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 Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2023 9:24 pm
July 23, 2023 Sitting on the living room floor Kioshi was sat behind the coffee table, his back resting against the small couch he had, in his lap was the little kitten he’d saved the day before. The kitten was healthy, just severely underfed, and was now making himself at home in the small apartment with Kioshi. The little black fluff ball had been washed, something he’d had done yesterday at the vets, and the kitten had received the shots he’d needed as well as a deworming. He’d been all good to go an hour after arriving at the vets.
While he sat watching a movie, one hand idly petting the kitten who seemed to be resting, he kept his eyes on the tv.
“Black tracks, black crows
Feeding on the face of a dear abandoned boy
Fighting for a taste with the flies
Black chains, black spikes
Hammering the steal and the wounds with s**t and mud
Scabbing into railroad ties
Four, then twenty blackbirds fall”
He didn’t have the best voice but he honestly couldn’t help it either, the song was so damn catchy as was the movie in general, he’d been on a binge today since it was his day off. He’d watched the previous two movies by Terrance, he really did love the movies, it hadn’t been his first time watching any of the movies but tonight was just one of those nights where he needed them. They weren’t movies anyone else he knew had ever watched, they weren’t popular and hadn’t played in most theaters, but that didn’t bother him in the slightest.
He’d first discovered Repo the Genetic Opera by chance, as a dvd at the grocery store, and curiosity had gotten the best of him and he’d looked it up online and watched it. He’d enjoyed it, a lot, even though one could argue he had fallen into the same problem as many of the characters in the movie but he had limits, unlike the characters in the movie, as he’d never fall that far into modifications done to his body.
But he’d understood what the movie had been saying about people, about society as a whole, and he couldn’t help but agree with it. “I think I have a name for you little one.” Having trailed off in his singing at some point, now he was looking down at the sleeping kitten. “Omen.” That was the name the little boy in his lap would have from now on.
Leaning down, as much as he could, he pressed his nose into the soft, fluffy, fur because he couldn’t bend enough for more than the tip of his nose to touch the soft fur. “I suppose my next paycheck is going to you little one.” Not that he minded one bit, because he didn’t, he’d have to order food and a proper cat bed and maybe one of those cat towers he’d seen before. It seemed like a good idea, as did a scratching post or two, he was thinking of various things he could get and that he’d need to pull more work hours and more clients, he’d have to work harder to afford things. It would, in his opinion, be worth it plus it gave him more experience as well.
That in mind he glanced to his laptop, sitting on the coffee table a foot or so away from him, and smiled. He’d already been browsing chewy to get an idea of what they carried but tonight, once the movie was over, he’d have to start setting up an autoship so he wouldn’t need to worry about cat food or litter, he’d also order everything else from there as well.
“You’re going to be spoiled.” Because he had nothing else in his life but the little kitten, which he was ok with, but it meant the poor little fluff would be the center of his attention and affection.
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Posted: Mon Jul 24, 2023 7:24 pm
July 24, 2023 Tonight he was creeping around the castle, no trail of frost to give him away tonight, he carried a small candle holder with him to provide light. He didn’t want to disturb anyone as he wandered the empty corridors, though he suspected no one would be here so late, it was well past midnight and he couldn’t sleep tonight so he’d powered up and come here.
He wasn’t looking to fight but rather to tire himself out so he could return home and sleep. Omen was at home sleeping, he’d left the fluffball on his bed, and hopefully he’d be joining him again soon. He could really use the sleep, he had work in the morning, and a client coming in who wanted a big back piece done and no doubt had asked him to do it not just because of the subject matter but because he was an apprentice and so didn’t charge as much as someone else would have.
It felt like being taken advantage of but he knew it was how things went, and he’d long ago accepted it as part of his job, so he’d done the drawing and gotten all the approval from the client now he just needed the hours to do the work. No doubt there would be breaks, to drink and eat as well as piss, and he needed to be awake to make it through the hours this would take. He could, and likely would, drink down as much caffeine as he could but he didn’t want that to be the only thing keeping him awake.
Looking to the burning candle, held in front of his face, he kept walking and turned a corner as he moved along. The eternal kept to his tip toes as best he could, to reduce whatever noise he might make otherwise, he wasn’t inclined to having company tonight. As he passed a door he caught a flash of light, or something, around the door. With no name on the door he assumed it was an unclaimed room, perhaps it was meant to be an office. It was a distance from the other offices, which were all near to each other, so he wasn’t expecting this to be an office of any sort.
Reaching for the door handle he turned it, slowly, so as to make as little sound as he could. The door handle was loose in his hand, and would have jiggled if he wasn’t careful, and door swung open with too much ease. He always assumed doors wouldn’t just swing open so easily, that there would be some resistance, so he was surprised with how quick and easily this one opened. Shaking his head he stepped into the room, dark eyes focused on what he assumed was the source of light he’d seen.
Sitting on a desk, the only piece of furniture in the room, was what looked like a rolled up bit of parchment. Reaching out with his free hand, suspecting something magical but not likely to be dangerous, he touched it slowly. Finger tips just grazing it before he was moving to sit on the desk and get comfortable, as he set the candle holder to the side, he picked up the roll of parchment.
Unrolling it, slowly, he was surprised to see words or at least he assumed they were words. They certainly weren’t in English but the letters, or characters perhaps, each glowed a sort of bluish yellow color. While he skimmed over it all, finger tip just touching here and there, he watched as the glow dimmed on each character he passed. Slowly dimmed letters flickered out of existence so nothing was left behind for him to try and memorize or anything else. But something else had happened, his finger tips that touched the parchment had taken on that same glow. It wasn’t until the last character had gone out that his own finger did as well.
In it’s place was the same knowledge he’d had with his own magic, just knowing what to say and do, and this was new…new words and a new motion. He just knew what to say and do. It was the same thing and it was just there in the back of his mind, poking at him to notice it - that it was now there. Something new and magical and all for him. Smiling as he sat there in the candle lit room, Miyamoto couldn’t help the low chuckle which passed his lips. He’d just picked up a new little skill, oh how much fun this could be.
He didn’t know what it would do, he could only hope, but he knew it was new magic and he was already eternal so this was something else for him; a fourth spell. He’d have to test it out on someone soon - very soon.
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2023 4:35 pm
July 23, 2023 Today was an odd day, like seriously ******** odd, he knew it would be from the start but it had just gotten more entertaining in a way he could get on board with. He knew there was a special client coming in later, in the afternoon, and the backroom which they almost never used had been cleaned up and set up for a photoshoot. He knew what that meant, he’d known about it for a few days now, and he’d thus helped in the cleaning up and arranging of things.
What he hadn’t expected was a walk-in client with a rather specific idea in mind - a norigae. That was a Korean traditional ornament for a hanbok, and he wasn’t Korean, but he knew what one was. He’d never drawn one, or even considered it, but it wasn’t too difficult an idea for him to wrap his head around. It was still asian in nature and used themes he’d already done before so it wouldn’t be too hard for him, though it would focus more on his linework than design.
When no one else felt comfortable enough with it, even if it seemed easy to do, Kioshi offered to take on the task. Asking the female, who had mentioned being half Korean and half American, he told her he was going to go look up some images, take her ideas into account, and work on some drawings to present to her.
Sitting in the backroom, sketch book out on the table, his laptop was out in front of him as he skimmed over images of norigae. Not only was he looking at the real ones, on peoples hanbok, but also other tattoos of them. It was helpful and gave him an idea of what he’d be needing to do as well, he might have even pulled up a video of someone tattooing one on a person.
This s**t he decided, after watching a few videos, was going to be small fine needle work and he was not pleased with it. He was used to using larger mags on his work than this. Pinching the bridge of his nose as he drew up ideas, taking his time on them, he couldn’t help but shouting for one, or two, of his co-workers to come and see what he was working on and give him some feedback. This was something that while in his wheelhouse was also something to be nervous over. Any little ******** up and it would be noticed, he was sure of it.
She wanted wisteria in the charm piece and everything in color, which was fine, but the detail the flowers would need would be the tricky part. Looking up pictures of wisteria, as he’d need a reference for them, he printed a picture out so he could keep it there while he worked. The beads were to be gold and jade, which would look good, while the strings would be red and than he had the flowers. Mentally he was going over the colors he’d need for this piece and how he’d set it up, even while he sketched out the knot work for the norigae.
It took time, of course it did, and he had several options when he returned to the front of the shop near around forty five minutes later. Taking a chair he laid out the design options in front of the client, on the glass table top, and pointed out each one and what he’d done with them each. From different charm shapes, and sizes, to other differences between them each. He went with different knot designs as well. He tried to really keep each option very different from the other ones, while still keeping to using wisteria for the flower on the charm.
As he’d been working on the design he’d decided to create a few more of these, with themes other than wisteria, to offer up and show in his little room, as well as keeping some ideas in his sketch book. It was just another thing he could do and would let clients know; though he doubted they’d be very popular. He still figured it was a good idea plus it showed his skill and a bit of diversity as well.
While he wondered about that the girl had finally picked what they wanted. “Good, let's get you paid up and I’ll make the stencil while you do that and we’ll get started on this.” Because later on today he wanted to watch their special client. That in mind, and with something to do, Kioshi headed off for the backroom and the copy machine so he could get his stencil made.
With his stencil in hand he headed for his room, where the client was thankfully already sitting and waiting, as he settled into working. This was going to be; he was sure of it.
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2023 8:10 am
July 26, 2023 Piercing play wasn’t something many people partook in, and he understood why, but it had been pleasing to watch. He had his fair share of piercings but he’d avoided piercing anything aside from his ears, though he had modified other parts of himself. It was one of those things which wasn’t for him, it didn’t mean he looked down on it, far from it in fact. He found beauty in it and artistry as well. It wasn’t something easy to do or easy to have done to you; it took a lot from both parties.
When he’d finally clocked out for the night and headed home he’d gotten himself dinner, he kept dumplings in the freezer, and he’d fed Omen as well. A nice hot shower, and a change of clothes, had led into him stepping out for the night to power up. Now he could go seek out some of these new team members he had, though the thought of it still bothered him, he didn’t really feel up to dealing with people tonight.
Though he really didn’t like dealing with people most nights, not after hours of dealing with people at work, he knew he’d need to get around to it though. He’d already dealt with that one general with the pink hair though. He wasn’t looking forward to meeting other people, and didn’t plan on meeting too many others, he was fairly certain he wouldn’t have as much to report back as the General King wanted or expected of him. He could only hope the other wouldn’t question his loyalty, or anything else, because of that. His not wanting to be social didn’t mean he wasn’t loyal; he’d like to think he was very loyal.
He understood, very well, how order failed at working together, he’d seen it plenty of times. Members off screaming and raging as their magic did similar while others were busy in their own fights with no help, not even from the ones with the most magic, it was a mess really. But he knew how to take orders, and make suggestions, he could support in a battle as well. Did he really need to go shadowing people about so he could learn team work? Recruiting was fairly obvious to him, though it was something which didn’t hold his interest, he just didn’t see the point. He wasn’t going to say that directly to the General King though. Much as he was a rebel he also had survival instincts; thank you very much.
He knew what the General King had said, he’d listened to it all, it kept repeating in his head like a ******** busted record. Missions and recruiting and all kinds of other things were expected of him but why? Didn’t they have enough people to do that? If everyone was doing it why did they not have larger numbers? Why had they not dealt the senshi and knights the death blow already? Clearly it wasn’t being done and others weren’t being taken to task - right? Why did he need to crawl himself out from under his rock and go do these tedious things?
Yeah, he could go see someone and he likely should but god damn it if he didn’t want to. He’d already run into that pink haired general, Prenhite. He had told the General King he wasn’t into this sort of socializing so the other shouldn’t be so surprised when he didn’t do much. He was loyal to the cause but he was still who he was and suddenly becoming social, and following people around taking notes, was not a part of him. He’d try, perhaps, tomorrow night and maybe he’d talk to someone else. But tonight he wanted to hunt down order on his own and deal with them as he saw fit. He didn’t want to watch others do what he wanted to do, or listen to others talk about recruiting and missions they might be planning, if a mission came up he’d know about it then and he’d sign himself up for it asap. Because missions he could get on board with; and had done so several times.
Letting the chill air surround him and the frost creep out under his feet, to trail down and follow his hair along the ground, he took a deep calming breath and headed off to hunt. He was hoping to find someone to entertain himself with tonight, he needed to get his chill back like he’d had earlier today at work. Thinking about the general King, and his words, the order he’d been given. It was all too stressing and exhausting for him, because being social took too much energy from him. He’d find his chill and relax and then return home and drag Omen to bed with himself and get some sleep.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2023 9:35 pm
August 16, 2023 Since joining the Negaverse Kioshi had noticed he tended to have headaches, a lot, whenever he was stressed he’d get hit with a headache. He could feel them coming on, they crept in, and throbbed and made sleeping uncomfortable as laying on that side of his head hurt. If he was working when they hit every sound hurt and the lights in the shop killed, it hurt his eyes so much and made things worse, he’d started to leave ice packs in the freezer in the backroom so he could lay down and try and ease the headache away.
He had several ice packs at home as well, all for the purpose of handling the headaches. Figuring this was something he’d dealt with before, and had likely told himself about, he was sitting down on the wooden floor with boxes surrounding him. Omen was laying under some papers, having decided they made a good bed, as he was searching through everything to see where he’d left himself a note about this all.
“Come on Hisoka, tell me you left me a clue.” Talking to his previous self - how odd. He was certain if someone were to hear him right now they’d think him nuts, and maybe he was, but it was like talking to someone else because he was not Hisoka anymore. Piles of papers, books, and other things laid about the floor as he rubbed at his temples. There was so amn much here, more than he thought, but he’d packed as much of his previous self into these boxes so he could help himself.
It had to be here, he was certain of it, if he got headaches from stress and he was going to change sides and join order he’d leave himself a note. So Hisoka must have done the same thing, right? They were after all the same person, sort of anyway.
“Damn it.” Cursing he reached for Omen, petting the cat, he didn’t mind the little n** to his fingers and having his fingers licked with that sandpaper tongue he had. Omen at least kept him company when he was home, as he was otherwise alone in this small apartment. It wasn’t that bad though, especially now.
Moving through another stack of papers, pulling them out of the box and into his lap, he started going through everything slowly. Opening books and flipping pages, Kioshi was on the look out for anything which might help. He was hoping he might even have a medical file or information on his medical history somewhere. He didn’t need a birth certificate or anything like that, he wasn’t even hoping for it, but right now he really could use the medical information. He had a feeling, something nagging at him, telling him that this was normal. These headaches were normal for him; he was sure of it.
It was towards the bottom of the box, and this was the third box, that he found a file folder which contained what he was looking for. It had a copy of his birth certificate, which was fine by him, but there was a note in there mentioning the headaches only it said they were migraines and it gave advice, including ice packs, but also listed was another solution to the problem. This other option mentioned had him feeling a bit warm, and the tips of his ears flushing red in color. Apparently he couldn't take some of the common migraine medications.
Well, that was interesting to say the least. He almost didn’t believe it in fact but he also knew he wouldn’t have lied to himself about s**t like this. Reading on, as there was a bit more writing, he found that apparently he had a sulfa allergy which caused him to break out. Hisoka really should have put this information on top of everything in this box - it was important. Rolling his eyes he set the folder aside, finished petting Omen, and went to put everything away. He needed to talk to someone - a certain General. He knew the Negaverse had a hospital, how could he not know about it? But he wasn’t interested in telling them this about himself. He’d talk to Arseno in private and give him the information. If somehow itt made it onto a file somewhere in the hospital records, or something else, that was fine so long as he didn’t do it himself.
“Looks like Hisoka did what I would have done.” As he moved boxes, now full of papers, books, and more Kioshi slid the boxes back into the hallway closet. One at a time he put them away, closing the door once done, and stood up as he lifted Omen into his arms. “Come on, bedtime now.” Last night he’d had a bad night, really bad, and tonight he was hoping he’d be good. Last night he’d lost so much damn sleep, before finally falling asleep due to sheer exhaustion. He’d woken up tired, and wanting little more than to roll back over and sleep more, at least the migraine had left but he could still feel something remaining from it…something dull and barely there.
The trek to the bedroom was short, the apartment wasn’t big, and after depositing Omen on his bed Kioshi headed to take a quick shower. Now that he had answers, and a plan, he could sleep peacefully and handle whatever tomorrow threw at him…hopefully.
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2023 10:58 pm
September 08, 2023 Kioshi had taken what Tom had said to heart, at least most nights, there were some nights when he was just too tired or couldn’t manage it. But the migraines were fewer and further between as stress, which he hadn’t even felt or noticed, seemed to lower. He felt a little less tense and stressed, now that he was looking back on things, and he figured some of it was thanks to Tom’s advice.
But he really couldn’t manage helping himself every night so he’d decided to invest in something to make things a bit easier, so maybe things were better and more interesting, it was starting to get boring in all honesty. This was something he’d never thought he’d have to deal with, considering his general lack of interest, but here he was and now figuring a solution to the problem.
The solution was something he’d hit on rather quickly but that was the easy part, the hard part was actually doing the shopping online and deciding on what to add to the cart to purchase. Price was one issue he hit upon, even with a coupon offered for giving over his contact info for future promotions, but it still wasn’t easy for him. This wasn’t something he’d ever given much thought to and he found to make him uneasy, something he wasn’t entirely comfortable with, he’d flipped between various websites before returning to look over things more and then do it all again. It took more time, it dragged things out, but it got the job done in the long run and an order was placed and a confirmation email arrived ten minutes later to his inbox.
That done, and his embarrassment ended, Kioshi let Omen into his lap, the kitten had been sitting on the floor next to his chair for a while now mewing up at him. Once in his lap Omen climbed up onto his computer desk and decided it was time for a nap, right near one of the two speakers on the desk, so Kioshi turned the volume off, and settled for finding ways to entertain himself online which did not include volume as he didn’t care to upset the cat.
After some time, and some failures at getting ideas on what to do which did not include noise, he found his old headset and plugged them into his speakers and turned his volume on and proceeded to find videos online to watch and occupy his time with. Tonight was one of those nights where he hadn’t brought his work home with him, sometimes it seemed like a rarity, but he hadn’t brought it tonight and he wasn’t ready to turn into bed either so he needed something to entertain himself with.
Tonight was just youtube videos, because honestly he was bored of other things, he figured he was fine though since he’d been good as far as migraines went. He’d only suffered one earlier in the week and the medication had helped, so had laying down with an ice pack or two. Thinking about that reminded him of something he needed to do, something he’d been thinking about, he needed a small freezer for his office in the Negaverse. Somewhere he could put a few ice packs for himself, in case he needed them, he just needed to find a small one to purchase and bring down with himself next time. That thought in mind he went to start his search for a small mini freezer.
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2023 3:14 pm
September 10th, 2023 Kioshi had a walk in today, he took on a lot of walk-ins really, he did more of them than he did appointments though slowly he was seeing an uptick in appointments being made for him. The walk in today however had wanted a simple symbol on their arm, something that almost looked tribal or gothic…or something, he’d wound up asking them and he almost wished he hadn’t.
He’d heard nearly everything they’d said, soon into their information dump they’d caught his attention and held it, it was a symbol dealing with some vampire role play game called vampire the masquerade apparently. They were getting the symbol for the Sabbot, as they’d said, and without any prompting the female client had gone into detail about the Sabbot. The Sabbot apparently wasn’t a clan but rather a faction and from there the Sabbot was made up of several clans, though the lead clan was apparently the Lasombra.
There was just a lot of information, history and skills as well as drama and who they had screwed over, gone to war with, and who they worked with. It was a lot and while the tattoo hadn’t taken long, only two hours, there was a lot which his client had said.
They had been, if nothing else, excited to talk about it to the point he imagined if they would bounce or wiggle in his seat while he worked they would very well be. They seemed so into this that he’d been keen to not letting them see his own fangs, he did not need that to deal with, they had already randomly stared at and gushed over his ears and how they looked so hot. As he finished the work he’d decided he might want to look into this topic, just to see if he couldn’t figure out what the appeal was, and so when he’d gotten home that night he’d fallen down a bit of a rabbit hole.
Most of the evening he sat watching youtube videos, with Omen in his lap, on the various clans and factions as well as the history of things. It was interesting and well thought out, weaving in and out of real life history, it was something which would make a good tv series or actual novels for people to read. It was, sadly, just a game for people to play and he wasn’t sure what he thought about such things…lame perhaps, or boring. Either way it didn’t appeal to him but if they ever made a tv series or novels about this world he’d be sure to plunge headfirst into it all.
For now though he was good with what he’d learned, and he was very glad she hadn’t noticed his fangs, it seemed she was a bit obsessed with things. He’d caught her talking about friends who played as vampires from various clans, apparently she was part of a group who played twice a week, and she only wanted to date someone who also liked vampire the masquerade or was a vampire. He was certain she’d mistake his fangs for him thinking he was a vampire or wanting to be one - neither was true. It was just a look which he liked and so decided to modify himself, though it wasn’t anything permanent, in order to achieve the look he wanted. It was all about comfort in his own body and looking how he wanted, seeing what he wanted to see when he looked in a mirror, he didn’t have anyone in his life to impress or worry about.
If he thought about it, which he never did, he was certain he wouldn’t want someone who wanted to be a vampire or wanted to look like one. If they had fangs it would be something they wanted for themself, not because they wanted to be someone or something else. He knew that now for certain just as he knew he wasn’t interested in females. While he didn’t find it important to know these things, because when would it ever be needed in his life, he did find it nice to know another bit of himself even if it was only a small part.
Finally tired, and done thinking too much on the topic, he stood up from the computer chair with Omen in his arms and headed for the bedroom. “Come on, bed time.” And leaning down to nose the kittens soft fur, ignoring the little paw which patted his nose.
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Posted: Sun Jan 05, 2025 8:13 pm
January 5th 2025 (Back dating to start of December.) He’d tried his hand at Christmas decorating, and celebrating, with help from Kai when they had been dating. It hadn’t gone well but it wasn’t the others fault but rather his own. He’d rushed it as while also having a very small budget for things. This year he’d put in more effort, wanting to try and get out of his shell a bit more and enjoy the normal things which most people enjoyed. He could never be sure what he’d done growing up, he only had feelings and impressions to go by, but this year he wanted to really try. It helped that he had more money in his bank account so he could do more, like buying a proper tree and decorating it with nice glass ornaments. The tree filled his apartment with the smell of pine, and he was going to hate lugging it back down the five floors he’d had to lug the damn thing up, but this was all going to be worth it - he knew it.
It was time to try and build something for himself…something warm and enjoyable. It didn’t have to be loud and full of gifts and all the intensity that others put into the holiday. It just had to be his and be something he liked. That was why tonight he’d gone to the christmas market the city had set up. With a heavy black, knit, sweater he’d just gotten in the mail Kioshi was pleased that warmth was something he didn’t need to worry about. Between all the bodies milling about and the food stalls making food the air was heated the a comfortable degree, enough that he was pleased and even smiling just a bit, one hand was in his pocket while a small bag hung from his other wrist.
He was doing some shopping for handmade goods to decorate with, things he’d keep and use over and over again, he was trying to find things that would look good together in order to decorate his home in a cohesive manner. So far he’d found a pair of very nice, hand made, nutcrackers. It was the foods on offer though that were starting to gain his attention as he walked. He hadn’t had dinner yet…and the food did smell good, sniffing the air as he passed a particular stall.
Deciding to head inside, since it was a rather large establishment, it didn’t look like some temporary set up yet he knew it was, there was a bar but there was a lot of food on tables so it wasn’t just a bar serving alcohol. Heading for the bar, moving around people as he went, Kioshi took the time to look over the menu which was written on a board hanging up behind the bar. Ordering himself some warm cider, and pointing out a food someone else down the bars length was eating, Kioshi went and found himself a seat at the bar so he could eat and drink while warming himself up.
The time spent eating, and drinking, went by quicker than he thought and soon enough he was back out in the crowd and looking over the stalls. It wasn’t until he found one with hand blown glass ornaments that Kioshi really got to shopping. The different colors, and designs, and he started picking out pieces he wanted. He was going for a red and gold look with everything because he wanted to use rich, warm, colors for his tree decorating and his apartment. Normally he preferred darker colors, and blues, but he was certain red and gold was the way to go. Picking piece after piece, for once not looking at the prices, the pieces were worth it since they were hand made and each one was a little work of art.
After picking out each piece the worker took a count on them, as they’d been busy putting them into boxes and wrapping them all, there were a little over two dozen little glass orbs now and his total was…it was enough to make him choke on the drink he’d left the previous establishment with. Rather than complain though, or decide not to get them all, he paid and hurried off with the boxed and bagged glass orbs. Maybe he should just…head home? But as an afterthought he did decide to see if he couldn’t find a stocking, something old fashioned looking if he could, and a skirt for the tree. Both seemed proper and much needed.
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Posted: Sun Jan 05, 2025 8:15 pm
January 5th 2025 (Back dating to New Years eve.) He really should have stayed home, spent some time with Omen watching a movie, but instead Kioshi had decided to take advantage of it being new years eve by going out and gathering energy. He knew plenty of people would be hitting the bars, and maybe even clubs, in order to celebrate together. He knew his co-workers were out celebrating, together of course, with their partners. Kioshi not being one for clubs, bars, or drinking even had turned down the invitation claiming he had plans - which he did. He just didn’t tell them what plans he had, let them assume whatever they wanted.
He knew what they’d assume, he knew how his co-workers thought, but they were wrong. Lorcan was likely asleep, given the late hour, as the man had work the next morning. Kioshi had work as well, and he’d be exhausted tomorrow, but he wasn’t about to turn his nose up on gathering all the energy he could tonight. With an umbrella held aloft, keeping him mostly dry, his hair was piled up on top of his head and held in place with numerous hair sticks. He’d taken his place next to a bar, just inside an alleyway, so he could gather energy from the people passing by the alleyway on their way by.
Miyamoto could have grabbed people, pulled them back further and drained them, but he wasn’t looking to pile up unconscious bodies tonight. It was cold, wet, and he didn’t want to risk some drunk taking a swing at him either. Tonight was an easy and lazy night where energy would be gathered in the easiest way possible, he didn’t want anything but an easy night for himself. Yawning, a fist coming up to cover his mouth, the dark haired male held his hand near the entryway to the alleyway as another group of loud and boisterous people passed by, he could smell the alcohol on them as they passed, a bit more energy collecting in his hand. Pocketing the orb once they were passed, he wasn’t risking some senshi or knight coming and costing him what he was gathering.
After some time the people dwindled, to a person here or there, and he was moving on to see if there were more people he could grab at another club, or a bar, and as he wandered he took what energy he could while keeping to alleyways as best he could. When he found it to be late, and took note of various establishments being closed, the corrupt headed himself towards home and only powered down two blocks away and completed the walk nice and warm in a puffy coat and scarf. After all the walking about tonight Kioshi was more than pleased to crash in his bed, he’d shower in the morning, as the five flight trek up the stairs had been the last straw for his tired legs.
Calling Omen up and into bed with him he let the large cat lay under the bedding, to keep warm, and curled up on his side with an arm under his pillow and let himself drift off to sleep. He’d handle his exhaustion at work when he came to it, he’d manage those consequences, he’d done what needed to be done and he wouldn’t take it back even if he was tired in the morning.
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Posted: Sun Jan 05, 2025 8:16 pm
January 5th 2025. He’d always done what he wanted in terms of his own appearance, and pursuing what he wanted in order to find his own appearance pleasing, he wasn’t uncomfortable in his own skin and never had been. But he had, as far back as he could remember, liked how he looked with ink and his ears and fangs…to think of not having any of those things was just..abnormal and bland to him. He’d seen pictures of his younger self, of Hisoka, and he’d looked bland and boring…unattractive. The long hair the other had boasted had made things worse even, in his opinion, it had really not looked good at all. That had been one of the first changes he’d made once he’d corrupted, he’d paid to have a salon chop most of it off.
He’d continued to go to that salon in order to keep his hair trimmed, keeping iot from having split ends, but today he’d asked them for more - a lot more. The idea hadn’t been lingering in his mind for a while, unlike other thoughts which had come to fruition, but the idea had been there and it was far less permanent than other choices he’d made. It was damaging, his hair was not going to like it, but he could take care of his hair and work to repair the damage to it.
If the damage would have been something he couldn’t repair, or undo, he wouldn’t have asked them to bleach and color his hair. He wasn’t one to seek his altered appearance at the cost of his body and his health, such as having his teeth filed down in order to have fangs, he took the healthy options whenever he could. This just didn’t have a very healthy option, not when bleach was needed to achieve his goal, but his hairs health could be worked on so it was acceptable damage.
Tapping, and scrolling, on his phone as the stylish worked on brushing the color into his hair and foiling it so it could start processing. They were using more than one color on his hair, to give dimension so it looked better, they were using a crystal clear mixed in with a color to make it more sheer and some other color. He’d lost track of it all to be honest, things he didn’t understand, but he was ordering some things at a local shop so he could pick them up once he was out of here. The only thing he wasn’t sure on was what he wanted to do for lunch, he could go home and make something, but since he was already out he was considering picking something up.
Finished with the online order he hit checkout, and paid, and settled back with his phone held flat in his lap as he just let himself enjoy someone fussing over his hair and doing the things he couldn’t do with it himself. He also, to be honest, didn’t mind letting someone else wash his hair because he did not like always taking the time to do it. He couldn’t imagine Hisoka with that long hair…he hadn’t even kept it that length for more than two days before he’d had it hacked off, he had not wanted to take the time and put in the effort to wash the mass of hair.
He had been going to let his thoughts drift, could feel his thoughts drifting to how far he’d come since he’d first changed sides, when he heard giggles and whispers…the word elf caught his attention. Of course. Holding back an exasperated sigh he took a moment to glance that way without turning his head, and bothering his stylist who was working on foiling his hair. It was, from what he could see in the mirror, nearly done. She knew he didn’t like the whispers and the pointing, nor did he like the laughter or the other looks he got, but she also couldn’t do anything about it so she settled for distracting him by talking about the color and what had made him decide to make such a drastic change - though it would look great with his eyes and skin tone.
Appreciating the distraction he took it and started talking back, glad that their talking pushed back the sound of the two girls who were getting their hair done not more than ten feet away. The two were, from the looks of things, friends and had come together for some pampering. He wasn’t here for that and soon he’d have to deal with it on his own, once the foils were done and his hair needed time to process. His stylist couldn’t just stay with him and keep him company the whole time, she had other things to do and things to clean, so he was left to let his hair process and deal with hearing these two girls….how annoying. Their stylists weren’t keeping them silent either. Frowning he buried himself in his phone and checking his jobs social media, and other sites, anything to try and ignore the two girls and his own growing annoyance with people's inability to keep their opinions to themselves…or at least gossip at a lower volume.
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2025 8:48 am
December 11, 2025 (Back dating to Juneish) Ever since he’d gotten out of high school Hisoka had walked to the beat of his own drum, picking and choosing what he wanted to do and what he wanted to rebel against. He’d started with going for a tattoo apprenticeship rather than apply himself and attend a proper college, something Hisoka had later gone back on as he’d started attending university for art. It was something Kioshi had later taken on as well, because it seemed like a good idea. It would allow him to do more with art as well as, in some manner, perhaps give more legitimacy to him being an artist.
Things changed though, people changed, and as things changed so did trends. Tattoos still made money but there were just too many artists, the market was over saturated, and with them being an expensive luxury it wasn’t something as many people were going for. It meant less money was there to make.
After some thought Kioshi had decided to alter his degree in college and go for something that would always be needed - medicine. People got old and people got sick, they also died but he wasn’t into playing with dead bodies as a mortician, so he’d decided to start off easy and go for an lpn. If that went well he’d go for an rn. It was a big change and a lot to take on, since he was still working and still taking art classes, though less than before.
It was, in his opinion, due to Hisoka’s past and what fragments and whispers he got from the long dead man that Kioshi was able to buckle down and work as much as he was. It wasn’t easy and it was stressful, something he’d been doing his very best to manage. He’d managed well till the whole of the planet got threatened, it was no surprise when he’d been hit with a migraine.
It was because of Hisoka, and their parents, that he was managing everything he’d taken on. It meant he ate more, he was running around and burning more calories, but that was fine. Omen benefitted from more meals that were larger, and he’d always eaten healthy, he’d started investing in better vitamins which was a new add on to his morning routine. There had been a lot of little, slow, changes.
Speaking of changes…he was staring at the list of classes on his laptop screen, reading glasses perched in his nose, as he wondered what he should sign up for next. So many options and none of them really interested him, yet he needed to take them, would it really hurt though to take an oddball class? Something which would interest him yet serve no purpose other than his own entertainment? It might be a waste of money, and it really would be, but it might just keep him motivated and interested that the money spent would be worth it in the end.
While he didn’t know what he would take to fill this role, this need to take something which had nothing to do with his degree or with art, he first needed to figure out the classes he actually needed to take. Sighing the gray eyed male settled for simply selecting the next four he needed to take, because it really didn’t matter in what order he took them - they all needed to be taken.
That part out of the way, and an art classes added to the mix, it was finally time to find that elusive class…something which would hold his interest while having absolutely nothing to do with his major or his job. While wandering about the universities website looking for an idea, for anything which stuck out enough, Kioshi finally decided to give to what was nagging at him. There was always a want, and a need, in the back of his mind to embrace more of what he’d lost to his corruption. He wasn’t out to become more like Hisoka, they were dead and the dead weren’t worth chasing after, but rather the culture and history he’d forgotten and left behind. He knew where he’d been born, knew that he immigrated here, and yet he was rather detached from his own culture and history. He might tattoo Japanese style, and he could speak and write the language, but that didn’t mean a whole lot. There were plenty of tattoo artists who could do the same as he did, and some were certainly better than he was. As for language…well he wasn’t familiar with anime and manga, he knew of them but had never dipped his toes into the topic, but he knew plenty of fans had learned Japanese because of it and he was certain plenty were as capable as he was linguistically speaking.
That in mind, and his determination set, he went to look up what Japanese focused courses the university offered. The list was…long, longer than he expected, and it took time to go over and read the descriptions of the courses. Maybe, just maybe, he’d keep taking classes even after he’d managed to attain his lpn. It was a tie between two classes, after he’d read over the whole long list, one of them was based on the supernatural of premodern Japan and China which made sense with the two countries being tied together in so many ways. The class sounded fun, and it tied into his life in several ways, so he signed himself up for that while noting that the class was almost full.
The second classes he signed up for, making it class number seven for this semester, was a class on gender and sexuality in Japan. It would, of course, include the Edo period where the floating city existed but that wasn’t it. It sounded like a good place to start, because as he signed up for the last class he was writing out a list of other ones he wanted to take, the list he was writing was unsurprisingly long but he would get through it - he knew he would.
With his classes sorted out, all while cursing himself mentally for deciding on seven classes, Kioshi would going to have to buckle down harder than before and make it work. He couldn’t, and wouldn’t, permit himself to fail a single class and if it meant over working himself, till he fell asleep while working on assignments, he was fine with that. He would make it work simply because he wanted to. It was that drive within him, that want to do what he wanted when and how he wanted, which would push him to get things done this coming semester. He’d need to talk to his boss, without a doubt, and see about handling his work schedule but he also would not be doing the Halloween special this year - he simply wouldn’t have the time.
Before he could curse himself some more, because he really did want to, Kioshi closed out of the website and shut down his laptop. He knew what he’d just done, what he’d condemned himself to, and he could only hope he didn’t crack under the pressure. He’d have to keep his migraines at bay while pushing himself harder than he’d done ever before…as far as he remembered anyway.
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2025 8:50 am
December 11, 2025 (Back dating this a bit) He’d penned into his planner that he was working today, since Omen and Lorcan both knew he kept a schedule book at home. Inside he had his work hours listed and then the hours he was in classes were listed, though not the classes he was attending, homework due and any essays or exams were also listed. It was an easy way for him to keep track of things, to make sure he could balance everything on his plate, he had a lot going on and he couldn’t afford to let anything slip through the cracks. He couldn’t fail - he wouldn’t allow it.
But he’d lied a bit in the book for today, even though he was at his studio, he wasn’t working today but rather he was a client. He’d managed to get someone from another studio, someone visiting Destiny City, to take him on as a client at the studio as a guest artist for the day. His co-workers wanted to see what he was getting done, they were nosy and for some reason excited he was getting more ink, he’d caught them wandering in and out of the room or standing in the doorway for the last hour.
Three hours in, laying on his stomach, Kioshi had his earbuds in with an audio book playing so he could zone out and lose track of time. It was boring laying in one place for so long, not doing anything, there was a constant buzzing feeling under his skin but there was also pain and soreness. The work being done today was the part right on his spine, the worst part in his opinion, he knew it was going to hurt and every so often he couldn’t hide it as well. When the wave of pain hit, when it reached its peak, he’d press his face into the neck rest. It hurt, he knew it would, but he wasn’t about to use numbing cream or anything else. He was determined to handle it, and he was doing as well as one could expect, he knew his coworkers would get a kick out of things and bust his a** over it all later - he knew it.
Biting down on the neck rest, mindful of his fangs, he could feel the plastic give way as he bit down on the pain as it reached its peak and held for several moments before slowly easing. He had a long session today, he knew it, and only three hours in he was not going to enjoy this but it would be worth it and he knew that. He wouldn’t have signed himself up for this, done the design and picked out and even mixed his own inks, if it wouldn’t be worth it in the end. If he was lucky he’d fall asleep….
Luck was on his side as Kioshi did fall asleep, because of course he did, he wasn’t even aware he fell asleep till he was being woken up. The new work on his back was being cleaned while he woke slowly, blinking his eyes tiredly whilst yawning, when he was able to get up and look in the mirror he did. It was soon after covered in second skin and he was on his way home, slowly, he was still tired and grabbed a cup of tea on the way.
The small cafe he’d dropped by for the tea was nice, peaceful, and he’d left quickly with a large cup of tea so he could make the drive home without falling asleep behind the wheel. The sleep was still keeping him foggy and dizzy feeling, it wasn’t a bad feeling really, it wasn’t till he got home that he was able to embrace that feeling and shuffled to his room so he could get to sleep. It wasn’t that late, only five in the evening, but he needed a nap. As he curled up under his bedding Kioshi set the alarm on his phone and that was all he knew for the next two hours.
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2025 8:52 am
December 11, 2025 (Back dating this a bit...like start of November.) The floor of his home, a word still hard for him to imagine being true, was covered in boxes which Kioshi was staring at.. He’d ordered decorations for Christmas, he was planning to ignore Thanksgiving as it seemed rather pointless to him, so the decorating for the next holiday seemed like the thing to do. He just wasn’t sure where to start. There was so much, he might have gone a bit overboard, but he needed to start somewhere. Kioshi already had some decorations, which he’d used in his apartment in the past, and they were sitting out in a large storage tupperware with the lid off so he could keep an eye on what he had in there.
One of the boxes which had just arrived this morning were stockings, custom made, brocade and velvet. There were three stockings, each one with a name stitched into them somewhere, the designs were each a bit different as well though the color pallet was the same. In another box was a long spool of ribbon and strands of fake pearls to use on a tree - those he’d be using at a later date. It was the bows, that were in the next box over, along with little led lanterns and strands of lights that he let his attention flicker to. Those, along with the box by his foot, that he’d put to use first. The box by his foot had pine garland which was going to go on the railing of his stairs as well as framing the doorways to each room, along with the items in the other box, the tiny lanterns would be spread out along the garlands length to just add pops of light.
Sighing as he stood up, stretching as he did, his arms came up and above his head while his newly inked back flexed as he moved and stretched before relaxing. He’d managed to finally settle on a design for his back, after changing his mind once or twice, and the color palette had been dealt with easily. The design was something he’d drawn up himself, he wasn’t going to allow some other artist to design what he wanted, he was very particular on things and was leaving as little to chance as possible. Going as far as to pick the inks he wanted used, not every black ink was equally black, he’d also gone and crushed up scales from the hallow and added them to the black ink. He knew it was risky, unimaginably so since there was no way to know what the scales being added might do to him, but risk was something he wasn’t unfamiliar with so he’d gone with it.
The scales had thus far only lent itself to an odd iridescent shimmer to the black ink on his back. It was not entirely unexpected and it was even a nice touch, something special and unique, he doubted it could be replicated either. But he wasn’t dead nor had he experienced anything unusual magically speaking. There hadn’t been any allergic reaction or infection either, he’d been hoping neither of those options would occur as he’d have to explain things to Lorcan - which he’d not done yet.
The black was bold, and solid with a strip going up his spine, two dark lines framed his spine while the spine itself was covered in florals which matched his half sleeve. At the nape of his neck the black and floral strip ended in a wisp of color and black and an enso rested in solid black that shimmered from the scales included in the ink. Like fingers, pointed fingers, more black lines ran an arch across his back. Separate from the line down the center of his back were thick black arches that were filled in with florals, to keep the same theme going, reaching out to his flanks but not touching the front of his body, it was almost like ribs only they weren’t connected to anything.
Filling in the rest of his back, though managing to keep a balance between inked skin and uninked skin, was simple brush stroke style work. As if someone had taken a brush, a calligraphy brush, and dripped it in ink before drawing randomly across his back here and there. It looked nice and balanced out the boldness the rest of the backpiece had. It was messy almost and imperfect…it was supposed to be though.
The work had taken hours, and two sessions, but it was worth it…even with the itching and the peeling, which was still going on, the piece was new and he’d not yet mentioned it to anyone. He didn’t like showing off ink until it was done peeling and you could see what it actually looked like. What you saw before and after the peel could be two very different things, as far as color went, though it did seem promising and just as vibrant and bold as he wanted - there was a reason he’d picked the inks he wanted used.
A roll of his shoulders and he was grabbing things, boxes, and heading off to the stairs to start his work on decorating - he had a lot to do. This was the first winter in an actual house, not an apartment, and he was hoping he had enough to decorate with. Shuffling back to the living room, to grab his phone, he slipped it into a back pocket so he’d know if he got any messages while he wandered about the house decorating. This year he was going all out, and he might even drop by the Christmas market that the city had started hosting the last few years, and try and continue building a life for himself and that included traditions and ways of celebrating things. It was another step forward for himself and one he’d been working on…but now he was taking a big step forward on.
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2025 8:54 am
December 11, 2025 (Back dating this a bit...like mid November.) With the house decorated, aside from a tree and all that came with said tree, Kioshi had decided it was time to work on holiday gift shopping. He didn’t have much to get, he didn’t have a family of his own after all, just Lorcan and Omen. Kioshi was already figuring on getting things for Lorcan’s niece and nephew, brother and sister in law, as well though he wasn’t entirely sure what to get them. Art supplies was an obvious thing for the little ones but what else, what to get for his brother and sister in law, Kioshi wasn’t sure on.
Buying for Lorcan was easy, maybe even a bit boring to some, two nice ties in dark colors and then some lounge clothing he knew the other would put to use. With his time being filled with work, school, and duty it wasn’t easy to find the time to get out to do things like shopping. Grocery shopping was difficult enough, something he’d explained to Omen already, so it was no surprise when he’d ordered some of the gifts online so they’d arrive during the day while he was busy.
The lounge wear had been ordered, cashmere so nice and soft while also being warm, in neutral colors sporting names like oat and taupe. It was the ties he’d rather look at in person, which led him to going out to conduct some in person browsing. It all would have been good if not for the looks he got, nothing really new for him, but with it came the barrage of questions of ’do you need help?’ and the offers to help him despite having just told someone he did not need help, as if they didn’t know that he’d just rejected help from a co-worker. He expected it, he really did, but that didn’t mean he liked the attention, it was what happened when you went to a high end store to do any sort of shopping.
The ties however were nice, and they had a good collection, they felt good under his finger tips as well. Good quality and the colors were rich; they were perfect. The fact he’d cut his hours at work should have swayed him against getting them but he was making good enough money from what work he did, and the Negaverse paid well enough also, so he didn’t refrain from spending on such gifts. It was rare he splurged and even more rare that he got gifts for people, he simply didn’t have enough connections which allowed for that. So spending on the holidays, on someone, wasn’t a bad idea or even a strain on his bank account.
Decisions made, and ties pointed out to the employee who had been helping him, the ties were taken out of the case while Kioshi watched. While they were wrapped he pulled out his phone and opened his apple wallet, so he could pay, it seemed that mentioning they were a Christmas gift got complimentary wrapping. The wrapping was nice, of course it was, the store was high end and the packaging reflected that. It was all worth it, he knew it, he just hoped Lorcan didn't have any ties too similar already.
Once he had the package bagged, and hanging from his arm, Kioshi stepped out of the store and onto the sidewalk. The area was packed with people, and some street performer singing Christmas songs, it was pleasant enough that he didn’t mind wandering as he tried to get ideas for Lorcan’s brother and sister in law. Letting himself think over the things he saw in store windows as he walked along, he’d have to figure out something, maybe he should just ask his partner for ideas. He didn’t want to, not really, he’d have preferred doing this shopping on his own and somehow showing that he could in fact manage this on his own. But as he looked into windows of various shops it became harder and harder.
While wandering, still not content with giving up, Kioshi did spot something though it was for neither brother nor sister in law but rather something else for Lorcan. A nice pair of dark colored, suede, indoor slippers he could wear. They were nicely lined, from what he could see, and the stitching seemed good enough. Mind set, or at least focused, the dark haired male headed into the shop to look them over personally. They were nice, really nice, once he got his hands on a pair of them. After some time inspecting them, and even taking out his phone to look into the company and quality, the random fine became an impulsive purchase that was unplanned but rather stumbled upon.
Another bag hung from his arm and he was no closer to solving the ‘real issue’ but he did have something else for Lorcan, something he hoped the other would like and use at home, he was just lucky that he knew the others shoe size and didn’t need to guess and risk being wrong and things needing to be exchanged. The idea of that was embarrassing and somehow took the meaning of the gift away, since it wasn’t the same item he’d picked and that the other would need to do work themselves to get the right item, it was why he didn’t like gift cards either.
Nearly an hour later and Kioshi was stepping out of a cafe, a cup of tea in his hand, a third bag hung from his arm as he sipped at his hot drink. He’d gotten cold, and thirsty, after finding a gift finally for Lorcan’s nephew so he’d found a small cafe to get a drink at. Now for some dinner, something cheap and simple, since lately he’d been running low on time to make meals for himself. Between school and work, negaverse things and holiday things Kioshi’s time had been shrinking and with exams and papers coming up his time was down to nearly nothing. The only free time he seemed to have was the time spent sleeping, and he’d been suffering from it, but he was determined to push through it so he could get to the end and have his degrees.
With his phone in one hand, tea cup in the other, Kioshi took the time to look up a well priced sushi place nearby. Time for dinner, he’d earned it.
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2025 8:55 am
December 11, 2025 (Back dating to start of December) He’d tried doing the Christmas thing a few times now, and each time he felt like some progress was made, it wasn’t something he remembered though. It wasn’t easy for him, trying to piece together feelings and things was never easy, but he had been giving it a go the last few years regardless. Kioshi wasn’t the most emotional and sentimental sort, something he’d readily admit to, but he did want to try, it just felt like something he needed to do…it felt right and wanted. He wanted to have holidays and to enjoy them, to the best of his ability, and something about a decorated christmas tree appealed to him. He’d had a tree last year, and it had been decorated, but he was planning things earlier this year and working on gathering other ornaments for the tree. It wasn’t just the tree though, not this year, he had a home and he was planning to decorate everything he could this year. It might not come out perfect, he wasn’t expecting or even wanting perfection, but he was going to try and see how it came out in the end.
It had been while looking online, google was his friend in this search, when he’d come across some old fashioned looking ornaments. They weren’t glass but just as delicate, just in a different way, with pearls and stones sticking out of them. He’d done his searching and found that they were the result of build your own kits, kits that were sold online. Each kit only made one ornament, a shame really but he understood it, they were fancy and elegant in a way which appealed to him. Some were tacky, too bright or too covered in designs, but others had found a nice balance and looked elegant and fancy. The colors were rich, not too bright, and he’d ordered several kits for himself to work on.
He’d never done arts and crafts, which he was sure this counted as, but he was artistic and this wasn’t too bad. It wasn’t like there was a lack of directions, there were directions, and he was certain he could do this. The directions were laid out, unfolded and propped up by a stack of school books, while pins poked out of a glass dish. The fabric orb, a bright red color, sat in his hand while he took a pin with a pearl at one end and pushed into the orb slowly. Dinner was busy in the kitchen, cooking slowly, as the house was filled with the smell of cooking roast and potatoes. Omen was somewhere, or maybe he was down the block with Lorcan, he knew the mauvian would be home soon enough as he’d be looking for his dinner. He had, because he had a cat with a mind of their own, installed a cat flap in his front door - tacky as it was.
His glasses were on, so he could read the directions, while he worked slowly. Taking a pin and pressing it into the satin covered orb as he worked to create the ornament on the front of the box. It was coming together, albeit slowly, and it was looking better and better with each pin he added to the orb. This was taking a while, longer than he’d expected it would, but he knew it would be worth it in the end. The problem was just how many more he’d bought and had to put together, it would take him days to do, it was a good thing he had time before Christmas and before he purchased a tree and dragged it into his home. He’d have enough time to finish them all; comfortably so.
Once these ornaments were all finished they’d look good with the other decorations he’d ordered, which were on the way still, Kioshi was certain it would look good. Having not too many of these special push pin ornaments would be good, a balance, he didn’t think using just these victorian style decorations would look good. He needed a balance of elegance and modern, if glass ornaments could be considered modern, but he felt like he’d have a nice balance when all was said and done. Now if the decorations did their job, and matched the rest of the look, he’d be pleased. He wanted this to look good, to look right, while being him as well. He’d seen pictures of Christmas decorations, including some sort of Ralph Lauren Christmas decoration theme, but themes that were predetermined weren’t his thing - it wasn’t his style. This would be his style and something which appealed to him.
He just needed to get these things made.
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