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(open) november catch all!
who: fushimi and you! please come cuddle him.
when: throughout the month!
where: mostly in ruga, but all over.
what: cuddle questing and assorted other things.
warnings: blanket sharing is pretty lewd.
1; the cuddle prompt (all month)
[ Fushimi is on his front porch. It's not, like, the best front porch, but it does in a pinch. He seems unbothered by the cold, but he has a steaming cup of coffee next to him and a blanket in his lap and he's typing on his laptop since this battery isn't affected by cold... somehow... he hates that nothing makes sense here.
If someone he knows walks by, he'll drag his eyes up from the laptop screen and offer, slowly, carefully, a little bit like a robot attempting to mimic human behavior: ] ...Hey.
[ If he doesn't know you, then he just looks at you and takes a sip of that coffee. ]
2; the mirror prompt (nov 8-12)
[ So there's a mirror following Fushimi. The mirror is resting against something no matter where he goes -- against the coffee stash in his house, against a tree, against the sword in his room. In the mirror is, well, Fushimi: he has his hair slicked back, unlike the looser way he's been wearing it lately for lack of hair gel, and he has an extremely unkind look on his face, an uncharitable smile that glints like a weapon in its own right.
It, actually, resembles Fushimi when he arrived more than anything else.
Fushimi, for his part, just looks exasperated, reaching out to turn the mirror to face a wall. ]
Seriously...? What's even the point of this?
[ The mirror is laughing, and Fushimi looks even more tired. ]
3; snow snow go away (nov 11-12)
[ There's a snow drift in Fushimi's way. Wherever he's going, there's snow, and he seems to be pretty well insulated in his puffy black jacket, but he still looks dour and annoyed. (The mirror thing probably isn't helping.)
When he gets to snow drift, he raises a hand -- maybe he's going to use his fire powers to melt the snow! --
and then he kicks the snow drift in an explosion of powder and irritation, showering the entire area in wet snow. Hope you weren't nearby! ]
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warsfeil!
when: throughout the month!
where: mostly in ruga, but all over.
what: cuddle questing and assorted other things.
warnings: blanket sharing is pretty lewd.
1; the cuddle prompt (all month)
[ Fushimi is on his front porch. It's not, like, the best front porch, but it does in a pinch. He seems unbothered by the cold, but he has a steaming cup of coffee next to him and a blanket in his lap and he's typing on his laptop since this battery isn't affected by cold... somehow... he hates that nothing makes sense here.
If someone he knows walks by, he'll drag his eyes up from the laptop screen and offer, slowly, carefully, a little bit like a robot attempting to mimic human behavior: ] ...Hey.
[ If he doesn't know you, then he just looks at you and takes a sip of that coffee. ]
2; the mirror prompt (nov 8-12)
[ So there's a mirror following Fushimi. The mirror is resting against something no matter where he goes -- against the coffee stash in his house, against a tree, against the sword in his room. In the mirror is, well, Fushimi: he has his hair slicked back, unlike the looser way he's been wearing it lately for lack of hair gel, and he has an extremely unkind look on his face, an uncharitable smile that glints like a weapon in its own right.
It, actually, resembles Fushimi when he arrived more than anything else.
Fushimi, for his part, just looks exasperated, reaching out to turn the mirror to face a wall. ]
Seriously...? What's even the point of this?
[ The mirror is laughing, and Fushimi looks even more tired. ]
3; snow snow go away (nov 11-12)
[ There's a snow drift in Fushimi's way. Wherever he's going, there's snow, and he seems to be pretty well insulated in his puffy black jacket, but he still looks dour and annoyed. (The mirror thing probably isn't helping.)
When he gets to snow drift, he raises a hand -- maybe he's going to use his fire powers to melt the snow! --
and then he kicks the snow drift in an explosion of powder and irritation, showering the entire area in wet snow. Hope you weren't nearby! ]
if there's anything else you'd like to play or plot, feel free to pm this journal or