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[open] one's home is one's.... hopefully-not-burning-like-the-actual-palace castle
Who: Atsushi (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
gekkajuu) & anyone/everyone
What: A fairly subdued housewarming party!Also a chance to get some activity in while waiting for the event. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
When: Now. Ish. Now is good.
Where: Olympia, Noble District because tiger boy is moving up in the world~
Warning(s): None..? This is an open mingle, so tag each other with some (probably) lighter stuff between all the WAR and RAWR! Should things get some kind of naughty, please put proper warnings in your subject lines, thank you.
It's almost certainly not the biggest mansion in the Noble District - but who cares? Atsushi is honored (and more than a little surprised) that he got offered this housing in the first place. Carefully inquiring about the rent (because of course this had to be some kind of scam?), he was told that there wasn't any, and he could simply live there for free.
There is always that voice in the back of his head telling him "if it seems too good to be true..." - but he's trying to get better about ignoring it. After all, even if he has to go back to a simpler place to live later, there's nothing lost. So he moves in (together with some friends), tries to find his way - and organizes a housewarming party almost immediately. He could use something to distract him... and so could other people, probably.
Join him? The mansion is still pretty empty - Atsushi's previous possessions aren't enough to fill so much as his bedroom - but the kitchen is full, and there's enough furniture in the living room to make yourself comfortable, a long table decked out with food and drinks that took some effort to procure.
Some options:
- Enjoy the food! Enjoy the drink! Atsushi isn't big on alcohol, but he invited Chuuya to live here, so you can bet your ass there will be something to get drunk off.
- You're welcome to raid the kitchen, too! ... but, seriously, don't open that ribbon-tied box with a note that says "for Reign-san". Yes, those are some tasty-looking mochi - but they have a secret ingredient.
- Do you want to look around upstairs? The master bathroom is huge. Please don't have sex in other people's beds, though... Or do, I'm not your boss.
- Just do your thing, man. It's a party. Forget about the city being on fire for a few hours, and try to have fun. Or plot how to achieve peace over some nice snacks, that's also appreciated.
Floor plan, to help you visualize the place, is this - with the minor change that the office and massage rooms are combined into a single room: the guest bedroom mentioned in Atsushi's network post.
gekkajuu) & anyone/everyoneWhat: A fairly subdued housewarming party!
When: Now. Ish. Now is good.
Where: Olympia, Noble District because tiger boy is moving up in the world~
Warning(s): None..? This is an open mingle, so tag each other with some (probably) lighter stuff between all the WAR and RAWR! Should things get some kind of naughty, please put proper warnings in your subject lines, thank you.
It's almost certainly not the biggest mansion in the Noble District - but who cares? Atsushi is honored (and more than a little surprised) that he got offered this housing in the first place. Carefully inquiring about the rent (because of course this had to be some kind of scam?), he was told that there wasn't any, and he could simply live there for free.
There is always that voice in the back of his head telling him "if it seems too good to be true..." - but he's trying to get better about ignoring it. After all, even if he has to go back to a simpler place to live later, there's nothing lost. So he moves in (together with some friends), tries to find his way - and organizes a housewarming party almost immediately. He could use something to distract him... and so could other people, probably.
Join him? The mansion is still pretty empty - Atsushi's previous possessions aren't enough to fill so much as his bedroom - but the kitchen is full, and there's enough furniture in the living room to make yourself comfortable, a long table decked out with food and drinks that took some effort to procure.
Some options:
- Enjoy the food! Enjoy the drink! Atsushi isn't big on alcohol, but he invited Chuuya to live here, so you can bet your ass there will be something to get drunk off.
- You're welcome to raid the kitchen, too! ... but, seriously, don't open that ribbon-tied box with a note that says "for Reign-san". Yes, those are some tasty-looking mochi - but they have a secret ingredient.
- Do you want to look around upstairs? The master bathroom is huge. Please don't have sex in other people's beds, though... Or do, I'm not your boss.
- Just do your thing, man. It's a party. Forget about the city being on fire for a few hours, and try to have fun. Or plot how to achieve peace over some nice snacks, that's also appreciated.
Floor plan, to help you visualize the place, is this - with the minor change that the office and massage rooms are combined into a single room: the guest bedroom mentioned in Atsushi's network post.
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Unfortunately Chuuya is absolutely seething already, which means that Dazai has succeeded in getting under his skin. Like always.]
Fuck you. You’re so fucking hellbent on messing with me that you’d crash a party?? You stupid bastard, don’t you give a shit about anyone but yourself??
[If he does, it’s fucking news to Chuuya. He knows that Dazai loves tormenting him, but he thought that maybe, just maybe, Dazai gave enough of a shit about Atsushi to you know, not do this. Apparently his desire to put Chuuya in his place greatly outweighs anything else, and Chuuya shudders to think what twisted thought process justifies Dazai crowding him up against the wall like some cornered prey animal. Granted, Chuuya could easily escape if he used his full strength, maybe even without making a scene, but something keeps him there, pinned between Dazai and the wall, and he knows that he’s officially lost control of the situation.
Dazai is goddamn lucky he doesn’t break Chuuya’s choker with that tug; that would’ve been the last fucking straw. He’s rather attached to it for various reasons, the most sentimental being that he’s had it since he was a teen, through all of the shit he’s endured, and he’d actually be pretty goddamn upset if it broke now. Perhaps it’s a symbol of Chuuya’s inexplicable bond with Dazai; always there, right up close, and almost appearing to be a shackle, but in the end it’s Chuuya that continues to wear it instead of casting it aside.
Despite his anger at being pulled around like a dog, he doesn’t pull away, though his hands instinctively fly up to grab Dazai’s arm as if he’s actually being choked. God, why does Dazai’s voice always stir up that familiar heat deep within him, even when it’s clearly meant to degrade him? It’s almost like a silken purr, and while Chuuya bristles and hisses, there’s no denying the desire that’s steadily building between them.]
What do you want, Dazai??
[As if Chuuya doesn’t already know the answer. He tries his best to keep his voice down to a harsh whisper for now, though it’s getting incredibly difficult to keep from shouting when Dazai whispers against his cheek and leaves goosebumps blooming on his porcelain skin. He wouldn’t be surprised if Dazai could feel the heat rolling off of him right now. It’s kind of a miracle that Dazai isn’t claiming to own him with that statement, though he can’t speak for whatever the bastard is thinking in that fucked up mind of his.]
I’m not letting you fuck me here in the open, you perverted bastard.
[Not this time, anyway. He actually knows some of these people.]
Can’t you keep it in your fucking pants??