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 Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2025 7:36 pm
Miyamoto didn’t need to pull his burner phone from subspace, he knew there would be a message from Lorcan on the phone, he already had plans of going to Lorcan’s with Omen in order to assure his partner that they were both alright. He knew that whatever message was on the phone would be telling him to come over asap, he knew the doctor well enough to know this, but he knew it wasn’t just because he was a doctor though he was certainly professional about these sorts of things. It would be the words of a concerned, if not worried, partner and that left something of a warm feeling in his chest. The eternal knew if he didn’t go over there that Lorcan would just walk right down the block to his home, and let himself in, so he could check on them both. Though maybe he’d drive down the block, even if it was a waste of gas, as it was freezing tonight. Rather than that, and because he didn’t want to trouble the other more than need be, the eternal would teleport over to the others home. It might be worth spending the night there anyway, he could use a good night's sleep.
A glance down to Omen, leaning down to nose at the top of the other's head, he sighed. “Cover my signature, I can’t have anyone sensing us.” That said, and knowing Omen would do as asked, it took a few moments to focus before he was teleporting right into Lorcan’s home. It wasn’t as easy to teleport, not like it should be, the bleeding had slowed but it hadn’t stopped…the strands of wire had been sharp and while not deep it was still his neck.
Powering down as soon as he arrived Kioshi stood there in nice warm clothing, a sweater and jeans, boots were on his feet and with Omen in his arms he couldn’t bend to remove his boots as he stood just inside the house. “Lorcan.” Calling out, figuring the blond would be waiting for them to arrive, he was certain the other had already gotten things prepared and ready for all manner of possible injuries.
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Posted: Sun Dec 14, 2025 4:52 pm
The message had come through plain as day, and while he might be perturbed by someone stumbling into something like that if it was anyone else, this was Kioshi and also now Omen. With all the more reason to hate the magic that seemed to spew forth with the cold weather, he had to deal with it more secondhand either through work or in personal life. With Alexandre getting into just as much reckless trouble as ever, he was glad that Kioshi tended to not follow the same trend for the most part.
The heads up gave him time to get things set up, at least in the small clinic room he had at home. From experience, anything could happen in that board game. With Omen involved, he hoped that neither of them got the bats again; his shoulder still twinged sometimes when thinking on it.
Hearing the door from down the hall, he poked his head out before giving his workspace a quick once-over. It was set up enough with the notice he had, so his priority now was to check on the two of them. “Alright, what sort of things came up this time? Are you alright, both of you?” Keeping his voice low, he wasn’t sure if something might have triggered the start of a migraine for them.
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Being carried was always nice, but with the fact that he was still sort of wet, Omen felt extra disgruntled by the teleporting. Looking up at his senshi, he focused on the task of keeping them covered even as he wiggled in their arms. “Got it.”
It was at least warm inside, and he could see one of his favourite cat towers from where Kioshi stood with him in the doorway. Wiggling more, he slunk out of Kioshi’s arms and stretched and plopped down onto the floor just as Lorcan approached. Staring up at the blond, he puffed his tail up a bit. “It wasn’t my fault!” Though it looked like they weren’t mad at least.
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Posted: Sun Dec 14, 2025 7:33 pm
With Omen out of his arms he was able to undo his boots and remove them, before stepping further into the room, a few drips of blood left on the floor as he stood up. “Omen got wet and may be cold, he may benefit from a hot soak.” Shrugging a bit as he spoke. “He did encounter bats but they didn’t seem the same as last years.” Which would be good for them all, he couldn’t imagine Omen dealing with what he had the year before.
“It wasn’t as bad this year, I assume we simply got lucky with our dice rolls.” As opposed to last year, when he and Lorcan had gotten stuck with the boardgame. Though his cheek was bloody, with it smeared against his fair skin, his neck was mostly covered by the sweater so he did pull the collar down. “I did have an incident on one square, sharp wires.” Which meant clean cuts, minimal pain, and while he didn’t think the cuts were deep they could have been for all he knew.
“My sweater is staining.” Which meant trying to get the blood out…or giving up. Take his time in closing the distance between himself and Lorcan he let his arms loosely drape over the others shoulders. “”You won’t mind if we stay the night.” There really was no need to ask, he doubted Lorcan would mind, even as he glanced towards Omen. “I owe him some gifts for being good.” Even if he was the one who had gotten them into the game, he hadn’t known any better. At least next year Omen would avoid dice of any kind, he was certain of that.
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Posted: Sun Dec 14, 2025 8:12 pm
While he did love Kioshi, the idea of bathing a cat, even a mauvian, had a tight frown forming on his face for a moment before he resigned himself to what would have to happen anyway. The least he could do is figure out how best to deal with all that, at least from the sound of it and from what he could see, Kioshi could help in that endevour.
Eyeing the large mauvian as they tried to slink towards the cat tree, he clicked his tongue and then picked them up carefully, making sure to feel for anything broken even as Omen complained. “Nothing feels broken, so that’s good.” Shifting to hold Omen a bit better, he leaned in a bit closer and thumbed at the small laceration on Kioshi’s cheek. It looked clean, too clean, but that would mean it would heal better.
“Take it off. I can soak it in the sink with some solution while you help me with Omen. I’m glad that it’s just this; last year was horrible.” Maybe because he had to see it all first hand without being able to help, or maybe because they had been unlucky. With his dislike of magic, he almost felt like it had been so bad just to spite him.
“Yes, stay the night, I want to make sure you’re both alright, then we can order something for delivery if you want.” Looking down at Omen with that last comment, he started down the hall and past the clinic towards the bathroom.
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“Stopppp hey hey hey no I want up there!” Whined Omen. Getting manhandled by Lorcan was annoying, and some of the scratches under his fur stung as the man’s fingers ran over them. While he might have otherwise hissed, he got to see the blood on Kioshi and just accepted things even if he didn’t like them. Lorcan was just trying to help, and it sucked.
At the mention of bath, he was only slightly less pissed, his tail flicking back and forth beneath him as Lorcan shifted how he was being held. “Yes, bath time! That nice soap! And toys!” Pawing at Lorcan, trying to get what he wanted, his ears perked up at the mention of gifts and being good. SO he would get a nice brushing, new toys, and something warm to eat, okay, maybe it was worth all the scary stuff he’d seen.
“Yes, chewy order and food! Lots of it, I’m cold. Heating pad too.”
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Posted: Sun Dec 14, 2025 8:14 pm
He knew the other wouldn’t be pleased at the idea of bathing Omen, the cat hair and all that, even if he wasn’t allergic to the mauvian. It was still a sanitary thing which he understood. Kioshi also accepted certain things, like this, because it meant a cleaner cat with less mats and less hairs around his home once washed and brushed out. It was the better option, and he could clean the bathtub out easily enough, in the end it had the better outcome.
Falling in line at his partner's side, as Lorcan had gone and scooped up Omen, he nodded his head. “I’ll clean the tub out once the bath is done. It won’t be hard gathering wet cat hair to remove it all. We can properly, and more fully, clean things in the morning.” Tonight he wanted to rest, even put on a movie, as he’d had a rather eventful night and not in a good way - not like attacking a senshi or a knight.
“Food sounds good.” So did being warm, since he was cold, though he hadn’t been dipped into ice cold water like Omen had been. But bundling up in some warm clothing did sound nice. Thinking about clothing…he pulled off his sweater and held onto it so he could get it soaking in the sink in the hopes of saving it. He didn’t think, for a moment, about the new ink on his back as he bumped into Lorcan’s side gently. “I hope my text didn’t worry you.”
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