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deercountry2022-05-12 08:32 pm
stealhearted) wrote in deercountry2022-05-12 08:32 pm
you're the sunflower (i think your love would be too much)
Who: akira kurusu & friends (open to everyone. make friends. or enemies.)
What: Hijinks.
When: throughout the month catch-all
Where: god only knows
Content Warnings: Flowers growing on body parts, frogs. So many frogs.
i; beginning of the month
[ Akira has a problem. Which is: his hair. It's getting long. It's getting too long. His hair has gone from "fashionably unkempt" to "just unkempt" to "a tangled mess" to "slowly gaining sentience", and it took so long to dry after his last bath that he was genuinely afraid it was going to mold.
So he's sitting outside with scissors, and he--
Is he about to try to cut his own hair? Without a mirror? Given the way he's pulling it into a weird ponytail, it sure looks like it. He pulls a curl taught and then raises the scissors. Oh god, don't let him do it. ]
ii; plantlife and you!
[ Akira didn't notice when he brushed against a weird flower, you understand. He hasn't quite gotten used to having to watch every step he takes in his daily life, so he brushes against a weird little vine and thinks nothing of it. He brushes it off.
Or he thinks he does.
He doesn't pay much attention to it after that-- not until later, when there's another flower and he's taken his pants off and he's trying to figure out why he's suddenly become a flower. But it's not the weirdest thing ever. It seems fine. He's vaguely aware that it shouldn't seem fine, but it's totally fine.
He goes to sleep.
The next day finds him outside, looking up, dazed, at the sky, before trying to take a step forward and walking straight into a pole with a resounding 'tonk!' noise. ]
[ closed to housemates only ]
[ Akira is, in the morning, surprisingly functional -- but he still always veers straight into the kitchen to make coffee first thing. It's a nice little ritual and no one ever bothers him and it's always the same, even if his skin is peeling off or he's been kidnapped or Akechi is being particularly uncharitable or whatever.
It's fine. It's nice. Coffee has literally never hurt him.
So he brews a cup. He sits down. He takes a sip.
And then--
He yelps, jumping back to his feet, as frogs come leaping out of his pockets. Dozens of frogs, who look as offended to be in Akira's pockets as Akira is to find them in his pockets. ]
Wha--
[ He raises the coffee above his head to save it and just watches the frogs in bafflement as they spread across the kitchen.
Finally, he calls out a warning: ]
Frogs!
What: Hijinks.
When: throughout the month catch-all
Where: god only knows
Content Warnings: Flowers growing on body parts, frogs. So many frogs.
i; beginning of the month
[ Akira has a problem. Which is: his hair. It's getting long. It's getting too long. His hair has gone from "fashionably unkempt" to "just unkempt" to "a tangled mess" to "slowly gaining sentience", and it took so long to dry after his last bath that he was genuinely afraid it was going to mold.
So he's sitting outside with scissors, and he--
Is he about to try to cut his own hair? Without a mirror? Given the way he's pulling it into a weird ponytail, it sure looks like it. He pulls a curl taught and then raises the scissors. Oh god, don't let him do it. ]
ii; plantlife and you!
[ Akira didn't notice when he brushed against a weird flower, you understand. He hasn't quite gotten used to having to watch every step he takes in his daily life, so he brushes against a weird little vine and thinks nothing of it. He brushes it off.
Or he thinks he does.
He doesn't pay much attention to it after that-- not until later, when there's another flower and he's taken his pants off and he's trying to figure out why he's suddenly become a flower. But it's not the weirdest thing ever. It seems fine. He's vaguely aware that it shouldn't seem fine, but it's totally fine.
He goes to sleep.
The next day finds him outside, looking up, dazed, at the sky, before trying to take a step forward and walking straight into a pole with a resounding 'tonk!' noise. ]
[ closed to housemates only ]
[ Akira is, in the morning, surprisingly functional -- but he still always veers straight into the kitchen to make coffee first thing. It's a nice little ritual and no one ever bothers him and it's always the same, even if his skin is peeling off or he's been kidnapped or Akechi is being particularly uncharitable or whatever.
It's fine. It's nice. Coffee has literally never hurt him.
So he brews a cup. He sits down. He takes a sip.
And then--
He yelps, jumping back to his feet, as frogs come leaping out of his pockets. Dozens of frogs, who look as offended to be in Akira's pockets as Akira is to find them in his pockets. ]
Wha--
[ He raises the coffee above his head to save it and just watches the frogs in bafflement as they spread across the kitchen.
Finally, he calls out a warning: ]
Frogs!
ii
Okay, that's concerning. She offers a hand to him.]
You okay? That looked kind of painful.
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It... was painful. [ Is he agreeing? Is he echoing? It's a little hard to tell. He reaches up to massage his head where he hit the pole, and then leaves his hand there, twirling a piece of his hair between his fingers in contemplation. ] Thanks.
Was that always there? [ He swears there wasn't a pole there before. ]
no subject
She shrugs.]
Do you need me to walk you home? You seem a little out of it.
no subject
...have we met?