Asahi Brutus

[HIS blushing made /him/ blush.]

I don't have anything planned for us, I just...want to be around you.

Ah uh… I.

Just want to spend time with you.

@farmiestofdaniels.bsky.social

Are you busy, Kieren?

//I've been trying! <3

//thanks!! seriously though, I'm feeling much better, now that i'm no longer fighting an eternal infection. Biggest issue now is just getting caught up on my late homework and making sure I dont bust myself open like a pinata at work LOL

Hm. Subjective I suppose. He has his moments...

[Is that a blush on his face?]

Not /nearly/ as much as you are. Not by a long shot.

last 2 decades and some years. It only recently started causing me issues, but it became bad enough that it started to become a detriment to my health, so out the bitch went!

now i have a backwards ? on my butt. or the square root symbol, depending on how you look at it lkjb

// YEAH!! I'M FANTASTIC ACTUALLY!

so, story time on surgery: when I was in second grade, my best friend (at the time) decided instead of getting my attention by touching me, would stab me in the butt with her pencil!

I had a small 1.5mm chunk of pencil graphite that just hung out there for the+

//sorry I’ve been mostly absent on everything lately. Had surgery and now I gotta work on missing assignments for one of my classes… I need a pause button.

Please lemme know if I have any outstanding replies I need to make on here or anyone else I write <3

Sure. Anything can be a fetish. You have a fetish for me and anything relating to me.

Baking for you.

[grabbing their face. GRABBING THEIR FACE!!!]

You cannot go around telling people I have a foot fetish when I DO NOT!

I may have other fetishes, but the foot is /not/ one of them!

[He rather dramatically hikes up his pant leg to show the scars left from Izumi's claws, gesturing to them as if he was showing something expensive off to a prospective customer.]

Because I got tired of my legs getting gored in the middle of the night by them!

You are not.

You are saying Lord Zenos, and I have a foot fetish, and you are telling me to ignore it.

[He looked nervous for a moment before smirking, putting his hands on his hips at the praise.]

I’ve been practicing.

[He grabbed the top of the cloche and caaaarefully lifted it. Underneath was… a cake! A rather good looking one at that, complete with Izumi’s favorite fruit.]

I.

No??

That’s not.

Izumi!

???????????????????????

[He brings the covered gift over to the table. His apron is stained in various colors from whatever he had been doing in the kitchen.]

I've made you your favorite.

[He looked quite pleased with himself as he set it on the table in front of Izumi.]

[For once, he's ready for them to pounce!]

If you pounce, you'll destroy your gift!

skulking around

"You are insufferable at times, Amon."

He shook his head, turning to Izumi.

"We'll be quiet."

~fade to black, there's nothing to see here~

Asahi groaned loudly, his head dropping backwards so that he might stare up at the ceiling.

"He's right, Izumi... We really have no better option, and I do not want to risk waiting it out and you suddenly dying in some horrific way."

who may have been around listening to their conversation.

Asahi's cheeks turned pink.

"You're joking. You have /got/ to be joking, Amon." He rubbed his face with his other hand, groaning loudly. "You're not joking. I don't think I could even get it up, knowing where we are right now!"

He hissed, trying to keep his tone low enough not to alert any scions+

draw it out, isn't there, Izumi?"

His hand found theirs, and held it. He even reached for Amon's, to show they were both there to support in whatever capacity was needed.

"Thanks." Asahi repositioned himself with Amon's help, then leaned into Izumi. "While I am not opposed to that, I do not think our teeth are sharp enough to penetrate Izumi's skin like that..." He looked at Izumi, then to Amon. Ultimately, back to Izumi with a soft sigh.

"There's a better way to+

He allows them to tug him down to lay. He shifted them carefully, cradling them in his arms. He tucked their head under his chin and shushed softly.

“Amon cares about you. He may not show it outwardly, but he does.”

His arm gently squeezed them, trying to comfort.

….bzz, bzz……..

[his face is red]