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ximilialog2022-07-16 02:46 pm
blackfire) wrote in ximilialog2022-07-16 02:46 pm
๐ซ๐๐ฆ๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ฆ๐๐ง (๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ง/๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ฌ)
CHARACTERS: Itachi and various.
LOCATION: The Simulation Room, the sunlight room, the kitchens.
DATE: post-mission and onwards.
CONTENT: mostly just chillin'.
WARNINGS: The usual gamut - PTSD abounds. Casual nudity in the hotsprings prompt. Two open starters, custom starters on request.
LOCATION: The Simulation Room, the sunlight room, the kitchens.
DATE: post-mission and onwards.
CONTENT: mostly just chillin'.
WARNINGS: The usual gamut - PTSD abounds. Casual nudity in the hotsprings prompt. Two open starters, custom starters on request.
HOTSPRINGS (OTA)
๏ผ despite a longstanding dislike of the station's illusory venues, he has chosen to load a new program into the simulation room — an onsen. it's based on an area he frequented in his travels, a place that eased the worst of his aches before death claimed him. the clack of a shishi-odoshi sets the ambiance, and there is the distant sound of crickets and the lull of burbling water. the sky overhead is the jewelled dark of a moonless night, the stars providing the only light by which to see.
he is quite obviously and comfortably naked, scars thrown into sharp relief. the worst of them is a massive, still-healing mark that curls over his shoulder and leaves a jagged swath of scar tissue down past the jut of one elegant collarbone — with it being considerably uglier should they happen to catch a glimpse of his back. burn scars wind their way up his right arm and terminate at mid-bicep. still — he is as unselfconscious of the injuries echoed in the permanence of his skin as only a man accustomed to viewing his body as a tool can be.
regardless of who joins him, no amount of nudity will seem to trouble him at all. instead — ๏ผ
Would you care to join me?
๏ผ there are showers nearby — and failing to take one before one ventures into the water will earn a barely perceptible upward twitch of one eyebrow (but no commentary — he's distressingly accustomed to a lack of proper onsen etiquette these days) but he will otherwise welcome them with a gesture of his hand. ๏ผ
he is quite obviously and comfortably naked, scars thrown into sharp relief. the worst of them is a massive, still-healing mark that curls over his shoulder and leaves a jagged swath of scar tissue down past the jut of one elegant collarbone — with it being considerably uglier should they happen to catch a glimpse of his back. burn scars wind their way up his right arm and terminate at mid-bicep. still — he is as unselfconscious of the injuries echoed in the permanence of his skin as only a man accustomed to viewing his body as a tool can be.
regardless of who joins him, no amount of nudity will seem to trouble him at all. instead — ๏ผ
Would you care to join me?
๏ผ there are showers nearby — and failing to take one before one ventures into the water will earn a barely perceptible upward twitch of one eyebrow (but no commentary — he's distressingly accustomed to a lack of proper onsen etiquette these days) but he will otherwise welcome them with a gesture of his hand. ๏ผ
KITCHENS (OTA)
๏ผ he is in the kitchens, tidying up after the evening meal. he's got a towel slung over one shoulder, and is washing dishes in peaceable silence, rinsing them in the sink and then setting them to dry.
if he becomes aware another person has entered the kitchens — ๏ผ
Please pass me that towel.
๏ผ he points without looking to a neatly folded towel that's folded on the countertop that just happens to be to the near right of where your character is standing. help or nah? ๏ผ
๏ผ he's in the process of making a pot of soup. it's obviously intended to be communal, as there the dish is far too large for any one man. those that might recognize the cuisine might realize it's sanpeijiru, a salmon soup with root vegetables. hearty, comforting, hot. itachi is not an especially talented cook, but what he makes is edible and serviceable, and should anyone venture into the kitchen in search of food during this time, he will wordlessly pass them a bowl of it. ๏ผ
if he becomes aware another person has entered the kitchens — ๏ผ
Please pass me that towel.
๏ผ he points without looking to a neatly folded towel that's folded on the countertop that just happens to be to the near right of where your character is standing. help or nah? ๏ผ
๐๐
๏ผ he's in the process of making a pot of soup. it's obviously intended to be communal, as there the dish is far too large for any one man. those that might recognize the cuisine might realize it's sanpeijiru, a salmon soup with root vegetables. hearty, comforting, hot. itachi is not an especially talented cook, but what he makes is edible and serviceable, and should anyone venture into the kitchen in search of food during this time, he will wordlessly pass them a bowl of it. ๏ผ
BLUE (INFIRMARIES)
๏ผ he has pieced together as much of the final moments before the tower's explosion as he could, given a lack of communication with blue. seeing the other man's post on the network filled in the missing pieces, and when blue wakes in the infirmary after his latest round of intravenous vitamins, itachi is sitting at his bedside. his eyes are dark, expression set. ๏ผ
Blue.
Blue.
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