
SEI: 18 (+2)
BUK: 12 (+2,+1)
HOH: 13 (+2,+1)Words: 472 |
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Post by Ikkyu Akiyama on Sept 16, 2013 17:17:57 GMT -5
E ven if I close my eyes You're Still Watching me ♠Ikkyu Akiyama ♠Words: 727 ♠Notes: --- Ikkyu had come a long way. He hadn't gotten back from a horrible trip to Hueco Mundo. The details of said trip were not of importance. It just sucked.... in more ways than one. Back on track though, he was starting to get over his disastrous time spent away from home. This was the first day he had left the Vatican to go back to his apartment, the first time he had even gone outside after getting back. It wasn't that bad, He was a bit jumpy, but things were rather calm. No giant powers crashing down on him or anything. He was starting to wonder why he hadn't left the minute he wasn't in so bad of shape. Of course those first few days he had issues walking, but after that it was nothing so serious he had to stay cooped up. It was so stuffy in the Vatican. He had gotten far too used to his life with more freedom to really stay in that place for long periods of time let alone over a week. Point was now he was moving on with his life, or trying to anyway.
As he was turning one of the corners towards his apartment he noticed blood pooled on the ground. No one else seemed that phased by it so he just kept walking. He was curious though. It seemed to be going down the street in light splatters, clearly meaning someone was heading somewhere after getting an injury and he knew it wasn't toward the closest hospital, which was in the opposite direction. He passed up the next turn he needed to take in favor of following the blood. It looked fresh. Ikkyu was still a goodish guy in all of his fucked upness. He couldn't just not worry.
He wound up coming to an opening near a fountain. He was obviously in the right spot, because up ahead he saw a man digging a pick ax out of his leg. What was a pick ax even doing there? Why was no one else seeing this and looking on with as much horror as Ikkyu was? Then it dawned on him that they couldn't seem him. Had he really just walked into another one of these situations? Now he was hesitant about going any further. He was sure the man would notice him staring right at him. Ikkyu wasn't sure if he really cared about that fact or not. Maybe this was why he didn't leave the Vatican. Every time he did he got himself into trouble with some otherworldly being. Finally he took a deep breath and stepped forward, rushing over to the man. He had his sword with him, some one having retrieved it from Latina for him after he got back. This man was also injured. If things turned for the worst Ikkyu had an advantage. He was at least more healed than this guy.
Slowly he knelt down beside the man, glancing down to his leg to get a better view of the injury which just looked dreadful. He was just as shocked when he saw the rest of the man though. He had scars all over his chest from what he could see. Ikkyu could only imagine where else his body was carved up or how bad it was. Now came the awkward part of actually doing something. Ikkyu wasn't a healer... like at all. His powers pretty much served no purpose to anyone but himself. Well...he could at least turn up the charm a bit and make this easier. So with that in mind he offered a smile to the man, deciding not to stare at his chest with that worried look. "Why don't you come with me so I can take a look at that?" he questioned, holding out his hand to help the man up, sure it was difficult to do alone with his leg in that kind of shape. Blood had a place near hear. God knew he wasn't taking a stranger back to his own place to be killed. No one would be able to see the man Ikkyu brought in because hopefully Blood was out on business or something. He could stash the man in one of the "guest rooms" for at least the night. Being at the top of his field got him privileges.
Stats:HAN: 10 ♠ REI: 14 ♠ HAK: 8 ♠ SEI: 16 ♠ BUK: 16 ♠ HOH: 12 |
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Post by Yori Tamotsu on Sept 19, 2013 21:57:29 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=Valign,top][atrb=style, width: 300px;] Touched by angels, though I fall out of grace Yori closed his eye for a bit, trying to imagine the kind of person that would aid him. He wanted attractive for sure, but nothing else came to his mind. He almost laughed at his own shallowness. Was attractive really the only thing he wanted in this day and age? It was probably what anyone really wanted anymore. He had to think really hard on what he wanted this time. Perhaps a female, seeing as males were more prominent lately. A female with a slim figure and a whip was all he could think of before he had to stop his small fantasy. He had sensed someone coming near him, which meant he was going to meet his master of the night.
Yori opened up his eye and saw a man coming his way. He was a little disappointed it wasn't like he had imagined, but females were a rare thing in these times. They generally stayed far away from a man who had just pulled a pickax from his leg. However, the fact that the man came to him said he was kind and more than generous. That plus the fact that he was gorgeous was more than enough for Yori to forgive him for not being a small, sexy dominatrix. Although, the man looked like he was enough to be the dominant one in the bedroom. Perhaps he would be able to persway this one to do things to him involving a whip.
Yori almost got caught up in his own fantasy again. He heard the man ask him to come with him. "You're so kind." He smiled at him and took his hand, attempting to hoist himself up, but his leg disagreed with him. Yori stumbled for a bit, catching himself before he fell and made a fool of himself. Perhaps using his full strength to puncture himself in the leg wasn't a good idea. He was going to keep reminding himself of it until he healed up. Hopefully he'd be able to stay where ever this man was taking him until then. It would save him the trouble of finding an area to stay.
Yori limped his way to the destination the man had in mind, holding onto his hand the entire way there. He wanted to let him know how thankful he was ahead of time so he wouldn't seem ungrateful for the help. Though the destination they arrived at was possibly the ugliest thing he had ever seen. It was too big and had too many bright lights. Yori liked staying at more subtle areas, but beggars can't be choosers, and he didn't feel like he had the right to complain. He was staying there for free, and getting free aid. So really, the place couldn't be that bad. He just would never be caught dead anywhere near it if it weren't for this circumstance.
| [atrb=Valign,top]Stats: HAN: 18 (+2)
REI: 15
HAK: 14 (+2)
SEI: 18 (+2)
BUK: 12 (+2,+1)
HOH: 13 (+2,+1)Words: 481 |
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Post by Ikkyu Akiyama on Sept 19, 2013 23:09:03 GMT -5
E ven if I close my eyes You're Still Watching me ♠Ikkyu Akiyama ♠Words: 800 ♠Notes: --- The man had gone along with him rather willingly and without many signs of turning on him. After he stumbled around on that leg some, he even held Ikkyu's hand in a not so harsh way. He called Ikkyu kind, though he himself would probably protest that if it had been anyone else. He did do some pretty horrid stuff for some one that was supposed to be a young servant of God. He just served a pimp on the side. It wasn't any big deal. He wasn't going to bring it up to an injured stranger anyway. So he just smiled, leading the man along to the big, flashy building that Ikkyu swore got another make over while he was gone. Blood's tstes often changed in an instant so it wasn't that surprising. He expected to see a pair of stuffed hookers by the door to horrify the man. Luckily enough Blood either hadn't done it or kept them in Japan, leaving everything else to mentally scar his guest. He didn't say a whole lot about the place he had brought the man. In fact he said nothing at all. Ikkyu didn't want to get into a complicated explanation.
When they got up to the room, Ikkyu led the man over to the bed so he could sit down and take a lot of the pressure off of his injured leg. He was sure it would get blood on the covers but some one could be called to clean up after. Right now he was a lot more focused on somehow treating that wound that couldn't have been pretty under the bloody bandages. "You'll probably need to take them off" he pointed to the man's pants that yes would be very much in the way if Ikkyu was going to do anything. He wasn't sure how hard they would be to get off though. God, what had he gone and gotten himself into really? He hesitated for a moment before walking up and taking a knee in front on the man. "I'm Ikki Koizumi" he introduced himself, using his fake name that everyone around this place would know him by. "What's your name?" he asked, figuring it would be better to take a guy's pants off if he at least had a name. Or if he was getting some cash for it, and he wasn't on duty right now. So after he asked that and everything awkward was out of the way he reached forward like it was nothing and made quick work of getting the pants undone, praying for some kind of underwear underneath or this night was going to turns into all kinds of bad flash backs for him. Why would he even be looking there anyway? He shook his head and nodded to the bed as some sign for the man to lay down to make Ikkyu's job easier. That done he was careful about pulling down the fabric, not wanting to irritate the wound to much.
It was then that he got his first real look at the wound. "What trouble did you even get into to get that thing in your leg?" he asked, obviously not aware that it was a self inflicted wound. Maybe if he was a pro doctor he would be able to tell from the cut, but he was a god warrior with the side job of a host. This was not his specialty. He got up from his kneeling position, going to the attached bathroom and getting a washcloth to wet so he could clean the wound up some. While he was in there he just wondered why one day of his life couldn't go by without some insanity. Here he was at a whore house of sorts with a stranger, pretending to be doctor when he'd probably only make matters worse. He could try and make this work though. Ikkyu peeked back into the bedroom, finally getting an actual look at this guy he had picked up. Normally he'd have some kind of thoughts on his appearance, he knew because even now he thought the guy was good looking. It didn't get too far beyond that for reasons that Ikkyu would rather keep to himself. "What are you exactly anyway?" he asked, walking back to the bed and starting to gently wipe at the wet and dry blood around the wound. He knew he wasn't giving aid to a togabito. He would have sensed that and killed it because yeah that was his duty. That didn't leave to many races for this man to be. Hopefully he was one of the not so dangerous and violent ones which was debatable by all the scars that were right out there for him to view.
Stats:HAN: 10 ♠ REI: 14 ♠ HAK: 8 ♠ SEI: 16 ♠ BUK: 16 ♠ HOH: 12 |
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Post by Yori Tamotsu on Sept 28, 2013 19:58:23 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=Valign,top][atrb=style, width: 300px;] Touched by angels, though I fall out of grace As they got to the room, Yori took in his surroundings. He was sure this place was reeking with sex. He could feel it. That only meant good things were to come. Thank the gods that this guy came to save him. He was proven right when he was lead to the bed and told his pants were going to have to come off. Yori wasn't sure how this was going to happen, but he was sure it was going to be quick. No foreplay, not even taking off his coat. Just the pants. He would have questioned why not his underwear as well, but he wasn't even wearing any. Perhaps this man could tell. Yori's pants were pretty tight, so he used that as a reasonable explanation for it.
The man introduced himself before taking of Yori's pants, which he supposed was a good thing. It was nice to know a name so he'd at least have something to scream out. "It's a very nice name. I'm Yori Tamotsu. It's a pleasure." He didn't care if the man had his name or not. He'd be able to defend himself if things got sour, if he even wanted to. Yori laid on the bed as Ikki told him to, wondering what was going to come next.
Of course, Ikki took his pants off but what happened next would have killed off his boner if he had one. The man asked what happened to his leg. Yori actually forgot about it once he got into the room. The pain became ignorable as soon as he thought he'd be getting some action. "Oh. What happened.. that's a long story that I don't care enough to remember. I hit myself." He may not actually remember the reason he drove the pickaxe into his leg, but he did remember he left said pickaxe near that fountain. "Actually, my pickaxe is near the fountain. Do you think it'd still be there tomorrow?" Yori casually asked Ikki that question while he was examining his wound, not expecting an answer. Of course it wouldn't be there. It's probably gone already. Yori sighed. He knew he'd have to steal a new one.
Ikki was on his knees for a pretty decent amount if time. Yori was beginning to wonder if he was going to get a special surprise, but sadly that didn't happen. Ikki got up from his kneeling position and went into the bathroom, leaving Yori alone for longer than he wanted. This man was both attractive and kind, so he was definitely master material. Yori knew he'd spend a lot of time with this man, not leaving him to do anything alone. If Yori's leg wasn't hurt, he'd have followed Ikki into the bathroom just to hold onto him. Yori began to tilt himself up from his laying position on the bed to do just that, but Ikki was already exiting. He came out asking a question that confused Yori. He wasn't sure why what he was mattered. But he didn't want to disappoint his newly appointed master.
Yori raised his eyebrow in confusion before realizing what was happening. Ikki was probably sensing Yori's fucked off spiritual pressure without being able to identify it. "I used to be a shinigami, but now I'm a visored. Does this disappoint you?" Yori wasn't sure if what he was was going to affect their new relationship, so he decided to not talk any further. His voice could have been breaking Ikki's concentration. He watched the man until he was done cleaning his wound, then he went to hug him without even putting his pants back on. Yori was grateful to him. More grateful than Ikki even wanted to know. | [atrb=Valign,top]Stats: HAN: 18 (+2)
REI: 15
HAK: 14 (+2)
SEI: 18 (+2)
BUK: 12 (+2,+1)
HOH: 13 (+2,+1)Words: -- |
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Post by Ikkyu Akiyama on Sept 28, 2013 22:23:39 GMT -5
E ven if I close my eyes You're Still Watching me ♠Ikkyu Akiyama ♠Words: 727 ♠Notes: --- Ikkyu just had to stop for a moment when the man stated that he did this kind of thing to himself. He had seen him throw a pick axe. Surely he didn't drive a pickaxe into his leg on purpose. There was just no way. Had he really just stumbled right into another freak show? It was lingering on his mind even when he came out of the bathroom, ignoring the fact that the male, of course, wore no underwear. Well he had to admit those ruined, tight pants would have made it hard to wear any without give away lines. Still though...
He just sat and started cleaning the wound. He just decided to go with the idea that he was over thinking things. It was probably an accident or something. Yeah that had to be it. That left him in a state where he was actually able to pay attention to what Yori was saying to him. A visored then? Well he had at least heard of them. They were pretty close to what arrancars were, just a bit mixed up and shit. Well that left him uneasy as fuck now didn't it? Ikkyu let out a sigh and finished cleaning up that wound. He was freaking himself out. Not every half hollow half.. spirit thing was out to get him. He was just being ridiculous.
Okay! Maybe he wasn't being ridiculous! When he got done cleaning up the wound, the visored threw himself at Ikkyu, clinging to him with all of his half naked glory. On instinct Ikkyu stiffened up, paling a bit, and looking all kinds of uncomfortable. After barely touching people for days this was a bit much when added to all the weird thoughts that were going through his head. Maybe it wasn't so much throwing himself at Ikkyu and maybe it wasn't so much him claiming Ikkyu's body. He was probably overreacting a whole lot. He wasn't even paying attention to that though when he leaned back to get away from the male, his hands coming up to roughly grab Yori's shoulders and shove him right back down onto the bed with more force than was necessary. "Don't touch me!" he shouted, not even knowing the words had escaped his mouth. He didn't look like he was all there right now and he wasn't. His expression was a mixture of anger and then fear at the same time, fear being the more dominant. His hands were even shaking as they gripped Yori's shoulder still, tightening by the second.
Suddenly though he came to, realizing what was going on. Instantly he let go of Yori, sitting up and looking down at the other man. He tried to remember what exactly had happened, bringing his hand up to rub his temples. "Sorry about that" he muttered, moving from his straddling position above Yori he had somehow gotten into. Ikkyu took a place at the edge of the bed, running his hand back through his hair before looking back over his shoulder. He did look pretty guilty about what had just happened. Still though he put a smile on his face. "I'm not really sure what came over me" he lied, but Yori wouldn't know that.
"Let me finish up taking care of your leg" He got up and went back to the bathroom, digging the first aid kit from the corner of a cabinet it had been stashed away in. He took a few moments for himself, removing the spade clip from his hair and turning on the sink, cupping the water in his hands before splashing it into his face. He needed to calm down some and cool off. After giving himself a good, hard look in the mirror he took a relaxing breath, mentally telling himself that everything was fine. With that he walked back out, not bothering to dry his face or his hair, just letting it do what it wanted which was falling slightly in his face in a way he forgot had been deemed really hot or something. "I can't give you any stitches, but I'll do what I can" he explained, trying to avoid having a few moments ago brought up. He sat back down on the bed, forcing a smile again, trying to lighten the whole mood once again.
Stats:HAN: 10 ♠ REI: 14 ♠ HAK: 8 ♠ SEI: 16 ♠ BUK: 16 ♠ HOH: 12 |
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Post by Yori Tamotsu on Sept 29, 2013 1:13:07 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=Valign,top][atrb=style, width: 300px;] Touched by angels, though I fall out of grace Yori wasn't expecting the roughness that came almost as soon as he touched Ikki. He would have liked being thrown onto a bed like this any other day, but this felt different. It wasn't what he was used to. He got a little angry at Ikki. He wasn't supposed to touch him? Then how on earth was he supposed to do things to him? Yori didn't want to alarm him, though. It seemed as if he had gone through a lot. Yori wanted to comfort him. He wanted to make all his worries got away, but he didn't know how to do that without some form of touching.
He was a little disappointed when Ikki got off of him. Yori sat up after Ikki made his apology and left to the bathroom. He didn't exactly understand what was going on, but he knew this man needed his embrace more than anything right now. The power of their bodies pressed together possibly doing more than just hugging would conquer any inner turmoil. However when he came out of the bathroom, it seemed Ikki only wanted to fix up the wound. Yori didn't care about stitches or actual medical attention. What he wanted was to not be denied a body.
"Ikki. There are more important things going on than a bleeding hole in my leg." Yori changed his position on the bed so he was sitting next to Ikki then looked him in the eyes while he spoke "There's something here that we can't ignore" Yori tried to look sincere and caring, but his clouded eyes didn't show much of an expression. In fact, they seemed to not be focused on anything, making him look like he wasn't all the way there in the head.
Of course, he wasn't there in the head. All the lights were on and there were multiple people home, if that was how the expression went. Even if it wasn't, it was still the best way to describe him. But Yori's mental state couldn't compare to his physical one. Even if he wanted to force himself on the other man, he wasn't feeling up to it anymore. He couldn't ignore the pain in his leg long enough to force himself on the man. He didn't want to either. He had obviously gone through an experience like that recently, which only made Yori upset. Whoever touched Ikki like that needed to get a pickaxe to the face. This man was too sweet to be ruined. He wanted to mend him, to make everything better, but he wasn't sure how to deal with it.
He placed his hands on Ikki's shoulders and slowly moved his body closer to him. "I'm touching you. There's nothing you can do about it." He removed his hands from his shoulders and turned away from Ikki, glad that he said what he wanted. "That wasn't so bad, right? It's not like I'm going to hurt you." Yori spoke to him softly in a voiced that sounded hurt, offended maybe. And he was upset. There was this beautiful man in the room with him. Yori was naked and bleeding. The only thing that was stopping them from having sex was Ikki's unwilling attitude.
However, Yori knew the exact fix to it. He smiled at Ikki, not wanting to speak to him about anything else that might hurt him. He wanted to go on to lighter matters. He stood up and put his pants back on, not even caring about the gaping hole in his leg anymore. "Don't worry about me. I will heal. The real problem right now is your lack of cupcakes. Does this room have a kitchen? I know a recipe you might enjoy" He smiled at Ikki, trying to lighten the mood more, hopefully not upsetting his master more.
| [atrb=Valign,top]Stats: HAN: 18 (+2)
REI: 15
HAK: 14 (+2)
SEI: 18 (+2)
BUK: 12 (+2,+1)
HOH: 13 (+2,+1)Words: 637 |
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Post by Ikkyu Akiyama on Sept 30, 2013 17:01:46 GMT -5
E ven if I close my eyes You're Still Watching me ♠Ikkyu Akiyama ♠Words: 720 ♠Notes: --- Yori wasn't going to forget about what had just happened like Ikkyu was wishing he would. He had made quite a seen hadn't he? He probably wouldn't have just brushed it off either if he was in Yori's position. Because of this he didn't make any protest to Yori getting up or insist that his leg be taken care of. He set the first aid kit aside, deciding it was best to just go along with whatever the man was thinking. He looked back up to him, noting that clouded look in his eyes that was particular indeed. It made everything a little bit awkward because he had no way of knowing what to expect. Things just sat as they were for a short time, and honestly Ikkyu had to admit it was a bit unnerving. Maybe Yori was mad at him or something? It didn't really seem that way. Even if he was Ikkyu could probably change all of that if he wanted to. Yori wasn't to shy about looking him in the eye.That was very useful.
Suddenly Yori was moving and Ikkyu was very aware of it. He kept a close eye on his hands, trying to keep himself together. His hands found their way to Ikkyu's shoulders, and despite how hard he tried not to he flinched a little bit when the contact was made. Other than that though he showed no real sign of distressed. At least not on the outside. He heart seemed to be a bit unsteady and his throat tightened up. He was a bit of a mess for a moment or two, but nothing was really happening. Yori's hands were just sitting there. His eyes glanced down to his shoulder where the man's hands were just resting. He began to relax a bit with that. He really was just a bit touchy and overreacting it seemed. Nothing was going to happen to him from people just touching him. He had to start getting over it at some point to go back to work. Why not do it with a kind stranger? ...That still made it sound a bit dangerous, but honestly everything seemed perfect fine.
"You're right. It wasn't that bad. Not at all" he was smiling again, looking a lot more at ease now. He was able to be sincere in that smile again. He leaned forward so that maybe Yori could see him out of the corner of his eye. He sounded pretty upset about the whole thing. He could at least let him know that everything was alright. In time Yori was smiling right back at him, which lifted his spirits some. He looked a bit concerned when Yori got up though. He was pretty sure he hadn't done much to help his leg so he expected it still hurt quite a bit, yet there he was moving around on it, even heaving his pants back on by some force that defied everything Ikkyu ever knew. He willed that worried look away when Yori returned his attention to him. No more downer attitude from him tonight. Yori had his own way of reassuring Ikkyu too. It was pretty effective too. ikkyu couldn't help but to find give in and accept that Yori would be just fine. Cupcakes could mend anything apparently.
Ikkyu stood up, offering his hand to Yori. "There's a room through that door with an okay kitchen for when.." well he didn't want to go into the details about guests who liked being cooked for. Yori didn't need to know just where he was, even though he was probably a bit obvious now. "I know you're fine and all, but at least let me carry you so you can heal up alright?" he offered with that charming smile that made his powers not needed sometimes. If Yori took his hand he would have pulled him closer, mindful of the injured leg as he lifted the man up. Either way he headed to the door that led to the kitchen, wondering if it even had what Yori needed for cupcakes. He placed the man down on the counter before taking a step back. "Just name what you need, and I'll try and find it" he could figure out where things were or improvise well enough for sure.
Stats:HAN: 10 ♠ REI: 14 ♠ HAK: 8 ♠ SEI: 16 ♠ BUK: 16 ♠ HOH: 12 |
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Post by Yori Tamotsu on Oct 7, 2013 14:46:22 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=Valign,top][atrb=style, width: 300px;] Touched by angels, though I fall out of grace Yori was glad to see Ikki didn't push him away again. That would have caused trouble for them in the long run. He wanted this man to be comfortable with him, no matter the situation. Yori smiled even harder when Ikki offered to carry him to the kitchen. It was pretty good for that, too because no matter how much he wanted to ignore his leg, every time he put pressure on it it sent jolts of pain up his body, which would have been good any other day, but right now he wanted to stay with a clear head. Good impressions were important, although he wasn't sure what exactly they'd be doing in a sex kitchen. Baking for sure, but the sex kitchen meant they had to duck in it, otherwise Yori would never forgive himself.
Ikki picked him up and he wrapped his legs around the man. He took Yori to this kitchen, and he was a little disappointed. He expected.. well... more sex and less kitchen. It was just an average kitchen. Some people had really messed up fetishes. Who would be turned on by this. Then it hit him. The mixture of food and tight warm bodies mashed together in sexual adventure with food and all sorts of sweet things. That sounded pleasant. Sadly, with Yori's leg that would be pretty impossible. Maybe next time. This time they'd have to keep things clean.
Yori was put down on the counter to sit. Then Ikki offered to get everything he needed to make cupcakes. Yori did his best to remember what he needed, although he was sure he could substitute whatever he could with what was there. "First off! To make this easier on ourselves we should see if there is cake mix, and because of what type of kitchen this is there has to be. Any type will do! We will make it work." He used his assertive tone, but in a joking manner. Since step one was out of the way, Yori was sure Ikki would be looking for that while he thought of what type of cupcake he wanted to make. You could never go wrong with chocolate, but that is so overdone. Perhaps chocolate with strawberries topped with a smooth cream that he could feed to the other man, getting cream on his face on purpose just to lick it off. Yeah. That became the plan.
Yori tried to remember the recipe he used for chocolate strawberry cupcakes. "Okay! Lets hope you have chocolate mix. If not, we can make it work. We will need eggs, milk, butter, vanilla, and a measuring cup" He tried listing it in his head, but something was missing. Yori tapped his hand on his chin as he bit his lip trying to remember what it was. Although soon enough it was deemed not important and he moved on to the next things. "We'll also need two big bowls to mix both in." He paused hoping to not overwhelm Ikki with everything, then continued on. "Lastly, we'll need cream cheese, a blender, chocolate syrup, strawberries, and powdered sugar." Yori tried listing it all in his head a few more times before deeming that one missing ingredient not important. The cupcakes sounded like they'd be delicious anyway. And it wasn't as if Ikki would notice.
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REI: 15
HAK: 14 (+2)
SEI: 18 (+2)
BUK: 12 (+2,+1)
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Post by Ikkyu Akiyama on Oct 21, 2013 17:41:02 GMT -5
E ven if I close my eyes You're Still Watching me ♠Ikkyu Akiyama ♠Words: 591 ♠Notes: --- Ikkyu paled a bit when Yori brought up the fact he knew exactly what kind of kitchen this was. That meant he likely knew the number of things that went on on the very counter he was sitting on. He had really hoped to avoid that kind of information being obvious. He blamed that on his flashy employer though. No regular hotel would look like this place, nor would it likely have the same staff that had greeted them.. well greeted himself. He just rubbed the back of his head, putting a smile on his face in some apologetic way. He really did the best that he could right? He decided not to linger on that though. Yori had asked him to find cake mix, so he got right to doing that. He had to go through a few cabinets that were mostly filled with fake vegetables he was afraid to touch or chocolate sauce and peanut butter he was sure wasn't used the way it was meant to be. Finally he found a promising cabinet filled with all kinds of baking looking things like flour and sprinkles. That was all baking took right? He found a box of cake mix though, so apparently he was wrong. It took some kind of mix.
Turning around he placed it on the counter next to the visored, awaiting further instruction, like to get a bowl or something. Instead though he got an entire list of things to find in those dirty, dirty cabinets. Was baking really that complicated? Becoming clueless about those things is what happened when one got all of their sweets from girls that adored them. He never had to make his own desserts, even if he sometimes claimed he did for romantic purposes. He had to do the work for it. Now he felt a bit bad for tossing a majority of those sweets out. Luckily for those, he knew enough about food to know that most of what Yori had asked for was in the refrigerator, since they had to stay cold and all. Vanilla was just beyond him though. He tried to act like nothing was wrong as he rummaged through all of the cabinets again, finding an unused chocolate mix in the process which he was glad for. He found a measuring cup too, one that he immediately threw in the sink so he could wash it. He knew what some people were into. He knew what they might want to measure, and it wasn't this mysterious vanilla stuff.
He made his way back to the magical baking cabinet, seeing about three dozen different vials and containers of stuff. They were using the vanilla to bake. It could have been in there. He crossed his arms, looking over everything closely. "So um... what kind of vanilla were you wanting?" he asked, looking back over his shoulder. He didn't know there was pretty much only one kind, blowing his cover that he knew what he had any idea about what he was talking about. In his mind he was seeing come kind of a cream, or something that looked like white chocolate that they would have to grind up or something. He inched to the side slightly, giving Yori a good look at the cabinet in hopes that he would point to what it was he needed. Ikkyu just hoped he was being too blunt about it. Thinking there were different forms of vanilla had given him up already, but he didn't know that.
Stats:HAN: 10 ♠ REI: 14 ♠ HAK: 8 ♠ SEI: 16 ♠ BUK: 16 ♠ HOH: 12 |
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