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Post by Kenji Murano on Aug 28, 2020 3:18:28 GMT -4
billy idol called, and he'd like his zombies back, plz KENJI QUIRKED A TIMID SMILE at his companion, a nervous giddiness stirring in his chest. Monty was such a gentle guy—and it made the little redheaded rebel want to be gentle in return. Like… he didn’t need to be wild and crazy to get the blue-eyed boy to look at him. Kenji didn’t need to act-out and pick fights just to establish some sort of connection. He could just… brush Monty’s bangs back from his eyes. Like he was doing right now. And Monty just… let him. It was kind-of magical.
Monty held-up eight fingers. Eight out of ten. So even if he was cooler than before, he was still in rough shape. Kenji frowned. He’d get more Fae. Beaumont took Kenji’s hand and plopped it back onto the crown of his head. Then, realizing this was counter to walking, he tucked his hand into Kenji’s own.
A silent affirmation that he was ready to go.
Kenji’s frown deepened.
And then Monty began gesticulating at himself and at the ground—at Kenji, and at the bed.
“You’re not sleeping on the ground,” Kenji argued back, his hawklike hazel eyes narrowing. Man, trying to be stern was not an easy task when the person you were trying to argue with loomed a good thirty centimeters over you, “You’re an eight outta ten on the Feels-Like-Shit scale, and you think I’m gonna let you sleep on the ground? Funny. Real funny.”
If it was a contest of will, Kenji could be pretty fucking stubborn too. To show how serious he was, the redhead began to walk towards the door—still bobbling slightly—but then banked towards the bed before reaching it.
Kenji patted the mattress, then looked purposefully at Monty.
“Eight-outta-ten’s get bed-rest while I go downstairs and get our shit, that’s the rules,” Kenji insisted, “I don’t want you going ass-over-kettle down the stairs.”
Sure, Kenji was having balance issues, too, so that was also a real concern for him. But Monty didn’t know that. And between the two of them, Kenji was in the “best” shape.
Realizing that he was being a bit of a hard-ass, Kenji softened marginally, tucking his head slightly.
“I’ll be quick,” he promised, “I’ll get more Fae, and I’ll get our stuff from the breakroom, and I’ll be back before you can miss me.”
The hoodie would make it infinitely easier to sleep in the chair. And he could text Mosa to ensure his guardian that he was safe, however late it was.
“Hop up,” Kenji reiterated quietly, “Come on. Please?”
| ft. monty (+ nemuri) quirk: friction manip. c-rank speed, range, strength; f-rank street style fighting, f-rank parkour ooc notes: *through gritted teeth* "No, I'm going to take of you! NO! LET ME. TAKE CARE YOU. DAMN IT." |
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Post by Beaumont Favager on Sept 22, 2020 14:34:29 GMT -4
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Why was this such a problem? Where is it that he stumbled upon some sort of emotional trigger that upset this boy who would throw any and all concern for himself in the name of stunts. Those things he called acts of courage...why was it okay for him to do that, but he couldn't even volunteer to sleep upon the floor? It's not like he was offering to pass out on the rooftop or something crazy like that! A wheezed out sigh hissed right on out of him as a response, making it nice and clear that he was disagreeing with this little notion of his.
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See, the princely blonde firmly believed that the ginger gremlin needed to be more comfortable than sleeping on a chair, of all things! Gently squeezing his hand, he did what he could to keep himself steady cause holy cow, it's like someone cleaned his mouth and esophagus out with a bristly bottle brush or something and the room was dancing about here and there. Great...maybe he was just going to be a liability to the spunky boy if he went rather than remotely beneficial. It wasn't exactly ideal situation bubbling about through his head, shit. A soft blush tinted his cheeks while he and his stubborn self was being directed toward the bad, to which Kenji gave a pat and that got the tall boy to lightly puff his cheek and narrow those icy blue orbs of his as though he was trying to fight this.
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Which was easily just a losing battle because that I don't wanna composure melted away when he saw how genuinely concerned this rambunctious red head was...just being adamant for his own well being. The momentary edge did make him consider standing his ground against the boy with fiery locks...but...the content of his words and how he seemed to ease up, even adding a please? The steel cold walls he built around his heart dropped as he took a seat upon the bed, albeit with a twinge of reluctance, lessening his grip upon the hazel eyed boy's hand. Which...instead of letting go entirely, he lowered his head into a bow and raised the feisty teen's hand up, brushing his warm cheek against his knuckles before glancing up once more. The look in his eyes were like that of someone watching their beloved head out to sea for who knows how long while trying to keep it together while allowing the boy's calloused hand slip past his very own.
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Part of him didn't want to be alone...but more of him didn't want Kenji to be out there alone....
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....maybe he should have just lied, despite the humble and reasonable request for honesty...?
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No...that wasn't right, not even a little...then Beaumont, without a doubt, would feel guilty for treating someone he considered a dear friend as a stranger who hadn't deserved a shred of trust. Kenji didn't deserve that...he deserved much better. Laying upon the bed, he would quietly watch his neighbor leave and.....geeze...it was like a mesh of feeling alright and as though his completely stationary form was wobbling about about in the ocean or something. Hopefully with a good night's rest, he'd feel better...but he absolutely needed to at the very least stay awake until the dare devil made his return and was going to rest comfortably as well. There was no way he'd just let him sleep on the chair....
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Post by Kenji Murano on Sept 27, 2020 13:40:45 GMT -4
billy idol called, and he'd like his zombies back, plz BEAUMONT WAS STUBBORN, BUT KENJI WAS INFINITELY WORSE. Hissing and puffed cheeks did little to sway the redhead’s decision. The blond relented, sinking onto the mattress, and Kenji’s expression was immediately touched by a faint smile. Hey, that was the first part of the battle, won. Kenji didn’t wrench his hand out of Beaumont’s grasp, either. He lingered there, letting the blonde press his feverish cheek to the back of Kenji’s hand. It did kind-of savor of that quintessential horror scene where the foolhardy hero would brave a dangerous area alone, only to have their throats ripped-out by the monster. Some of the color trickled out of Kenji’s face. What if he did find zombies down there? Like if their barricade wasn’t good enough? Or they’d found another route in? And the door to the bedroom was literally the only thing protecting them? This is a test of courage. You need to take care of Monty.Beaumont lifted his gaze, and Kenji felt it cut to his core. There was no hiding from those blue eyes. With all of the fondness between the two, Kenji was half-inclined to kiss Monty’s forehead. But the other half of him felt like that was taking advantage of a daunting situation. So instead, Kenji touched Monty’s cheek, and insisted, “Lay down. Close your eyes. Count how long it takes me in your head.”With any luck he’d fall asleep. Leaving no room for protest, and no room for chickening-out, the youth unlatched the door and slipped into the darkened hall, his muffled footsteps soon vanishing from earshot. … It took perhaps ten minutes of bumbling around in the darkness for Kenji to make his way down the stairs and back up again. At some point, Sohma had encountered Kenji poking around in the breakroom, and the man’s quiet interjection had elicited a startled shriek from the redhead. Sohma apologized, bowing faintly at the waist, and kept watch as Kenji gathered his and Monty’s belongings, draping them over either shoulder. On his way back to the stairs up, Kenji retrieved two more glasses of Fae, then carefully navigated his way back up the stairs, ears and eyes trained-on his surroundings. The redhead only got a little turned-around on his way back to the room, finding it again by virtue of the fact that a small sliver of light seeped out around the edges of the door. Kenji caught the handle of the door with his elbow, looking rather like a pack-mule as he did. He bumped the door shut with his butt, as his arms were too preoccupied with carrying Fae and a sundry of belongings. “Mission success,” the redhead reported, grinning cheekily. By now, he was thoroughly overcooked, though, the room swimming dizzily around him like some sort of impressionist painting. His equilibrium was fucked. He needed to lie down. Kenji set one glass of Fae on the nightstand adjoining Beaumont’s side of the bed. He then meandered towards their various piles of stuff, depositing belongings in their appropriate places. “Do you want your phone?” Kenji asked, ever mindful. If Monty wanted his phone, the redhead would bring it to him. Otherwise, he’d begin wandering towards the chair, beginning to disrobe. With his anxiety over his scars somewhat dispelled, Kenji was now predominantly focused on getting comfortable enough to sleep in his chair. Socks were removed and tucked into the shoes, Belt was unbuckled and pants slid-out-of, pooled atop the shoes. Kenji stood for a moment in his grubby undershirt and his linen boxers, surveying the chair. Monty probably didn’t need any of the blankets on the bed, if he was being completely honest—but it seemed rude to ask. Kenji grabbed his hoodie from the pile of retrieved belongings, pulling it over his arms and drawing the hood. He then stretched bigly, his spine popping satisfyingly, before taking one step and then another onto the cushion of the chair, preparing to curl himself up on the cushion. In a way, it was kind of nostalgic of the days when Kenji still lived with his bio family—surrendering his bed for any number of surprise guests hat Shinji Murano had invited over, sleeping in the chair. That just meant he was well-practiced, though. Kenji took a generous sip of Fae, turning an inquiring gaze towards the bed. “Want me to get the light?” the redhead asked brightly. | ft. monty + nemuri (+co.) quirk: friction manip. c-rank speed, range, strength; f-rank street style fighting, f-rank parkour ooc notes: hello yes i would like to kiss you, but no homo |
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Post by Beaumont Favager on Oct 17, 2020 9:23:52 GMT -4
[googlefont=Libre Baskerville:400i|Open Sans] [nospaces] [newclass=".montyaodov"] margin: 0px auto; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #ddd; background-color: #fcfcfc; width: 500px [/newclass] [newclass=".montyaodmtop"] background-color: #2c2c2c; padding: 20px; text-align: center; color: #BF9D3E; font-family: Geneva; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 2px; [/newclass] [newclass=".montyaodimgtop1"] height: 250px; width: 500px; overflow: hidden; [/newclass] [newclass=".montyaodimgtop"] height: 250px; width: 400px; background:rgba(0,0,0,0.6); border-right: 1px solid white; position: relative; top: 50%; transform: translateY(-50%); display: flex; flex-direction: column; justify-content: center; margin-left: -300px; transition: 0.5s; [/newclass] [newclass=".montyaodicon"] float: right; margin-left: auto; height: 65px; width: 65px; background-color: #fdfdfd; border: 5px solid #fdfdfd; transform: rotate(-45deg); margin-right: -38px; overflow: hidden; display: inline-block; [/newclass] [newclass=".montyaodicon img"] height: 100px; transform: rotate(45deg); margin-left:-17px; margin-top: -15px; [/newclass] [newclass=".montyaodimgtext"] font-size: 9px; color: white; display: inline-block; width: 250px; font-family: Open Sans; text-transform: uppercase; margin-bottom: -38px; margin-left: 100px; opacity: 0; transition: 0.3s; border-bottom: 1px solid #fdfdfd; [/newclass] [newclass=".montyaodimgtext a"] color: #BF9D3E; font-family: Open Sans; [/newclass] [newclass=".montyaodov:hover .montyaodimgtop"]margin-left:0px; [/newclass] [newclass=".montyaodov:hover .montyaodimgtext"]opacity: 1; transition: 0.3s 0.2s; [/newclass] [newclass=".montyaodmain1"] padding: 40px; background-color: white; [/newclass] [newclass=".montyaodquote"] padding: 10px 40px 0px 40px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; color:#313752; line-height: 1; font-family: Libre Baskerville; margin-bottom: 40px; [/newclass] [newclass=".montyaodquote div"] color: #BF9D3E; font-size: 50px; float: left; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: -10px; font-family: Open Sans; [/newclass] [newclass=".montyaodmain"] font-family: Open Sans; color:#1e2131; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; [/newclass] [newclass=".addy"] font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align:right; width:510px; margin:0px auto; [/newclass] [attr="class","montyaodov"] [attr="class","montyaodmtop"]the forged knight [attr="class","montyaodimgtop1"] [attr="class","montyaodimgtop"] [attr="class","montyaodimgtext"]internal forgery [attr="class","montyaodicon"] [attr="class","montyaodmain1"] [attr="class","montyaodquote"] ❝ you believed in me when no one else did, not even myself...and for that, i thank you... [attr="class","montyaodmain"]
No words could be offered to affirm him, nothing...only silence.
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The princely blonde leaned into the hand upon his cheek and weakly nuzzled it while slowly closing those icy blues of his...he wanted to go with him, wanted to make sure he'd be alright and come back in one piece. This wasn't an ideal situation and he was pretty much useless due to quirk overuse, his body couldn't even keep up with the internal damage he'd given himself. What kind of hero was he going to be...he...couldn't even use his quirk to help secure a barricade, shouldn't he at the very least be competent in that regard? Isn't that something he should be able to do as a support student...? Wasn't he just holding everyone back at this rate?
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It's no wonder Colt threw him away...
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At that point, he didn't care that he knew his body was, in reality, over heating...but it's like his nerves hit that point where he felt cold as ice and just ignored logic. All that logic of how burrowing beneath the blankets was a bad idea, he fussed around on the bed and loudly huffed with a gurbled wheeze as he went from a miserable, shaking caterpillar to a shaking cocoon in hopes of becoming a butterfly, preferably one that wasn't feeling like he'd been getting suffocated from within as his throat gets grated. There were no doctors here, nothing like the option of a hospital and even so...really...what could they do for him? If Nimue was here, she could help him as a proper healer thanks to not only her quirk, but knowledge...yet lucky him....she wasn't here. Stuck with home remedies that couldn't fix or solve his problem, just slap a this is to make you feel less like shit solution while waiting to recover.
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Poking his face out from beneath the covers...he wasn't sure what he'd do if it wasn't a familiar face...but it turned out to be the hero of this evening. Well one of them, Nemuri was a wonderfully amazing boss, she gave them a room and supplied them with Fae and that liquid-y antacid stuff...
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Shaking his head with a silent no, he saw that Kenji was...hellbent on staying upon the chair.
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Beads of sweat rolled down his face, almost like his face was sobbing through his flesh or something and he burrowed himself right back under the covers after a shudder. Did he lock the door...? Ugh...his head, his hearing, things felt like it was trying to have a conversation under water or something so he didn't quite get what was said at that point. So instead...he was just snug as an overheated bug under a rug---errr blankets! Part of him wanted to down more of the Fae, which he specifically asked for, but more of him just wanted to try passing out so he didn't have to be remotely coherent in this state. Maybe one day, his quirk will stop being the absolute worst.
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Post by Kenji Murano on Oct 19, 2020 15:00:59 GMT -4
billy idol called, and he'd like his zombies back, plz WHEN KENJI HAD RETURNED, MONTY had cocooned himself in the blankets completely, only the crown of his head, and his eyes, visible in the opening. But he did emerge enough to shake his head “no” at the offer of the phone. But… there was no answer about turning-off the light. Kenji took another swig of his Fae.
“…Monty?”
Kenji waited for a response. And, when he received none, the redhead unfurled himself reluctantly from the armchair, padding towards the bed. He set the glass down upon the bedside table, crawling onto the bed so that he could reach the cocooned blond.
A reluctant, calloused hand found what Kenji presumed to be the blond’s shoulder, lightly jostling it through the blankets.
“Monty,” Kenji said again, “Do you want the light on or off?”
If Monty gave him any nonverbal directive, Kenji would follow it—either by leaving the light on, or by reaching over the blanket-cocoon to turn the light off. If Monty didn’t respond, Kenji would turn the light off, anyways. The bathroom light sent a single fan of golden light into the room, so they weren’t totally in the dark, per se.
It was clear in how the teen lingered, in the open space of the bed, that he was reluctant to return to the chair. It would be more difficult to keep an eye on Monty from so far away. But… the blond needed his rest. How thoroughly could one rest when they were sharing a bed? Kenji certainly wouldn’t be able to sleep.
Idly, the redhead’s hand found the crown of Monty’s head again, despite the piles of blankets. Was he so feverish that he needed to bundle-up to feel normal? Wasn’t that bad? Monty probably knew better than him, though. Kenji wouldn’t ask.
The redhead began to withdraw. He'd free his hand from the opening in the blanket cocoon, and start scooting backwards off of the bed unless something, or someone, prevented his escape.
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Post by Axeldin on Dec 13, 2020 11:17:19 GMT -4
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