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[Matoba is running 2 separate network accounts. Please specify which of his inboxes you are PMing! :)]
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[action] Dumb cuddling nonsense

[worldbent]

[Matoba Seiji would not call himself a lover of nature, but having grown up in the rural mountainsides, he was more than used to it. It was certainly far more a creature comfort than the opulence and manmade nature of the rest of the resort, and so somewhat reluctantly, he finds himself wandering the paths of the Vale one day.]

[The birdsong here was pleasant. There was a lack of trailing monsters, eying him as enemy or predator in the trees (comparatively). He finds his thoughts distractingly wanting to trail towards that subject lately- of being eyed as a piece of meat in a different sense than he is used to, of being ever more suspicious of all those who cast a glance at him.... but at least he's alone in them.]

[... Or, he was. He found himself a comfortable little gazebo tucked away at the end of a path, but before long, his thoughtful peace and quiet is interrupted by a lumbering, stinking presence he now finds himself exhaustingly familiar with.]

Hungry for more? [Maybe if he's annoying enough, he will go away immediately, and Matoba will not have to examine the strange, comforting serendipity in his presence.]

[swordhardy]

[ The more days he goes without encountering someone in an intimate manner, the darker his suit becomes. One can’t even say it’s been too long since the last, mark below his navel a faint gray at best, and yet his mind has kicked with racing thoughts that inspire the need for movement. So, he walks, wanders aimlessly, ending up deep in the belly of the vale where vines fall in thick curtain.

A familiar scent catches his attention and gives rise to vivid memory that curls an itch in the back of his mind. Not of the sweaty grind and not of the violent choke of throat, but of the soft moment in afterglow when he had laid himself on the body beneath his and had relaxed.

Inspiration that has him draw closer to the source. He hasn’t forgotten the sharp tongue of this exorcist; Rokurou snorts, stepping up behind him and sliding strong forearms down around his neck and over his chest. It feels good, touching, establishing contact, as that sudden urge had promised. ]

More what?

[ As if he doesn’t know. ]

[worldbent]

[Oh. How interesting.]

[He tries to think of it only clinically, but the kneejerk reaction is barely suppressed, and obvious under Rokurou's weighty embrace: a flinch of shoulders, a spike of spiritually energy, only kept from being the sort of blast that once sent him skidding across a shower floor by the grace of slow and reluctant familiarity.]

[It feels nice. That's what his strangely buzzing brain informs him, before he quashes it like a bug under his proverbial thumb. Shut the fuck up, Clubs.]

Not this, [He answers dryly, but somehow allows the contact to continue. His head bows forward subconsciously; it bares the nape of his neck under his kimono collar, his ponytail slid down the side of his shoulder.] What are you doing here?

[swordhardy]

[ High prey drive triggered, mismatched eyes slide to study that pale peek of nape. Oil black strands fall across offering start contrast, a charming sight that has the daemon’s gut knotting with some unfathomable feeling. Before he can think better of doing so, his own head bows forward, the tip of his nose a light brush along the slant skin before he presses his mouth down.

A kiss that isn’t quite a kiss. More like resting his mouth against Matoba’s nape to enjoy it, without the snap of teeth he’s made well known he’s so happy to share. The gesture has his chin pushing down the collar of the other man’s kimono.

A soft breath in and a soft breath out. ]

I can be here just as much as you can.

[action] date time!

[catmemes]

[ With absolutely no idea how one sets up a date even when not in a weird porn resort, Kai had left the planning up to his supposed wingman with just a touch of apprehension. Sure the entire profile thing had been awkward at best, but when he's still trying to find his way around how bad could it be? Besides, if it's something neither of them pick then it's one less thing for Matoba to be smug at him about. Hopefully.

So Kai slowly approaches the door he's been directed to, he's got absolutely no idea what he's going to find on the other side. And finds himself staring nonplussed as he steps inside to find a number of feline eyes suddenly fixed on him. A cat cafe. Hilarious.

A few of the cats in residence pause to give him the narrow-eyed look of judging a newcomer onto their territory but when Kai just eyes them back they return to whatever they were doing without much issue. Regular cats do tend to find him a little strange sometimes, but the ones here seem largely unimpressed with his presence. Maybe they're used to weird.

So he has no problem picking his way over to an unoccupied table and dropping himself into one of the seats to wait for Matoba. And definitely not worrying about the next issue--namely that he still doesn't have a lot in the way of money. He can just deal with that problem as it comes. ]

[worldbent]

[There is one benefit to these troublesome phantom strings that have suddenly begun to sprout from Matoba's fingertips, and it's that they only seem to be perceived by him. Otherwise, having a long trailing yarn thread attached to your finger could end up quite disastrous in an establishment full of kitty-cats. At least the bright red of the string currently trailing along his path to the meeting location wouldn't be visible to their little hunting eyes, so long as he keeps it still....]

[...Scratch that, he thinks, when he arrives to the cafe to find that the string leads right up to his unfortunate "date". He pauses for a moment with a raised eyebrow, raising his hand up to be sure that it's his own string, really, and then meets Kai's stare, which could give any of the other unimpressed felines a run for their money.]

I am not going to squeeze those beans, [He declares resolutely, with no sense of public-facing shame. The couple other patrons and staff in the cafe glance over, but mostly they're ignored in favor of the fuzzy friends throughout.]

[It takes exactly three seconds for this resolve to falter, as he considers the cuteness of Kai's feline form, and adds,] ...However, should you wish to dedicate yourself to becoming my servant, I will see to it that you are fed three square meals and receive an adequate amount of treats and toys for exercise. Ah, and I suppose you would require more space than my current suite. I will have to see about my accommodations...........

[This is. a sort of 'confession', Hearts. It's the best you're going to get?]

[catmemes]

[ The unexpected speech is met by a long moment of absolute baffled silence, during which Kai is so still he doesn't even seem to be breathing. After a good few seconds of this, he finally breaks into motion with a single blink. ]

Ah. No...thank you?

[ Putting everything else to the side, agreeing to become the 'servant' of someone who has been extremely vocal about hating spirits seems like nobody's idea of a good time. Which is why the whole thing is even more puzzling.

At least until he glances down to find the string of red pulled taught between their hands, at which point several things click rapidly into place. Kai lets out a long breath as something sardonic settles over his expression. ]

At least I know what to expect with you. Usually. [ And that is very much not any kind of romantic anything, but he can try working up to it. In the mean time, he tips his head in the direction of the empty seat across from him, assuming Matoba doesn't decide to just cut his losses now. ]

[worldbent]

[Kai's impassive stare is quite impressive. Ah, befitting of a cat-like ayakashi, Matoba muses, in the space of silence. His own stare back is as unblinking and perfectly serious, as though truly awaiting the reply to some extremely important, matter-of-fact declaration.]

[As it happens, Kai is not wrong with this most obvious of estimates. It's simply that even Matoba Seiji has biases.]

Hmmm.

[Is he being rejected right now? He's used to that sort of thing, given his blood, but the context is usually a little... different. No, but really, this wasn't that different at all, was it? A contemplation crosses his face as his mouth turns to a small frown, humming in response to the second assertion.]

[Yes, well. He will admit that much. When it comes to cats, he is predictable.]

[Unperturbed otherwise by the state of things, he meanders to the seat across from Kai and plops himself down into it, drawing his ankles up cross-legged in his sporty sweatpants while slipping off his sneakers to the side. Ideally, this would be getting comfortable and prepared to entertain some kitties, but the moment he entered the cafe, all the cats nearby had suddenly gone hackles-up and wandered to the other side of the room. Except Kai, of course.]

Have you ordered anything yet? Their cakes are quite delicious. [Said knowledgeably; he has... been here.]

@tseng » @matoba

[nonvoting]

Are you still open to additional negotiations?

[ let it never be said tseng doesn't get to the point... ]

[worldbent]

Good evening, Tseng-san.

I'm amenable to discussion. Last I recall, the current offer was dinner?

How is that pasta dish going?

[nonvoting]

Good evening, Matoba.

I did manage to perfect the recipe. If you're still interested, then I would like to invite you for dinner and drinks.

[worldbent]

That's good to hear. Then, dinner and drinks it is.

I'll bring along some of those desserts I mentioned. But just that alone wouldn't do, would it?

I'm sure we'll find something else to satisfy my end of the exchange.

I can find your room among the Jack suites, I presume? I'll be by in about three hours.

[A nice, precise timetable.]

Text | un: swords -> @matoba

[swordhardy]

Did you order something from the bakery?
It’s a big box…
You can’t be planning to eat this much alone.

[worldbent]

Oya? Nothing that I requested to be sent room service.

I typically only eat my treats at the cafe. You are certain it is meant for me?

[swordhardy]

Yes. Addressed to you. Should I open it? Maybe they made a mistake.

[worldbent]

I suppose there is no harm in opening it. It might be good to know if it needs refrigeration.

( 12/25 ) — xmas ding dong ditch

[juhua]

[ on the morning of december 25, which hua cheng has come to understand is christmas day, a knock on the door will herald the arrival of a gift. it's nestled in a box and wrapped in paper of his signature crimson and tied with a gold ribbon, both very auspicious colors for such an auspicious(?) holiday!

when opened, matoba will find that the box contains a paper talisman imbued with a single use of hua cheng's cum cleanup spell, which he used in front of matoba back in october during the full moon ghost situation.

the box is accompanied by no note—hua cheng is confident matoba will know who sent it. :) ]

un: broca; text

[broca]

[ It takes a few days into this whole mess for Broca to message Matoba, but without powers of his own it takes a few days into this whole mess for Broca to realize that he might need to reach out to someone who does. ]

Hey.

[ Unfortunately, Broca is bad at starting conversations. ]

[worldbent]

I am not particularly in the mood to fuck, but make it worth my time.

[broca]

[ He actually needs a couple of minutes after reading that to just sit and stare at his watch.

... Like it's fair though... given their own personal history it's fair.................. ]

It's not about sex.

[worldbent]

[Likewise, Matoba has to scrutinize his watch for a few moments. He has quite the headache, so perhaps his vision is just blurred??]

What did you do?

paper doll note

[paperpusher]

["Let me know when you are checked in," Matoba had said. Natori had planned to wait a few days in a fit of pique, but that was before he found his, uh. Gifts. In fact, the makeshift doll that finds its way to Matoba appears to be made out of the label off a wine bottle? Natori's scribbled his room number on it, plus:]

They gave me cake.

[worldbent]

[The flutter of paper almost takes Matoba off-guard, in the sense that it takes him a split second not to regard it as one of the many pests of the resort and for the ally that it is.]

[Well. "Ally", insofar as a fellow exorcist could be counted.]

[He holds out his palm for the-- wrapper?? --to land in, lips pursing in disapproval as he reads the simple message. Ahh. Retrieving a brushpoint pen from his sleeve, he writes an equally simple return message:]

What flavor?

[It's only after he sends the doll off again that the numbers sink in. 3rd floor??? ...Down in the dregs nonetheless, but that leaves a bad taste in his mouth.]

[He will have to wash it down with cake.]

[paperpusher]

[The response is on a fresh doll made out of another (different) wine label.]

I'm not checking all of them. Come see for yourself.

[And he doesn't even need to come inside to see-- Natori's gifts are literally stacked up to the ceiling in the hall outside his room.]

[worldbent]

[Hmph. Leave it to Natori to not be able to do what needs to be done!! (read his menu of cakes)]

[It does not take very long at all for Matoba to arrive to the very obvious pile of gifts in the 3rd floor hallway, but rather than make any attempt to knock on the door beside them, Matoba simply helps himself. It seems as though he might not be the only one; Matoba sees the remnants of chocolate wrappers among the pile, certainly not partaken of by their rightful owner.]

[(That's him!!)]

[Natori will have to simply step outside his room and nearly trip over Matoba, primly seiza on the floor as he sorts carefully through boxes of cake, to make any sort of contact.]

I suppose a receptionist's salary can't buy anything much fancier, [He comments idly when found, setting aside a single-layer buttercream.]