"Don’t ever compliment me by insulting other women. That’s not a compliment, it’s a competition none of us agreed to.

      — "You’re not like other girls." Shut the fuck up. (via cutely-perverted)


shironokamitaichou whispered:

""Mostly. Been bedridden, and then been busy, so I haven't had much time to just visit with people.""

"Mmm. I understand."

She’s feelin’ kinda sleepy now thanks to all this tea. Maybe she could just. Rest her head on his shoulder with a soft sigh.

"Is this alright?" I hope so. I missed being close to someone.

ohagireaper:

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These eyes be made for wandering…on those tattoos.

"Nice ink there. Never did get to see the whole thing before!"

Squiiiiiints even more.

"There’s more you cannot see, but I doubt I’ll ever allow anyone to see that much of me. Unless, of course, I’m out streaking with my friends."



shironokamitaichou whispered:

""Long time no see, Ayumu-chan, how are you?" [/sips his own tea]"

"I’m well. A bit fatigued, but I’m dealing with my emotional issues a lot better than I have been. How have you been, Captain? Well, I hope?"



shironokamitaichou whispered:

"[/nudges Ayumu and gives some tea]"

Is about to whap him good with her bloody chair, then smiles when she sees who it is and sets the chair down in order to take his tea.

"Taichou! I didn’t see you there. Thank you." Bows her head, then takes a sip.

ohagireaper:

She gets it.

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Topless fistbump? I think yes.

…. Fistbumps. Then just kind of makes sure he’s not staring at her boobs.

praktikos-emporo:

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Quite literally, the man had the grin punched right out of him. Receiving something akin to the ol’ one-two. It had been very much an unacceptable act given their acquaintanceship being only at it’s early stages. Comfort zones being what they are, he wasn’t one to adhere to limitations. Even those of personal space, on occasion.

So he’d take the beating, he knew he invaded upon her this time and without any actual purpose other than perusing a little fun.

Recovering with a light laugh, he rubbed the area on his face and looked back to her. 

"Your aim is remarkable, force decent, speed, well, it’s not your strongest but I’m sure it’s utilized to the best of your abilities."

Anger flushed her face as she snarled at him, hands snatching fistfuls of his kosode before tugging him right up to her face, teeth bore. Oh no. He did not just do that to her as some kind of test

"You motherfuck,” she hissed in his face, eyes squinting, “You- you fucking asshole!! What the hell was that about?? Don’t you know what personal space and privacy are?”

Red coated her cheeks, even deeper than the one that had followed her anger. She wanted to scream. To beat his face black and blue, to throw him around and punch his lights out, but… She also wanted to know why the hell that felt so strange. (She’d never admit it felt good, even if it had. Kisuke was a disgusting asshole - even if she’d been curious about him before, she’d never allow herself to admit it for the sheer desire to uphold her angry appearance when around him)

"Whatever," with a thrust, she shoved him back, lips pursed to the side while part of her teeth remained bared, "just don’t fucking do it again, or you can consider yourself out of a willing worker.”

Does she feel like binding just to walk around tonight, or does she want to let the tits hang out? After all, wouldn’t be the first time she beat her subordinates while half-naked…

… Half naked it was.



Anonymous whispered:

"Y'all think you have what it takes to snap into the ultimate life form known as MACHO MAN RANDY SAVAGE? I MAY BE DEAD, MOTHERFUCKER, BUT DEATH DIDN'T STOP ME FROM BECOMING THE GRANDMASTER OF ALL THAT DESERT SHIT WITH THE SPANISH NAMES IN 'EM. YOU BEST TELL YOUR FRIEND WITH THE GLASSES, THAT THERE'S A STORM A-BREWING, AND THAT STORM SMELLS LIKE MOTHERFUCKING BEEF JERKY."

Just stares, honestly. Randy Savage? … Contemplates hitting with her metal chair out of spite.

© OCTOMOOSEY