Call out one of the characters from my muselist with a starter, a prompt, a general 'hey can we do something with these characters' comment, a smoke signal, etc., and I'll get back to you with some kind of RP thread!
[Chuuya sighs and tries to take Akutagawa's hand to lead him/make sure he doesn't fall over.
He passes through an 'employees only' door without hesitation, then opens one of the many doors in this hallway into what looks like a relatively standard bedroom.]
[Akutagawa blinks slowly as Chuuya crawls into bed with him, and he realizes that he hasn’t even taken his shoes off yet.
He slips them off before lying on his back to stare up at the ceiling. What is he doing? Sleeping with a complete stranger? Not that he couldn’t defend himself if need be...]
...I’m simply used to repaying my debts immediately. But very well.
[It’s just a Mafia thing.
Whenever Chuuya falls asleep Akutagawa will follow soon after, and when they’re awoken by the sun shining in through the window Chuuya will find Akutagawa spooning him.]
[Well, Chuuya's awake. With a hangover, but what's new?
The mafia assassin spooning him, that's what's new.
This would be a lot more comfortable if Chuuya knew Akutagawa better and also didn't have work. But since that's not the case, he tries to slip out of bed without disturbing Akutagawa too much. Let him sleep in.]
[Except Akutagawa isn’t going to let him go that easily. He’s clinging to him now, grumbling in his sleep, and if Chuuya keeps struggling he’ll get a very grumpy look when Akutagawa is forced awake.]
[Looks like Chuuya doesn’t have much choice. Akutagawa’s coat produces several tendrils that wrap around Chuuya’s middle, pinning his arms to his sides and keeping him there.]
[Chuuya makes sure to shut the door behind him when he leaves so other people won't see Akutagawa in his room.
He heads to the infirmary, has a brief conversation with Mori - 'hey there's a guy in my room who's dealing with Baby's First Hangover so I need painkillers, plus I won't be doing morning delves' - and soon returns to his room with a glass of water and a bottle of painkillers, both of which he hands to Akutagawa.]
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[You know, after dark, while mostly drunk, in an area of Yokohama frequented by members of the mafia.]
Why?
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[Even being drunk doesn’t change that overly formal speech.]
I’m still enjoying our drinks at the moment, however.
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[Not that Chuuya would necessarily say no...]
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[He’s really feeling the booze now, swaying on his seat as he narrows his eyes at Chuuya.]
You’re very attractive.
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You're not half bad yourself. I accept.
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[The second he stands up from the barstool his head swims, and he plops back down on the stool with a groan, clutching his head.]
...very well.
[Akutagawa calls them a cab, and as soon as they’re inside he curses.]
I got carried away. Nonetheless. Where do you live?
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Yokohama Central Library. You can crash in my room for the night.
[Don't worry too much about why he lives in a library.]
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[The driver knows where to go, and soon enough they’re at the library, Akutagawa keeping himself steady by leaning all over Chuuya.]
Your room...where is it...there’s books everywhere...
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He passes through an 'employees only' door without hesitation, then opens one of the many doors in this hallway into what looks like a relatively standard bedroom.]
It's only got the one bed, sorry.
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[Akutagawa is finally able to let go of Chuuya and stumble over to the bed before plopping down on the edge, cheeks flushed from the alcohol.]
Where are you going to sleep?
[Wow rude.]
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Goodnight.
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He slips them off before lying on his back to stare up at the ceiling. What is he doing? Sleeping with a complete stranger? Not that he couldn’t defend himself if need be...]
You’re not going to ask me for anything? Favors?
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[Chuuya kicks his shoes off and settles down on his side, with his back to Akutagawa.]
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[Isn’t that how these things usually go...?]
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[????]
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[It’s just a Mafia thing.
Whenever Chuuya falls asleep Akutagawa will follow soon after, and when they’re awoken by the sun shining in through the window Chuuya will find Akutagawa spooning him.]
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The mafia assassin spooning him, that's what's new.
This would be a lot more comfortable if Chuuya knew Akutagawa better and also didn't have work. But since that's not the case, he tries to slip out of bed without disturbing Akutagawa too much. Let him sleep in.]
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Don’t. You’re warm.
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[Don't people in the mafia know it's important to get to work?]
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[Looks like Chuuya doesn’t have much choice. Akutagawa’s coat produces several tendrils that wrap around Chuuya’s middle, pinning his arms to his sides and keeping him there.]
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You know somebody's going to come yell at me for 'oversleeping' eventually, right.
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[That’s not a thing you can do as a dead author, but Akutagawa doesn’t know that.]
My head is pounding...
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[...and at least stick his head out the door.]
First hangover?
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[Akutagawa will reluctantly let Chuuya up, retracting the tendrils wrapped around him.]
Do you have pills? For the pain?
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[Chuuya makes sure to shut the door behind him when he leaves so other people won't see Akutagawa in his room.
He heads to the infirmary, has a brief conversation with Mori - 'hey there's a guy in my room who's dealing with Baby's First Hangover so I need painkillers, plus I won't be doing morning delves' - and soon returns to his room with a glass of water and a bottle of painkillers, both of which he hands to Akutagawa.]
Take two.
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