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thenearshore2016-07-06 07:41 am
erogappa) wrote in thenearshore2016-07-06 07:41 am
Daylight licked me into shape [OPEN]
Who: Gojyo and anyone who wants to join him!
What: Various and sundry (see prompts below the cut)
When: Between April 2nd and April 6th, in-game time (any time between the sakura party and the July intro log)
Where: Various places in the Near Shore
Warnings: Will update
Format: I've posted these prompts in past tense prose. If you'd prefer present tense and/or brackets, please feel free! I'll match your formatting.
Prompt 1: The Park
Wine hangovers were markedly different than beer hangovers, Gojyo was discovering. While the beer hangovers tended to settle in the gut (yeah, he got the farts after too many beers, but who didn't?), the wine ones seemed to like to sit right in the middle of his head, stabbing behind his eyes.
Beer hangovers could be appeased by a big greasy breakfast and a lot of black coffee. So far, the best thing Gojyo had found to cure the wine hangovers was simply time. Time, and a bit of heat. And that's why he was in the park that morning, arms draped over the back of the bench and face to the sun, idly working his way through his pack of cigarettes.
Being dead wasn't so bad after all, some days.
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Prompt 2: Downtown
Why couldn't the little bastards attack in the middle of the night?! But no, they had to decide to come out of hiding in the early evening, when all the offices were closing. So there was a sea of dark suits as roughly eleven million salarymen and -women shuffled off to their trains, and there was a swarm of glowing puffball ayakashi, drifting towards the residential area on the other side of the train tracks... and there was Gojyo, a bright spot right in the middle of that weary ocean, blood red hair and leather pants and waving an old Chinese sword like a crazy person. Good thing mortals didn't tend to see them, huh?
"Get th'fuck out of my way!"
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Prompt 3: The Liquor Store
This whole not-being-seen-by-mortals things was really starting to get on Gojyo's nerves. It had been cool at first -- he could pretty much steal anything he wanted to, whenever he wanted to (not that he took advantage of it or anything. A couple packs of cigarettes, a bowl of ramen from a booth... but it just didn't feel right). So if he wasn't going to steal stuff from the Near Shore, he was going to have to buy it, and buying things took money. Which meant a job.
The bell on the door chimed, and Gojyo turned apathetically toward the incoming customer. "Welcome to Lawson Station," he droned, slouching in his itchy uniform shirt. Hating his uniform visor. Hating everything about the job, really. But there were only so many jobs available to an unskilled foreigner, and, unlike a factory job, at least working at a convenience store gave him the freedom to chase after ayakashi whenever they appeared. Not like any of the customers seemed to notice he was there anyway. Not even when they were standing right in front of him. Yelling for him. In his face. "Please enjoy your shopping experience."
There had to be a better way to earn cigarette money than this.
What: Various and sundry (see prompts below the cut)
When: Between April 2nd and April 6th, in-game time (any time between the sakura party and the July intro log)
Where: Various places in the Near Shore
Warnings: Will update
Format: I've posted these prompts in past tense prose. If you'd prefer present tense and/or brackets, please feel free! I'll match your formatting.
Prompt 1: The Park
Wine hangovers were markedly different than beer hangovers, Gojyo was discovering. While the beer hangovers tended to settle in the gut (yeah, he got the farts after too many beers, but who didn't?), the wine ones seemed to like to sit right in the middle of his head, stabbing behind his eyes.
Beer hangovers could be appeased by a big greasy breakfast and a lot of black coffee. So far, the best thing Gojyo had found to cure the wine hangovers was simply time. Time, and a bit of heat. And that's why he was in the park that morning, arms draped over the back of the bench and face to the sun, idly working his way through his pack of cigarettes.
Being dead wasn't so bad after all, some days.
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Prompt 2: Downtown
Why couldn't the little bastards attack in the middle of the night?! But no, they had to decide to come out of hiding in the early evening, when all the offices were closing. So there was a sea of dark suits as roughly eleven million salarymen and -women shuffled off to their trains, and there was a swarm of glowing puffball ayakashi, drifting towards the residential area on the other side of the train tracks... and there was Gojyo, a bright spot right in the middle of that weary ocean, blood red hair and leather pants and waving an old Chinese sword like a crazy person. Good thing mortals didn't tend to see them, huh?
"Get th'fuck out of my way!"
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Prompt 3: The Liquor Store
This whole not-being-seen-by-mortals things was really starting to get on Gojyo's nerves. It had been cool at first -- he could pretty much steal anything he wanted to, whenever he wanted to (not that he took advantage of it or anything. A couple packs of cigarettes, a bowl of ramen from a booth... but it just didn't feel right). So if he wasn't going to steal stuff from the Near Shore, he was going to have to buy it, and buying things took money. Which meant a job.
The bell on the door chimed, and Gojyo turned apathetically toward the incoming customer. "Welcome to Lawson Station," he droned, slouching in his itchy uniform shirt. Hating his uniform visor. Hating everything about the job, really. But there were only so many jobs available to an unskilled foreigner, and, unlike a factory job, at least working at a convenience store gave him the freedom to chase after ayakashi whenever they appeared. Not like any of the customers seemed to notice he was there anyway. Not even when they were standing right in front of him. Yelling for him. In his face. "Please enjoy your shopping experience."
There had to be a better way to earn cigarette money than this.
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"You want fingers?" His fingers are long and hard with callouses, the knuckles big and solid. He feels out the ring of Niles's ass with one fingertip, but that's all the warning Niles gets before he slips his index finger all the way inside. He pulls out immediately, and then it's two fingers working their way into Niles's body, scissoring and stretching all that velvety heat.
Gojyo leans over his back, breath hot against his shoulder. "Tell me how good that feels." His eyes flick to the door, and his cock pulses against his leg. Anyone could see them like this. Absolutely anyone. "Tell me how much you want it."
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Everyone could see them if they wanted to look. Any God or Shinki could look at them and watch. And damn, if that doesn't excite him. Letting him drip precum out of his cock, splattering against the floor.
"My... my sounds aren't good enough for you?" He bites his lip, feeling the two fingers working on his body. He starts to move his hips slowly, back against Gojyo's fingers and taking him further and further inside. He lets out another low groan. "What about... hnngh... what about telling you to shove it in me... before I kick you... because I'm about to explode..." He wriggles his hips a bit.
"You're such a tease..."
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"This really does it for you," he breathes wonderingly against Niles's neck. Outside, a chattering couple approaches the door and Gojyo's breath catches. But they pass by, and he signs in relief and disappointment. "Shit, you're about to pop and I haven't even touched your dick."
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And he hates it. But he loves it. But he hates it. It drives him crazy, it keeps him turned on. But it's not Gojyo's cock.
"D... don't touch my dick... not until you're balls deep inside..." He grunts, losing all sense of everything around him. It's just, him, Gojyo, and the counter that his dick keeps hitting. "Fuck me, goddammit... just fuck me..."