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text, since internet is not a thing

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kento-kun what kind of shampoo do you use

note

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Rêveur. Why, is it that noticeable?

[ say yes. ]

another note, slipped to him via a courier

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of course.

where did you acquire it? my current shampoo isn't doing the job it's supposed to be doing.

[ that's supposed to be a sad face drawn onto the note paper. let's just say it isn't, given yuki's general lack of art skills. ]

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[ honestly he's in no spot to call out someone's art skills so you're safe from judgement this time ]

Some of the girls upstairs shared a few spots with me. It's no department store, but still lucky, isn't it?

note; sent like a day after hanami sandwich.

[gnostalgia]

[ kento is the easiest person to contact after the whole mess of everything went down, so he's the first to get a note. it'll take roxy a bit longer to figure out what to say to ichiro and later goshi, but kento?

kento's more intimately familiar, and so tucked under the door of room 101 the morning after their public hook-up is an envelope with "kent♡" written on it.

but inside there's no note, just a piece of paper that smells like sakura flowers and a black lip print; a kiss. roxy hopes the implications are obvious, and to leave a little bit of ""mystery"", she leaves it unsigned. ]

return note.

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[ the letter that casually slips back underneath 202's door at an inconspicuous time seems like a return to sender sort of situation - with kento's name still written on the outside of the carefully opened and resealed envelop.

inside, there's the same note, with a very obvious fingerprint smearing the bottom half of the lipstick mark. the blossom scent now has a faint overlay of something watery, like cologne.

he had fun. ]

text

[voreaciously]

Ah, Aizome-san? Good day to you.

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Oh, Amane. Came to brighten my day?

1/2

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[There are a few minutes delay becauSE HE'S BEING FAMILIAR AGAIN! STILL!!! she's DYING!!]

2/2

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Ah, still very familiar, I see....

Ah, no, recent events have been mildly troubling I suppose. [drug rages and carnivorous trees are "mildly troubling" who knew] And so I wished to inquire into the state of your health. Are you alright, Aizome-san?

1/2

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[ he knows. ]

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Shouldn't I be? But aren't I lucky, having someone so beautiful worried about me.

I'm healthy. And yourself?

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I am relieved to see you unharmed, but...are you making fun of me?

[there's no tone over text but she isn't being defensive or accusatory.]

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[ he only got vored by a tree a little. ]

Making fun? Not at all. I'm happy to hear from you.

action: a fun, spooky time

[roofwalker]

( the first time he had traveled around the city at kento's side, asato had felt a little strange. strongly conspicuous, like a blood-red flower standing out strongly among weeds. it was a very uncomfortable feeling for someone who had stayed purposefully out of sight and out of mind for his own safety for the better part of his twenty-odd years, but as the weeks passed in yoshiwara, he felt that that out-in-the-open feeling was beginning to diminish. he might always have a sharp awareness of how visible he is, how conspicuous he might be — that much would be hard to separate from himself — but it was nice to get to a point where he could walk comfortably by his friend and not feel as though he didn't belong.

given their places of residence in the east and north districts, passing by the sakura house was not at all strange — they had met nearby, and after greetings and a short conversation, they had started this way. only to be confronted by someone: a visibly distressed young woman who pulled them aside and told them her harrowing tale.

after explaining the scenario, the effects it had had on her, and how she was asking them to fix it, a pink piece of chalk hopefully proffered, asato glances sidelong at kento. he is not against helping. asato usually enjoys helping people. and he is not particularly afraid of things like ghost stories.

he isn't so sure about kento, though. which is why he asks: ) What do you think we should do?

( the entreating gaze from the young girl, ever-so-slightly misty with tears, is very convincing, asato thinks. )

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[ a little too convincing, really, given kento's initial reaction.

which is to practically spring forward with all the flourishing courage of knight in shining armor, taking the girl's outstretched hand in between his own two. the concern that creases his features is dramatic, but not insincere, all the same. lifting her hand as if to impart comfort, it's almost as if he misses asato's question all together. because he's a simple-minded idiot whose common sense evaporates around women, at the end of the day. ]

You poor thing. You've had a difficult time, haven't you? Don't worry.

[ trailing his fingertips up, he plucks the chalk from her grasp, undeterred by her lack of reaction to him. turning, he ticks the chalk at asato with a wink. ]

We're men, Asato. Of course we're going to help.

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( oh. yes. it had been very convincing, then.

asato startles backwards a little bit; he hadn't really been expecting the... verve of kento's reaction. but, then again, he probably has never seen him at full force, with a young woman in trouble. asato settles down to watch how he responds to her, capturing her hand in his own, raising it toward himself so he could give the pledge that her request was safe with them.

fortunately, asato was already predisposed to help... otherwise he might have been a little miffed kento would make such a decision for the two of them.

the cat just decides to stay quiet. kento obviously knows more about this sort of situation than he does. (do men always act like this around women? he certainly wouldn't know, having only known one, who had basically been like an older sister to him... and she would have probably chewed him out if he ever tried to aid her in such a way.) )

O - Oh. ( he shifts his weight between his feet a little uncomfortably, giving a short nod. ) Um... Do not worry. We will go and fix it for you.

( he glances towards kento nervously. is he doing this right?? )

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[ that's just the kind of risk you take while being around him in public. kento has one braincell and it's often in his dick, so. you know. ]

See? It's decided then.

[ nevermind that it seems as though asato is just getting blindly tugged along for the ride and kento doesn't know when to pump the brakes at all. however, an attempt was made and that's good enough for him. kento allows his grasp to drop from the girl's as he approaches his newly-inducted partner in crime, ready to take on this shady ass house with way less fear than anyone of his normal human standing ought to. ]

Wait here, kojika-chan.

[ motioning for asato to follow, he's the first to try the dilapidated gate - finding that it just pushes right open. ]

Well, that's fortunate.

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( and poor asato is just along for the ride.. )

Mm. ( he hums the nonverbal agreement to kento's assurance and gives the girl a reassuring nod. he is far less extravagant than kento, sure, but no less convincing — or at least he hopes. he isn't terribly worried about whatever it is they're going to do. it's not that he doubts her story, or the fact that her experience in this house has been hounding her, but asato has had to deal with too many real-world threats to worry too much about those from supposedly supernatural sources.

he leaves the rest of the conversation with the girl to kento, though; he is clearly far more comfortable with it than asato is. when gestured at, he follows, all the way until they find themselves at the heavy gate set before the house in question.

asato looks up at it. it looks no stranger than any other house in this city, though all of the architecture here is odd to him. kento tries the gate, pushing it open easily enough. it makes a low, ominous screeching on its rusty hinges as it swings open.

"fortunate" is one way of putting it. asato looks a little less certain. he is not easily-spooked, no... but he is certainly wary of tricks or traps. )

It's not doing a good job of keeping people from entering. ( but he supposes that works out best for them. he steps through the gate, keen blue eyes scanning the grounds. there's not too much to take note of. unkempt grass, a few trees, a slightly-overgrown path leading up to the house itself. he begins to walk down it, approaching the door. )

Are you worried?

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Not just for looks either, is it?

[ kento mentions with the same cavalier attitude that's taking him right up the walkway, through the leaf litter underfoot and past the branches of the sakura tree, drooping and heavy with blossoms. the fervor they're blooming with would be pretty still, if not for the years of neglect obvious in the overgrowth. just from a quick glance over, the house doesn't appear to have any official warnings on it to keep out, or that there's any danger present beyond the natural wear and tear. it looks bad, but not like it's going to crumble at the slightest touch.

for his part, he seems to either be unconcerned or unaware of the inherent dangers that might be lurking inside, but the supernatural has never been something that's high on his threat radar - ghosts or demons and the like. if he's lived this long and had yet to see any proof, why start now?

with that in mind, he shakes his head, testing the steps up to the porch, the wood protesting under his footsteps but otherwise holding. ]

It's just a house. It's probably all superstition... like ghost stories and urban legends. Have you heard of those?

during the kanamara festival;

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[ polaroids are a great invention, roxy's sure of it. it's nostalgic but not so much so that she had to wait an hour for her photos to develop, nor is it so technically advanced that she has to seek out a printer to make sure she can deliver her photo.

what comes for kento on this day is an envelope with three photographs. the furst one is of roxy having bitten into a phallic cake only to have cream spread over the corners of her mouth. she must have thought it was funny though, head tipped and face drawn up in a laugh.

the second one has just her pink eyes over a fanned out rainbow of dickpops. mischievous!

the last one has a bright blue pop pressed to her black lips. suggestive, but not overly crass, though the implication is clear. on the back of this photo is a kiss, and written in black sharpie: ]

Miss you. ❤️

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[ truthfully, kento is just peachy not attending the dick festival, even for work. though his boundaries have been a little loser as of late, that's about a thousand more dongs than he's prepared to see at any given moment. which is why he's in when the envelope comes sliding beneath the door, brow ticking about a second before his lips do. only one person comes calling like that. so he puts down the dated magazine he'd been flipping through for kicks, and goes to answer.

as far as roughing it goes, technology-wise... this is about the best thing he could hope for. women aren't typically so bold with him because he's known for making the first move - a reputation that hadn't necessarily preceded him here, but one he's not ashamed to establish again. save he seems to be getting outpaced.

it's not long before he's just rewarding roxy's creativity by plain showing up at her door, the polaroids slipping between the slats in the same order, with one word written on each of the backs: ]

Just

How

Much?

[ he doesn't go back to his room to play telephone, instead leaning against the wall and waiting. if he's caught in the wrong housing area, well. not a bad way to get in trouble? ]

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[ well, that's an answer that came a lot sooner than she had anticipated.

thinking back on it, she doesn't know why. roxy perhaps should have realized that if she was going to be this bold, she should be prepared for the men in her life to call her on it. as she reads each word slipped underneath her door, roxy feels a sudden warmth spread through her; her heartbeat advances.

kento doesn't have long to wait before roxy opens the door, tossing a glance down the hallway to make sure ameera doesn't find them, and then reaching forward. her hand fists into kento's collar and she drags him wordlessly into the room, closing the door before she'll let their lips crash together.

just how much? let her show you. ]

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[ it's a powerful momentum that's easy to follow and even easier to fall into. drawn in, kento meets the kiss with equal intensity, breath swelling loud and bright in his lungs, though his eagerness measures itself against his familiarity with situations like this. or maybe because it's too familiar, suddenly - the way roxy fits against him when he curls into her body. kento's delicate enough in his endeavors that even the broad strokes he uses tend to be the right ones, but there's more intricacy now that he's getting to know how she reacts to him, the feel of her pulse in his mouth and her fingertips on his skin, sowing ripples of warmth.

it's something that moves like a shadow in the back of his mind, but it's nothing compared to the pang of desire in his belly. his hands steady on her waist and he opens his mouth to let her deepen the kiss before they start to wander, palms rolling low to dip beneath the hemline of her shirt and ruck it up, trapping the fabric between between them. long fingers seek out those curves of hers, squeezing over soft skin to work at the heated muscle beneath.

given he showed up barefoot and in a t-shirt and sweatpants, there's not much left to the imagination when he urges roxy forward, giving his hips a shameless cant into hers. his breath paces itself as he breaks the depth of the first kiss, replacing it with several more, damp and shallow. ]

Hello to you too.

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[ once someone gives roxy lalonde an inch, she'll take a mile — and then some. and maybe it's her inexperience showing but roxy will throw herself whole-heartedly into something like this now that she has been given even the slightest bit of attention. kento said the word "go" and roxy blew past the halfway point seconds after.

his body is still new as he fits himself against her, but there's a familiarity that blooms across the warmth of her body, the way each inch of her remembers how he's felt before and how it cries out to feel him there again. her pulse is a steady hum in her fingertips, her ears, her thighs, and with every kiss does roxy steal any breath kento is willing to give her. deep or shallow; messy or chaste; she'll take and give them all; the pressure of her hands on his frame try to knock him back against the door.

but his hands are at her shirt and his hips are rolling — and yet she's determined not to let him get the upper hand. mirroring what he gave her before, roxy takes kento's bottom lip between her teeth, dragging them across his kiss and setting to the task of removing his shirt once it's done. ]

I don't want you t'touch me... [ because if he does, she won't be able to stand it ] until I say you can, got it?