[open] i'm a dangerous man put some money in my pocket

[slantedcross]

Who: Youji + you
What: Emotional hangover, some god power exploration...
When: Slightly backdated, June 1-3 as needed
Where: Outside his home, let's be flexible.
Warnings: Not so far. Will update as it becomes necessary.

June 1

[It's not really 'liquid courage' if you don't need courage in the first place, but there you go.

Youji is seated in an outdoor cafe area, it is barely past noon, but there's a bottle of wine on the table and he should probably, probably look for someone to share it with, because otherwise he will drink the whole thing. He's got enough in his system to dull his thoughts, but his reflexes are fast behind and if he's talking between glasses...

So to someone at the next table or just passing by (i.e., you), he lifts the bottle as if to pour, and smiles sheepishly.]

I have a spare glass, too... this is too much for one person.

June 2

[Back in that same cafe area... now he's got coffee instead of alcohol. Must have been a rough morning.

He's also got a sketchbook out in front of him, and few scattered pages are ripped and balled up around him. He starts to sketch, but is clearly frustrated by something, and when he's not ripping out more pages, he's very vigorously scribbling over drawings of these three women. He isn't the best artist, but he was passable enough to teach it credibly.]

Meditations on... what, exactly, am I doing? Wish I had that painting to destroy, now...

June 3

[Surprisingly enough, he's back in the same spot. He's already turned the waitress away twice, though, as he checks under the table and all the chairs, looking frantically for something.]

I know I've ripped it half to shreds by this point but is this any way to...

[He knocks a few balled up papers and swears as he bends over to pick them all up.]

Where is my damn sketchbook?

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June 1

[fullcowl]

[Izuku was just passing through, going to collect whatever prayers people left for him.

He looks around, and... yeah, he's the one being offered wine.]

... I'm a little underage.

[slantedcross]

[Youji cracks up laughing, putting the bottle back on the table and pushing it a little out of his own reach.]

So tell me, and tell me honestly: what sounds better? That I'm too drunk to realize you're underage? Or that I offered anyway because what's age to a god?

[fullcowl]

[He looks a bit worried for a moment, looking between the bottle and Youji.]

... Maybe the second? Neither sounds great though.

[slantedcross]

[The bottle is well behind him! He's not looking at it! And he has a lot practice in forcing himself to function through substance abuse!]

I should have a sub-domain of 'irresponsibility' as a god. I already have hedonism.

Haven't met the god of child endangerment, have you? Or contributing to the delinquency of a minor? I need to get my story straight.

[fullcowl]

[Hedonism? That's a little familiar, wasn't he talking to somebody like that over the BBS a while back?]

Are you Hedone? I think we talked a while back.

I'm not sure those gods exist...? Or at least, I've never heard of them.

June 2

[savemeomi]

[ A crumpled up piece of paper flies in her direction and lands by her feet. Naturally, Ouka picks it up and flattens it out. It's... not bad. Not great, but not bad either.

She glances up at the frustrated artist as another ball of paper flies in her direction. ]

Were you rejected last night?

[ Youji, you don't look so good. ]

[slantedcross]

Maybe I rejected her and regretted it.

[It comes out weird while his chin is in his head and he throws another wad of paper over his shoulder.]

[savemeomi]

[ She catches it and flattens the new wad out as well. ]

I suppose at least you're drawing pictures and not stalking and taking pictures...

[slantedcross]

Persistence is a turn-off in men as well as women. Anyway, if you have to harass someone, you know they don't actually like you, right?

[...is that too direct? Is it? But then, Omi did like her...]

June 2

[concasse]

-- The hell are you destroying pictures of beautiful ladies for?

[For the record, Sanji knows very little about art outside the kitchen. The trials and tribulations of an struggling artist will most likely go over his head and paint him as the most unsympathetic of bastards.

But even still, he wouldn't be Sanji if he didn't stick his nose into some random guy's business solely because he thinks those sketches are cute as hell. Put the pencil down, man.]

[slantedcross]

Because the damn things do no justice to the real beautiful ladies they're based on.

[He does drop the pencil, though, even as he turns to a fresh page. Needs to spend some staring at the white blankness before proceeding, of course.]

I'll have to try again, but..

[concasse]

[HM. Well, that is an acceptable answer, enough to wipe away Sanji's scowl. Now he leans forward in clear interest. It's not yet an annoying hover right behind the man, but at a distance that gives Sanji a good vantage point]

You draw for a living?

[slantedcross]

[He chuckles lightly. It's the word "living" when paired with these women that does it, but who can tell?]

Not nearly that good, but I used to be an art teacher. Before they made me the goddess of pleasure.

[Tips his sunglasses lower just so he can roll his eyes.]

June 2

[justclaws]

[Well, this would appear to be the man.

[He appears to be busy, though. Between the cup of tea (is it tea?) and whatever it is he is attempting to draw, Youji hardly looks as if he might be in the mood for a conversation, and certainly not for what will certainly turn out to be an extremely awkward conversation about something Kija cannot remember doing but feels really bad about doing anyway.

[This does nothing to change the fact that he really needs to apologize. Or the fact that Kija, having managed to find Youji in the first place, is absolutely not the kind to simply walk away again and let the matter lie, and it hardly seems he could make this man feel any more frustrated than - than whatever it is the tea and the sketchpad is in aid of.

[He is wondering how on earth he's supposed to interrupt when Youji tears another page out of the book, and tosses it away - and that seems as good a time as any to approach.]

Um. I am sorry to interrupt while you are working, but are you Youji?

[Please say you are, because if you simply look a lot like him but are in fact someone completely different, this just got five hundred times more awkward.]

[slantedcross]

Are you seriously asking me that?

[He manages to say that mildly. Possibly it's the surprise talking.]

The answer is yes. Hedone, if you want to be formal.

[justclaws]

[Yes?

[Kija wonders if that was an actual question for a moment, but before he can actually answer it Youji answers his, which is probably for the best. This is the right man, then. Well, that is certainly a relief. Things can go back to being just uncomfortably awkward instead of agonizingly awkward. Would being formal help? Theirs was a formal relationship. Or it should have been, if he hadn't gone and done something incredibly confusing--]

Oh, well... that's good. I - think we need to talk.

[No, that's not right. Youji has done nothing wrong. There is no we here.]

I mean - I think I do.

[Better. Sort of. Perhaps.

[If only he knew what he was supposed to be talking about.]

[slantedcross]

Have a seat, then.

[Plenty of chairs, and he waves to the waitress at the edge of the patio.]

A drink, too. Might steel your nerves.

June 1

[kokuyoyo]

[Youji, you're two for two now on the "offering underage teenagers alcohol" front.]

[...Although, to be fair, the guy wearing the mint green beanie sure doesn't look like he died at fifteen, considering that it's clear he could make a straight up six feet if he bothered to stop slouching. And when he makes his way after only a brief pause, clearly interested in the offer, well.]

Then why buy a whole bottle if you don't know how to finish it?

[slantedcross]

More cost-effective. Do you know how much a glass costs?

[He shrugs.]

[kokuyoyo]

I’m not an alcoholic, so no.

[Also, fifteen and recently deceased, so.]

But I’ll still have a glass if you’re giving it for free…

[slantedcross]

So? I don't like chocolate and I know roughly how much a candy bar should cost.

[...taking a second look, though.]

Maybe you should buy your own...

May 30, since you wanted a chance at Nice!Schuldig

[volksdaemon]

[He's not one to take casual strolls around the Far Shore normally, what with Weiss around. He normally goes out with a very specific purpose to find someone and get back to his temple as fast as possible, spending very little time out in the open where he could be spotted by his enemies.

But not this week. This week he's in such an optimistic mood that he feels free to take those strolls because any of his enemies must surely need nothing more than a conversation and proof he's not the same person - like a reincarnation almost - that they are used to, the one with the morally broken compass. It is in just such a mood that he walks by Hedone's temple, leaning against the entrance and looking inside it appreciatively - especially the Maypole. It's almost Oktoberfest-y in a nostalgic way, as he is now.

Youji would see him like that, a non-threatening sort of pose from Schuldig that has him simply taking in the extent of the temple exterior and not stepping any further inside. It'd be when he sees the man himself that he gets a light, airy wave and nothing more - no telepathic intrusions and no teleporting away from immediate danger.]

this is indeed a hell of a chance...

[slantedcross]

[Youji drops his watch.

He was fixing it around his wrist as he forced himself outside, towards... well, towards something that was not his own walls and his own feelings reverberating off them.

But he sees Schuldig, and he drops it straight to the ground.

Very poor form for an assassin, and bending down to pick it up would not only look undignified, it would leave him an excellent target for someone who can teleport.

So his hands raise as if... well, reaching for a weapon that isn't there.]

:D

[volksdaemon]

Morning!

[There's actually amusement in his voice when he says that, mainly because he's definitely enjoying how off-kilter Youji is right now. He can sense that much easily and of course it's mirrored in the man's face.]

I take it you don't get visitors often. Well, male visitors.

['Helpful' didn't mean he'd stop teasing the assassin.]

Quite the setup here, Hedone.

[slantedcross]

You're the only one who shows up uninvited.

[He hasn't forgotten that one teleportation, oh no.]

Are you just here to admire? There's mosaic floors inside. Or is this some sort of duel over Naoe? You're Tot's second and I've been drafted to be Bombay's?