[ this particular petite blond in a wizard hat is slightly confused by the abrupt change in demeanor, but... more interesting than trying to figure THAT out is the revelation of what an incredible sense of smell this gentleman has!! ]
Can you really smell it?? How incredible! Can you tell what it is, too?
[ it's like six pieces of baklava and they're all in titus's robe pocket ]
[He wouldn't have said it if he couldn't! Well, he probably would have to try and backpedal harder. But thankfully his nose is just straight up that good.
Sniffing the air for a moment, Yoichi crosses his arms as he thinks about this. Eventually he leans in closer and sniffs again. Hmm.]
You've got some sweet pastry thing stuffed in your clothes. And you've got enough of it to give me some!
[Heee doesn't actually know what baklava is but you know what. Close enough.]
Oh, its ruler! It is an honor, Sir Vlad. ...Or King Vlad, or Your Majesty...? Well, whatever it should be. Anyway, "Walachia." I am not familiar with it, but that is true of everyone's home countries, it seems. Is it a place with a lot of trees?
[ titus stubbornly refuses to move his foot in response to her repeated poking!! in fact, he pushes the sole of his boot even more firmly against the ground. ]
Oh? ...Was there someone there? I thought I heard a voice on the breeze for a moment, but perhaps I was mistaken.
You could have just handed the bottle to me! Or warned me sooner that you were going to throw it... or perhaps even asked whether I wanted it in the first place.
[ the instant the man's grip tightens enough to cause discomfort—as soon as the hostility in his actions moves beyond the theoretical—a transparent magical barrier forms around titus, pushing away anyone and anything that might try to harm him and expanding until it's a sphere around six feet in diameter. ]
[Chuuya looks surprised as he's suddenly forced backwards, away from the kid. Surprised, but definitely not annoyed, because that sure was unexpected. He grins, and then reaches forward to feel the barrier, before knocking on it, curiously.]
Well, something or other happened in the past, rendering the planet mostly inhospitable, and the ability to regenerate life energy was lost, and the situation seemed dire, but then we moonblessed arrived, and our ability to generate chroma is the key to restoring the entire world!... or something along those lines.
Titus shrugs and shakes his head. "I would like to, but evidently there is an age limit on these. So I am making do with trying everything else, instead."
[ it's a really good thing they're sitting down already, because his knees could never in a million years have remained steady enough to support his weight when faced with all this nuzzling and you smell sweet and tongue (!!) against neck (!!!!). in fact, he can't help letting out a bit of a... well, wanton moan would be overstating things a bit, so... winsome sigh, perhaps? anyway, they're already such good friends (who don't know each other's names) that titus is sure it would be all right to start running his fingers through kogi's hair a bit. ]
Master...? What sort of master? —Oh! Are these your ears??
[ they're not at all where titus thought they'd be! how wonderful! ]
[ It's music to his ears, that "winsome sigh"; it only encourages him to do more to earn that sweet song from his lips. Kogitsunemaru won't be able to answer to why he's so eager— well, anyone can blame the stuff he drank, but he isn't entirely sure if that's it. Being this close to something feels better than anything he's ever experienced before. It's... rejuvenating?
He can't quite explain it. ]
I have a Master who took care of me... and I answer to him. [ It's a touchy subject, though— he misses his Master more than he cares to admit. Which is why he welcomes the abrupt change in subject. ]
I— hm, not really. [ Maybe when Cordis moon rolls around, which he doesn't know yet. ] I think it adds character, don't you think?
[ titus listens carefully and seriously as kokichi speaks, then nods decisively once the list of requirements is complete. ]
I know just the place! This way.
[ before long, they make their way to... Stu's House o' Vinegar! patrons can enjoy an endless variety of vinegar and vinegar-based dishes, including pickled chicken feet in vinegar, dried fish marinated in vinegar, mixed poultry offal in vinegar, and even vinegar candy! ]
( Not only had he taken him seriously, Titus actually managed to find a place to fit all of the criteria! For as impressed as he was, Ouma managed to look only amused. )
I guess this will do. I'm sort of allergic to vinegar, but I can stomach it since it's your treat. If I die, don't let it weigh too much on your conscious!
( With that, he took his place in line and order vinegar-honey taffy and some kind of pasta where all the ingredients were boiled in vinegar in place of water. )
You really shouldn't treat strangers like this, y'know. Someone could really take advantage of you and order WAAAAY too much food on your dime. ( Not that Ouma would do such a thing. No, not him, never. ) But you won't have to worry about that with an honest person like me.
[ when a certain androgynous youth with distinctive blond hair catches sight of this particular massive glitter-covered sword-wielding fully-armored red-haired man, he...!!!!
shrieks and ducks into the nearest alleyway.
but a few moments later, he pops back into view, this time peeking over the edge of the adjacent roof. and, having taken a closer, more careful look, he heaves a deep sigh of relief; then he leaps back down to where he started, landing lightly (and quite slowly). ]
I must ask you to kindly disregard my overreaction just now, sir! You see, I thought I recognized you, but I was mistaken.
[Well, he's definitely used to that reaction. So used to it, that he only pauses in his intended sprite mass murder for a second or two, to try and catch sight of who'd been (understandably) screaming just the moment before.
He would have simply continued, and really, he sort of was, as the young man finally chose to emerge from his hiding place and began to speak.
The response was... Well.]
I already had.
[CURT, to say the least. He did however, regard the boy for a second or two, having noted the slowed descent off the roof.]
... Are you a mage?
[Because you know what? There's not nearly enough dead sprites around here. Why not enlist the local youth in this?]
My goodness! It sounds as though eggs in your world are terribly unpredictable. But I assure you, to the best of my knowledge, this one will do no such thing! It is the unfertilized egg of a chicken, nothing more.
[ Diego was not sure what to make of him at all, was he being genuine? His eyes narrowed again, arms crossing over his chest. ]
Isn't it more typical for someone to ask to borrow something? You could have brought something more useful, something that was ready to eat, I think that's the more accepted practice...
[ Really, how was he supposed to know what the more acceptable practice was regarding greeting new neighbours, for him it was one thing: don't bother with them.
Don't be rude. You needed people here, that was the hard truth and this person seemed far more naive than anyone he'd met so far. ]
[ it takes him half a second to figure out just what that could mean in this context, and the unpleasant thought makes him frown. the divine fox's mindset lingers with him enough that he doesn't dwell too deeply on it now, but... hmm. he has had a blind spot; he's so accustomed to being basically impervious to harm (cult kidnapping notwithstanding!... and even there, nothing bad really happened!) that he'd never considered how someone without borg or flight or prodigious magical ability might feel... much less really considered the possibility of base instincts or dark thoughts lurking in the hearts of prismals.
it's a little embarrassing to still be so naive.
...anyway, it doesn't matter right now! ]
No, no. It is harmless! They are easy to satisfy.
[ to prove it, he turns to sweep his gaze over everyone, offering a winning smile, and exclaiming— ]
You're all breathtaking!!
[ —before turning back to aladdin. ]
But we can go somewhere more private if you'd like.
[ ...why doesn't he, indeed? and so he does. honestly, he couldn't have held on a second longer anyway, so it's rather serendipitous that yan qing decided to suggest it. with his free arm, he reaches down and grabs yan qing's thigh (it's next to his own, so he can reach it; that's the main reason), then holds on as if for dear life as he arches backward, further baring his throat while his other hand tangles into a fist in yan qing's long hair. he doesn't have enough spare breath to get really loud with it, but his cry is nonetheless rather intense... and sustained.
then he sinks back against yan qing—melts, really. and when he opens his eyes, there are twice as many stars as before. ]
...Yan Qing...
[ there's no deep meaning to murmuring his name again. titus is just finding that he likes the way it feels to say it. and as he does so, he's already tilting his head to lick back up into yan qing's mouth for another kiss (though this one will be a little lazier on his own part). as it happens, though he more or less understood the concept, kissing had been brand new to him when he first arrived in this world. fortunately, he's always been a quick study. ]
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It sounds nerve-racking.
I hope anyone from home who arrives has the same memories I do...
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[ this particular petite blond in a wizard hat is slightly confused by the abrupt change in demeanor, but... more interesting than trying to figure THAT out is the revelation of what an incredible sense of smell this gentleman has!! ]
Can you really smell it??
How incredible! Can you tell what it is, too?
[ it's like six pieces of baklava and they're all in titus's robe pocket ]
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[He wouldn't have said it if he couldn't! Well, he probably would have to try and backpedal harder. But thankfully his nose is just straight up that good.
Sniffing the air for a moment, Yoichi crosses his arms as he thinks about this. Eventually he leans in closer and sniffs again. Hmm.]
You've got some sweet pastry thing stuffed in your clothes. And you've got enough of it to give me some!
[Heee doesn't actually know what baklava is but you know what. Close enough.]
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Oh, its ruler! It is an honor, Sir Vlad. ...Or King Vlad, or Your Majesty...? Well, whatever it should be.
Anyway, "Walachia." I am not familiar with it, but that is true of everyone's home countries, it seems. Is it a place with a lot of trees?
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[Because Vlad Dracula, though a more formal title, is not a name he wants to associate with at the moment. Not until the name Dracula is cleansed.]
My home had wonderful forests. Do you come from a land with many trees?
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[ titus stubbornly refuses to move his foot in response to her repeated poking!! in fact, he pushes the sole of his boot even more firmly against the ground. ]
Oh? ...Was there someone there? I thought I heard a voice on the breeze for a moment, but perhaps I was mistaken.
Zest Graham
You could have just handed the bottle to me! Or warned me sooner that you were going to throw it... or perhaps even asked whether I wanted it in the first place.
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How wonderful...
I would dearly love to taste it again. I wasn't sure whether I'd get the chance.
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[ the instant the man's grip tightens enough to cause discomfort—as soon as the hostility in his actions moves beyond the theoretical—a transparent magical barrier forms around titus, pushing away anyone and anything that might try to harm him and expanding until it's a sphere around six feet in diameter. ]
There.
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Huh. That's useful.
[He knocks again, a little higher up.]
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Well, something or other happened in the past, rendering the planet mostly inhospitable, and the ability to regenerate life energy was lost, and the situation seemed dire, but then we moonblessed arrived, and our ability to generate chroma is the key to restoring the entire world!...
or something along those lines.
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Titus shrugs and shakes his head. "I would like to, but evidently there is an age limit on these. So I am making do with trying everything else, instead."
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It is! What do you call it?
[ but more importantly...
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Why would you get in trouble for this? You're not hurting anything.
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[ it's a really good thing they're sitting down already, because his knees could never in a million years have remained steady enough to support his weight when faced with all this nuzzling and you smell sweet and tongue (!!) against neck (!!!!). in fact, he can't help letting out a bit of a...
well, wanton moan would be overstating things a bit, so... winsome sigh, perhaps?
anyway, they're already such good friends (who don't know each other's names) that titus is sure it would be all right to start running his fingers through kogi's hair a bit. ]
Master...? What sort of master?
—Oh! Are these your ears??
[ they're not at all where titus thought they'd be! how wonderful! ]
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He can't quite explain it. ]
I have a Master who took care of me... and I answer to him.
[ It's a touchy subject, though— he misses his Master more than he cares to admit. Which is why he welcomes the abrupt change in subject. ]
I— hm, not really. [ Maybe when Cordis moon rolls around, which he doesn't know yet. ] I think it adds character, don't you think?
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Oh, in the building. I thought perhaps you meant in my apartment.
Still, we are neighbors, then! How exciting!
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[ titus listens carefully and seriously as kokichi speaks, then nods decisively once the list of requirements is complete. ]
I know just the place! This way.
[ before long, they make their way to... Stu's House o' Vinegar! patrons can enjoy an endless variety of vinegar and vinegar-based dishes, including pickled chicken feet in vinegar, dried fish marinated in vinegar, mixed poultry offal in vinegar, and even vinegar candy! ]
Order anything you like! It is my treat!
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I guess this will do. I'm sort of allergic to vinegar, but I can stomach it since it's your treat. If I die, don't let it weigh too much on your conscious!
( With that, he took his place in line and order vinegar-honey taffy and some kind of pasta where all the ingredients were boiled in vinegar in place of water. )
You really shouldn't treat strangers like this, y'know. Someone could really take advantage of you and order WAAAAY too much food on your dime. ( Not that Ouma would do such a thing. No, not him, never. ) But you won't have to worry about that with an honest person like me.
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[ when a certain androgynous youth with distinctive blond hair catches sight of this particular massive glitter-covered sword-wielding fully-armored red-haired man, he...!!!!
shrieks and ducks into the nearest alleyway.
but a few moments later, he pops back into view, this time peeking over the edge of the adjacent roof. and, having taken a closer, more careful look, he heaves a deep sigh of relief; then he leaps back down to where he started, landing lightly (and quite slowly). ]
I must ask you to kindly disregard my overreaction just now, sir! You see, I thought I recognized you, but I was mistaken.
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He would have simply continued, and really, he sort of was, as the young man finally chose to emerge from his hiding place and began to speak.
The response was... Well.]
I already had.
[CURT, to say the least. He did however, regard the boy for a second or two, having noted the slowed descent off the roof.]
... Are you a mage?
[Because you know what? There's not nearly enough dead sprites around here. Why not enlist the local youth in this?]
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My goodness! It sounds as though eggs in your world are terribly unpredictable.
But I assure you, to the best of my knowledge, this one will do no such thing! It is the unfertilized egg of a chicken, nothing more.
Diego
Well...
Yes.
I have been led to believe that cups of sugar are common goodwill offerings between neighbors. Was I mistaken?
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Isn't it more typical for someone to ask to borrow something? You could have brought something more useful, something that was ready to eat, I think that's the more accepted practice...
[ Really, how was he supposed to know what the more acceptable practice was regarding greeting new neighbours, for him it was one thing: don't bother with them.
Don't be rude. You needed people here, that was the hard truth and this person seemed far more naive than anyone he'd met so far. ]
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Aladdin
Trouble?...
[ it takes him half a second to figure out just what that could mean in this context, and the unpleasant thought makes him frown. the divine fox's mindset lingers with him enough that he doesn't dwell too deeply on it now, but... hmm. he has had a blind spot; he's so accustomed to being basically impervious to harm (cult kidnapping notwithstanding!... and even there, nothing bad really happened!) that he'd never considered how someone without borg or flight or prodigious magical ability might feel... much less really considered the possibility of base instincts or dark thoughts lurking in the hearts of prismals.
it's a little embarrassing to still be so naive.
...anyway, it doesn't matter right now! ]
No, no. It is harmless! They are easy to satisfy.
[ to prove it, he turns to sweep his gaze over everyone, offering a winning smile, and exclaiming— ]
You're all breathtaking!!
[ —before turning back to aladdin. ]
But we can go somewhere more private if you'd like.
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It was just... ]
I was just worried about you, Titus!
[ Well, the truth comes out. But he does smile. ]
But if it really doesn't bother you... let's stay here.
[ He takes a sip of his coffee - ow, hot - and continues. ]
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wait what's the question ... is it "are you hitting on me"
it is, unfortunately, much angstier
"what's the wifi password?"
the pinnacle of depression: no internet, 2irl4meirl
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Yan Qing (cw smut!!)
[ ...why doesn't he, indeed?
and so he does. honestly, he couldn't have held on a second longer anyway, so it's rather serendipitous that yan qing decided to suggest it.
with his free arm, he reaches down and grabs yan qing's thigh (it's next to his own, so he can reach it; that's the main reason), then holds on as if for dear life as he arches backward, further baring his throat while his other hand tangles into a fist in yan qing's long hair. he doesn't have enough spare breath to get really loud with it, but his cry is nonetheless rather intense... and sustained.
then he sinks back against yan qing—melts, really. and when he opens his eyes, there are twice as many stars as before. ]
...Yan Qing...
[ there's no deep meaning to murmuring his name again. titus is just finding that he likes the way it feels to say it. and as he does so, he's already tilting his head to lick back up into yan qing's mouth for another kiss (though this one will be a little lazier on his own part). as it happens, though he more or less understood the concept, kissing had been brand new to him when he first arrived in this world. fortunately, he's always been a quick study. ]