potosi | so drop that thing like a fumble

[ not to toot his own horn or anything (except totally to do exactly that), narumiya mei is a pretty awesome siren. amongst his folk, he's one of the best--his hunting skills are legendary and his singing voice is beautiful. he's lured countless soldiers to their deaths from boats to beaches to docks, and he prides himself on having a perfect record: no one escapes narumiya mei.

that is, until someone does.

look, mei prides himself on his beautiful singing voice and his expertise, so when someone is able to walk away from him he is not having it. this sailor's ship had wrecked, which meant even easier pickings for mei, who had been the one to lure the captain to throw the whole thing off in the first place. unfortunately, the sailor is not only unaffected, he is basically ignoring his great singing and beautiful everything, which is terrible and not allowed.

mei's on the beach to the closest island now, watching the sailor--who he's taken to calling masa-san--do...something. he doesn't know. he's not really cared what humans did up until this point, unless it ended up with them in his clutches, but here he is, watching him. mei's up so his tail is in the surf, lying on his stomach on the shore, chin propped in his hand.

one more try, then: the first couple had to have been a fluke. clearing his throat (pretty obviously) he singsongs-- ] Masa-san~ [ in his best, prettiest tone, lifting up his typically mesmerizing golden tail to try and get his attention. ]

[Harada supposes he should be flattered. Something about him attracted the attention of a siren, the mythical beauties who are supposedly only interested in ship's captains. Instead, he's resentful. This is the siren responsible for Hiroshige-san's devastating turn into the rocks. This is the siren he only barely managed to outswim in getting to this island.

And this is the siren who now seems to think he can be lured back into the water despite being comfortable on land (or as comfortable as he can be with scratches down the length of his calves care of this same siren). He's not sure what it is that makes him immune to the lure of the siren's song. Harada's fairly sure it's something about his own personality, but he's tempted to attribute it to the siren's ineffectiveness.

He glances at the water's edge every now and then, but of greater concern right now is building a fire. He's built a little pyramid of branches and sun-dried seaweed for an easy catch, but the most likely place to find the kind of stone he needs to get a spark is, unfortunately, at or below the water's edge.

When the siren calls his name again, well, this time is seems to work a little. Harada stands and starts to walk toward the siren, looking curiously past his face at his tail.]

How did you learn my name, anyway?

[ aha. there we go. figures it just took a little longer! mei's already smirking to himself with the potential thrill of his victory, though he keeps it under wraps (as best he can, anyway, which really isn't that well) as he watches masa approach the water.

his gaze flicks to the pyramid on the shore, and for a minute, he briefly considers splashing it--but the alluring promise of victory steals his attention utterly and completely and mei flicks his tail up so it shimmers nicely in the sunshine. ineffective? ha! mei's never been ineffective a day in his life!!

(until right now.) ]

I know all kinds of things. [ he simpers, tone still a dangerous lull, smirk on his face up a notch or three with every step closer, and mei even bats his eyelashes. honestly. ] I'm magic, remember~? Come a little closer, I'll show you exactly how much I know about you, Ma-sa-san!

[If he were more inclined to give the siren anything like an advantage, Harada would let him know that it's the smirk that gives him away. He might think he's crafty but his arrogance makes him an open book. He stops a safe distance away, still looking at the glimmering scales. If nothing else, Mei does know how to show off.]

If it's just something like a name, you can show me from there. Maybe that's why this isn't working, though. I don't believe in magic.

[And with that he turns and starts walking away. It's the only choice, really. He could feel the tug of the siren's voice when he sang his name again and he needs distance to resist it, but he also still needs to start looking for a stone. He does his best not to betray his intentions, though; if Mei knows he's heading for the water, Harada's not sure he'd be fast enough to outmaneuver him.]

[ POUTING ]

How can you not believe in magic?! I'm literally right here!

[ mei thwacks his tail against the surface of the water because he's actually five years old. what kind of sailor doesn't believe in superstitions? especially real, very cute ones!

it's not like he can follow him further onto the shore, but mei pushes back into the water and swims horizontally with him walking, popping back up fifteen feet or so ahead so he can keep talking. in his indigence, much of the pretty siren song has faded from his voice, so he just sounds like what he is. which is a brat. ] I don't know why you're so desperate to try and get off this island. No ships ever come by here. The ones that do wreck, you know!

[ The kind of sailor who wants to see just what the extent of that magic is, that's the kind who will say he doesn't believe in magic anyway. Besides, what has he got to lose? His ship's already gone, his crew drowned or eaten or lost some other way.

... A fact Mei reminds him of in his tactless way. ]

I do know. I have firsthand experience with it. Or did you forget that?

[ The siren's moved up the beach so his plan is going to be more complicated than he thought. However unpleasant Mei may be, he's certainly not a slouch in the whole predator department. Under other circumstances, it might be admirable, but he's really not keen on getting eaten. ]

I know you think it is, but letting you attack me isn't an option so getting away from here is the only choice I have to survive. I can't make a life here.

No, you obviously can't. [ of course mei didn't forget the shipwreck. how could he? his perfect record as a siren, never letting a kill escape, completely ruined by this guy. big and brainless and somehow still standing across the way from him, utterly out of his reach.

(mei has to admit to himself that maybe he's not actually that brainless, that he's been outsmarted up to this point, but he's refusing to let himself be impressed with a dumb human.)

he's still pouting enough that he rolls over on his back and floats near where masa's been walking, far enough out that he doesn't have to flop on the shore. he folds his arms behind his head and looks up at the sky above, rolling his head back towards masa to make sure he's still looking at him. as he should be. ] You can't survive here forever. How are you going to eat? I can out-wait you--my food shows up at least once a week.

[ mei's childish, bratty, stubborn, and he even sticks his tongue out. he absolutely will wait here forever. don't try him. ]

[It's extremely satisfying to see the siren's true colors coming out. Harada's curious to see just how deep this petty streak goes, but he's pretty sure it's through and through. Sirens are ancient creatures and if this one was going to grow up, he would have done so by now.

Of course Harada's still looking when Mei looks back over. The siren's taken back to the water which is really better for everybody, but he also looks much more natural there. Harada can appreciate that, even if he's also just plain old keeping an eye on Mei. Who knows when he might try for a swimming leap or some other nonsense?]

I can eat the fruit in the trees further up the shore, and when you leave to go wreck another ship, I can fish as much as I want. If you want to keep eating, you're gonna have to leave me alone at some point. ... Real mature.

[Because what else do you say to a siren who is sticking his tongue out at you? How did Harada get stuck with this guy? Where are the bare breasted lady sirens, huh?]

[ the best thing about mei moving right on in with miyuki?

it means that suga doesn't have to trek all the way down to midas just to see him!! and it also means that suga has granted himself full liberty to let himself in and out of mei's room whenever he pleases. (which only seems fair, considering that he keeps falling asleep snuggled up to miyuki and waking up to find that mei has smushed himself between them in the middle of the night, draped all over both of them with arms and legs akimbo.) and this is one of the rare mornings where he's actually beaten both of them awake, sooo...

suga creeps into mei's room with all the latent ninja skills he possesses, grinning at the sight of him sprawled out on the mattress on his stomach. carefully, carefully... he creeps into bed with him, working his way until he's able to lean down over him. then he slides his hands up the t-shirt that mei sleeps in, whispering the faintest touch of his fingernails up mei's back, and purrs into his ear. ]

Meeeeeeiiiiiiiii. Wake up, lazybones. [ pot, meet kettle. ]

[ living in eos tower has become infinitely preferable to mei's former life down in diedo--for starters, he has a real bed to sleep on (kazuya's), a fridge that is always full of (kazuya's) food, a working shower (that is kazuya's), and a lot of good company (koushi--what, did you expect kazuya again?)

so he greatly enjoys his chances to sleep in when he gets them. since he's living here without paying any rent, mei's fully committed to his house-crasher lifestyle and is living it up by skipping out on his morning runs on saturdays in favor of this. passed out asleep in his pjs on a pile of pillows, probably drooling a little on the pillowcases.

he's so out cold that he doesn't really notice koushi's fingers at first, but the voice in his ear makes him stir. hmm... sounds nice... maybe he's having a really nice dream. ]

Mmmrhm. [ comes his grunt of an answer as he semi processes what's been said and mei arches a little up against those fingertips when they come over his skin. it feels nice, too, and he rubs his cheek into his pillow. ] 've minutes.

[ mei's always cute (if you ask suga), but... if he absolutely had to pick, this might be when he's at his cutest. all drowsy and cuddly, hair mussed and limbs heavy and skin warm with sleep. so he huffs a little laugh against mei's ear, then angles his head a little to nose up underneath the ~~mullet~~ hair at the nape of his neck so that he can trail a series of little kisses down his spine. ]

It's already almost noon. [ but... the little arch of mei's back is enough of a request, so. suga slides his hands back down again, the same gentle pressure as before. ] You'll end up sleeping the whole day away, at this rate.

[ well, that much is true, because mei is always cute, even when he's been drooling on kazuya's nice pillowcases. he gives a very uncute yawn and nuzzles his cheek in a little closer, his brows furrowing as he starts to get closer to awake. almost noon...? that's pretty late.

but he's feeling decadent and lazy, so, nah. noon sounds just fine to mei. he snakes an arm up from where it's settled near the pillows and decides to sling it around koushi, instead, applying enough pressure to hopefully get him to flop down too. ]

Nnnope. [ he hums, and promptly hooks around the other warm body now in his bed. hello~ ] Sleep with me, then.

[ okay, how's suga supposed to resist an invitation like that?? ... he can't.

which is why he lets himself get dragged down onto the mattress with a stifled giggle, cuddling right up against mei until he's close enough to nose at his cheek. mei's stash of pillows is ridiculously comfortable -- did he steal all the spares from around the apartment? -- and the blankets are snuggly and pleasantly warm with body heat. ... all in all, the perfect nest to curl up in for the pursuit of a lazy mid-morning nap. ]

Hard to tell if that's a pick-up line or a real invitation. [ reaching out, giving mei's nose a playful tweak. ]

hi sorry I live below you and I hear your dog running around and barking all the time and— no no it’s fine I was just hoping maybe I could pet it?

[ ha, success! mei looks just fine with this turn of events, considering all he does is shut his eyes again and make a low humming noise of success as he gets comfortable. getting comfortable for mei has always involved inserting himself into people's space, so he does just that, sliding his leg between koushi's so their ankles are crossed and throws his arm over his shoulder. suga's nice and warm and comfortable, and yeah, he could totally fall back asleep like this. perfect.

however. he opens an eye to look at him, and mei's mouth falls into a lazy half grin, even as he wrinkles his nose at the tweak and reaches up with his free arm to bat his hand away, like a cat. ] Maybe it's both.

[ he didn't go for a run this morning... that'd be some good exercise. ]

[ he grins back at him, only laughing as mei reaches up to bat him away. but instead of going in for another playful pinch of his nose, suga settles for bumping their foreheads together and nuzzling up against him affectionately. there are some things about amoi that suga likes -- and one of them is this, that it's so easy just to cuddle up to someone that he likes. ]

I don't know... [ time for an eskimo kiss. ] I'd call a foul on you if you seduced me and then just fell asleep.

[ ... yeah, he still doesn't super get baseball terminology. ]

[ As if they didn’t need any more indication that Steroids Are Bad. Somehow the team they’d been playing against had struck him as a bunch of fairly average guys until the top of the second inning and well, after that, things had slowly gone straight to hell.

At first the opposing team had been fucking difficult, possessed of unnatural skill and unnatural strength with which they’d scored multiple homeruns off of Sanada’s own pitches, and if that wasn’t enough, somewhere in the fourth inning one of the infielders had tried to…bite Mishima.

Sanada had just barely yanked Raichi off the plate when the opposing catcher had tried for his brains when the coach was already yelling at them to get the hell out of there as their team dropped their bats (bad idea; Sanada still held on to his, if only to fight those guys off) and ran off to the dugout. In all the confusion he and Raichi had not been able to get out of the stadium before it was overrun with zombified players who were quickly infecting everything they could grab onto. And with that unnatural strength and speed…

They’re already being backed into the bleachers as Sanada’s swinging his bat to fend off their attackers, trying to buy Raichi some time to climb up to safety. ]

This is bad. [ he manages, his grin in place albeit strained, given what they’re going through. ] Raichi! Are you up yet?

[ He can’t look— ]

[ aw, suga, back at it again with the baseball terms. it's kind of cute how bad he is at it, and mei's not enough of a killjoy to totally embarrass him for it like some people might be. he does grin like a little shit though, even with the way he comes into his space to boop their noses. ]

What kind of a guy do you think I am, huh? [ some of the sleep has fallen away from his voice, and his tone is teasing, playful as he hooks his arm around koushi's waist instead of his shoulder and pulling him in flush. ] I've got a way better track record than that!

[ he ducks in to steal a kiss, still soft and melty around the edges. ] There's no way I'd leave you unsatisfied.~

[ if at first you don't succeed...

... you should maybe knock it off with the baseball stuff until you brush up more on the sport, but suga refuses to be beaten so easily!

especially when his reward is mei looping an arm around his waist and tugging him in flush, voice going warm and playful. it's enough to make suga laugh against his mouth as the pitcher swoops in to steal a kiss, sliding the fingers of one hand up the nape of mei's neck to tangle loosely into his hair. ] I guess I forgot who I was talking to.

[ nipping the cute pink swell of mei's lower lip playfully. ] What kind of ace would you be if you couldn't deliver in the clutch, huh?

Seido's. [ WOW, RUDE

mei laughs, though, mostly because he at least knows suga will probably not reprimand him for that. probably? seido is just some random team and definitely not miyuki's. but either way, he's just fine with cuddling with suga as he comes in close, with his fingers curling in his hair, and he spreads the fingers of his hand across his back a little wider to hold him tight, muffling his shitty grin to kiss him again instead.

yeah, morning cuddles. afternoon cuddles, technically, but he gets left out of this nice circle too often in his opinion thank-you-very-much, so he's going to take advantage of his koushi time. mei presses another kiss to his mouth, then another, like he's taking the edge off waking up with each sweet smooch. ] We could stay in bed all~lll day. Just you and me.

[ ... mei's just lucky that suga thinks the shitty grins are cute. (and that suga hasn't really been keeping up with team names.) ]

That must be one of your rivals from back home. [ and his own grin widens a little, eyes sparkling with a laugh. ] People normally don't bother making jokes about the teams who don't give them a pretty hard time.

[ buuuut. teasing or not, he's still more than happy to melt into those affectionate little kisses, snuggling up even more comfortably into the little pocket of body heat that they've made for themselves. it's unbelievably nice, just being able to be this close to someone in a way that's so utterly uncomplicated; they're friends. friends who kiss and cuddle and fool around, sure, but the friends part stays a steady constant. ]

Mm, you think? [ his voice is slow and drawling, pleasantly kiss-drunk. ] I'm pretty sure someone would interrupt eventually.

[ ... and, to be fair, it'd serve mei right. a little. ]

They're pretty good. [ mei allows that much, anyway, especially because suga's eyes are lit up and he looks awfully cute, smiling like that. besides, mei's always willing to fluff his own feathers a little, always ready to preen, and his smirk goes a little lopsided. ] You're right, though. Seido's Kazuya's team--they're not quite good enough, though.

[ or, weren't. but puffing your chest out for your friend-with-benefits doesn't involve that particular spiral of self loathing, so mei's just fine with preening a little over it. after all, he's so nice and comfortable and happy here, there's no reason to engage with that now.

mei frees the hand that's between them to reach up and cup koushi's cheek, just because it's there; his skin is soft and warm and he likes touching him, holding him close like this. his thumb strokes over his cheekbone, once or twice. it's an absent touch, affectionate and fond. ] Maybe I don't wanna share.

[ ... oh.

wow, mei probably deserves a flick on the ear for being that savage. ... but miyuki's not around to be offended, which means suga doesn't really have to worry about defending his honor... and a happy mei is warm and cuddly and sweet. (freshly punished mei tends to be huffy and pouty, which is also adorable, but definitely less conducive to cuddling.) so suga lets him off the hook! for now.

(forever.)

instead, he only grins warmly over at mei in response, leaning into that hand at his cheek. ] Well, if that's the case...

[ suga leans forward to press another kiss against mei's mouth, nice and sweet and slow. and then, after only pulling back in the slightest: ] I'm all yours, ace.

[ oooooh, mei hates being outsmarted! not that he's been outsmarted yet, but this guy does have a point. he's definitely the first human to ever show mei any sort of challenge, and mei's finding it simultaneously interesting and very, very frustrating. he just wants to eat, honestly! can't this guy see that!! granted, wanting to eat means wanting to rend the flesh from his bones, but hey! we all make sacrifices for the common good.

mei just sticks his tongue out with more emphasis, adding an "mmm!" noise before he rolls his eyes and rolls back over to float on his stomach to watch him better. ] Considering I just ate half your crew, I'm not hungry.

[ ah, there's the gloating again. a little gleefully. ] Besides, you're so big, you'd fill me up for weeks! [ and he laughs, amused at his own not funny joke. ]

Edited (english??????) 2016-05-12 00:16 (UTC)

so drop that thing like a fumble

paging one little mermeid

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gimme the cutest prince in tokyo (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

done and done ♥

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the littlest pink

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because why not

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