Hiragana and Inosuke #2

Anui  -Being back within her office inside of Hiragana Corporations felt amazing on her behalf despite the bruises and scratches, she didn't fret over it too much due to the fact that her sister would ask questions like: 'What happened with the meeting?' 'Since when did you become clumsy?' Or even absurd ones such as: 'Did you finally experiment with Ro?' Rolling her eyes at that last one she dismissed it all away and started writing within her journal getting ready to do her usual reports and sending them over to her colleagues as well, but first she must write it all down to record it for herself then come the typing. As she was finishing up the writing that's when the knock sounded at her door.- "You may enter." -She called out, and not a moment after came Amenie with a small smile on her face closing the door behind herself.- "Aina... It's lovely seeing you back from your trip with Ro. I've missed you even if it's only been a week." "Yes... It was odd not hearing or seeing you annoy me every day." "Ouch... Please don't be too elated to see me or hold back any excitement on my behalf." -Amenie replied in a sarcastic tone walking further inside of the office now taking a seat crossing her right leg over her left leaning back lightly.- "What was Italy like? Did you get to take any pictures or sight see at all?" -She asked with lit up eyes, Aina simply looked up from her journal with a neutral expression on her features.- "Rochelle took all of the simplicity pictures for you, and I may or may not have gotten you a souvenir what of it?" "What of it?! Let me see?!" "No." "But it's for me!" "Doesn't matter, I said no. Not until your day is over with." "Ugh.. You need fun in your life or a guy. Like that guy you shook hands with... Wait.. What about that priest?! He's the eldest of the Wada boys right?!" -Without hesitation Aina went onto her computer to start typing the report this time around.- "That's out of the question for several reasons Amenie and besides.. You know I don't date nor am I going to start. 'Fun' isn't in my vocabulary for a reason, now then... I suggest you get your break and start eating before said break is over with and you'll use it up by conversing with your older twin, hm?" -She said without breaking her gaze away from the monitor, Amenie rolled her eyes before standing up from the chair and headed towards the door.- "Oh and Amenie?" "Hm?" "That skirt is a bit too tight for my taste, please wear something more appropriate next time." "Yeah, sure I love you too." -She walked out closing the door behind herself, Aina stopped typing the report and looked down towards her phone after a text rang through and to her surprise it was none other than Inosuke himself.-
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Concubus  Inosuke had exchanged his personal cellular device with the woman before her travels. It seemed they had a friendship budding from the outside looking in, but Inosuke had a method to his madness; he never gave personal information to people he assumed as disposable, or worse—and enemy. He knew this individual needed, if nothing else, a confidante and friend. So many chances to confide and ask advice—and not a single one headed. Like a typical pastor, almost all of his texts, if not a good morning and a goodnight, were of a scripture. This time, the text was the combination of the two, as well as.. A proposition for a welcome back brunch. It read, all formalities intact, “Kon’nichiwa, Hiragana-san. Let the light of those that guide your being be brighter than any sun. And of yourself—may you dwarf the stars in your personality and grace.” A very formal compliment, but a compliment nonetheless. “I extend an invitation for lunch. If you are to accept, respond in kind, and you will be escorted to the predetermined location.” On his end of the phone, he would be at the Sapporo hills Hotel. He himself, along with his sibling, had their own little adventure as she was away. While Rochelle murdered targets with precise murdering tactics, Inosuke was a tinkerer and disliked getting his hands dirty. He was reading of his handiwork in the newspaper, and soon, hearing it on the news. He looked at the crime scene as it was plastered on TV. Immaculate, much like how he kept his car, his clothes, and his church. He left no trace that it was lived in. “An IUD in the Americanized styling has been let off in Downtown Tokyo, killing 11 and injuring one….” Of Inosuke’s design; he studied how sloppily built the Americans often made their explosives; their cases being bulky and the wires being too easily cut to disarm them—a propaganda bomb ordered by the Japanese government. They knew he could build it, and quickly. He awaited the correction on TV. “No, twelve…” Soon, man decked out in all back and military garb styliz3ed in the Winter front infantry of the United States rode past on a Ninja. They removed a blade, slicing quickly across the man’s throat and speeding off. It would not be seen on camera, but the cyclist slit the head clear through. The man was merely shocked at the impact, and would be able to speak a bit more on the horrific of it all, until gravity slanted the head, allowing it to fall off the man’s shoulders and into the lap of the reporter. The female screamed and quit right then and there. Inosuke smirked, noting his jobs are never left unfinished—even if he had to call in the Cinnamon Fox to clean up loose ends. “There we go. I love even numbers…This does call for a toast...” He reached for his glass of red wine and taking the remainder as he awaited the response, his hand positioned on his watch expectantly. Princess didn’t turn down food too quickly. At least, from his memory of her. He rather liked the situation at hand; she didn’t recall him, and so he could be better… For her. This time, no one would besmirch his name for wishing to do the right thing.. No longer would good deeds go punished.. Not when he could destroy anyone with the proverbial flick of his wrist.
Concubus: ⌠Oof 14 lines im sorry. went to T-00 real quick⌡
Anui: ((17 lines on my screen.))
Anui: ((Wonderful read!))
Concubus: [[I AM SORRRRRRRRY That makes it T - 00+ oof. Got in the zone by accident.]]
Anui: ((No, no. Don't apologize! It happens I love it!)
Anui  -As she was reading the text from Inosuke she couldn't help the small smile that dared to creep across her face though it faded quickly hearing another knock on her door, she replied back with a quick.- 'I'll meet with you shortly.' -Clearing her throat she looked towards the door.- "Come in." -As soon as she said that in came Rochelle in her professional attire of course and a smile on her face.- "Hey. Are you alright?" "Yes, why do you ask?" "Because you seemed as if you were talking to a ghost or seen one rather." "Mm.. Not even close Keola, how's your medicine coming along?" "Pretty good. I honestly feel like myself again, and I'm also taking prenatal gummies. They're surprisingly delicious. Anyways Amenie and I are going to Sapparo Hills Hotel for lunch, are you coming? They're food is delicious." -She said with a chuckle while keeping her raven hues on Aina's. Aina stood up from her seat grabbing her phone and shrugged in a nonchalant motion.- "Hm... Well.. I don't see the issue with it since I am headed there to meet up with a confidant of mines." "I'm standing right here, what do you mean?" "I meant.. A male confidant." "Oh? In a public eye? Are you sure about that Hiragana?" "I'm sure no paparazzi knows of Sapparo, besides... You'll be there and we need to make sure that they won't take any photos of you for the last thing you need is publicity yourself, after lunch there I have an interview anyways." "With who? Forbes?" -Rochelle asked with an arched brow opening the door for Aina following behind her exiting the office, scoffing from what Rochelle said she just simply gave a small shrug.- "Actually yes. Apparently I've made top five of the youngest millionaires with a large corporation that's running smoothly for my age." "Must be nice." "Says the mixed hawaiian." -She shot back meeting up with Amenie who was flirting with a co-worker.- "Oh really? Well should you ever get tired of the back and forth, never hesitate on breaking up with your girlfriend... I'm bored." -She finished with a wink only to get pulled away by Aina who grabbed her arm, the trio walked out of the building as a whole heading towards Rochelle's car.- "Rude... I was getting my mojo on sis." "Mhm.. Breaking up a happy home?" "If it was so happy he wouldn't be flirting with me now would he?" -Shaking her head at her younger twin she simply got inside of the passenger side without another word, Amenie got inside of the back seat while Rochelle, of course, got in the driver's seat and buckled up then drove off at her highest speed not taking long to arrive at Sapparo Hills Hotel within a good twenty minutes at the most.-
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Concubus: [[Just took a long ass written test. I am back now. o n o ]]
Anui: (( Welcome back o.o ))
Concubus: [[On the scale of YES to PLEASE NO DONT DEFILE MY INOSUKE how uncomfortable would you be with graphic descriptions of penis before I start writing?]]
Concubus: [[I know it is touch and go due to us both being on the asexual spectrum]]
Anui: (( I mean I don't care this is going down in Pastebin anyways for a read whenever I get bored or feeling romantic in a way.))
Concubus: [[No I mean ahh.... IMMA DESCRIBE HIS FEATURES YOU KNOW?!?!?]]
Anui: (( Oh I know~ ))
Concubus: [[Okay oka-- <--< |l']]
Concubus  Inosuke waited for a return text. Nothing. It seemed unlike her—and he was a man of patterns. Simple patterns. Complex patterns. All that mattered was a routine had been in place. The older man winced—his eccentric way about things daring to rear its ugly head at the most inappropriate times. At the time of their reuniting, she showed very typical behaviors, he reasoned, of intellectual intrigue. Even if she did not jump on the Jesus train in full force, he had her, at the minimum, unloading her emotional burdens onto him. She spoke of work, and how it made her successful, yet revered for all the wrong reasons. How her desire for peace conflicted with her desire for respect and recognition for her hard work. These were just… “Surface worries…,” Inosuke mouthed aloud, turning the boob tube off so he could verbally work out the situation at hand. “There’s deeper things of course… But, with my hand on a bible…” He would then, settle the wine glass he had imbibed on the tray next to the lounging sofa, resting that hand in his lap like it were a book of scripture. He did not finish that thought; his hand seemed to fall on a rise of flesh and vein. His hand recoiled in response, taking to his feet. The Father’s resolve was to shower, say a great deal of ‘Hail Marys,’ and see if the frigid Hiragana would come dine with him and speak on her travels. He would shed his overcoat and waist coat, leaving the dastardly watch on his left wrist, slowly dragging to the shower. ▬Within the confines of the shower▬ “Ihnn..” The trickling of hot water caused the man’s being to flex under the rolling pearls. A man of his age would be compared to the cockiness of a Great Dane; his body sloped evenly, though had lithe features along the waist. His salt-and pepper tresses he would keep long within the shower, using it as a second curtain to his shame. It hung in the air; a thickness of three-inches around and 9 ½ in length, and ebbed when the hot water touched his being in such a tender way. He caught himself moaning in the shower, the droplets hitting his erogenous zones as he tried desperately to keep from needing to turn the water to ice cubes and cooling pads. The lack of fat on his body made for another unkindness to those that may have looked on from the balconies; the asymmetrical, aristocratic build of his suits… Was in fact his body. Princely at the age of 42. His hands rubbed soap on the places that needed the most attention—and struggled with the amount of praying and temptation he faced as even an ordained holy man, dried off with even more difficulty, and finally checked his texts. The girls were all congregating. He seemed a bit miffed texting over a slight. “You will not be able to get a word in, if you have invited the women to dine with us.. I hope this was merely coincidence.. Have you seen the Big Egyptian eat?”
Concubus: [[something that doesnt go too in detail. o3o]]
Anui: ((Oof))
Concubus: [[What? D: ]]
Anui: ((He's packing a biggun))
Anui: (( Pardon. A Big one))
Anui: (( "Biggun" is a phrase down here.))
Concubus: [[HE THICC AND LONG...And he is a grower. -w- ]]
Anui: (( He can go ahead and grow inside of-- Anyways~))
Concubus: [[If you consider the arc canon; just imagine ?iragana taking this old man pipe being split in fucking HALF]
Anui  -As soon as they arrived at Sapparo Hills Hotel, that's when a text came through Aina's phone. Looking down to read it she bites down on her bottom lip to keep from showing any type of emotions. This man is still dangerous even through texting, what the fuck? She'd blows out a small breath before typing back.- 'That's probably good, I'm not one to really conversate as much as you know. Besides... I must focus on the upcoming interview to ensure my head is on straight.' -She finished and sent before exiting out of the car and entering inside of the building heading towards the top floor where the restaurant was held at. After a good five minutes they were inside of the restaurant sitting down at the table which were reserved for them.- "So... Who else would be joining us again, Aina?" "Inosuke and Pharaoh." -Amenie tilted her head towards Aina and gives a small grin.- "Oh? Inosuke huh? You sure are hanging and texting him a lot, lately... Something's happening there?" "No. He's a Pastor. He literally texts me a religion one every morning or afternoon." "Does he... At least compliments you?" "He does but... In a professional way." -Listening to her, Rochelle chuckled before chiming in herself.- "Professional way you say? Well... At least it's a compliment nevertheless, Orihito first complimented me by spilling tea down my shirt and making a cute joke like: 'Drinks are on you.' type of thing." -She said with a soft smile thinking about it, Amenie giggled shaking her head.- "When you told me that story Lani.. It was the cutest thing ever... Your turn Sis... Did you do or say anything to make Inosuke nervous?" -Aina arched a brow towards her before scoffing.- "Please... You know I'm not interested in anything of such a nature and even if I was... It wouldn't be with a Pastor because they're far too religious for my taste." "You never know... They're the main freaks... He might like it when you say--" "Oh, hello Pastor Wada." -Rochelle called out indicating for Amenie to quickly shush about it spotting him at the entrance door.-
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Concubus  “Oyasumi… Took you long enough to get here. Don’t tell me I was so imposing… That you contemplated heading back out to Italia?” His tone, as it had always been, had a sing-song cadence. The Wada’s signature. Their voices seemed to speak sweetness, even when they spoke venom. “I meet the entire empowered entrepreneurs’ list in one sitting. Regardless of tardiness, I am honored.” With this he would bow; the sweeping gesture graceful. The only thing that would cause the man to rise as he spoke, would be the low, tentative grumble of Pharaoh’s belly reminding him of the task at hand. “Lunch? I think Pharaoh want me to have American favorites.. I suppose that means grease on a bun, grease potatoes… Grease sweet bread… and a diet cokkala.” This excited Pharaohs, the tall, hulking linebacker of a man exclaiming loudly, scaring some of the residents of the hotel. “AND THE RINGS OF ONION, ROSCH! THESE TOO!” The patrons would nearly scatter under his voice, the Egyptian’s arms up in the air. “How.. did you get here again Farao-san?” Inosuke inquired. “You know of me, Eeno bossman… I go where I am needed.” The ebony man smiled at this, the joking Egyptian. The tall drink of rice milk was not one to smile at the joke, but a laugh was heard, “You mean.. You go where the hot plate is warming.” “That too. I want to eat now.” “Okay Fara—“ “Eat please.” “Of course.”