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[sotoshini]

Natsuno Yuuki-Koide

⨂ Deserted the Foundation for a multiuniverse road trip with Anon.

⨂ Uses Watanuki's Shop as a base.
⨂ Can be reached via txt between trips, msgs may be left while out exploring.
⨂ Up for hanami, sake, and being a jinrou-demon edgelord when at Watanuki's.

Other: Souvenir, pics and all other requests may be left below.

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[TXT] [SHOP]

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Text message get!

[rikuchi]

Natsuno, are you around?

[sotoshini]

[ It'll be a couple of hours, but Riku does get a reply! ]

Depends on how you define "around".

What's up?

Sandy texts ahoy

[merirut]

[because thank goodness for Foundation-issued phones for being connected, or something like that]

[sotoshini]

[ Something like that is right because this is phone # ??? for Natsuno, his last one was left on top of a mountain in Skyrim. Unfortunately an endless supply of phones to misplace doesn't do him any good phone etiquette wise, what is introducing himself that's overrated??

His username is Koide so maybe it's fine but all the same there's a distinct lack of manners here. ]

Hey.

You live at the shop now, right?

[merirut]

[Psh, introductions. In Sandalphon's mind, they're just a suggestion 90% of the time anyways, it's fine. That, and usernames help when it comes to telling him just who the heck is texting him, so it's not like he has a reason to throw a fit here.

The response comes out pretty quickly.]

I do. What of it?

[sotoshini]

[ They're off to a great start! \o/

...it actually takes about an hour for Natsuno to respond because he probably placed his phone down again and got distracted in some shape or form, but in his terms the response is fast! ]

When we were at the waterpark I noticed you were good at something that I'm not.

Do you teach? I don't have ¥ but I can get pretty much anything. [ Elaborations are also overrated. ]

[merirut]

[Kids these days, leaving their texts hanging even though they started the convo!! Not that he really knows much about text etiquette at all tbh, but he does frown from where he is when he gets the response.

But more perplexing than that is the idea that he's being asked for lessons in... something. He's hardly what most people would consider a role model, and he's only really met Natsuno once, so this is completely out of left field from his perspective.]

I don't, and I can't fathom why you would be asking me in the first place, especially without specifying what it is you even want me to teach.

1/2

[sotoshini]

[ It's pretty much out of left field any way you put it. He's typing for a few minutes until the response comes through. ]

You're the only one I've seen, that's why. And you seemed straightforward.

2/3 i lied

[sotoshini]

You were wearing heels. Your boots and all. Everyone I know is taller than me, and Anon's grown even taller .

I can't grow anymore because I'm a jinrou and it's stupid.

3/3 done

[sotoshini]

I don't even know where to buy them for men.

1/2

[merirut]

[............




huh.]

birthday ambush time

[anonnomnomnom]

[It's been a few weeks of Anon being mysteriously busier -- or perhaps not so mysteriously, given that they've been at the shop for a longer period of time what with dragon eggs and egg hatching and then dealing with their new resident (their new hatchling, apparently, a fascinating concept that tickles him almost in the same way that a good double-course meal together or curling up close or walking hand-to-hand into a new world does: a rush of new and free and theirs that still manages to sweep him up after all this time). It's been an educational couple of weeks all around.

In the midst of all that hullabaloo an extra hour or two here and there, some handful of moments stolen later at night or earlier in the morning -- it's not much, but it's enough for Anon's particular skill set and his purposes. He's always, always been better at picking up on physical tasks no matter what; and things requiring meticulousness and focus perhaps even more so.

It's a little like training, he thinks, even if he'd never expected to use fighting discipline in quite this way.

Natsuno is the biggest sleepyhead and the hatchling even more so, even if it has an excuse, but the sleepy faces are hilarious either way. The best part of it (aside from the faces) is the fact that when he comes back late -- as he does this particular evening, swooping in on light feet and a lighter heart and all laden with the package he's spent all this time working on all folded up in his arms in a bundle of colored tissue and something like a gift bag -- it's easy to slip in. It's nothing particularly fancy in terms of wrapping because he's not normally a very fancy sort of person (though that's changed lately, like so much else), but it'll do. He was much too impatient to stay away.]

Koide.

[Ah, it's nearing midnight already, and he's back in time to steal the first of everything in the new day and the new year -- Anon reaches for Natsuno first of all, which usually has the side effect of reaching for the hatchling as well anyways. It's small enough still to ride on their shoulders, inside their clothes or atop their heads or somewhere close and cozy.]

I'm back ~ [a soft sing-song, the note of pleased fondness in it spilling over] Come here?

[sotoshini]

[ Life really has been busy as their journey together continues to take twists and turns that neither of them had anticipated. It's a lot for someone like Natsuno, and while he's still very much growing into his skin and all his newfound (and renewed) connections, he has someone at his side. Someone who's presence he values even when he just wants to curl up and get away from it all, because it's as natural as his shadow, as natural as his own heart, and he won't ever grow tired of it. Mmn, maybe it's three someones now.

Natsuno had never been a pet person and certainly not a child person either: both of those implied relationships and norms he violently rejected. But a dragon wasn't really normal in any sense of the word, was it? He's still processing it all including this "fatherhood" business, but he knows and feels enough to be confident in that the hatchling is theirs. Which is all that matters in the end, really.

Still, caring after a newborn of any sort is exhausting. After a day filled of incidental scorch marks, feedings, and book club theater (including his best attempt at elephant onomatopoeia) Natsuno's settled in their room on the futon for reading of the more poetic variety. The Tale of Genji is pretty dry though, and with the soft sounds of the hatching sleeping away inside his shirt it's way too easy to just take a nap (actually it's not his shirt but now Natsuno has one more excuse to wear Anon's clothes given their ideal fit for jinrou + hatchling). One day he'll finish reading a tale of seasons and bellcrickets, but not tonight.

He doesn't stir until his name is called, and even then it takes him a few moments and some soft murmurs of no need to tell him twice (小出 and 来て are similar enough to a sleepy brain). ]

Welcome home. Is it time for breakfast yet? [ Yeah still half asleep but he is sitting up ever so slowly, the jostling inducing some louder hissing that peters out. ]

[anonnomnomnom]

[It's always such a picture to come home to, messy bed and familiar quirky shop decor and all the knick-knacks they've accumulated from various worlds big and small -- books and some rather more eclectic ones (though the living ones Anon is usually still keeping himself) -- the map they've covered in plans and scribbles and plots and who knows what else; and of course Natsuno curled up in the middle of it like he's always been there, all dazed and drowsy at this hour bundled up in an outfit Anon definitely recognizes like a present waiting to be unwrapped.

Welcome home... What a truly funny thing to say to someone who not long ago was bound and determined to wipe the only place approaching that description off the map of the universe itself, as thoroughly and as cleanly as anything would allow. And now here he is, somehow.

It's such a strange little swirl of feeling every time, a tripping series of notes like the number of steps he can count from the front gate to the cherry tree in the yard all the way to their room and up to where he can throw himself onto the futon, like the happy hum Anon tucks up against Natsuno's ear when he wraps himself all the way around him. He has his present carefully placed down behind him for later -- for now he's going to indulge, because the futon is warm and Natsuno is warm and the surprise hatchling that he finds under the shirt with a little laugh is warmer still. He gives the hissy shirt burrito a small pat, and then the only slightly lighter Tale of Genji another amused pat.

Leans over the now extremely scant distance to snag a lazy kiss, fingers lifting to brush against and then cradle the heaviness of sleep in Natsuno's face -- sometimes it's fun to be the only one awake, sometimes it's a real pity to wake the rest of this smaller household-within-a-household, and sometimes it's this:]

Heheh. Not breakfast yet. Silly. You're going to have to save room. [it's whispered between and into what's turned into butterfly kisses, fluttering and teasing and mock-secretive] Know what time it is, though?

[He's making a good try at dramatic pausing and suspense, even though Anon is also bouncing a little in place by now, happy and impatient and full of anticipation. At this rate the hatchling is definitely going to wake up and complain some more, but he can't at all help himself.]

[sotoshini]

[ Getting up really is overrated. The hum is like a lullaby, the embrace as always a perfect eclipse of who they are—Natsuno can sleep without Anon as is evident, but it's not anywhere near the same as when they're together. Closing all the space between them and pulling Anon against him is more than instinctual or natural at this point. It's hard to form coherent thoughts when they're like this, when he's lost in the warmth he's never had before, in any form, until now.

There's one thing that's always good at grabbing his attention though: kisses. He has to be somewhat awake to kiss properly, or at least somewhat awake to enjoy them properly, and he's one greedy teen nowadays. His effort to chase kisses (his eyes fluttering open between them in their newest race together), means his response this time has some thought put into it. Not much though. ]

Time for you to sleep with me? [ Actually it just means that instead of ingrained expressions, meant or not, he's progressed to blatant wants. But now's not the time for that, according to the hatchling at least. A loud hiss and cry is the signal that it's had enough of being disrupted with the increased contact and body heat, followed by a small puff of fire. That's gonna burn, but it's luckily directed at Natsuno himself rather the shirt, who can regenerate unlike the latter. A flash of green later has the offender climb up into Natsuno's hair where it remains mostly camouflaged, somehow. ]

Mnn, least it didn't get the shirt... [ Blink, blink. ] Anon, you're back. I missed you. [ Time for actually awake kisses. Progress? ]

[anonnomnomnom]

[There's a heartfelt laugh that jostles all of them again because in the interim Anon's ended up plastered all the way onto and against Natsuno whether the dragon liked it or not, the space between them now nonexistent and ridiculously warm with the huffy bit of smoke and residual effects of flame smothered against their combined weight.

He's shaking his head a little while laughing, making it even harder for kisses to happen but he still can't help it -- it's not really a denial or anything, but truly getting to bed or getting out of bed has gotten way more exciting (perhaps ridiculously so) since their last real pot of curry. And it's certainly something both of them have gotten used to by now, the challenge of trying for kisses despite sleep and laughter and all kinds of other delays.]

Pff, not yet! Maybe later, but-- Hmm...

[So all told it takes a moment or two for Anon to return the kisses properly, but at least he's just as enthusiastic about that, leaning most of his weight forward to tug Natsuno in even as he wriggles impatiently for all kinds of reasons. Somewhere in the mess they're making there's a soft breath, you too, and just in case the semi-coherent message doesn't get across he deepens the kiss again. It's still really, really easy for the touch to send all his thoughts flying almost as quick as Celestial energy could propel them, but he's also on a mission? Sort of.

This is definitely part of the mission.

They probably could have stayed like that for a while either way (this is in fact settled science, whether or not sake is involved), but there's a soft chirruping sound as the dragon gets tired of waiting for attention now that it's awake and clambers over into Anon's hair, getting stubbornly tangled until he reaches up and taps it admonishingly on the snout. It means he has to pull back, more's the pity.]

Ah, you. You're not supposed to set shirts or Koide on fire, save that for the candles. [even though he's chiding the dragon there's something bright in it, and he leans down real quick to plant a kiss approximately where the flame burned, shirt in the way notwithstanding] You didn't forget, right?

Happy, happy birthday, Koide. I better be the first one to get to say it.

[His voice has dropped back down to the hushed, intimate volume of kissing distance, all sly smiles and their heads leaned back together because that's the best way to say it, really.]

1/2

[sotoshini]

[ The hatchling really has added to their ridiculous pile but somehow like everything else, it's worked out for them. Part stubborn, part lucky, part sheer determination, there's not a single thing Natsuno really can complain about nowadays. Big things anyway, because he does pout when Anon pulls back to chastise the dragon, he wanted more kisses. He always does, but it's important to express so every time. ]

I'm durable you know that—[ Whatever he was going to say is cut off by the birthday surprise. He didn't forget, but he also has been doing his best not to think about it. He opens his mouth and closes it again, growing more pink as the seconds tick by. ]

...of course you're the first. You always are. I—

[sotoshini]

Thank you. [ Kiss. ] For wishing me a happy birthday. [ Kiss. ] For being my boyfriend. [ Kiss. ] For always holding my hand. For never leaving me behind. For giving me a reason to live. For putting up with me when I stay stupid things. For teaching me to like food again. For helping me accept who I am. For proving to me I can trust again. For taking me wherever I want to go and beyond that. For loving me.

[ Each one is punctuated by a kiss, progressively sloppier and softer, his voice barely just a murmur at the end. ]

Anon I... [ He's practically moving their lips together rather than properly speaking but he doesn't want to pull away. Not when everything he's feeling is written clear on his face, one giant mess of happiness, sentimentality, and maybe even a tear. ]

I never thought I'd live to seventeen. It's only because of you that I have. So I should be saying something, not you.

[hematocritic]

[lets learn to technology together, natsuno-kun]

post costco

[sotoshini]

You're "viral", sensei.

[hematocritic]

I’m assuming you don’t mean contagious for something.

[sotoshini]

[ He's totally laughing before replying. ]

You're the doctor, not me.

...

It means you're famous on the internet. That wasn't just a coffee trip, huh?

[hematocritic]

There’s less noisy places to get average coffee.

How does that make me famous?

[sotoshini]

People don't usually punch a fellow doctor as part of their coffee experience.

sometime in march, shop verse

[sotoshini]

[ It's early in the morning when Natsuno seeks out Ozaki in the shop, sans dragon who's currently sleeping in an increasingly small kayak upstairs. He's also sans the bright pink fixture in his life who's currently out training, these just waking hours the only time they're ever apart. Which is how he wants it naturally; okay he would actually prefer if they were never apart but this works out for him today. Because today he needs to have a private conversation, from one former Sotoba resident to another. The thought floats through his mind that this is probably a talk you should have with whiskey, but he's here already (and also only 17 but drinking ages didn't exist on the Witches Island or in a Witches' Shop). He did bring cigarettes though. ]

Sensei, housecall. [ His tone betrays nothing, but the look on his face says everything. You know, the one when your kid comes up to you after you've pulled a 12 hour shift to ask about the greater things in life, the universe, and everything. Ganba, Ozaki. ]