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'Twas the couples first full day in their new home and this far things had been going well. They had awoken wrapped tight in each other's embrace (and in the grabby hands of Hei-chan's hair, which Daisuke could only assume could only attain sentience when no one around was awake.) They still had a ton of boxes to unpack and at first that had been the plan for today. But then they took another look at all of the work to be done, (seriously, why had they brought so much stuff?) and dread began to grow. Daisuke's back was already starting to protest against the work, promising great pain or even going on strike if he even dared to touch one of the boxes. So with absolutely no debate they had decided to explore the town cause that was also something that new arrivals should do. Leaving their alpine home (seriously was everywhere on this island that hilly?) they hopped in the car and cruised around the Ombre District. Daisuke was secretly looking around to see if he could find an urban mountain goat roaming the streets. From there they hit up Downtown, granted that was the only neighborhood which connected to theirs. There was a skating place, a movie theater, something shady, a bar, a grocery store, mexican place, and a candy shop. Well now he was getting a bit hungry, damn it. Moving on up was the shopping district. They decide to go ahead and walk around there, since all the shops were close together and it frankly was easier to get around that way. ((”Would you like to stop at that coffee shop over there?”)) he asked nodding his head towards Moonbucks. ((”They probably have nice hot tea too. I hear that’s what the youth do these days: go to cafes for coffee and/or tea and talk about obscure things or get some work done. Very inter-war Parisian, isn’t it?”)) With his customized jeans (and by customized he means that a large part of the right leg was cut off and hemmed so that it fell over just the top of his prosthesis,) loose black boat neck sweater, and black Converse, he really did look the part.
They didn’t need to explore the entire town in one day, that would be boring anyway; it was much better to take their time and check out some of the places they discovered. ((“Plus,”)) he didn’t want to admit this but it was better to be forthright about a problem than try to skirt around it, ((“I’m getting one hell of a nicotine craving. That chain smoking mover did not help at all.”)) It had been close to a year since he quit, at Hei-chan’s request of course, but going cold turkey on a four year addiction had been a nightmare. Didn’t help that he had been prescribed addictive medication and his brain was looking for a replacement habit. All things considered if the medicine ever became a problem, he might have to go back to smoking for a little bit just so he wasn’t depriving his system of all of its guilty pleasures. Oh who was he kidding? He’d probably just end up a wreck until his darling husband saved him. All of that psychology aside, he gently lead Hei-chan over to the cafe, a sense of relief poking him as he walked in the door.
The trip they took was a long one for many reasons. It felt a little bittersweet to be parting from his son and friends. They all had their own paths to go down, and so much to learn. But he will always miss his bickering with Seiji, playing games on family night with everyone, and hearing his son singing early in the morning as he made them breakfast. He will miss helping Dai-chan in Gym class, eating lunches in Seiji's classroom with Mitsu-chan. The laughing, the joy, the pain and the hard moments. Special memories that he will remind Mitsuru of on their usual calls. And you KNOW he will definitely bug the crap out of Seiji the first chance he gets to make sure he is not luring Mitsuru into some place dangerous. Everyone already knows that his luck with relationships is nil at this point. "A café sounds nice. I certainly hope they do have tea and coffee. Wouldn't be much of a café otherwise." It will be a nice break from all of the packing, moving and unpacking. He really dislikes the moving process. He's had to do it so many times in his lifetime already.
While his husband has a darker attire, the father of two instead has his long hair pulled back into a ponytail, a lilac jacket over a baby blue v-neck, white skinny jeans, and light gray converse on his own feet. Heisuke's closet is basically what a rainbow puking out pastel colors would look like. With the occasional indigo, dark blue, black or brown sprinkled in there. "I know it was a tough ride for you to get here, but I appreciate you pushing through it for me. My health may be better, but smoke still tends to make me go into coughing fits. Probably the trauma of the illness the curse gave me." Muscle memory in a sense almost.
Moving closer to his husband as they walk, he links their arms together and steps inside with Daisuke. It is always fascinating to see the places that are so different from their previous town. He was certain that the types of coffee and the menu in general are also different. But as they looked around and then eventually made their way to the counter, he was relieved to know that it really wasn't that different. It is a comfortable café with a nice selection that he can easily grow used to visiting. "A muffin and Cappuccino sound amazing. Mitsu-chan isn't here to chastise me over my diet either~ I am perfectly capable of eating whatever I want and not get fat." He says this, but they both know that wasn't the concern at the time. It was more the concern of him dying and trying to push it off as long as they could. Now he is perfectly healthy, save for some minor "glitches" here and there. "What are you going to get Dai-chan?"
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Yeah…he had absolutely no comeback for that one. Of course it would have both and his weak attempt at cutely enticing his husband to come in just ended up making him sound dumb. Maybe he should have taken more lessons from Nils on how to social? Fortunately, Hei-chan was kind enough to not point out just how dumb it sounded, and thus not shatter what little pride Daisuke had as a romantic. ”You don’t have to thank me, I would have done it eventually anyway if only to protect your health. ’Sides, at this point putting up with my bitchiness outweighs any problems I’ve had over it,” the last part he said with a wry little grin. He had never lashed out at Hei-chan during one of his fits, but Daisuke’s patience had gone from reasonable to non-existent plenty enough times or he had gotten pissed over the tiniest of things, and poor Hei-chan had to run damage control (packed away in boxes were some appliances who owed their life to him at this point.) But the worst of it was behind them now and he generally only had serious fits when he was stressed or furious. The whole packing and moving process had stressed him out, but worse was leaving his parents and twin and sister-in-law and two tiny nephews behind. No point in thinking about that now, what’s done is done and this will be better for everyone. The cafe seemed a bit generic, but he supposed that was preferable to completely alien and off-putting. ”Given who all was doing the cooking around there, even a skeleton would have to watch their waistline. I had to keep active all of the time to avoid gaining most of the weight.” At least he had been thin yet fit to begin with, now he was not quite as thin with slightly more defined muscles. ”If that’s the look you want I won’t stop you. Who knows, could be cute. But I’m always willing to play drill sergeant just in case.” He was mostly teasing, though of course if Hei-chan wanted to change his body in any way Daisuke would support him completely. And yes, he knew that wasn’t the real reason Mitsu had been so careful with him, hell, Daisuke had been a fervent supporter of Mitsu’s efforts to keep his dad going as long as possible. But just like he did not like for people to remind him of how bad off he had been after the war, he knew Hei-chan didn’t care to be reminded of how he almost died from terminal illness. Some things were just too depressing to relive. But back to happy thoughts-
He had been thinking about getting something to eat too, but after reminding himself he wasn’t exactly in the shape he was hoping for, he decided against it. ”I’ll probably just get tea” he said with just a pinch of unintentional dismay. If he wanted to even hope to get back on the field in any sort of competitive way, he needed to be as fit and light as he could possibly be, only then would he ease up the strain on his spine but still have enough endurance to stay on the field for the whole game. Lingering on it no longer he put their order in and paid for everything himself. Movies had taught him it was often considered a friendly gesture to pick up someone else’s bill, though he supposed it lost some of its effect when the money was coming out of the same financial pool either way. Right near the counter was a toothpick dispenser, and the moment the barista turned her back, Daisuke hit the little lever a few times and withdrew five toothpicks which were immediately tucked into a pocket. ”Mine are in a box somewhere,” he said, trying to excuse himself of any wrongdoing, but he still felt cheap and guilty. Guilty enough that as soon as they got their order he scooted away from the counter as quickly as he could without practically screaming he had stolen something. ”How about a window seat?” he asked so he wasn’t just lurking in the middle of the room awkwardly.
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My languages will be noted as follows: English, ((Japanese)), [[German]]
Flirting is still something that Heisuke feels he needs practice with, but it doesn't seem to stop him from doing it anyways. It is never a dull moment with Daisuke. Whether it is them both awkwardly learning how to do things together after getting married so quickly in their relationship, or helping one another cope through their traumas in a healthy way. Each day was new and something exciting, even the tough times. "I still appreciate it just the same. I know that moving away from your family isn't easy, but we can always visit in the future. I just...needed the distance from my past." It felt stifling and impossible to recover from his own trauma when he was constantly reminded of it. Everyday that he saw some place familiar or got stopped by an old colleague he once knew. It was like a punch to his gut. He needed a change. He just hopes that this change is good for them both. "if Seiji heard you say that, he would have stopped feeding you at all and death glared at you. Mitsuru would probably get flustered and feel bad. He loves to cook, and sometimes gets enthusiastic. I think he also often forgot that not everyone is as big as he is, and may not need to eat as much as he does to survive." He chuckles at the thought of how his son shot up in height almost overnight.
He gives Daisuke a nudge with a smile and a faint blush. "I am not that careless with my diet! I still work out." As if he needs to prove a point, he flexes before promptly pouting when he remembers that he is wearing a jacket. "You know! You have seen my muscles. Just imagine them! Unfortunately for you, I will not bother these poor people with the sight of my hard work. There is always home.~"
He nods and approaches with Daisuke, putting in his order alongside the man. While Daisuke pays, Heisuke looks around the shop a little more, deciding that this might be a frequent place whenever he went jogging around to tour the city more. "You don't have to look so guilty Dai-chan. They are free." He grins at his husband, who was looking more and more guilt ridden over toothpicks the more they stood there. So, he decides to spare the poor man's guilty conscience and takes his freehand to lead him towards the window seat that looked the most quiet and appealing. "So, while we are sitting here enjoying our treats, have you thought about what field of work you want to go into now? Will you stick with teaching?"
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They both needed some distance from their past. Every time he saw someone who may have fought alongside him a wave of anxiety and guilt would wash over him, and it was all he could do to not flee the situation and hide away for centuries on end. ”At least I didn’t almost kill or kill the loved one of anyone over here.” Well s**t, he hadn’t meant to phrase things in a way that would make Seiji mad, so it was a damn good thing he hadn’t ever said anything about it before. Though as far as the muscles and diet was concerned…((”I’m rather glad you were thwarted, I don’t want to have to fight off a horde of drooling admirers after only two days in town. At least give me a week before I have to carry a taser on me at all times.”)) The sudden language change might have shocked any eavesdroppers, but it was because of them that he did it: threatening to beat people up, even if only joking, was a terrible way to settle in to a new neighborhood. At least now only the people who spoke Japanese would know his plot. (("I would like refresher course, I think there is a square micrometer of detail I've forgotten." )) That wasn't incriminating, but at the same time he didn't want to let anyone else in on their flirtations, so what better way to keep people out than a language barrier.
Even if the toothpicks were free, generally it was one per person, not a small handful. ”True, but it’s still awkward. I feel like I’m breaking a societal more.” But enough about making his perpetually guilty conscience even more guilty. He settled into the indicated seat, careful not to spill anything, though at least the load was fairly light and didn’t tax his nerves. ”I would like to, but I don’t think that is really an option. I’m not sure what loophole was found before, but technically speaking I do not have the qualifications to teach anything in a school setting, not even gym. For now I'll just go with what I can get and, hopefully, get all of the requirements out of the way to get back into education. Who knows, maybe they'll need someone to teach German around here." That would be a lot nicer, teaching something he was still competent with, and maybe on the side he could..."give up on that one. You'll never realize that dream no matter how much you alter it, so just give up before your hopes get crushed."”What about you? Are you going back to teaching as well?” He hoped so. Hei-chan always seemed so happy when he was working with kids and he had a real knack with them. It would be a shame to let that talent go to waste.
GENERAL STATS ❅❅❅❅☆═━┈┈━═☆ ⊹⊱⋛⋋ Zayid Amir ☬ 1417 Doux Occupation: Pet Handler at Cat's Meow Where: Moonbucks Cafe Dating: In a relationship with Abu Ayuba Status: Healthy, content Thoughts: - ⋌⋚⊰⊹ ❅❅❅❅☆═━┈┈━═☆
CURRENT EQUIPMENT:
MH: - Armor: -
100/100 HP
It's pretty cold outside today. Zayid looked around and closed his jacket further as he thought those words. For someone that was used to a warmer climate originally, he never did adjust to Texas, it was cold at least. In fact Zayid wondered what had gotten into him to even go outside today. But the moment he walked into the street adjacent to the cafe and the whiff of coffee came toward him he smiled. That was what he came for! And that was quite a compliment coming from the Arabian. He knew good coffee and Moonbucks provided it. With a smile on his lips, Zayid walked to the cafe and opened the door. Pretty much immediately the scent of coffee increased tenfold and it was heavenly. The young man walked inside and closed the door. The comfortable warmth of the cafe did him well. Zayid walked to the counter to order his coffee, looking at the people already gathered here. It would seem that he wasn't the only one with the plan to enjoy a cup here. Not that he minded.
When he got to the counter he flagged down one of the employees. He came here quite regularly, he knew the offers. Zayid ordered his usual strong coffee but without anything to eat. Zayid was quite serious about his health after all. He had a member card for the gym and when Zayid was wearing t-shirts, his training showed. The Arabian walked to the last unoccupied table and sat down. Once his coffee was ready he would take his time to drink it. All the while looking around at the people here. You could learn so much from observing alone. He would pick up conversation snippets but wouldn't misuse them. And it wasn't like he was trying to hear, but catching parts was inevitable so Zayid.
It had been weeks since the incident with the ghouls and abductions, things had returned to normal more or less, but Rowan still felt a little frayed from it all. She had been out, trying to escape her own thoughts when she had met the other woman in Cerise, but even doing so didn't seem to help. She had tried to think hard on how to thank Vitessa for saving her while she had been out. And thankfully they had managed to return her sword to her as well. The relief that had flooded her when she grasped the sword in her hands again was like she was given air for the first time after being depraved for so long. They had exchanged numbers and even though Rowan was hesitant due to her rather quiet nature, she had asked the other woman out for a cup of coffee. Well, tea in particular for Rowan. Having made her way to Moonbucks earlier, Rowan chewed her thumb nail anxiously and stood in line. Would she think it rude of her if she got her drink first? Hopefully not, she felt awkward just sitting in the cafe with nothing to drink or eat and it would be hard for her to wait in the line with Vitessa as well. She was not used to social interactions, her upbringing was odd enough as it was and it hadn't gotten much better when she had left home. Shaking her head to free herself of what she considered troubling thoughts, she ordered her drink and got a muffin to go with it. Grabbing her drink when it was ready, Rowan went and found a nice spot where the sun was bright and warming from where they would sit. Quite the contrast to the coolness of outside.
