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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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[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.

1/2

[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. ]

[kaihentai]

[HAS HE BEEN ONE-UPPED! Immediately, all of the muscles in Sakamoto's body grow stiff.]

S-surgeon? Did you say surgeon?

[SO HE'S SMART! AND PROBABLY HANDSOME??? WITH A SON-

THAT SHE FED WITH HER BEAUTIFUL HANDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

2/2

[kaihentai]

[what else did her beautiful hands touch

how many bases did they pass? there's no crying in baseball]

[helmets]

[ her neck turns in his direction briefly as she scoops the vegetables into the broth. he sounds... upset? ]

Yes? Is there a problem?

[ calm yourself, saka. shingen is so old, ok. ]

[kaihentai]

[He might have been a silver fox.

There's an uncomfortable silence between them, although Sakamoto breaks it in a moment. After all, he can never really stop talking.]

S-so! This friend of yours... On a scale of 1 to 10, how close would you say you were? Emotionally? Physically?!

[helmets]

[ a silver fox wearing a gas mask.

but she takes a moment to consider his question while stirring the noodles. she hardly saw shingen on a regular basis and usually he'd only come back when he needed something from her. calling him a friend is actually kind of a stretch, really. ]

Physically, one. Emotionally... I'd say one as well. To be honest, we hardly saw each other and we didn't talk very often.

[kaihentai]

[...What?

Sakamoto looks worried, blinking once or twice as he processes this. So a person she essentially worked for wasn't close to her at all? He's tempted to ask if this labor was paid for, but he decides against it.]

You barely knew him.

[He tilts his head to the side.]

He must've been really good looking, for you to have stayed with him that long...

[Did she have nowhere else to go?]

[helmets]

Something was taken from me a very long time ago. I didn't know how long my search in Japan would take, so he had let me stay in his apartment on the condition that I let him perform an autopsy on me and that I take care of his son in his stead.

[ later, she would discover that shingen was the one who took her head all those years ago. ]

I don't know if he's good looking or not. He wore a gas mask each time I saw him.

[kaihentai]

[It looks as though he's actually serious about all this, until=]

An autopsy...!

So he's seen you naked?

[helmets]

[ really, sakamoto. are you really going there. ]

Yes.

[kaihentai]

[Sakamoto slams his fist on the table. Unfortunately, it's a knee-jerk reaction (and his knee actually does jerk upwards in the process).]

That fiend!