Chuuya “Small Crisis” Nakahara (
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[Open] April Catch-All
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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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
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It’s good, and Chuuya is enjoying it, but it’s not enough.]
Bite me.
[Literally, not in the “kiss my ass” kind of way.
But because this is Atsushi, he also adds:]
I want it to hurt.
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Atsushi is still hesitant, of course - what shy young guy wouldn't be? - but he leans in to nuzzle Chuuya's neck, still jerking him off... and then he bites. It's not all that powerful a bite just yet, but it definitely is a real bite: he's genuinely trying his best.]
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More.
[He’s so close, it won’t take much more.]
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He does his best to deliver - first with his hand, just because he's starting to get a better feel for what he's doing down there, but then with his mouth as well. If the worst should happen, he can always heal Chuuya... right?
Well, he doesn't go quite that far, of course, but it's nice to have that kind of reassurance to fall back on. Moving a little lower, tracing Chuuya's pulse with his tongue, he bites down hard.]
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Atsushi’s tongue on his neck feels incredible, but it’s the sharp bite of teeth that pushes Chuuya right over the edge.]
Fuck...!
[With a few more erratic jerks of his hips Chuuya comes hard, pain mixing with pleasure to create an absolutely intoxicating cocktail of sensation that leaves him breathless and panting as he spills over Atsushi’s hand and the tile floor.
A few seconds later he’s resting his forehead on Atsushi’s shoulder as he comes down from his high.]
Guess we should wash up.
[He’s says, unmoving.]
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...
[Atsushi doesn't really feel like moving, either, but he makes himself do it anyway. After a soft smile at Chuuya's words, he nudges his head against Chuuya's, trying to get him to back up enough for a quick kiss.]
I'll wash you.
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Chuuya reluctantly pulls back, and oh, he wasn’t really expecting a kiss. It’s nice, and he returns it in a lazy, blissful sort way. Of course Atsushi isn’t a “wham bam thank you, ma’am” kind of guy, but sweet little gestures like that still catch Chuuya off guard.]
Okay.
[Yes, he can wash himself, but why not let Atsushi pamper him just a bit longer? He’ll return the favor soon enough.]
You should transform more often.
[No, Chuuya, he probably shouldn’t, but okay.]
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... I'll take that as a compliment.
[And he really does manage to, which is the surprising thing.
Reluctantly turning away from Chuuya, he finds some soap and goes to work. Pampering Chuuya is really not so bad.]
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Chuuya lets out a satisfied sigh. It’s nice being washed, and he might just be looking forward to Atsushi running his fingers through his hair as he shampoos it.]
How about I spend the night in your room tonight, eh?
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I'd like that.
[He's going to start getting used to sleeping with people... Literally sleeping with them, anyway! But he can't seem to bring himself to mind. He had a wonderful time in the Armed Detective Agency: he'd felt accepted and appreciated. But ever since coming here, his bonds with people have definitely become closer, and perhaps more on equal grounds. That's nothing against the ADA, of course: he's just grown as a person, probably.]
Please turn around.
[So he can get to work on washing that bright hair, gently massaging Chuuya's scalp.]
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Chuuya does as asked, immediately melting as Atsushi works the shampoo into his hair. He totally deserves this kind of pampering, after all, so why not enjoy it?]
I used to keep my hair short as a teen. Kinda glad I let it grow out.
[Should he even mention Atsushi’s hair? Don’t get him wrong, it’s kind of endearing and Atsushi makes it work, but what is that haircut?]
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[His voice is a little dreamy as he massages the shampoo into Chuuya's hair. So maybe Chuuya is on the short side, but he's a physically perfect human being in every single other way!
Don't mention Atsushi's hair... Just don't. On the bright side: at least he usually keeps the long part braided, these days. (On the less bright side: that means it's probably got those funky 80s curls when he unbraids it, l-lol...)]
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[Yes, Atsushi, praise him as you wash his hair. It’s the perfect way to up your social link with Chuuya aside from supplying him with alcohol. His hair is the physical feature he’s most proud of behind his physique, after all. ]
You should braid it for me sometime.
[He’d look fabulous with a braid, obviously, and it might also help keep his hair out of the way without Chuuya having to waste energy using his ability to do so.
He kind of misses riding around on his bike and letting the wind blow through his hair, though...]
Say, besides people, what do you miss most about Yokohama?
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[His enthusiasm is genuine, and only half prompted by trying to please Chuuya in every way he can, now that he's had a taste of doing it sexually. Just ignore how braiding Chuuya's hair when wet will lead to ridiculous curls once it dries.]
Hmm... There are a lot of things I miss. It's hard to pick just one...
Maybe the air? I don't know if it was the temperature or the humidity or the combination of sea and plants and industry and restaurants, but something about it was definitely different from here.
And Chinatown, of course! All the smells there were so delicious...
[Once again, it comes down to food. Act surprised, now.]
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Once his hair is clean and rinsed, Chuuya turns and gestures for Atsushi to switch positions with him. It’s only fair he return the favor, right?]
The air, huh? Can’t argue with that. It’s definitely different here.
[Like the very air itself carries something ominous...
If Atsushi lets him, Chuuya will lather up his choppy hair and massage his scalp just a bit. Never let it be said that Chuuya doesn’t know how take care of hair!]
Is that what you want for your birthday? Food?
[He’s not asking in a mocking way; Chuuya knows the importance of food beyond simply stuffing your face, and considering Atsushi’s background, why shouldn’t he indulge in whatever food he wants now that he can?]
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Hmm? [He opens one eye to almost-not-quite look over his shoulder. Let's hope no shampoo gets in.] I haven't really thought about it...
[What does he want for his birthday? He's never really been in a position to ask!]
Food is always nice. But, if it's from Chuuya-san... maybe clothes? [IS THAT TOO EXPENSIVE?! He doesn't need anything big, though!] You don't have to if it's inconvenient! It's just that Chuuya-san is always so fashionable.
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Food and wine are always winners in my book.
[He’s reallly not expecting for Atsushi to ask for clothes; not because the guy doesn’t dress decently or anything, it’s just that Chuuya didn’t think fashion was something Atsushi was all that concerned about. Come to think of it, though, the guy does need some variety in his wardrobe...
Also, all these compliments are going right to Chuuya’s head, but you won’t hear him complain!]
Clothes, huh? I can swing that. I haven’t seen your closet but I’m sure it’s big enough for more outfits.
[Chuuya will have to browse the local shops to see what’s considered popular in Olympia, but that could be neat. Maybe he’ll pick something up for himself as well.
And now he’ll finish washing Atsushi’s hair and move on to his body. It’s only now that he’s able to get a closer look at the scars on his side, his fingertips brushing over them before he follows with the sponge. He can hazard a guess where they came from, but he doesn’t mention it.]
Maybe I’ll get you a hat too.
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[But then where would he leave his clothes? And Daifuku has plenty of space all over without getting Atsushi's closet, too. Giving the closet away would make Atsushi feel less guilty about taking up all this space, though - much like sharing the house, really. (Well, that's also because he enjoys the company.)
The origin of the scars should be pretty obvious: the rough outline is nothing like what a cut would have accomplished. Atsushi doesn't really notice Chuuya paying attention to them, though: even apart from having no sensation in the scars themselves, he's used to the way his skin feels different around there.]
Heh, do you think it would suit me~? A hat.
[Atsushi doubts it - he can't get away with wearing anything, the way Chuuya can! - but he'd enjoy any gift whatsoever... and if he does get a hat, he'll definitely wear it.]
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[Chuuya will fill Atsushi’s closet with clothes if he has to! It would be a travesty to waste good closet space! His own closet is decent enough, but nowhere near big enough to sleep in.
Chuuya chuckles as he rinses the soap off of Atsushi’s body ]
Everyone has at least one type of hat they’d look good in.
[Come to think of it, he hasn’t seen Atsushi wear any hats ever, so figuring out what kind suits him best should be a fun challenge.]
All right. We’re both clean. Let’s get out.
[The water is starting to lose its heat anyway, so Chuuya will switch it off before stepping out of the shower and grabbing a towel to dry off with.]
Who would you invite to hang out on your birthday? Just out of curiousity.
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Let's see... I don't want to make too big a deal out of it, so I don't know about formally inviting many people... but I figure I'll tell people if I see them?
Of course all of us [in the mansion, he means], and Reign and Shell - he already knows! - and Diva-chan and her friend, and Sorey... You-chan, and Ana, and...
It's hard to know where to draw the line, isn't it? I don't want to leave anyone out, but I don't want people to feel obligated to come if they're busy, either. At any rate, it's not going to be an actual party, just some fun times with friends...
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Chuuya doesn’t immediately head out of the bathroom, though, settling for wrapping the towel around his waist instead. His hair seems to be doing its own thing, wet half-curls falling over his shoulder and clinging to his face, as wild and untamed as the man they belong to.
Chuuya snorts at the state of Atsushi’s hair, reaching out to smooth down a wild side piece. It occurs to him as he listens to Atsushi speak that he...doesn’t know most of these people.]
You’re pretty popular, huh?
[Chuuya’s own experiences on Nysa have netted him a few loyal friends, but several of them are already on that list.]
Guess I’ll have to work harder to stand out~
[As if he doesn’t already with his looks and personality.]
Don’t overthink it. It’ll be fun.
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I wouldn't say "popular"... [The idea alone is borderline ridiculous. Besides, he's only saying who he considers his friends: he can't be sure they'd say the same in return!] I've just been here a long time, so I do know a lot of people.
... I think it's impossible for Chuuya-san not to stand out.
[For real, dude. That's one person who never needed to go on undercover missions.]
Should I braid your hair now?
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Heh. You’re right. That’s why I never did undercover stealth missions.
[Those were left to the Akutagawa siblings, who melded into the shadows like otherworldly specters. Sneaky isn’t Chuuya’s style.]
What, no brushing?
[Come on soosh, he’s going to get tangles!! But if there’s not a brush handy then he supposes he’ll settle.]
Go for it.
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[That will make it much easier to braid, anyway! So here Atsushi goes, carefully brushing Chuuya's wet hair. It's strange, but even after everything they just did... this feels really intimate.]
Please tell me if I hurt you.
[Because that is likely to happen, in the way that it's not.]
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As if Atsushi could hurt him so easily.]
It’s fine.
[Chuuya is enjoying this very much, and he might just ask for it more often.]
When you’re done we can sleep. Unless you had something you needed to do.