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highly new, slightly improved open post

assorted morons

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☆ caught in the rain meme
☆ little steps meme
☆ affectionate physical contact meme
☆ picture prompt also acceptable but link them so it's tidy
☆ AU ideas: soulmates AU, reincarnation AU, Bad End AU, canon divergent/roleswap AU, dorky college AU, crossover AU, super indulgent high fantasy AU
☆ melodrama is ultimate tier
★ SHIPPING AND FUCC:
☆ non-fluffy relationship types I'm down for: codependent, master/servant power imbalance type ships, "we're bad for each other but worse for anyone else," other things I am failing to think of tbh
☆ things I am not into: noncon (includes "dubcon"), incest, tsundere shit if your tsundere is just verbally abusive, gratuitous torture porn, you'll probably have to ask me about harder kinks and they will vary by character
☆ I don't have a kink list so pitch me an idea if u thirsty
☆ if you would prefer a locked post I can also make that happen

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[So he has a soulmate, apparently.

Wait, no, back up: so, he's dead. So it happened the way he knew it would (violently) and yet not at all that (because it was a mugging, not some heroic fight; it was three guys in an alley and him bleeding out on the pavement while they ran off). So it happened, and he's not going to think about it, because there's no point. He's here now, and there's nothing like death to firmly put one's past behind them.

So he's here, and he lives down the road from someone who's his soulmate, allegedly, except that's the thing: there's no way this guy is his soulmate.

It's not that he's, like, horrific. He's not some kind of mass murderer. He's just a huge dick, that's all. Antisocial and curt, brushing off Polnareff's enthusiastic (overly enthusiastic) introductions and flirtations. And there's no, like, soulmate transfer, nor is there any kind of soulmate app, or whatever, so . . .

So he's here to make the best of it.

He'd given the guy space. A full half-week, actually, so no one can say he didn't give it the old college try. And now he's here with a present, wrapped a bit clumsily, held behind his back as he knocks at the door.

There's a good chance Kakyoin just won't answer, Polnareff considers, but one problem at a time.]

[So the afterlife is real, which is the first surprise. Kakyoin has taken it in stride as best he can, buying into the "we tweaked your memory because it was a little embarrassing" line he was fed the first day here purely because it's convenient; he has, apparently, a second chance here. Kind of. He doesn't want to dwell on the life left behind or its sudden end.

After all, apparently soulmates are also real, or at least soulmates are gullible and persistent and do not understand the first thing about giving a person time to, like, adjust? It isn't that Kakyoin is... opposed, conceptually, but he also doesn't see himself having a soulmate, you know? The guy doesn't even seem all that bad, just loud and insistent and appearing at the worst time, every time.

Until he finally gives it a few days, and Kakyoin finally has time to breathe, and he finds the afterlife to be pretty boring, actually. He goes for walks. The place is scenic? It's objectively very nice! But sooner or later Kakyoin winds up sitting around at home, bored but not bored enough to go out and socialize. Perish the thought.

A knock at the door pulls him out of the staring he was doing, at a book, reading the same paragraph three times without realizing it. He sighs and stands, although he knows what's coming even before he opens the door. Besides the people in charge, the soulmate is the only person he really knows, so...

So, hey. He stands in the doorway and looks at Polnareff, shoulder leaning against the door frame, eyebrows raised in mild curiosity.]

What?

[hey buuuddy]

I got something for you.

[Had he asked Janet for help? Of course he had. But only in a general sense! It's all Polnareff's idea to offer Kakyoin a sketch book and a bunch of the real good shit markers. The kind you don't get without asking an employee to unlock the cabinet. Why not? He's not going to skimp on the gift.]

And I thought maybe we could take a walk or something.

Oh.

[Getting him something is... a gesture, he thinks. Part of him wants to write it off as unnecessary and pushy, like everything else Polnareff has done so far to try and get his attention, but another part of him thinks, well-- that's nice. That's considerate, and so okay - he'll go with it.]

Okay. [Right now, yes? He steps out, since this is The Good Place and he will never need to go get his coat ever again. Hi.] Where are you taking us?

[Oh they're doing this right now, okay, and Polnareff skips a few steps back, suddenly full of energy. Not nervous energy, per se, but at the same time, it's showtime, you know? This is his chance.

Better make it count.]

It's a surprise.

[And until then, he shoves his hands deep in his pockets, moving to walk next to him. He's like a puppy, almost, all eager energy and enthusiasm, but hopefully that will quiet down soon.]

Hey, so . . . you gonna tell me anything about your old life, or's that still in the don't ask category?

[Oh, and there goes Kakyoin, doing a 180 back into the house... No, kidding, but he does sigh audibly; in fairness, it could be for either the surprise (so goofy) or the question. Who can say.]

I don't know why you'd be interested.

[...Okay, okay, he does know, but—] All of this is eternity, isn't it? Let's move on.

So what should I do to get to know you?

[It's slightly petulant.]

C'mon. There's gotta be something you don't mind giving up. Favorite color. Favorite pet. Favorite . . . I don't know. Event here? Give me something.

Because it was such a good use of my afternoon when they had us do that "find a neighbor" scavenger hunt. Did you know I'm the only redhead in this neighborhood?

[Number 5: Find a redhead! ruined his life. Almost like actual torture. But never mind that now; he's committed, mostly, to playing along and so he will think of something. Hmm.]

...Do you play video games?

Nah. I mean, they're not bad, I played one once, but mostly sports. I'm a fencer, and football's always fun--

[But that's a fact, he realizes belatedly. Kakyoin likes video games, and he's honestly a little surprised. Hm. He glances over at him, eyes flicking over his face, trying to read any kind of emotion there.]

Like what kind? And don't say educational or some shit like that, I mean a real game.

So that's what you think of me, is it?

[wao... this burn... he may reek of big nerd, but please, he only nerds out for Castlevania II. But it doesn't look like he's any more annoyed than his usual, constant background radiation of annoyed at the world-slash-afterlife, so this is practically banter.]

But no, of course not. I have actual skill. How would you know what a real video game is, anyway? [ya jock]

I think you could have any kind of fashion in the whole wide world and you still stick with that uniform.

[Not that he necessarily minds.]

You should show me one, then, Mr. Cocky. You better be able to back up your bragging, though-- I'm not gonna go easy on you just cuz I got better reflexes.

[Wow.... 2??? He glances down at himself, like hm, yes, he is indeed wearing this uniform for the rest of time. Isn't it easier this way? Hmph.]

It's comfortable. [ANYway—] Don't think I'll let you win just because you're an amateur. There are a couple games back at my house.

[They're not the best and he's politely requested better ones that are somehow stuck in transit despite this being Literal Heaven, but whatever! That's mostly an offer. Okay it is an offer, but--]

But you said you had some kind of surprise.

We're almost there. You're that impatient?

[It's not a point at all, but still he grins like it might be.]

Yes.

[Gaze...... Well, he can't possibly do something like admit that spending time with Polnareff this time is actually kind of pleasant, so.]

Generously, I'm curious.

Generously.

[RUDE, but whatever, they're almost there. And where there is . . . is a restaurant. A ramen shop, actually, because Polnareff is too white to be too adventurous with fish. Did this used to be a salad bar? Yes. But whatever, Janet was fine with changing it temporarily, so here they are.

But he's found he likes ramen, and ramen is from Japan, so . . . maybe it's kinda nice, to have a taste from home. Not just the food, but the environment, the architecture of the building . . . home can be a lot of things.]

C'mon, you can show me how to use chopsticks.

[Oh, white boy... at least he's cute. Dimly Kakyoin realizes this is a shop that wasn't there before, which is a gesture, but ohhh, white boy.

Sure, though. Ramen works.]

Watch you embarrass yourself, you mean? [Ha ha, that's the goal. But he's feeling pretty amenable to it, surprisingly, so boldly he slips his arm through Polnareff's to tug him into the shop like it wasn't Polnareff's idea in the first place.] Come on.

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