It doesn't hurt as much as it should. I mean there's not really scar tissue there anymore... and if I don't keep getting it done, it will just disappear.
[ It's said, admittedly, with a hint of bitterness. Most people would be glad for her power, but for her, it's more a matter of frustration. None of the things she enjoy really work anymore, and that fucking sucks. She's sure she'll be grateful for it one day if she ends up hit by a bus or something, but right now it's a pain in her ass. ]
Luckily, my artist is supportive as fuck. If grumpy about it.
[ She shoots him a quick grin, and then leans her head back against the headrest, enjoying the smooth feel of the car on the road (so much nicer than hers). At Puppy's question, a grin curves her lips, and she tilts her head slightly towards him, talking in a conspiratorial half-whisper. ]
I knew she was gonna be a fucking challenge, so I went for her right hand first. Got some rep, so to speak.
[puppy does that too, sometimes. when he wants someone who's playing hard to get, he targets their friends, working his way in until the guy gets so fed up with jealousy that he makes the first move. it rarely backfires - not to say it hasn't, but the rewards have always been the motivation. puppy loves it when the guys he hooks up with get rough, too. not always, because he's not masochistic, but there's something so good about being thrown around by someone so intent on fucking you that puppy can't get enough of.
...anyway.]
Why do you keep getting your tattoos done over, anyway? Do they keep healing wrong? Do you want to talk to a dermatologist about it? I know a couple really good ones, if you want a referral.
[ She grins. In a lot of ways, they're similar, although Kaoru relies less on jealousy and more on her reputation with other members of the group. The pity in this case was that the tall, geeky girl she told Puppy about - the one who is actually her type - was someone she didn't even realize was part of the group until it was too late. So she's probably ruined her chances there. But oh well.
The question that he asks makes her raise her brows slightly, because... well, no. That's her fault, isn't it? She's never directly told him, just hinted at it, barely mentioned it in passing. It's just part of her daily life, after all, something that's normal for her, like being a woman, and Japanese, and a lesbian. Things she doesn't feel she has to explicitly say. But not everyone is savvy with the knowledge that shit from comic books can actually be real life. And realistically, that's probably best for her. She has no problem with being out, so to speak, to her friends, but in general it's probably best to keep things best termed as "powers" a kind of secret.
Kaoru chuckles. ] I promise that a dermatologist can't help me, Puppy. I'll explain, but... it's kind of weird, and I don't wanna freak you out.
[ It's her way of saying: if you need to pull over so you don't crash your car, do it now. ]
I'm okay with weird, [puppy answers as he makes another turn, though there's a hint of a question at the end.] How weird are we talking about? Creepy weird? Gross weird?
[there's a lot of weirdness in puppy's life, to be sure. his dads are practically cultists, believing in an ancient phoenix god and its dragon god companion, and puppy grew up being told that he'll be eaten alive by the gods if he didn't listen to his dads or his guardians. it's only when puppy found his way into the real world that he even got an inkling about how strange his childhood had been, and even then - well, some people believe in an invisible creator god, so what's the difference?
granted, confusing santa claus with the christian god had been a very awkward period in puppy's life. he doesn't want a repeat of that any time soon.]
We're almost at the boutiques block. I hope my favorite shop's open, I wanna get new shirts.
I guess some people might think it's gross or creepy...
[ But he seems unperturbed enough by the concept of weird that Kaoru feels comfortable enough just jumping straight in. She briefly stretches out her right arm to remind him of the one tattoo she has permanently, the constellation on her wrist. ] This is the only tattoo I have that doesn't heal. I got it done when I was... 18? 19? I don't remember. But, like... you know how it's really hard for me to get drunk? And how I never get sick? It's all part of the same thing.
[ Out of habit - not to show Puppy, he's driving - Kaoru presses her fingernails into the palm of her hand, hard enough to make little crescents of blood pool on the skin. By the time she swipes the blood away, the cuts have healed. ]
If I get hurt, it heals somehow. Not like you would heal, though. Faster. When I was 24, I broke my arm when I fell off a stage in a bar, and by the time I got to emergency and got x-rays, it had fixed itself. [ She shrugs. ] I'm not sure how, or why. But ever since then, my piercings and tattoos grow out too, except the ones I had before.
[ Some sort of ceramic bird? It was cute, but didn't look to her to be much more than a trinket. But of course, everyone had their own reasons for doing things, or wanting things. And so she didn't need an explanation from him. The one she got confirmed her thoughts, though, and she looked up from the picture on his phone to nod at him, a small smile on her lips. ]
I get it.
[ It didn't matter what it was, or how easy it was to replace. In Kaoru's mind, sentimental value was something that couldn't be bought. A bird figurine could have been a toenail clipping, and she would still have helped. (To be fair, in that case there probably would have been some complaints about grossness... but still.) ]
We get in, we find him first. After that we get as much of the rest of your stuff as we can... but we get him first in case we have to fucking bail. Right?
[It seemed a bit silly and childish to explain, not to mention far too intimate, so Kyu-Bok was extremely grateful that it seemed like Kaoru was going to accept it with no questions asked. And not in a judging or condescending way, but one that seemed empathetic. The tension that had been building in his shoulders drained out of him, and he shot her a grateful smile.]
Thanks.
[Both for understanding and coming along with him. He shot a grin at her as she started to outline the plan, laughing.]
You sure you haven't done this before? Knowing my ex-roommate, he hasn't moved anything out of laziness. My room was closest to the fire escape so it should be easy to get in and get out.
[ Kaoru grinned back at Kyu-Bok, raising her eyebrows playfully. ]
The official story is that I've never done this before.
[ The truthful story was the same, of course, but there was no harm in having a little fun. Bonus points if it helped him to feel a little more confident about what they were about to do. ]
Do you have a key still? Or are we going to need to break in in the old-fashioned, literal sense?
[ She flexed her fingers. If it meant breaking a window, it was no problem. Lacerations healed. ]
Oooh, troublemaker Kaoru might be my new favorite.
[It definitely made him feel a bit more confident about the whole venture. If it wasn't important, he would have left it well enough alone. He knew better than most that things were only as powerful as you let them be, but he had always had a hard time letting go.
As he rolled to a stop in front of his old apartment complex, where thankfully he'd lived on the ground floor, he shook his head at the question about the keys.]
He's lazy but he's not that stupid sadly. I can probably figure out how to unlock the window though. [He paused, raising an eyebrow at her.] Unless you have a better plan?
[ The comment made her grin, and she gave him a quick wink. As the car pulled to a halt, she looked out at the apartment building, turning back to hear the answer to her question. ]
We can try to unlock the window first, if you want. [ After all, it was the safest option and the one least likely to get them in any trouble. ] But if that doesn't work, I can punch a hole in it and unlock it from the inside.
[ She raised her right hand, flexing her fingers in his direction this time. ]
It wasn’t the cleanest landing I’ve ever made, that’s for sure. Tore a good t-shirt and a scraped off some skin. But it was only the second floor. That’s like what, eight feet off the ground? Maybe ten, tops? Rolling spreads out the force of the impact from big jumps so you don’t break anything.
I feel like this was one of those, ‘don’t try this at home, kids.’ moments...
I think Mom gave up on that logic the fourth or fifth time I made it up to the roof without a ladder.
[you’re talking to the guy who thinks a casual walk down the street isn’t complete without balancing on fences, climbing trees, swinging from overhangs, scaling walls, leaping over obstacles and/or all of the above. He’s been doing this for so long that it’s second nature. And still trains hard so as not to injure himself in the process.]
But enough about that! Tell me about the pillow forts!
[ If she could share her weird power with him, she would. ]
Comfiest shit, man. wish I'd taken a photo or something We even put up fairy lights and then we made out a little but we stopped because she smacked me in the face with one of the pillows Seriously, it's love
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you know, my darling, I have to say I would
which is really fucking something, coming from me!
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It doesn't hurt as much as it should. I mean there's not really scar tissue there anymore... and if I don't keep getting it done, it will just disappear.
[ It's said, admittedly, with a hint of bitterness. Most people would be glad for her power, but for her, it's more a matter of frustration. None of the things she enjoy really work anymore, and that fucking sucks. She's sure she'll be grateful for it one day if she ends up hit by a bus or something, but right now it's a pain in her ass. ]
Luckily, my artist is supportive as fuck. If grumpy about it.
[ She shoots him a quick grin, and then leans her head back against the headrest, enjoying the smooth feel of the car on the road (so much nicer than hers). At Puppy's question, a grin curves her lips, and she tilts her head slightly towards him, talking in a conspiratorial half-whisper. ]
I knew she was gonna be a fucking challenge, so I went for her right hand first. Got some rep, so to speak.
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[puppy does that too, sometimes. when he wants someone who's playing hard to get, he targets their friends, working his way in until the guy gets so fed up with jealousy that he makes the first move. it rarely backfires - not to say it hasn't, but the rewards have always been the motivation. puppy loves it when the guys he hooks up with get rough, too. not always, because he's not masochistic, but there's something so good about being thrown around by someone so intent on fucking you that puppy can't get enough of.
...anyway.]
Why do you keep getting your tattoos done over, anyway? Do they keep healing wrong? Do you want to talk to a dermatologist about it? I know a couple really good ones, if you want a referral.
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The question that he asks makes her raise her brows slightly, because... well, no. That's her fault, isn't it? She's never directly told him, just hinted at it, barely mentioned it in passing. It's just part of her daily life, after all, something that's normal for her, like being a woman, and Japanese, and a lesbian. Things she doesn't feel she has to explicitly say. But not everyone is savvy with the knowledge that shit from comic books can actually be real life. And realistically, that's probably best for her. She has no problem with being out, so to speak, to her friends, but in general it's probably best to keep things best termed as "powers" a kind of secret.
Kaoru chuckles. ] I promise that a dermatologist can't help me, Puppy. I'll explain, but... it's kind of weird, and I don't wanna freak you out.
[ It's her way of saying: if you need to pull over so you don't crash your car, do it now. ]
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[there's a lot of weirdness in puppy's life, to be sure. his dads are practically cultists, believing in an ancient phoenix god and its dragon god companion, and puppy grew up being told that he'll be eaten alive by the gods if he didn't listen to his dads or his guardians. it's only when puppy found his way into the real world that he even got an inkling about how strange his childhood had been, and even then - well, some people believe in an invisible creator god, so what's the difference?
granted, confusing santa claus with the christian god had been a very awkward period in puppy's life. he doesn't want a repeat of that any time soon.]
We're almost at the boutiques block. I hope my favorite shop's open, I wanna get new shirts.
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[ But he seems unperturbed enough by the concept of weird that Kaoru feels comfortable enough just jumping straight in. She briefly stretches out her right arm to remind him of the one tattoo she has permanently, the constellation on her wrist. ] This is the only tattoo I have that doesn't heal. I got it done when I was... 18? 19? I don't remember. But, like... you know how it's really hard for me to get drunk? And how I never get sick? It's all part of the same thing.
[ Out of habit - not to show Puppy, he's driving - Kaoru presses her fingernails into the palm of her hand, hard enough to make little crescents of blood pool on the skin. By the time she swipes the blood away, the cuts have healed. ]
If I get hurt, it heals somehow. Not like you would heal, though. Faster. When I was 24, I broke my arm when I fell off a stage in a bar, and by the time I got to emergency and got x-rays, it had fixed itself. [ She shrugs. ] I'm not sure how, or why. But ever since then, my piercings and tattoos grow out too, except the ones I had before.
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[ Some sort of ceramic bird? It was cute, but didn't look to her to be much more than a trinket. But of course, everyone had their own reasons for doing things, or wanting things. And so she didn't need an explanation from him. The one she got confirmed her thoughts, though, and she looked up from the picture on his phone to nod at him, a small smile on her lips. ]
I get it.
[ It didn't matter what it was, or how easy it was to replace. In Kaoru's mind, sentimental value was something that couldn't be bought. A bird figurine could have been a toenail clipping, and she would still have helped. (To be fair, in that case there probably would have been some complaints about grossness... but still.) ]
We get in, we find him first. After that we get as much of the rest of your stuff as we can... but we get him first in case we have to fucking bail. Right?
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Thanks.
[Both for understanding and coming along with him. He shot a grin at her as she started to outline the plan, laughing.]
You sure you haven't done this before? Knowing my ex-roommate, he hasn't moved anything out of laziness. My room was closest to the fire escape so it should be easy to get in and get out.
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The official story is that I've never done this before.
[ The truthful story was the same, of course, but there was no harm in having a little fun. Bonus points if it helped him to feel a little more confident about what they were about to do. ]
Do you have a key still? Or are we going to need to break in in the old-fashioned, literal sense?
[ She flexed her fingers. If it meant breaking a window, it was no problem. Lacerations healed. ]
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[It definitely made him feel a bit more confident about the whole venture. If it wasn't important, he would have left it well enough alone. He knew better than most that things were only as powerful as you let them be, but he had always had a hard time letting go.
As he rolled to a stop in front of his old apartment complex, where thankfully he'd lived on the ground floor, he shook his head at the question about the keys.]
He's lazy but he's not that stupid sadly. I can probably figure out how to unlock the window though. [He paused, raising an eyebrow at her.] Unless you have a better plan?
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We can try to unlock the window first, if you want. [ After all, it was the safest option and the one least likely to get them in any trouble. ] But if that doesn't work, I can punch a hole in it and unlock it from the inside.
[ She raised her right hand, flexing her fingers in his direction this time. ]
It won't hurt for long.
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there's your problem :)
thank you for redirecting us!
i'll have to pull your stunt and magically double up on every catch i make overnight if they've got boobs.
my pleasure! ♥
People there are chill, they won't go spreading shit about who's there
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the papz could be everywhere and anywhere, they're like cockroaches.
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your safety is the most important, of course ♥
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I'm sorry, you did WHAT
how are you even still alive, Minoru
Gladly!
I feel like this was one of those, ‘don’t try this at home, kids.’ moments...
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[ It'd be one thing if his bones would knit themselves back together like hers would, but as far as she knows, she's alone in that ability. ]
as long as you're careful and make sure to take care of yourself.
[ It takes a moment, and then another message arrives: ]
fuck I sound like I'm trying to be your mom.
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[you’re talking to the guy who thinks a casual walk down the street isn’t complete without balancing on fences, climbing trees, swinging from overhangs, scaling walls, leaping over obstacles and/or all of the above. He’s been doing this for so long that it’s second nature. And still trains hard so as not to injure himself in the process.]
But enough about that! Tell me about the pillow forts!
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[ If she could share her weird power with him, she would. ]
Comfiest shit, man. wish I'd taken a photo or something
We even put up fairy lights
and then we made out a little but we stopped because she smacked me in the face with one of the pillows
Seriously, it's love
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