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are you getting sticky about it because you think it's... girly??
you've never seen a "man" get as blinged up as me, after all... is that it????
[There might be a tinge of offensive in her tone, were this face to face. Because she's definitely a little offended.]
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BASED ON THE ELLIPSES AND THE... YOU KNOW...]
Why is "man" in quotes
[That's...
...that's not all he has to say. It's just -- the first thing that stands out to peg.]
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she can totally tell.
she can tell that's what you're STICKY about.
you're getting STICKY about it, like you've just been rolling in FUNK that's been out for a WEEK, and now it's ibuki's time to wash all that off and make you realize that it's not just a girl thing to get all pierced up like the best of us!!!
like, haven't you even peeped at the dudes who make the music you listened to???
they're probably all like, ten piercings per ear and three in their nose and their eyebrows are just stitched up with metal and ibuki's even heard of people getting stuff like their FINGERS pierced just because it's COOL!!!!
even back where YOU come from, all-dude metal bands get super duper EXTRA blinged up! ibuki loves keeping up with that overseas stuff, and that means their looks too, y'know - how else does ibuki get inspiration for her stage makeup?? she can't go JUST for the stuff that's around her, that gets blase and played out!!
and plus, ibuki's inspiration for her normal, everyday look is from visual kei stuff back where SHE comes from, which is waaaaay populated by guys!
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All little of a roll off the bases of the prongs of each hoof, with a fall over his eyes and a tuck of a finger in, yeah, okay, now, what's your point, I frickin' know you wanna make one...!
...And a full-body heave of a breath that frickin' widens his eyes like he's just been fuckin' inflated, NO SHIT, I've been in a funk all week...!
-- She.
...However.
Does...
Straight up get him with that.
His mind...
...fuckin' blanks.
To open up, y'know, to... recollection. He frickin'... looks around himself.
Like he's gonna catch photos on the ground and somehow be able to ask them if she's right. If she's really-really right; is this really that much of a rock-culture... thing, even with guys...!
Ssssssuffice to say, though!
He's not gonna get that.
And THUS...!
He -- looks back up at his computer screen.
Squinting super-super hard as the tip of a claw straight-up drags into his... goat-mouth. The lift of a brow and the widening of eyes...!
Combination of the thoughts of where more exactly are you going/have you gone with this and ohh, god, if you're genuinely angry, I'm gonna smash stuff...!
...An... extra pop there, though.
Aaaand... admittedly? A kind of thought of "well, Asian guys, they're... the way they are."
He tips his head to himself.
But... his ears... turn.
And with a shuffling settle comes the typing of an:]
Ok, ok
So
What do you think would work, like, four??
Five?????
Like I said, I don't have a reflection when I'm a vampire, I don't fucking know what'd look good on me anymore
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There's definitely some motion, tail included.]
oh yeah, ibuki forgot you've got the whole antique vampire thing going on, without having a reflection! we'll have to do something about that, too!
give ibuki a bit and she'll think of something, but for now we're focusing on getting you properly punked up!
hoooow does five total sound? three in one, two in the other!
they don't have to be super fancy to start with, either, and actually it'd be a really good idea to start with like, rings or something while they heal, since fancy ones can get caught on stuff or poke people if you're not careful!
ibuki should have a warning label for how sharp her needles are, heheh.
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Another point, however! Yeah, they’re both — creative people, they get around shit, let’s stick to the point...
Speaking of which!]
Well sharper’s probably better anyway right??? Wouldn’t wanna have to go getting stuff caught or ripping it up!!
Not for something like THIS anyway!!!
Though I guess that’d look pretty badass too but anyway it would fuck with the whole putting stuff IN my ears thing.
And alright!!
I accept your terms, lady.
Ughh I kinda wish I could say let’s just get it over with but my ears are totally fucking different now, I guess I don’t know how it would translate??
This better be temporary shit like Mana’s but if I gotta go to her to get magicked back I WILL even though it sucks because I was saving shit for something else god DAMN IT!!!!!
I fucking HATE being a goat.
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and then back into people earrings!
hell, they even change into perfect lil fox earrings when ibuki goes into fox mode! they don't get any smaller or anything, but somehow everything just lines up the way it needs to, and it's AAAAWESOME
so we could totally do it with your cute floppy goat ears!
[She may or may not just want to play with his floppy goat ears.]
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...A — nother thing he had... really not thought about before! How that works, but — ]
Ok you got a point but my ears right now are all weirdly shaped and BIG AND LONG, how are you gonna be sure you’re finding stuff the right way?????
[Big and long as opposed to...?]
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plus, if we hold your ear upward and long and stuff, it'll look just like a person ear!
just, you know, long and stuff!
it'll be fiiiiine, promise!!!!! you just gotta trust me!
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But... again, however! She’s... trotting our the points...!]
Nah, I do!
Ok then, let’s get down to business.
I don’t know if you can do like tonight or something but whatever, we’re on!!!
[He... is actually hype, because let him be excited about something right now, dammit!
It’s less about the piercings themselves than it is about the “it’s something to do, it’s something new to do, and Ibuki’s coming over!”, but still.]
Not gonna go for any of that weird stuff right off the bat though, right??
Like the most I was thinking about is stuff along the bottom
Though now that’s just to start off with, I guess
[He mmmmight still be a little sticky. But...!
It’ll grow on him.
Frogs in boiling water.]
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Even letting out a big, dramatic "hmmmmmm", as if someone else was here to hear her.]
wellllll ibuki wouldn't say it's "weird" stuff... it's just stuff!
good stuff, in ibuki's opinion!
but no, we're starting off with all five!
you gotta do it all at once, or it could heal funny! like, if you tried to do another later but it's all scarry and leathery where you wanna put the new one or something?
so all five at once!
ibuki will be over in a bit with the supplies! no less than fifteen minutes, too!!
[He should probably hype himself up or something.]
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HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY BUT:]
Have you always wanted to do this
[AND HE... SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER THAN TO ASSUME HE'D GET A RESPONSE TO THAT.
There's a period during which he does just pace for a bit!
Hyped indeed, mind, but...!
In any case, he opens his door straight up to her as soon as he hears her steps.
He doesn't say a word, but, well...!
That's because he knows she'll have a word.
And it won't take long for her to bring that out...!
What do you have to say about wanting to punch holes in me...?]
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Hopefully he was expecting that.
They're now in "greeting through hugs" territory.
That said, the hug isn't fast but it's brief, and she peels away to walk right into the place like she also lives there or something.
Which she sort of does in spirit, but also, not really.]
Sooo, we're gonna do three in one ear, two in the other, right? Ibuki was thinking with the way your face looks nooormally - like, not as goaty as it is now, just the normal amount of goaty - it should be three in the right, two in the left!
That way everything seems like it's all... balanced, or whatever!
And she was also thinking, for in the future, we could do gauges too, like hers! They don't have to be big but they'd be wicked, right!?
[Said as she spins to flop down on the ratty old sofa, giving him a beaming grin.]
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He was expecting her to be over, indeed, on principle! Yeah, he did ask "I dunno if you want to do it tonight", but if she doesn't say anything indicating she doesn't, well, it'll be tonight...!
He's been kind of pacing for a little bit with an ever-growing-and-pushing-against-itself swell in his chest ever since she... well? Didn't say it wouldn't be now...!
And so, at the very first sound at the door, he fuckin' races-stalks over...!'
That one little mental flash of it's you...!
Cognition!
And then another one of...
...Haa, god, he...
...He does expect it.
But there's still -- something she's going to feel. And likewise knows, in probablity, likewise, that she's gonna feel.
A momentary little shock away.
It's...always been there. And before they got this far, it... would have only been superficial.
Nahh, though, now, it is a full stop - out of I don't know if you really want me to touch you as much as I want to touch you...!
...But... by contrast to that?
The change between that and the before is just about as full as the change between the I don't know and the I respond.
You can hug Ibuki whenever you want! she said!
So he frickin' well squeezes her...!
Turns however much he can with her before she starts to detach, on her own end. All of this, too, is... likely stuff she's used to. Freeze, then tight hold, then you can go - do whatever you're gonna do.
She... might as well live there, though. Lucas... ain't never had much of a sense of home that meant anything to him outside of a broad thought of "Ryslig!"
Any space that's ever been his has just been a place he plays in. And, well, Ibuki is someone he plays with! He turns a hoofstep into the doorway to pivot and watch her as she enters.
For the most part, with a... simple and plain tense between his brows. A bit of a show of teeth.
Just... the tension between yeah, I get you, I do know you know your stuff...! and I don't.
As he treads on up to her, though... still... holding that look more than a smile for hers, apart from a... tilt of his head and bat of one ear as if to defy balance, he... just brings up:]
-- Howww'd that be balanced -- ?
[There's a... deeper squint and a pull-up of lips away from his teeth as he latches onto mention of "goaty".
He's not... even insulted by that!
He just... doesn't get it.
Or how it'd connect to the subject at hand.
Heck, the subject of gauges is probably gonna come up sooner than that.]
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Well, with the way your face is normally, it's like... um...
... Y'know how sometimes some parts of some peoples' faces can be a little higher or a little lower than other parts?
Like that. Having more stuff on one side can help that look a little better!
[And with that, she leans in, back of one hand coming up next to her mouth as she speaks in a conspiratory whisper:]
Between you and me, that's why Ibuki tries to make sure her eyebrows are all neat and tidy; one of them can sometimes be a little wild and higher than the other, and it makes everything all out of whack!
Everyone likes looking at an even face, y'know?
[That hand leaves her face, to instead pat the sofa next to her.]
Now, c'mon and sit next to me, okay?
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And additional bare of teeth on one side.
And waggle of one ear.
Okay, so... is his face asymmetrical?
(Gee, I wonder.)
Is that what she's... trying to say? Not that he minds, but -- you know...! He's just... trying to get it...!
-- Cut off with a preemptive dart in of his head on that change of posture! That is an I gotta little secret for ya pose -- he would know...!
Just an... even display of the ends of front teeth, as...
...nah, he doesn't get it!
What... is she talking about, her eyebrows, they... both always look the same, to him...!
A... slow, slow, idle fall of his head aside...!
('Eyy, sure you're not considering the idea that... the reason that her eyebrows look symmetrical to you is that she tries to make sure her eyebrows look symmetrical?)
His jaws... start to part, however, as she pats.
And... eyelids weight and drop - oh-kay... business-mode... - as he trots over.
Incongruously cowlike tail... not so much lashing as wiggling behind him as he does, indeed, sit. A... tiny little squeezy "nnngghh-uuuuhhh-uuuuh...!" vocalized grunt as legs bend his scrawny-ass posterior onto the couch cushion and hands set on the tops of each thigh and his head... partway cranes down to face her off a partway-extended neck.
Tail... slowing but increasing ferocity of lashes, behind him.
The tip moves behind him like the brush-end of an aggressive painter.
Painting a big and dark and heavy night sky over the top of a great and wide canvas.
He pfkhheh -- ...!s in a dying tone. To dispel... whatever the hell kinda restlessness it is going on. Turns his head hard, and opens his eyes wider, on the simple taut-bound-burbling question of:]
Ya done this before -- ?!
[With a little ending tying-up-to-silence.
And when I say taut, I mean taut.
It isn't out of nervousness.
He really does have it in him to only be so scared of pain.
It's... filling in a space before...
...some other sorta conflict can come in that he can't really place.]
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But they only hurt a teensy, tiny, little bit - promise!
[With that, she dips down to go rifling through that bag, pulling out a set of...
Uh, well. It's her normal, travel sewing kit.
With sewing needles.
And a lighter, which she happily places on her thigh with some playful hums, going instead to get a good sized needle out...]
... You're not scared, right? 'Cause you can always say no... but you never seemed like someone who was all that bugged by a little pinch or two, so Ibuki has a lot of faith in you!
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There is ears go... lifting.
In something like a hover. A faint wobble in upright position like an object just slightly off-balance.
As his eyes start widely and lower jaw start... descending.
...Just about as she does, however.
When she sits back up?
That look... transfers back on up to her equipment.
And pff, hey - he's not gonna question the fact that it's... sewing stuff she's gotten out! It's a simple job she's gotta do, right? Impale things? And a lighter's got its first-aid utility! On both kinds'a counts, like he's never had to kinda-sorta make due before...!
Nah, as she's getting around to getting her shit on out and pulled together, he falls forward.
On the verge of a tip like a tree or weighted branch with weight... still not quite held steady somewhere in his chest. Just a collection of energy. Hands lacing palms-in between and over his knees, one black-nailed thumb sweeping and circling over the back of one.
His head... tips lowered - switch fallen to drop a beam into place with the faint rock and bounce at the bottom of a hinge - and his look flattens a little when she says the word "scared". In some... incidental response to a challenge.
You callin' me a wimp...?
Which, you know, she isn't! He knows she isn't! Just... kinda reflex!
And -- on that last bit, he jerks and wheezes one high, ugly, cynical giggle. A squinch of his eyes, the rap of each hoof off the floor in succession - clop, clop...! - and a push off each to sit up higher...!
The pad of that thumb sweeping down.]
-- III ever told you 'bout what the old man would do whenever he caught me doin' something he didn't like back on the farm -- ?!
[It pushes through a grill to set a burble flowing thin and deep in the dips and flows in his drawl past a clog in a stream as he... falls back in.
Ears turning high and up in...!
Come on - answer me!
In... context? It's setting up a fuckin' boast.
He's told this little tidbit to Bert before and... even a stranger out of just wanting to throw shade around. On the former, kind of for pity points, and on the latter, kind of... just to well. Throw things. And hear how they crash against a wall. Who the fuck wants to be the guy who bitched to the girl who he wanted to think he was cool about how much I haaaaate my mom and dad.]
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That question, though, gets her to pause for a moment - looking up at him with a bit of confusion.]
... No?
Why? What'd he do?
[There's some actual concern in her face, asking that; letting the flame go out on the lighter as she lowers both hands down toward her lap.
This doesn't sound like pleasant conversation, after all...]
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Well...!
[Speaking of rolls, the downturn to the flow in inflection from on high passes back into an upward-one, physically. Another little push-up off of each hoof and the presses-down of the heels of his palms. A wave on down into it. Another push-up straighter. A — tensing in each limb as if they are props on wires.
The quick turn and dart of a claw forward - hold that thought! whatever... “that thought” might be...! Before fingers spider back downward, squeeze over his legs, lift in a sideways fist...!]
He’d — ...! [Voice - slams itself into one of those weird buzzing knitted points, brings that fist to his mouth for a moment for one quick-and-super-condensed cough, raises that fist on up again...] — get himself a kniiiiife — ...!
[A little buzz like a mosquito up. It’s... vivid, but not... overly-driving. Overly-intense. Just... very, very pointed.
Holds a frozen smile as he lifts his other arm up, in a... “flexing” posture but her his hand straight like a spear...!]
— And he’d HACK my arm off — ...! [A punch of that fist into his bicep on “hack”, he...! Holds it! And twists and twists it...! Okay, you’ve... made your point...!]
The whoooole THING — !
[Nooooow he’s kinda riding into screechiness.
But it turns...! Declarative, out of one jerked-and-dry-hiccupy “HA — !”
As he... continues to aggressively pantomime self-dismemberment.]
You think I’m gonna be afraid of a little knitting needle — ?!
[In a ring and an underlying warble that whips itself up tight and sharp.
Despite the last, it’s kind of... dancing. Maybe a tease of residual outrage heating it waves a little, but again!
For the most part, it was just meant to be a boast. A bit of making his point!
Like the point of a sewing needle, Luke. Not a knitting needle.]
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For a moment, it seems like she's formulating a good, thoughtful reply to the fact that he literally had his limbs sawed off by his dad multiple times, but instead -
She reaches forward with the hand the lighter's in and tugs his ear closest to her, flopping it around with the kind of smile you'd almost expect a "pfft" to go with.]
Ibuki meant if you're nervous, dummy - not like, actually afraid!
Lots of people get butterflies for their first piercing, and like, that's totally different from big wounds and stuff!
'Cause, you know, it's permanent if you take care of it. So it can get people nervous to think about how it'll look!
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He sees that face she's making, of course, but it's gross and jacked-up shit he's talking about!
Heck, he gets kind of a boost off of it - a ringing, laughing HHHHYEAH...! ISN'T THAT JACKED-UP -- ...?!
...Slows into a tense, pale hold in her pause! Facial muscles starting to -- slacken along tiny notches. The miming slowed to a stop. A vague, blank "hm...?"
-- And he starts a little when she reaches in! Just on -- you know, stuff changing getting back in motion, but he gets it! Turns 'n twists his head in - it's... less-conducive to getting this done than his instinct tells him it'd be; she's not gonna grab his ear right away.
All the while watching her sidelong out of one wide-open blue eye...! A slice of teeth showing that...
Peels open full with the tug. Initially, it's an overblown ow! with a jerk-in to follow it up. Re-studies her at a bit of an angle -
...As she flops it.
A doubling-in in the center of his face and pull-down of his brow. Lips twisting, a nonverbal pfff for a nonverbal pfff -
And a kinda-coughed-up:]
Ah --
[Just a placeholder vocal jerk as he takes a breath in.
Coarse-cruises on out:]
-- Well, you said you're gonna figure it out, right -- ?
[A hand on the couch for grounding as he... flop-scooches a little further her way...!]
IIIIII trust'cha -- ...!
[It simultaneously burns to a crisp and drifts... a little higher at the end.
Out of his focus dividing as he starts to... narrow his eyes at the lower lids. Smile still there but... resting out a little to become...
...More a light screwing-up of one's face out of just... that. Divided focus. Tongue pressing up, flat, behind his teeth, and everything.
He's thinking about things like "where is it gonna go", "how's stuff actually gonna look", "what's that needle gonna feel like" (hey, he's not that bothered by pain, but still! It's -- an experience one kind of... at least partially considers, when it's inevitable) as he does a quick sharp tight snap-scan for... said implement, but it's all simultaneous and indistinct.
Even through that low, mixed-liquids-settle sink of "oh-kay -- ! Let's do this..."]
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"I trust ya!"
She'll never get sick of that.
So how about she ruins it immediately by pulling fast and sudden on that ear of his with some obnoxious laughter.]
Ta-haaaa~ Of course, of course!! Ibuki is only the best for this job, after all - who else could you trust!?
Don't worry, she'll get you all poked up real good!!
[That said and teasingly pulled at... she lets go of that ear to finish sterilizing her needle, before wiping it down real quick.
Seems it's ready.]
Ooo~oookay! Time to get some holes in ya!
Got any final requests??
[She lifts that ear of his again - a lot more gently, this time - and holds it straight and vertical beside his face, looking it up and down for the right spots.
Sure, she's going in there with a plan, but... y'know, doesn't hurt to let him have some last minute effect on how these are done.]
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The look he gives her, in fact, goes from WHOA to the tense and downturn of practical smmmmmmoldering betrayal. Other ear turned back and lowered.
His eyes round and jaws start to open in... another one of those sudden very bright-white-in-his-head blankings - afterthought of "YOU KNOW YOU CAN'T JUST DO THAT, RIGHT?" indeed... left to be an afterthought. Something he doesn't actually feel, well... anything about, past that initial "hey" - on into the transition, with that slight lift in the corners of his mouth slowly lowering to slacken - oh? - as she lets go...!
He bounce-shuffles up a little closer. Leaning and bird-angling his head down, a little, to watch 'er work.
And ready, it does seem.
His brow boosts as she wipes.
Looks on back up at her. Tilts his head. Partway slack-jawed, still. Pupils following her hand as she reaches in. Holds as much as it can as she... surveys...!
Low-and-hollow coughing loose:]
-- Ahhhhhhh, nothing I ain't already said -- !
[A little of a sharper jerk on the last word.
...He squints for a moment. A little of an uneven skew over one side of his face. Something of a scrunch in his brow, a little of a sway in and out.
As if he is, somehow, listening to his own ear talk.
And it is saying something vaaaaaaguely off-the-wall.
Stickier from the top and back of his mouth:]
-- Told ya, this wasn't much of a plan thing -- !