[Open] April Catch-All

[thetaintedsorrow]

Who: Chuuya Nakahara (thetaintedsorrow) & you!
What: Event aftermath and various shenanigans
When: April
Where: Olympia
Warning(s): None yet, but NSFW will be marked if it happens



I. Bird is the Word

[To all those familiar with Chuuya, the news of the mystery egg he’d magically acquired finally hatching isn’t surprising, nor is the news that it’s a bird. However, what they may not know is that Apollo (a name carefully chosen for his precious child) has grown into something quite flashy in the past month. A royal flycatcher, to be precise, with beautiful plumage to rival any peacock. It’s quite fitting that Apollo is tiny and beautiful, considering who his mother is, but don’t tell Chuuya that.

He’s quite an energetic little thing, and Chuuya can be found out and about in town with the little guy perched on top of his hat, or in the mansion with Apollo perched on his shoulder.

Should anyone get close (within five feet) of Chuuya, they’ll find themselves with a faceful of feathers and an earful of chirps as Apollo checks them out, up close and personal. Of course Chuuya is amused.]

Looks like he likes you.

II. Shots, Shots, Shots

[Chuuya can also be found, sans Apollo, in one of the multitude of bars located around town. He’s currently nursing a glass of fireball whiskey, but anyone who approaches him for either company or simply to harass him will be abruptly challenged to a drinking contest. God bless your soul if you take him up on it.

Should they decline he’ll simply shrug and continue sipping at the amber liquid in his glass.

Either way, they’ll receive this greeting: ]

You here for booze or company?

III. Among the Stars

[Lastly, Chuuya will make a trip to Thesa Station to see all the newly awakened refugees. He can be found checking out the stasis pods, hanging around in one of the lounge areas, or simply indulging in a glass of wine at the mess hall.

He’ll have Apollo on his shoulder, but don’t be afraid. He won’t peck your eyes out. Chuuya may very well try it though, if you see fit to call him tiny. Otherwise he’ll be friendly enough, no matter where he’s approached on the station.]

How’s it going?

IV. Wildcard!

[Surprise me! Or plot things with me! I’m over at arcanestardust!]

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[sullenstallion]

I'm not moping, dammit!

[He slams his fist down hard on the counter. Much to his own embarrassment, it leaves a small dent in the wood—when he says he's stronger than he looks, he means it. But he didn't intend to use the strength to wreck Atsushi's property.

Shit.]

You're full of shit. Did it ever cross your mind that I don't have anything to say to you? We aren't friends, so you don't have to pretend like you have something to say to me!

[thetaintedsorrow]

[RIP Atsushi’s counter.

Chuuya instantly bristles, and thank god he’s able to calmly set down his coffee mug before he tosses it right at Dylas’ head.]

Who the hell said we were friends, huh?? I’m just trying to be fucking civil to you for Atsushi’s sake!!

[Ohhh boy. He never wanted a shouting match in Atsushi’s house.]

Excuse the hell out of me trying to give a shit!

[sullenstallion]

You're the one acting like it with all this shitty, half-hearted concern.

[Dylas' tail starts to lash so hard that it starts to create a steady, hollow sound from where it beats against an empty, floor-level cupboard. Dylas is shaking a little, too, shoulders trembling, one of his hands curling into a fist...

The coffee mug is too fast for him to dodge in a state like this. He turns his body to the side and lets it hit his face and neck. It leaves a bruise and spills its hot contents on his clothes before falling to the floor, and it just takes one kick from Dylas to send it to shatter against the wall.]

That burns, you asshole!

[He doesn't move from where he is. He doesn't have to. The scent of the air in the kitchen changes to a certain smell, that smell that comes right before a storm before a lightning bolt erupts from Dylas' body. It heads straight towards Chuuya with laser-like precision, but it's not as fast as true lightning—it can be avoided.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Chuuya is no fool; he would never underestimate an opponent before knowing what they can do, but...well. He’s also incredibly hot-headed and ill-tempered, and he tends to do incredibly stupid shit when he’s in such a reckless state. It only serves him right to be attacked, and at the very last second he activates his ability and leaps right up onto the ceiling, dodging the blast of lightning.

His shocked expression quickly shifts into a downright unsettling grin; nothing gets his blood pumping quite like a good fight.]

Are we doing this right here? Cause I’m not holding back if you come at me again.

[The only reason he hesitated at all is to spare Atsushi’s house the damage.]

don't tell atsushi

[sullenstallion]

[He's fought bigger and tougher things than Chuuya. He's sure of it. He's already running through how best to hit this man in the face when a sound interrupts his train of thought. It's the sound of muffled impact, like a hand striking cloth, followed by 'fwoosh.'

Like, the 'fwoosh' sound that accompanies a flame springing up.

Dylas doesn't even have time to tell Chuuya that his face looks stupid before he turns around and fumbles for the sink. He turns it on, and then he sets a pot to fill. Luckily, he'd already set out one pitcher of water, because he runs towards the morning room.

So, when someone dodges one of his lightning strikes, they keep going. In this case, a once-lovely curtain is now on fire and at risk of spreading to the couch.]

Shit! Fuck!

This entire thread is don’t tell Atsushi tbh

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Chuuya is too caught up in his excitement over a potential fight to notice that, you know, the lightning he dodged had to go somewhere. It’s not until Dylas freaks out that Chuuya realizes that shit has hit the fan, and when he turns to see the curtains on fire he immediately jumps into serious, take-action mode.

The adrenaline pumping through his veins actually helps him focus a bit, and he helps fill several pots and pans in record time before moving them all at once with his ability and using them to douse the fire.

Aaaaand now the morning room is soggy and singed. Shit. Fuck.]

Fuck. This is bad.

[sullenstallion]

[Dylas only manages to fling pot or two on the fire himself, but if Chuuya thinks he's about to thank him for the help he has another thing coming. All Chuuya gets for his participation in the clean-up is another glare before Dylas starts to clean up. His priority is in freeing the curtain from its rod so he can fold it and replace it.

His breakfast is lost, too. He'd shoved into the sink in his panic, but eating is the last thing on his mind right now. How could he have done this? Atsushi's place is the last thing he wants to set on fire with lightning.]

No shit. I'll clean this up.

[thetaintedsorrow]

Fine.

[Chuuya doesn’t expect thanks, nor does he want it. Both of them are at fault here, but he’s not about to admit guilt in front of Dylas. He’ll just start cleaning up the kitchen, starting with sweeping up the shards of the coffee mug laying shattered on the floor. Ugh, what a fucking mess.]

Is the carpet ruined?

[You know, after being drenched with water and all. He doesn’t expect Dylas to answer, really, but whatever. He needs to know whether he’s gotta shell out money to replace the carpet and furntiture.]

[sullenstallion]

[He's pissed off that Chuuya is cleaning up the kitchen. That's his mess in there. His breakfast got knocked to the floor in his haste, he remembers that now. This morning is a complete waste. He can still smell the scent of coffee on himself. He's sure his skin is red beneath his clothes, too, but it's not that big of a deal.

'It's too wet to say you pissed all over it,' is how he wants to snap back. But he's done. He's tired. He knows he could be angry at Chuuya for weeks (and probably will be), but thinking about how Atsushi will react...once he's gathered up the curtain under his arm, he sniffles and wipes a tear that's stinging his eye.]

It's not ruined.

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Chuuya really gives no fucks who’s mess it is; he needs to clean it up before Atsushi sees it, because the guy doesn’t deserve to come home to a pit. At least his ability makes things move faster, and soon enough the kitchen is pretty much spotless.

Now to survey the damage in the morning room. He grabs a few rags to soak up the water on the carpet in hopes it won’t mildew.

Oh. Oh shit. Is Dylas...sniffling? Is it allergy season on Nysa? There’s no way he could be crying, right?

...ugh.]

...it’s fine.

[Chuuya bends down and starts sopping up the mess, refusing to look Dylas in the eye.]

He won’t kick us out or anything. He’s not like that.

[sullenstallion]

[He's not crying. He's definitely not crying. It's just one tear...and the threat of more to follow. He bites the inside of his cheek to call himself back to attention, except he bites so hard that he worries for a second the next thing he'll taste will be the bitter, metallic taste of his own blood.]

It's not fine, dammit.

[He clutches the burned curtain to his chest, worried Chuuya will attempt to make that float away next. Aside from the water stains and some ash and smoke scent, the morning room didn't get ruined too badly. But the curtain is definitely a goner. He stands back to his feet, avoiding looking at Chuuya, head swimming.]

I need to tell him about this. I'm not going to lie to him.

[thetaintedsorrow]

...fine.

[Ugh. Fuck. Why this??? It would be way easier to hate Dylas if he didn’t act so human.

Chuuya sighs, gathering up the soaked towels to throw into the wash. At least the lasting damage is minimal, but things are doing to be real fucking awkward in the mansion for a while.]

We’ll tell him together.

[sullenstallion]

[Maybe Chuuya's right. Maybe he "acts" human. Dylas is berating himself over and over in his head for this. For losing his temper, for denting the counter. The fire is his fault, too. A normal person would've grabbed Chuuya and thrown him through the table.

Or something less extreme, but.]

I don't want your help. I'll take care of it on my own.

[thetaintedsorrow]

Fine.

[Chuuya doesn’t particularly care whether Dylas rats him out or not at this point. Hopefully Atsushi will just overlook this entire incident, then they can both live their lives as usual.

Chuuya will clean up what he can before heading back into the kitchen to make himself more coffee.]

Just know I’m not gonna walk on eggshells around you. I’ll be civil, but I’m not gonna spare your feelings.

[sullenstallion]

[Dylas wants to just let this all go. He's the one who yelled at Chuuya for trying to be nice, anyways. He's to blame for a lot of this, if not most of it.

It would be so easy to apologize, but instead he just stands in the morning room clutching burnt curtains and looking like a kicked animal. He holds one of his arms with his other hand. Words. What are words. Just...say something.]

It's...fine.

[So far, so good.]

I don't care what you do or what you think.

[Okay, so his "do whatever you want, that's fine" came out sounding like he's an asshole, but. Oh, well.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Good thing Chuuya doesn’t get his feelings hurt easily. He simply shrugs, mumbles another “fine”, and pours himself another cup of coffee.]

I’m heading up to my room.

[With that Chuuya leaves, but Dylas will find enough coffee left for a mug for himself if he wants it. It’s a small, probably insignificant peace offering, but it is what it is.]