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Genji knows that now a harem wouldn't quite be as attractive as it sounds - so he simply nods, but grins when Belias suggests a date.
"I would be happy to make it a date with you in the future," he tells him. Ramen gives a little chuckle that somehow indicates she expected this result all along.
"In the meantime, shall we plant some trees? I think we will be able to make sure they grow strong."
"I would be happy to make it a date with you in the future," he tells him. Ramen gives a little chuckle that somehow indicates she expected this result all along.
"In the meantime, shall we plant some trees? I think we will be able to make sure they grow strong."
"Yes, please." He gave Ramen a little rub on her head, looking at her with a skeptical smile - what was this 'all as planned' aura he was getting from her...? He could hear Nisha give a pleased woof as well as he relaxed and started to wonder if these little pets of theirs had orchestrated this entire thing.
Ah, no. That was impossible. "I could certainly use a bit of relaxation after the hectic few days I've had. Thank you."
Ah, no. That was impossible. "I could certainly use a bit of relaxation after the hectic few days I've had. Thank you."
[As if Mamoru will be happy about this, either. He's about strictness, pointed motion and intent, no wasteful shenanigans. Even showing off so far had a purpose - a statement towards an opponent, something to fray someone's nerves.
This has no meaning whatsoever aside that it's merely exploratory.
Mamoru moves away, twirls the blade between his fingers to shield it with the curve of his hand - half a cover, half a preparation for throwing it. The movement of his feet is no short of grace itself, practiced ease and fast, but nothing that compares to Genji.
It makes his jaw set. That there are things on the lenses of his shades going NO DATA aiming at Genji's body doesn't help. He can only see his outline, after all, but the system in his sunglasses keeps trying to identify something else.
What the fuck.] Am I right when I say I'm hearing machinery in you?
This has no meaning whatsoever aside that it's merely exploratory.
Mamoru moves away, twirls the blade between his fingers to shield it with the curve of his hand - half a cover, half a preparation for throwing it. The movement of his feet is no short of grace itself, practiced ease and fast, but nothing that compares to Genji.
It makes his jaw set. That there are things on the lenses of his shades going NO DATA aiming at Genji's body doesn't help. He can only see his outline, after all, but the system in his sunglasses keeps trying to identify something else.
What the fuck.] Am I right when I say I'm hearing machinery in you?
[ mamoru moves away, and genji takes a step back as well, hand going to the edge of his wakazashi in preparation to deflect the blade if it's thrown. his hand doesn't leave when mamoru speaks to him, but he does tilt his head a little bit. ]
You would be correct. But it should not be something you are able to hear.
[ he's not going to elaborate just yet, though he's not shy of his cyborg nature. ]
You would be correct. But it should not be something you are able to hear.
[ he's not going to elaborate just yet, though he's not shy of his cyborg nature. ]
[Usually Mamoru doesn't do this.
This showing off, stance at the ready, that honestly has no purpose aside from the fact that he had his knife back.
He almost has half a mind to put it back on the strap underneath his jacket. Where it belonged.
Closing time.
Except that, and the way Genji holds the short sword in his hand. That urges on a will to test things further.
His thumb makes the blade twirl between his two fingers pensively as if considering the idea of throwing it again. It makes his breath hitch just a tad, adrenaline going.]
I guess you could say I'm cheating.
This showing off, stance at the ready, that honestly has no purpose aside from the fact that he had his knife back.
He almost has half a mind to put it back on the strap underneath his jacket. Where it belonged.
Closing time.
Except that, and the way Genji holds the short sword in his hand. That urges on a will to test things further.
His thumb makes the blade twirl between his two fingers pensively as if considering the idea of throwing it again. It makes his breath hitch just a tad, adrenaline going.]
I guess you could say I'm cheating.
[ genji can't say he doesn't do this, but usually a full on spar in the middle of a crisis situation over a stolen knife? that's not his style.
stealing isn't his style either, though, admittedly.
when mamoru says he's cheating a bit, genji tilts his head to the other side, ears perking forward as if he can hear mamoru doing so. then he chuckles. ]
Well, your cheating has determined correctly. I am missing my legs and left arm; these are artificial under the armor.
[ he wiggles a foot, before setting it sturdy down on the ground. ]
stealing isn't his style either, though, admittedly.
when mamoru says he's cheating a bit, genji tilts his head to the other side, ears perking forward as if he can hear mamoru doing so. then he chuckles. ]
Well, your cheating has determined correctly. I am missing my legs and left arm; these are artificial under the armor.
[ he wiggles a foot, before setting it sturdy down on the ground. ]
Is it silly to feel relieved? Perhaps a little. It's nothing they didn't know of one another after the discussion they felt the need to have, to clarify their footing in this place where intimacies were expected and encouraged, and they naturally gravitated to one another. But others, as well. Particularly Angela, who can never stop herself from extending a helping hand and looking for reasons to adore others around her. Angela tucks the flower he gave her up over her ear and leans against his left, legs unfurling to her left side, giving him her weight and her warmth.
"Well, you're quite ferocious. I think I rather liked the outside. He had such a bright grin." The instructor goes on about the story they're to be weaving, protective dragons with their gardens and their flowers blessed by the moon, so on and so forth. It's far more fun to be teasing her friend. "It sounds like you had better treasure it, then, before any other dragons come along and pluck it from you. Roots and all."
She knows he's speaking of her, so her head comes to rest on his shoulder and tips back, nose crinkling. It's her amusement and her gratitude wrapped up in a single look, smiling at him.
"Well, you're quite ferocious. I think I rather liked the outside. He had such a bright grin." The instructor goes on about the story they're to be weaving, protective dragons with their gardens and their flowers blessed by the moon, so on and so forth. It's far more fun to be teasing her friend. "It sounds like you had better treasure it, then, before any other dragons come along and pluck it from you. Roots and all."
She knows he's speaking of her, so her head comes to rest on his shoulder and tips back, nose crinkling. It's her amusement and her gratitude wrapped up in a single look, smiling at him.
Prosthetics, huh? [That wasn't entirely new to Mamoru. There was a big player back home with something similar, the kind that deflects bullets with his hand.
This, however, felt more seamless than what The Aegis had, though. A liquid precision to it, adding something to otherwise human movements (even if entirely OP lbr). Almost no room for error.
The ears, though. That can't be right.] Take it those aren't artificial, though.
This, however, felt more seamless than what The Aegis had, though. A liquid precision to it, adding something to otherwise human movements (even if entirely OP lbr). Almost no room for error.
The ears, though. That can't be right.] Take it those aren't artificial, though.
[ angela had wanted to give genji no loss in his quality of life - and then had made it better for combat when it was clear he'd go that route. skills he was already good with have been enhanced by it.
the question of his ears, though, has him flexing them again. ]
That would be the work of the moon. Usually what is left of my human body would transform fully - instead I have these ears and tail, despite my bracelet.
the question of his ears, though, has him flexing them again. ]
That would be the work of the moon. Usually what is left of my human body would transform fully - instead I have these ears and tail, despite my bracelet.
She leans her weight against him, and while Genji keeps part of an ear listening, most of his attention is all on her. The discussion they'd had on relationships and how unwise it would be to enter into one fully, and the decision to wait on being intimate until neither of them were affected by the moon, was one they needed to have.
He knows she has a lot of love to share with others. And he is fully secure in knowing their feelings are special - but also in keeping the relationship open. Genji knows if he were to truly enter into a relationship with Angela, that he would not be able to lay with others or be okay with Angela doing so. It's the best decision, in their positions, to do it this way.
So she teases him about other dragons plucking the flower and he wrinkles his nose as well, lifting his dragon mask up to look down at her. He leans in to bump their noses together, and then leans back.
"I know if any other dragons plucked this flower up that they would treat her right, or face the wrath of other dragons," he teases.
He knows she has a lot of love to share with others. And he is fully secure in knowing their feelings are special - but also in keeping the relationship open. Genji knows if he were to truly enter into a relationship with Angela, that he would not be able to lay with others or be okay with Angela doing so. It's the best decision, in their positions, to do it this way.
So she teases him about other dragons plucking the flower and he wrinkles his nose as well, lifting his dragon mask up to look down at her. He leans in to bump their noses together, and then leans back.
"I know if any other dragons plucked this flower up that they would treat her right, or face the wrath of other dragons," he teases.
[Huh, that makes his own head tilt as well.
He has been wearing his bracelet, too, but if this guy still manages to get features that don't belong to him still, then that meant that he wasn't just feeling like some sort of weird dental infection.
He brings a thumb to his teeth, presses to find them sharp enough to create small divots to mold the soft pad there.]
What the hell...
He has been wearing his bracelet, too, but if this guy still manages to get features that don't belong to him still, then that meant that he wasn't just feeling like some sort of weird dental infection.
He brings a thumb to his teeth, presses to find them sharp enough to create small divots to mold the soft pad there.]
What the hell...
Likewise, Genji would deserve her full attention. The full attention of anyone who wants to hold his heart in their hands, really. He deserves to be treasured for the person he is, and how wonderfully loyal and loving he is. Comfortable in who he is now, certainly, because so many have accepted him without qualm— but it didn't mean he couldn't still be hurt. That his heart wasn't human, and that he was impervious simply because some of his body was near enough to it.
She'd told him as much, here. But their affection and love was enough. Knowing they'd always be there for one another and that they were comfortable was enough. It was everything, actually. No one would replace what they are to one another, or how they feel for one another. Doctor and patient, deeply connected and twined together tight— there was no breaking that bond, either.
He tips his mask up to reveal his face only to her, hidden by the angle of his arm and the tip of his mask so the bump of his nose to hers nets him an immediate smooch in return, catching the corner of his mouth.
"I should think this flower is happy just where she is."
Leaning against him, watching a performance unfold before them, in realtime and then again slowing the moves down.
She'd told him as much, here. But their affection and love was enough. Knowing they'd always be there for one another and that they were comfortable was enough. It was everything, actually. No one would replace what they are to one another, or how they feel for one another. Doctor and patient, deeply connected and twined together tight— there was no breaking that bond, either.
He tips his mask up to reveal his face only to her, hidden by the angle of his arm and the tip of his mask so the bump of his nose to hers nets him an immediate smooch in return, catching the corner of his mouth.
"I should think this flower is happy just where she is."
Leaning against him, watching a performance unfold before them, in realtime and then again slowing the moves down.
Whatever they did was strong enough to overcome their protective measures. It's no wonder some of us and the natives have gone mad, for lack of a better word, if we didn't have them. I know a nice gentleman who nearly killed several people before I got him to stop.
[ by knocking him out, but we won't go there. he watches mamoru touch his teeth and gives a little click of his tongue. ]
I see you have not escaped it either.
[ by knocking him out, but we won't go there. he watches mamoru touch his teeth and gives a little click of his tongue. ]
I see you have not escaped it either.
( continued from here )
I'll be back - don't get lost.
[ he laughs a little as he leaves, going to retrieve some clothing. from his pile of clothes, he retrieves a face mask with a demonic jaw on it that looked familiar. from hanzo, he swipes a plain black yukata with gold edging.
then he makes his way back to the couch, both items folded in his hands with the mask on top. ]
Hopefully this should work for you?
[ his tail twitches as he grins. he's pretty sure he'll like the mask if nothing else. ]
I'll be back - don't get lost.
[ he laughs a little as he leaves, going to retrieve some clothing. from his pile of clothes, he retrieves a face mask with a demonic jaw on it that looked familiar. from hanzo, he swipes a plain black yukata with gold edging.
then he makes his way back to the couch, both items folded in his hands with the mask on top. ]
Hopefully this should work for you?
[ his tail twitches as he grins. he's pretty sure he'll like the mask if nothing else. ]
"Don't get lost.", he says.
[Yoshimitsu can't help but grumble some. Between the fire pooling in his belly and the sudden dizziness, he's not going anywhere. Alcohol is a deadly vice for most men but Yoshimitsu always avoided it like the plague. There's nothing harmful about a glass of sake but whatever the hell the Shimadas given him is borderline rocket fuel. Not that Yoshimitsu knows what rocket fuel is considering that's far after his days.
When Genji returns with both that mischievous smirk and some clothing, Yoshimitsu forces his eyes to open. Clearly the little dragon has enough common sense not to bring back the gaudiest thing from Hanzo's closet. That's a good thing.]
Not bad. [He comments as he rubs the fabric of the yukata in between his fingers.] This will do nicely.
[He then takes glances at the mask with a nod.]
You've done well, Genji. Both shall do.
[Ignoring the dizziness and all, Yoshimitsu forces himself off the hideous sofa and onto his feet. Even when drunk, Yoshimitsu remains as imposing as ever. Too bad he feels like a mere breeze could kill him now.]
[Yoshimitsu can't help but grumble some. Between the fire pooling in his belly and the sudden dizziness, he's not going anywhere. Alcohol is a deadly vice for most men but Yoshimitsu always avoided it like the plague. There's nothing harmful about a glass of sake but whatever the hell the Shimadas given him is borderline rocket fuel. Not that Yoshimitsu knows what rocket fuel is considering that's far after his days.
When Genji returns with both that mischievous smirk and some clothing, Yoshimitsu forces his eyes to open. Clearly the little dragon has enough common sense not to bring back the gaudiest thing from Hanzo's closet. That's a good thing.]
Not bad. [He comments as he rubs the fabric of the yukata in between his fingers.] This will do nicely.
[He then takes glances at the mask with a nod.]
You've done well, Genji. Both shall do.
[Ignoring the dizziness and all, Yoshimitsu forces himself off the hideous sofa and onto his feet. Even when drunk, Yoshimitsu remains as imposing as ever. Too bad he feels like a mere breeze could kill him now.]
[ imposing he may be, he can still see that he's a bit tipsy. so genji lays a hand on his arm to guide him. ]
The bathroom is this way, but you are welcome to my room if you would like a bit more space.
[ "more space" the bathrooms are huge, don't listen to him yoshimitsu. ]
The bathroom is this way, but you are welcome to my room if you would like a bit more space.
[ "more space" the bathrooms are huge, don't listen to him yoshimitsu. ]
[Please guide him, Genji. Yoshimitsu is actually a tad unsteady on his feet for once. This is a little worrisome for him but honestly, Yoshimitsu know he's in good hands. Sorta.]
The room! The room!
[Listen, that bathroom might be spacious but he has layers after layers of armor to strip off. Then he needs to store it somewhere safe while slips into something a bit more comfortable.]
Just make certain to guard the door with your life! Slay any intruders who dare sneak inside.
[Okay, he's definitely drunk.]
The room! The room!
[Listen, that bathroom might be spacious but he has layers after layers of armor to strip off. Then he needs to store it somewhere safe while slips into something a bit more comfortable.]
Just make certain to guard the door with your life! Slay any intruders who dare sneak inside.
[Okay, he's definitely drunk.]
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[ he's definitely guiding him once he realizes how far gone he is. good lord, he has about as much alcohol tolerance as genji has.
he laughs gently. ]
Oh, I'll make sure to guard the door. No one will be dishonoring you by peeking.
[ they get to the room, and when he opens the door it's very... well. it's very green. ]
Place your armor where it makes the most sense, it should be safe here.
he laughs gently. ]
Oh, I'll make sure to guard the door. No one will be dishonoring you by peeking.
[ they get to the room, and when he opens the door it's very... well. it's very green. ]
Place your armor where it makes the most sense, it should be safe here.
[Hilariously enough, Yoshimitsu seems to be this odd mix between both Shimada brothers. He almost seems to resemble Hanzo in both appearance and his core values but at the same time, Yoshimitsu is almost as fun loving as Genji here. It's something he hasn't noticed as of late but the brothers probably have.
He's a strange one but at least he's not an angry drunk. If anything, he's a giddy thing when drunk.]
You're a good man, little one. [He says drunkenly as he pats Genji mossy green mane.] A fine man worthy of a million praise!
I'll be sure to write songs in your honor---
[The Manji trails off suddenly once he catches a glimpse of this green paradise.]
...Are we in a forest?
[With this many plants around, this definitely looks like a forest to him.]
Someone has excellent tastes! No more ugly sofa.
He's a strange one but at least he's not an angry drunk. If anything, he's a giddy thing when drunk.]
You're a good man, little one. [He says drunkenly as he pats Genji mossy green mane.] A fine man worthy of a million praise!
I'll be sure to write songs in your honor---
[The Manji trails off suddenly once he catches a glimpse of this green paradise.]
...Are we in a forest?
[With this many plants around, this definitely looks like a forest to him.]
Someone has excellent tastes! No more ugly sofa.
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[ it has not escaped his notice that yoshimitsu could almost be an ancestor of theirs. he doesn't think this is so - armor wearing, sword-seeking ninja would make a mark in his family's history for sure - and he takes the pat to his hair with a grin.
genji laughs. ]
As I said, this is my room. Hanzo had the walls done when I asked, so I figured I would lean into the theme a little stronger.
[ his apartment is a little different, but also sports many plants. ]
You may compose songs about me, but wait until you're changed to do so. Do you need assistance?
genji laughs. ]
As I said, this is my room. Hanzo had the walls done when I asked, so I figured I would lean into the theme a little stronger.
[ his apartment is a little different, but also sports many plants. ]
You may compose songs about me, but wait until you're changed to do so. Do you need assistance?
"I am glad to hear that."
It is true, especially since he enjoys her company as well. She doesn't have as many research subjects here as she did back home, when he was younger - but he would just as willingly sit up to listen to her discuss what she is doing here.
He watches the instructor for a moment longer, twining their arms together and holding her hand.
"How have you been finding the festival so far, Angela?"
It is true, especially since he enjoys her company as well. She doesn't have as many research subjects here as she did back home, when he was younger - but he would just as willingly sit up to listen to her discuss what she is doing here.
He watches the instructor for a moment longer, twining their arms together and holding her hand.
"How have you been finding the festival so far, Angela?"
If only she had anything to speak of; she doesn't, not here, with few enough people to see and a promise to their confidentiality to not even speak of issues vaguely from the moonblessing interest or their effects she's observed in others. But she thinks she'd much rather spend time with him in relative silence, just sitting at his side. There was a comfort to that before, when he was still recovering, and there's comfort in it now. They're easy in each other's company. They could watch stupid things on the broadcasts here and just share their warmth.
His arm twines around hers and her fingers splay to allow his closer, her other coming to bracket his skin in her own.
"With good company? Perfectly tolerable. I have to say, however, I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. Last time it hadn't ended terribly well with the vines and everything, so I suppose staying on our toes to dance will serve us well. And yourself?"
If only she had anything to speak of; she doesn't, not here, with few enough people to see and a promise to their confidentiality to not even speak of issues vaguely from the moonblessing interest or their effects she's observed in others. But she thinks she'd much rather spend time with him in relative silence, just sitting at his side. There was a comfort to that before, when he was still recovering, and there's comfort in it now. They're easy in each other's company. They could watch stupid things on the broadcasts here and just share their warmth.
His arm twines around hers and her fingers splay to allow his closer, her other coming to bracket his skin in her own.
"With good company? Perfectly tolerable. I have to say, however, I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. Last time it hadn't ended terribly well with the vines and everything, so I suppose staying on our toes to dance will serve us well. And yourself?"
So that's why this room lacks Hanzo's fondness for drab.
[He comments almost innocently while glancing about. Surely poor Hanzo is sneezing somewhere in the house. Yoshimitsu is pretty much roasting the elder Shimada's lack of style. It's the classic case of the pot and kettle because Yoshimitsu isn't one to talk judging from the gaudy armor and mask. Then again, he'll probably argue about the craftsmanship of his armor and mask along with the various cultural significance just to prove he has taste.
Yoshimitsu is a nuisance like that.]
Assistance? Bah! I can handle this just fine---[He trails off once he realizes his nearly topples over again. The ninja thankfully doesn't fall flat on his face but the stumble clearly answers Genji's question.]
On second thought, maybe I could use a helping hand.
[He laughs loudly as he starts pulling at the clasps under his mask. His armor is very similar to that of a samurai but stylized in a way to better fit his demonic appearance without the trademark kusazuri and other recognizable tidbits. Despite how ancient his armor appears, it almost looks like a modern take of a classic kabuki costume. It's odd, to say the least. However, Genji will eventually find out that under all that armor, Yoshimitsu only wears a thin rubbery bodysuit under it all.
One that isn't forgiving at all and molds to the flesh a quite well.]
[He comments almost innocently while glancing about. Surely poor Hanzo is sneezing somewhere in the house. Yoshimitsu is pretty much roasting the elder Shimada's lack of style. It's the classic case of the pot and kettle because Yoshimitsu isn't one to talk judging from the gaudy armor and mask. Then again, he'll probably argue about the craftsmanship of his armor and mask along with the various cultural significance just to prove he has taste.
Yoshimitsu is a nuisance like that.]
Assistance? Bah! I can handle this just fine---[He trails off once he realizes his nearly topples over again. The ninja thankfully doesn't fall flat on his face but the stumble clearly answers Genji's question.]
On second thought, maybe I could use a helping hand.
[He laughs loudly as he starts pulling at the clasps under his mask. His armor is very similar to that of a samurai but stylized in a way to better fit his demonic appearance without the trademark kusazuri and other recognizable tidbits. Despite how ancient his armor appears, it almost looks like a modern take of a classic kabuki costume. It's odd, to say the least. However, Genji will eventually find out that under all that armor, Yoshimitsu only wears a thin rubbery bodysuit under it all.
One that isn't forgiving at all and molds to the flesh a quite well.]
He has traditional tastes.
[ half defensive, half agreeing. genji wouldn't call the taste drab in any sense, but it doesn't appeal to him half as much as bright colors, lights, and living things do. if he could he'd probably have a lizard in here. instead, ramen often makes her status known by knocking over things. useless lesbian lizard.
genji laughs when yoshimitsu stumbles. ]
Perhaps you could use a wheelchair, too.
[ old man. but genji steps up to undo the clasps - not so dissimilar from his own armor after a point. he carefully sets each piece aside on a carpet. he doesn't have an armor stand but now he's considering getting one, especially since yoshimitsu is beginning to be more involved in both shimada's lives.
the thin bodysuit leaves very little to the imagination, but genji only looks over that backside for a moment before he reaches out to touch the fabric on an arm. ]
Fascinating. Is it waterproof?
[ half defensive, half agreeing. genji wouldn't call the taste drab in any sense, but it doesn't appeal to him half as much as bright colors, lights, and living things do. if he could he'd probably have a lizard in here. instead, ramen often makes her status known by knocking over things. useless lesbian lizard.
genji laughs when yoshimitsu stumbles. ]
Perhaps you could use a wheelchair, too.
[ old man. but genji steps up to undo the clasps - not so dissimilar from his own armor after a point. he carefully sets each piece aside on a carpet. he doesn't have an armor stand but now he's considering getting one, especially since yoshimitsu is beginning to be more involved in both shimada's lives.
the thin bodysuit leaves very little to the imagination, but genji only looks over that backside for a moment before he reaches out to touch the fabric on an arm. ]
Fascinating. Is it waterproof?
[The way Genji is quick to defend his brother is rather adorable in Yoshimitsu's opinion. Too bad he doesn't get the chance to revel in it for long. Though, it somewhat makes him wish he had a sibling or two. Unlike the Shimadas, he's his father's only child. While Yoshimitsu had many friends growing up in his village, he was still quite lonely.]
Hm? [The sudden touch surprises him but only momentarily. He's getting used to being in Genji's presence little by little. Enough to let the other see his face and this much of him without much thought. While he feels an odd spark for Hanzo, he's starting to like Genji just as much.] For the most part, it is.
It's resistant to water but it can still get damp over time.
[He explains with a little grin. The texture of this odd fabric certainly feels rubbery but its oddly smooth as well.]
It serves to keep me warm during some of the colder nights.
Hm? [The sudden touch surprises him but only momentarily. He's getting used to being in Genji's presence little by little. Enough to let the other see his face and this much of him without much thought. While he feels an odd spark for Hanzo, he's starting to like Genji just as much.] For the most part, it is.
It's resistant to water but it can still get damp over time.
[He explains with a little grin. The texture of this odd fabric certainly feels rubbery but its oddly smooth as well.]
It serves to keep me warm during some of the colder nights.
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