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sticksandbones2026-05-10 05:25 am
souninind) wrote in sticksandbones2026-05-10 05:25 am
[OPEN] May Bwoofslayer Birthdays!
Who: Kyojuro Rengoku and/or Kanao Tsuyuri and YOU (And Tengen Uzui, he's organizing, but he's not the focus here.)
What: Resident God of Festivals has decided they need BIRTHDAY PARTIES. PLURAL. (And Eri thought it would be not niceys to make two logs, since they're like nine days apart.)
When: 5/10 [Kyojuro] and 5/19 [Kanao]
Where: The Inn Common Space
Warnings: I hope not, but tag if needed, please.
What: Resident God of Festivals has decided they need BIRTHDAY PARTIES. PLURAL. (And Eri thought it would be not niceys to make two logs, since they're like nine days apart.)
When: 5/10 [Kyojuro] and 5/19 [Kanao]
Where: The Inn Common Space
Warnings: I hope not, but tag if needed, please.
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That's a conversation you're going to dodge until I've spoiled you into being annoyed.
[You may be a sweet little birthday boy on him birthday, but he's still calling you out... At least until it's back to bulling Sanemi hours.]
I think we both know he likes being bothered more than he'll admit.
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Not that his skin doesn't prickle with heat when Kyojuro noses into his throat. He wordlessly purses his lips, then decides fuck it, we're already here and leans his head against Tengen's chest. ]
's not so bad. [ Honesty? In this house? Well, it is Kyojuro's birthday. He's being niceys. ]
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[He lifts his head up from his vantage point, leaning just the slightest bit harder on Sanemi in favor of rearing up for a kiss. Sanemi gets one afterward, just because he can.]
You like us, don't you, Shinazugawa! You enjoy our attention and being in our presence.
[He shifts, rubbing his hands against Sanemi's hips for a moment before letting them dangle. Probably better not to completely overwhelm him.]
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[Or, you know, maybe not. But he's getting kisses for it, so, like, he'll take it! He'll return it! He'll give Sanemi one, too, right on the cheek, at the same time Kyojuro goes in for one, it's great.
...But then he's markedly quick to straighten back up again, even putting his hand up on Sanemi's head to encourage him to stay put on his chest, because... it is nice, no denying it.]
I think he does~
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Especially given the fact that Kyojuro canβt seem to stop touching him in increasingly distracting ways. Or the fact that Tengen puts his hand on Sanemi's head to keep it tucked against his chest. He flushes hotly, fidgeting as subtly as he can with the close quarters.
He needed an excuse. Hell, maybe some privacy. ]
Fuck off. Iβm practically suffocating in here.
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[Kyojuro gingerly releases him, then steps aside. He worms his way back around to Sanemi's front, smiling as warmly as ever! Is this, too, part of the game? Absolutely. But when Sanemi inevitably pouts (in his own way) about his absence, Kyojuro wants to see it full on.
In the meanwhile, he allows himself to nestle on the opposite side of Tengen's chest. He wants one side, thankies!]
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Mm, but I thought you liked being suffocated~?
[He's anticipating sputtering. Maybe a yell, especially when Kyojuro leaves him to claim the other side of his chest. He doesn't have a spare hand to run through his hair, but he can drape his arm over his shoulders, tuck him in close, hold him gently all the same.]
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It must be remarkable to see a grown man actually bristle and balk simultaneously. Heat flushes through him, because heβs only fucking human, painting his whole face a deep berry red. Even his ears and his throat color. He drops his chin, turns his head, and half-tucks away into the open collar of his uniform. Glowering.
No sputtering or yelling this time, apparently! Just⦠that, for at least five seconds. ]
Donβt talk about that shit out here.
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The problem is that Kyojuro is... well. Very loud. Even when he tries to lower his voice, it still sounds like he's talking. Jesus help us.]
What's that??? What have you two been getting up to?
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[Small mercies, it would seem, as Kyojuro's... perfectly average speaking volume (in an attempt to be quiet--) is silenced, but in consolation, he gives him a somewhat conspiratorial little kiss on one of those eyebrows since they're pitched up so high.]
We could show you later, though... right, Sanemi?
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Sanemi is... well, kind of wide-eyed on even a good day, but he very briefly blatantly boggles. Then he kind of points at himself like, who, me? We got dumb and fucking dumber in here. ]
Uh β sssure?
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Unfortunately, his silence is not bought for long. He glances between the other two men.]
How much later?
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After your party later.
[But like. It's his party, he can leave when he wants.]
Along with whatever else you might want.
[There's that ~voice~ again, sorry you're catching strays, Sanemi.]
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He noticed that pet name, by the way. Not going to comment on it, but he Heard it.
Also, you're not getting a peep out of him for now. He's still just standing there. ]
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....
But he sure comes close.]
Surely no one will notice if we step away!
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...And it's his party he can pout if he wants to.]
Surely not. But someone might notice if we don't return.
[He doesn't care either way, honestly. The food is fooding. There's already a table for gifts in case people showed up and missed him, or got shy. He didn't plan any games for a reason.
And Kyojuro Rengoku could stand to be selfish sometimes. So if that means ducking out early to get laid, then...
Well, maybe Akaza was right about the kind of party this was.]
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Who gives a shit if they notice? Does it matter?
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[A prickle of shame creeps through him. It did matter if they noticed. This might have been Kyojuro's party, but so many people had gone out of their way to visit him. Now that Tengen had gone out of his way to bother all of these people into visiting, the least Kyojuro could do was keep them busy.
Imagine if one of his many new friends arrived and realized he wasn't present. He thinks of Lodi, of Vildred, and of Zoey? The thought of disappointing any of them threatens to curdle his stomach.
He takes a step back.]
You are right! We should wait until later in the evening!
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Kyojuro. No one will be upset if you do what will make you happiest. Least of all tonight. But if you want to wait, we will.
[More time for anticipation and, maybe, scheming could be fine, too, but he wants it known that they need not wait.]
INNUNEDO I FUCKING GUESS.
Sometimes he wonders what it might take for Kyojuro to not fall upon his own sword. Perhaps that was a line of thinking for another time, when they weren't trying to lobby for a... well.
Tengen's being all nice and well-spoken about it, so that means Sanemi gets to be bad cop. He molds himself against Kyojuro's back and hooks his chin over his shoulder. ]
Eh. You know what they say about nice guys and finishing last.
MORE INNUENDO, SMH
Given Tengen's angle, he might not catch it, but Kyojuro's eyes flash with a challenge. He glances toward Sanemi, mouth twitching ever so slightly. Once, he used to be good at resisting that goading. But ever since he'd received such sweet rewards, well...
The stick it is.]
Oh, are you threatening to start without me then?
MORE INNUENDO AGAIN
[The making him finish last part, not the starting without him part.
...But.
Unfortunately, the angle doesn't allow him to catch the flash of challenge in Kyojuro's eyes, but he does catch it in his words, his tone.
He decides to goad it on, by simply moving his arm off him entirely - he was looking to break contact anyway, r i g h t? And then he just tucks Sanemi a little closer against his chest for good measure, resting his chin on top of his head.]
We might be.
Just. Expect it to be largely innuendo past this point tbh
And leans into Tengen's chest, of course. ]
Might be for the best, huh? Not sure I can trust your patience. [ As if he wasn't the one who bullied for it, but hey! ]
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A shudder rocks through him. His gaze drifts toward the crowd, then back.]
I would like to remind you who finished first between the two of us, Shinazugawa. [An almost wicked smile crosses his lips. Almost.] But if you wanted to try again, I welcome your challenge!
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[Considering.
They might well be playing it up, but he's not above some friendly fire from time to time.]
You could just say so~
[And to, perhaps, head off any particularly loud complaints, he drags his fingertips just so lightly down what should be a familiar trail over his spine. His hip. Back up again.]
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