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✉ ☏ ☕ CELTY STURLUSON

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//PROFILE: full
- Age (Physical): Early 20's
- Height: 174 cm (5'8.5'')
- Occupation: Vehicle Mechanic, part-time Gourmet Chef, deliverer at Thistle Do Nicely

//INVENTORY:
- initial: her bodysuit, her helmet, her cellphone

//OTHER:
Living Arrangements: Apartment
CYbuddy: N/A

code credit: hoasen

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[helmets]

[ she's certain that she'd like it, too; despite his tendencies to be silly, sakamoto is a kind and earnest man. he also has a knack of figuring people out pretty quickly, which she assumes is fitting, what with him being a merchant and all.

she opens the package carefully, as if afraid to tear the wrapping, and when she finally pulls it out she's a little awestruck. she wasn't really sure what she was expecting, but an apron wasn't one of them. her fingers lightly run over the cats printed on the front before putting it on. she holds her arms up in a way one does when asking for someone's opinion. ]

Does it look okay?

[kaihentai]

[Thankfully, he had picked up the apron on his way to work, or Zura would have certainly stolen it.

Celty's question startles him, and he can't help but stare when he's presented with the opportunity. Perhaps it's rude, but it really is something to see a woman wearing what he picked out.

Seconds pass by, and his cheeks are definitely a redder color than they were at the start of all this. Is he supposed to say something? Oiiiii, idiot! Talk. Talk!]

A-adorable.

[helmets]

[ oh. he's blushing.

it's a little embarrassing seeing him staring at her like that, but surprisingly, a part of her doesn't mind. more smoke flares up briefly from her neck at his compliment as she twists her fingers in the hem of the apron. how does she thank him? just saying "thank you" won't be enough.

eventually, she steps closer to him and wraps her arms around his neck in a hug, pushing herself up on the balls of her feet to press the side of her neck against his shoulder. ]

1/?

[kaihentai]

[IS SHE-]

2/?

[kaihentai]

[SHE IS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

3/?

[kaihentai]

[THIS IS A HUG FROM A BEAUTIFUL GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!

is he dead where is the grim reaper is this a dream]

4/?

[kaihentai]

[Ah, so that's what her breasts feel like-]

5/6

[kaihentai]

[HOLY SHIT SHE'S NOT WEARING A BRA! THIS IS BETTER THAN CHRISTMAS. FUCK CHRISTMAS. FUCK U SANTA]

6/6

[kaihentai]

[Sweat trickles down the back of his neck, and he laughs once again as he wraps his arms around her.

All this excitement, just from a hug? Boy, does he have it bad.]

T-thank you.

[he is ded]

[helmets]

[ he's so warm and it feels nice to be held against him, pressed up against his chest. she leans into him a little more, fingers curling lightly into the fabric of his clothes.

but, wait. he's sweating? and thanking her? she pulls back just enough to see his face. ]

Are you alright?

[kaihentai]

[He spits it out way, way too fast, before he can shut his damn mouth-]

You have great breasts.

[THAT HUG WAS SO DAMN CUTE. FUCK. WHY YOU GOTTA GO AND SCREW IT UP]

[helmets]

[ you have great breasts.

oh my god. ]

[helmets]

[ there are too many things going on right now. what does she say to that? what should she say to that? how should she even feel about it? did he think her breasts weren't great before? breasts are just breasts though? why is it a big deal? she thought hers were normal and not particularly great? does it even matter? ]

[helmets]

[ but her embarrassment catches up to her and she jerks out of his hold, hand reflexively hitting him in the side. ]

[kaihentai]

[As soon as her elbow jabs into his ribcage, the pain that surges through his body is enough to make him realize what he's done. Sakamoto falls over and onto the floor, lying limp for a good minute or so.

There's no dirt here, they're inside, so he can't bury himself in it. There is no way to hide his shame. As he rolls over to one side, he catches sight of a very familiar thing.]

Ah, the garbage. Just where I belong.

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[helmets]

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[helmets]

[ she leans down a little after a moment or two, checking to see if he's okay. but she knows he's dealt with much worse, having rescued him that time at the photo convention. so, she simply offers him a hand and a: ]

I'm sorry.

[kaihentai]

Haha! What're you apologizing for?

[He takes her hand all too quickly, biting his tongue. He'd like to ask if she wants to try again, he's tempted to pull her down to the floor with him, but Celty has already shown that she isn't that type of girl.

Jokes aside, she seemed comfortable pressed up against his chest. It's strange it's strange because he can't run his hands through her hair or cup her cheek with his palm, can't kiss her on the lips or nose or eyelids or anything like that.

This is for the best. This way, he won't do anything more idiotic.]

I was the one bein' stupid.

[helmets]

[ she was comfortable against him. maybe a little too comfortable, if she was being honest. but she pulls him up easily, waves her free hand a little in a dismissive gesture. ]

It's alright. I invited you and here I am, hurting you. That's no way to treat a guest.

[ the nerves come back again, briefly, as she rubs the back of her neck. ]

If you don't mind waiting, I can get started on dinner?

[kaihentai]

I may be a guest, but it's your house! If I don't play by your rules, you have every right to slap me around.

[...Sakamoto.

(ok he may have enjoyed the roughhousing in very gross ways)]

Sure! Go ahead. Take as long as you want! I like spendin' time with ya.

[helmets]

Thank you.

[ ah... it's been a while since she's cooked for anyone. ]

Do you have any requests?

[kaihentai]

Beats me! Whatever you wanna cook. I like surprises!

[Was she speaking? He's pretty distracted by the sight of her in that apron. If she has no head, how does she taste her stuff? Mmmmm.]

You look real cute in that apron.

[Maybe she loves seeing the other person enjoy their meal.]

[helmets]

Okay. Thank you.

[ he needs to stop? saying those things?? instead of figuring out what else to say, she just escapes into the kitchen. she takes a moment to look at the groceries in the fridge before deciding on udon. that should be a safe choice.

though she can't exactly taste her food, years of raising shinra had perfected her technique, enough so that she's able to estimate the right amount of seasoning no matter what she makes. also, dullahan powers are handy when it comes to chopping things and doing multiple things at once. ]

[kaihentai]

[Sakamoto snickers as she turns away. Without asking, he finds himself a seat at the table, resting his head in his hand as he admires the view of her lovely backside. WHAT A FUCKIN G RAT]

So! How'd you learn to cook, anyway? If you can't eat.

[Teasing:]

Have a boyfriend I don't know about? Ah! Would that make me-

[Sakamoto pauses for dramatic effect.]

A homewrecker?

[helmets]

[ unaware of his ulterior motives, she keeps her back to him as she continues to work. the "homewrecker" comment does make her cringe a little; well, it's not as if shinra really is her son. it's Complicated. ]

I babysat for a friend of mine when I moved to Japan. He's a surgeon, so he works long hours and doesn't have a lot of time to take care of his son. I learned how to cook for him on my own.

[ it's not really a lie. ]