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Who: Koujaku (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
kaba) & YOU
When: 01/14–01/16 (OOC: 06/02–06/07)
Where: Various; see below
What: A general catchall open post full ofmisery mystery and adventure!
Rating/Warning: Drunkenness, innuendo, and mentions of drug use in the first prompt; nothing comes to mind for the rest. Consider yourself warned character-wise, however.
kaba) & YOUWhen: 01/14–01/16 (OOC: 06/02–06/07)
Where: Various; see below
What: A general catchall open post full of
Rating/Warning: Drunkenness, innuendo, and mentions of drug use in the first prompt; nothing comes to mind for the rest. Consider yourself warned character-wise, however.
01\\Novus/Replea (Evening, the 14th)
[ He finds his stool on the creaky side as he downs yet another cocktail—some bitter radioactive swill that does little but to dull his taste buds yet does wonders to chip away at his memories of the week before. Synthpop throbs in the background, bodies undulating on the dancefloor behind him, some of them with their minds all drugged up and floating freely into an alcohol-fueled ether.
It’s a shitty place that’s about as intimate and human as a robot’s chrome-plated bum and he hates it here; hates the noise and the drinks and the company (or his lack thereof), but the latter is precisely the reason why he’d chosen to come here instead of seeking out someplace smaller and cozier for a drink. Company feels a little weird when they’re likely going to tell you to stop drinking anyway (dammit Yang and Natalia).
So he’s drinking here and trying to man up a little, trying to smile. The latter’s easier with alcohol, of course. As the evening wears on and the music gets louder Koujaku gets some of his cheer back, to the point that he’s singing along (terribly) to whatever the deejay puts on and throwing his arm over the shoulders of whoever happens to be seated next to him. Be afraid. ]
02\\“Thistle Do Nicely” Flower Shop (Afternoon, the 15th)
[ He’s slept off as much of the hangover as he could this morning, but for the most part he’s peeled himself off of his bedroom floor, straightened his hair, and wandered out into the outside world whilst squinting at the light. The dark circles under his eyes and a persistent, throbbing headache made worse by catchy club tunes from the night before do little to alleviate his condition, but fuck it. He needs a walk.
He wanders the first mall he’s stepped into until he stops at a flower shop, only blearily recognizing some of the floral arrangements as the ones that might have appeared in Natalia’s winter bash not long ago. Huh. He could definitely use the company of flowers, in any case—he’s still reluctant to go into the CERES Gardens, after all, but strewing a few of these babies around his apartment might liven his place up, if not his mood outright.
He saunters down the aisles, examining the wares with interest before he stops at one flower in particular and has to catch a whiff of it. Alien or otherwise, this one isn’t anything he’s familiar with. ]
Wonder what these’re called.
03\\Shopping District (Basically the wildcard option; Daytime, the 16th)
[ One advertisement in particular catches his eye as he’s walking down the streets with you, either because one of you is on an errand and the other’s offered to help, or because you simply decided to walk together for no other reason than because you felt like it.
Koujaku isn’t very interested in shopping himself, nor is he intent on setting up his hairdressing business out on the streets like he normally would have done. He simply wants to disappear into the crowd for a little while, to drink in the bustle and noise of the place, because in a hopeful kind of way he’s seeing people still getting on with their lives despite the Flamines’ rudely cutting their previous ones short. And Koujaku knows all about abrupt endings, doesn’t he?
He stops at an advertisement playing out over one of the giant holographic screens—a trailer for some sappy romcom—and hey, at least movies came with proper endings.
He looks away from the screen as some lovey dovey pop song begins blaring out from the speakers, self-consciously scratching at the back of his neck as he does so. ]
Let’s move on. [ He shouldn’t be getting distracted right now, anyway.
Unless you’re Natalia, in which case you would’ve caught on already… ]
04\\Niteo (Wildcard Option the Second; Evening, the 16th)
[ Well someone’s sure in a better mood tonight. Maybe it’s the concert, maybe it’s the company, but Koujaku’s feeling all fired up and this time he hasn’t got any alcohol to blame it on. His suit’s neatly pressed and he’s still got his sword strapped to his back—presumably to make him look even more intimidating as a bouncer, if the tattoos don’t already help—but he’s perfectly comfortable in his uniform and perfectly at ease around practically everyone that comes inside.
Are you a fellow bouncer just starting out? Or maybe you’ve just started working this shift together? Maybe you’ve both been at it since forever?
Or maybe you’re one of the performers for tonight, and regardless of the audience’s reception to your act, Koujaku’s still got a kind word to toss your way. On the house.
Whichever the case, if you happen to be exiting the premises by then or are lingering nearby to pass the time or something (so long as you’re not causing any trouble or keeping the customers away), he’ll pretty much give you a wave from his post. ]
Yo! Good show tonight.
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You what? [ He heard something about generators??? Or— ]
You mean geraniums? [ They grow quickly?? Vietnam pls he's still new to this supernatural shit ]
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You would like geraniums?
[WAIT THAT'S NOT IT--] A-ah, I mean, I heal fast.
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Oh, that's… [ Okay??? ] Not bad, I guess. [ Suddenly he very much wants those geraniums. ]
Uh, I mean… [ Losing his touch over here screams ] Yeah. I'd like some of those. [ Geraniums, he means. ]
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Yes, it's useful.
But ah, you really do? [She looks around and look there! Geraniums just down a bit.] I have some vibrant red ones.
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They're great. [ He's visibly relieved. Plus it's a good excuse to change the subject. ]
You're big on flowers where you're from? [ Um??? ]
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Then I'll give these to you. [GIVING, OKAY, because she visibly disturbed him just before. She picks them up, and holds it up. HMMMM...] If you can lean forward, please.
And ah, I did a lot of gardening, but I wasn't specifically focused on just flowers. I had to do a lot of studying to take this position.
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Okay… [ Whatever it is, he's suitably distracted by her reply, anyway. A lot of studying, huh…working in a flower shop must be so hardcore… ]
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And it seriously is, you have to work hard for all jobs! Don't be a slacker!
Once he's sufficiently close, she takes one of the geraniums and slips it through and twists it with his ponytail.]
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Huh? [ He's got this dumb look on his face when she seems to have grabbed his hair all of a sudden, and then—
He gingerly touches at the geranium in his ponytail. Oh gosh. He cracks a smile. ]
How do I look?
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Also he's so good-natured about this sudden attack, so she tries to puff up and look proud about it.]
Very handsome. Though I am biased, as you are showing off my handwork.
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Yeah, well I'll take your word for it. How much for the beauty treatment, then? [ HE'S GONNA PAY AND YOU CAN'T STOP HIM. ]
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The beauty treatment is a service. But if you insist on paying, I can give you a discount on the geraniums.
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So it's gonna be like that, huh? [ He flashes her a challenge. ] Then I owe you another date.
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Indeed it is going to be like that. [She brings her hand up to tap her chin. So is this how they're going to play!!] Oh? I cannot say no to your company. But we will see who pays.
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You're on, Vietnam. [ At least it probably won't end up being as awkward as…the last time… ]
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Then it is a deal! [Why does this sound like a battle?!?!?!
And she's holding out her fist. For a fist bump. Because Mercury taught her. God.]
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He hadn't figured her for the type. ]
Yeah… [ Awkwardly…fistbumps back. Vietnam he just offered to date you. But this is a bro-y gesture. Do you date bros? Is that like part of the bro code? HE'S SO CONFUSED.
And the RWBYs are a bad influence the end. ]
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Also isn't this a friend-date. Wasn't their last "date" a friend-date too. She thought that was his thing. Humans, man.
She looks positively pleased about getting a fistbump back though, because she didn't think it was going to succeed?! YEAH, HER FIRST INITIATED ONE. And seriously, stop RWBYs.]
Just name a time and place. Now, I will go wrap these up for you.
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Should he take it off?
…Nah. ]
Sure, I'll call you. And thanks.
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As soon as they're at the counter, she wraps it up nicely. Dark wrapping paper to go with his red and black look. Will he give it to someone else? A mystery.]
I will be looking forward to your call. [And voila! Completed bouquet.] You're welcome. Thank you for coming to visit, really.
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Hey, maybe I'll even come around more often. [ And he'll just be taking his purchase now—and flashing her a winning smile besides.
ftr he's not taking that flower off until he goes to bed ok ]
Long as I'm not hypnotized into it.
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Oh? I would love to see you here more often, really. I will serve you tea, next time! [Or Mitsutada will! Or even both!! That's a winning combo. And oh no, a winning smile, if only she knew what he was going to for the rest of the day too! She would be so moved by the idea.]
But I won't hypnotise you. I think I just tried to bribe you.
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Bribe me? [ He's got to admit that it all sounds awfully nice… ]
Well, it worked.
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But see, it's the best bribe in the world.]
Oh? It did? Then I will see you here again, hopefully soon.