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[osomashu]

jc-in-blunderland:

She chuckled a little at his reaction to the hot water. “I know, you’re probably a bath guy, yeah? Honestly, I’m the other way ‘round. Been a while since I had a good soak.” She grabbed a couple of washcloths from the stack by the sink and stepped in with him. It was close, but not uncomfortably so. Felt good to have him that close, actually. Except most of the spray was being blocked by his shoulders, and she was starting to get a little chilly. JC handed him a washcloth. “Let me get under there, too,” she chuckled, and they started to awkwardly shift positions until she was situated under the shower head, letting the hot water cascade over her. Ahhhh. That was nice.

She reached down and grabbed the bottle of body wash, and flipped open the cap. “So, um. Are we taking care of ourselves or each other, with this? Not sure what you’d prefer.” She squeezed some into her washcloth and passed the bottle to Osomatsu. “I mean, it’d be fun to help each other out, right?” Plus, let’s face it, it’d be great for her to get her hands on him again. It seemed like he would want to get together again, and this might be an easy way to figure out what makes him tick. Not to mention how good he looked with that wet, slicked back hair. She bit her lip. “What do you say, babe?”

It took Osomatsu a hot minute to realize that JC had yet to be showered in...well, shower water, shuffling a little aways so she could finally get soaked. Being mindful not to slip, of course.

He’d rather go out falling if they were...nevermind.

“Let me get rid of the main stink, yeah?” Washcloth in hand he took the bottle of body wash in the other, quickly squirting some onto it as he began to scrub away at the layers of grim. Albeit a bit too exaggerated it honestly felt like his skin was just clogged up with...whatever the hell skin could be clogged up with. He didn’t really pay attention in biology class, unsuprising to anyone.

 “Don’t want you getting your pretty ‘lil hands...stanky.”

Washing under the pits he let his eyes close over as a tune fell from the NEET’s mouth, slightly puckered lips whistling a couple of songs from yesterday night that had been stuck in his head ever since.

“...Alright, I’m decontaminated! Mostly, anyway.” He half-chuckled, rinsing the cloth before splorting more body wash on before signaling JC to turn around. “Lemme get your back first, yeah? Massage the knots ‘n kinks outta those shoulders...”

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[osomashu]

jc-in-blunderland:

“Fart ghosts.” Well, that was a new one. “If you think about it, isn’t a toot just a ghost of a shi– man, why am I talking about this?” She laughed, carefully stepping around so that he could get out of that hoodie. Yeah; daylight version was not a disappointment. He was just as nice-looking as the night before. High five to you, drunk JC.

Well, low five. “Yeeeeeeees. That is generally how it works. Unless you wanted to wash my pajamas along with the rest of me.” He was so ridiculously clueless, it worked almost like an anti-charisma. She just couldn’t help but want to stick around and see what else he could come up with. He was sweet and funny, but boy oh boy. Maybe her brother was right about her having a taste for dumb boys. JC shook her head, laughed a bit, and reached around Osomatsu. “Lemme get the water started; it sometimes takes a minute to get hot. There should be enough room in there for us both, but it’s gonna be kinda close. And I don’t have a problem with it if you don’t.” As the pipes groaned their way to life, she slipped off the nightshirt and undies, dropping them into a little hamper with yesterday’s clothes.

“Well, guess it’s time. Let’s get wet.”

“As fun as that sounds, I’ll have to pass.” Maybe later down the road, but right now? He just wanted to get soaped up with the help of his lovely lady friend. To be honest Osomatsu was still a bit appalled somewhere deep inside his virgin-no-more NEET brain, how on Earth did he manage to score with someone like JC? Sure they were both sort of under the influence but she may as well had kicked him out straight away.

But instead here he was, about to shower with that very same woman who took his virginity.

He was over the goddamn moon.

“Time to get wetter, you mean.” Was that a joke? A flirtatious gesture? Even he didn’t know as his eyes drifted away from the discarded undies to the now naked form before him...but he had to move, stepping into the shower as the water pelted his back - which of course earned a pleased groan from the eldest. “God that feels good...forgot how good showers can be.” Osomatsu breathed out a chuckle. He was used to having quick showers before entering bathhouses but that’s about it.

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jc-in-blunderland:

“Musky? Yes. Stanky? Not so much,” she laughed. Damn, he made her smile so much her cheeks hurt. “And no one’s called ya cute? I must protest. That’s a major omission.”

She gave the bathroom a quick visual once-over. Okay, this can be dealt with quickly. Gather up the dry clothes, stuff them into a pillow case, collapse and put away drying rack. Now there’s room for them both to stand. Cleaning wipes, where? Under the sink - ok. Quick once-over on the sink, clear off the schmutz, toss wipe. Grab a second wipe from the pack, give toilet a once-over. Straighten out bathmat. Deep breath. It’s presentable.

She opened the door back up and gave him a look. “Dude. It wasn’t farts. There wasn’t anyone in here to fart. Unless you have a magical way of teleporting your toots to the next room, and if you do? You gotta hook me up. That’d be a riot. But I digress.” She swung the door all the way open and gestured for him to come in. “Your shower awaits. Hope you’re cool with Tropical Splash body wash ‘cause that’s all I got, my dude.”

“Please...” He chuckled to himself. “‘m usually called handsome, or sexy, but cute also works.” And boy does it. Osomatsu will eat up any kind of compliment just as long as it sated his ego.

So now here he was, standing on the other side of the door as JC ‘fixed’ the bathroom...maintenance, was it? Whatever the case was, Osomatsu stuffed in his hands inside the pockets of his hoodie, stretching the hem of the clothing down whilst he waitied--

“Oh?” Well, that was quick. “That was quick.” Ever the wordsmith, that Osomatsu. Walking in to see the bathroom particularly normal looking. “Dude, y’think ghosts can’t let one loose from time to time?” There’s that playful grin of his again. “If they can create ectoplasm then I wouldn’t bat an eye if they accidentally let some gas pass.” It wasn’t really a sexy topic to talk about but hey, she didn’t seem to mind. “As long as it smells good ‘nd gets the job done I don’t care, but be prepared if there isn’t enough.” He fumbles a bit but manages to throw his hoodie off over his head and onto the floor.

“We might have to share...y’know, with our naked bodies.”

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jc-in-blunderland:

JC had to giggle a bit at the ringtone guess. “I change it every week or so, honestly. Right now it’s from an old video game, but who knows what it’ll be next time? And I have different rings for different people, too.” She got up from her seat, leaving the dishes on the table for now. Could always clear that off afterwards.

“Is that supposed to be enticing or something?” She snorted, ruffling his hair a little as she walked past him en route to the bathroom. “Last thing I need in this place is a smelly pantsless guy ruining the decor. Come on, cutiepie. I might even have the luxury of a clean towel or two awaiting.”

She opened the door to the bathroom, peeked in, then closed it again. “Um. Actually? Stand by a moment. Maintenance.” She grinned at Osomatsu apologetically, then ducked into the tiny room for a moment. She needed to deal with the laundry rack and last night’s shaving mess as quickly as possible; she really didn’t wanna mess this up!

Osomatsu rubbed the underside of his nose while laughing a bit at her amused self. “I mean, chicks dig dudes that have that musky smell to ‘em, right?” It was better than his younger brother’s body spray, that was for sure. He didn’t fancy getting gassed out of house and home via Lynx Aftershave.

“Cutiepie? That’s a new one.” He leaned back up, turning around to follow behind JC...ah, that was right! No wonder why downstairs was drafty, guy forgot he had no pants on. “Can’t say I can complain though.” ...Was that towards the compliment or his own inner-monologue?

Whatever the case was they both made their way to the bathroom, ready to waltz on in-- “Huh?” Or not. “Maintenance? What, bathroom smell like farts or somethin’?” He still spoke out even once JC has made her way inside, raising his voice with a playful tone. “That’s kinda the norm for bathrooms, babe!”

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[osomashu]

jc-in-blunderland:

That face. Geez, what an adorable doofus. I bet he thinks that looks sexy. He’s right, but not in the way he thinks he is. JC had trouble keeping her eyes off of him. Why, though? Wasn’t he just gonna pass right through? Regardless, it felt good to have him sitting across the table like that; it felt cozy and domestic and right, and it had been a while since she felt like that.

She chuckled. “Glad to know you’d be able to find me on such short notice. But at least this’ll let you know when I’d wanna be found, yeah?” She took another bite, and continued.

“As much fun as having my very own wave pool would be? I think it might make me lose my security deposit, babe. So yeah, I’ll help you out.” Her brain raced; was there enough room for them both in there, maybe? The futon was out of commission for the moment but she could be up for some good clean fun if he was….

Osomatsu hummed in reply, resting his head on the heel of his palm. “That, and also I’ll be able to send you texts and the like...” Raunchy pictures for those cold, lonely nights. “Plus you look like the kinda gal that would have a killer ringtone...some kind of american hit, yeah?” He didn’t know a lot about the american industry but he did know of a great man named Elvis.

Maybe if he looked hard enough, he could find that old Halloween costume...

“So-” The NEET pushed his chair back against the floor, getting up lazily as he stretched. “What are we waitin’ for? We’ll catch flies soon if we don’t hurry up ‘nd scrub ourselves.” He chuckled, leaning his top half over the chair with crossed arms. “I warn ya, I can get pretty smelly.”

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jc-in-blunderland:

JC paused for a moment. Fapiski? Jomatsu? She shook her head; probably wouldn’t matter. Not like she was gonna meet the guy any time soon anyway.

“Rising?”, she sounded out carefully. “I don’t know what that means. But yeah? I guess I just wanted to make sure we’d be able to find each other again. It’s not always easy in a city this size, you know? ‘Specially if you think we’re a good match.” She grinned as he began tearing into his breakfast. Seems like he had an appetite for everything.

“So, um. Osomatsu. Any plans for after breakfast? I know you mentioned wanting to get washed up, and lucky you, I just happen to have an apartment with a shower. Want me to show you how to use it?”

Gulping down the remains of his pancake Osomatsu rested his fork on the plate, quirking an eyebrow up which only made the look on his face ever the more smug.

“I know Akatsuka like the back of my right hand, babe.” He laughed, giving a little wave with the back of his palm. “Even without a number I’d be able to find you within ten minutes, tops.” Maybe a little bit exaggerated, but he lived to impress...well, gorgeous dames that is.

Osomatsu played with his food whilst JC spoke, letting her finish before plopping the last bit of breakfast into him. “Don’t want me makin’ a waterpark out of your apartment, eh? I understand--” Thank God she offered to show him. “As much as I love my natural, manly scent I think it’d be best to scrub all this grime off of me...”

“Did you wanna help, or...?”

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“Choromatsu.” He answered almost simultaneously. It was all the eldest had to know to identify the third, green clad brother. “Okaasan probably made him do it since he’s the ‘responsible one’, but me? I don’t buy it.” The sextuplet stretched his arms and rest them behind his head. “He’s always rising, stupid Chorofapski...anyway--” He cuts himself off, gaze drifting back to JC only to give her a smirk.

“You predicted my next set of moves? Wow, we really are a match made in heaven.” A throaty chuckle escapes him before digging in himself.

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"These pancakes aren't half-bad. Thanks, Osomatsu! Oh, before I forget -- your phone rang last night. Someone said he was your brother?" (JC)

“Not too shabby, eh?” It was one of the many things the NEET prided himself in, rubbing his nose along with a grin that was of course, fleeting upon hearing the last part.

 “Oh, you answered it then? ...Thanks, didn’t wanna talk to any of ‘em anyway.” Privacy wasn’t the issue, he just didn’t want his brothers nagging him when he was out here having the time of his life.

“Which one? Did he say anything important?”

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jc-in-blunderland:

You, she wanted to say. Having to clean off the floor made her very aware of his, um. He, uh. It had become obvious that his hoodie wasn’t long enough. She blinked abruptly, trying to clear her head, and replied, “I have butter and syrup in the fridge, which is fine for me. But if you want powdered sugar, I have that, too. And you can stay a while, if you want. I don’t have anyplace to be until five.” And I can cancel trivia night with Kuma, if I have to,, she thought.

He was just as cute the next day, even with the ringing pain of a hangover starting to seep in behind her eyes. JC pinched the bridge of her nose and flicked on the electric kettle, and started to search for a pair of clean mugs. “Would you want some tea, maybe? I have only green and black, but they’re both pretty decent.” Ah, success. She put the mugs onto the counter, then turned away. Time to deal with the mess.

She looked over at the futon and grimaced. It even looked grubby from where she stood. She sighed, then hauled it out to her balcony to air out. Collateral damage for the night, maybe. She chuckled a little as she straightened it out over the railing. Hopefully a couple hours outside would make it usable again. She came back in to see Osomatsu still in front of her stove, so she came over and kissed him on the cheek. “How’s it coming along?”

As soon as the information was relayed Osomatsu had already set into action as he was in and out of the fridge in one swift motion, setting them all down before starting from scratch. Now he’ll just have to remember how his mother made them that one winter morning...

“I’ll have what yer havin’, babycakes.” Osomatsu never really was an avid tea drinker but it wasn’t like he could just turn down JC’s hospitality like that. Besides, tea couldn’t be that gross. Upon pondering to himself he realized that she left to go to the balcony...ah, the futon. Guess it really was that filthy, huh?

It took a couple of failed attempts and broken pancakes for the NEET to actually have a normal stack, not at all perfect but at least they weren’t falling apart like the last batch. He then separated them into even amounts on two different plates he found on the kitchen top sink before watching himself pour the syrup onto JC’s stack...now that looked satisfyi--

“O-Oh-- yeah, yeah!” God, pull yourself together! “Hope it’s to your liking because there’s no more eggs, sorry ‘bout that.”

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jc-in-blunderland:

He must have jumped three feet into the air. JC covered her mouth; it wouldn’t be nice of her to laugh at the poor guy, even if he had such a cartoonish reaction to hearing her voice.

But then, the egg happened, and she couldn’t control herself any longer. A guffaw escaped from behind her hands as the mess dripped down from the ceiling onto his face. But she recovered quickly, and was next to him with a roll of paper towels in no time at all. She tore one off of the roll and started to wipe off his face, gently, and chuckled a little. “Guess we both startled each other, huh? I’ll take care of the ceiling later. You okay?”

There. He was all cleaned off, and looking up, it didn’t seem as though anything else was going to drip onto them. She knelt down to retrieve the scattered shell, trying to ignore his pantslessness, then straightened back up to toss it into the trash. “I guess we’re gonna cook this together. I’m glad you stayed, Osomatsu.” She smiled at him, and gently brushed his stubbly cheek with her fingertips. “It’s nice to have company.”

...Well, it wasn’t like he didn’t see this coming. After all, if his brothers suffered the same fate, or anyone at all for that matter, he’d be busting his gut with laughter tenfold. Still though he pouted, feeling the rough paper towel wipe away the gooey disaster off of his poor, handsome face.

“Aren’t you gonna take care of me too?” His eyebrows raised whilst a smirk painted his lips in the moment. “I don’t wanna smell like egg all day - sex is fine, but egg? Groooss.”

They were both needing a shower anyway, especially after last night’s shenanigans. Right now, though? He was hungry; stomach growling on key just as JC wiped the floor too...careful now, ‘lil Oso is easy excited. Chucking to himself Osomatsu looked over to the stove top once more...before shrugging her way, smile matching. “You can’t get rid of me that easily...” Oh, that felt nice.

“Now, what do you like on your pancakes?”

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{ continued from here with @ask-ichiko-matsu )

“Let’s just say ‘ol Osomatsu miscalculated a few numbers, hehe.”

It was a pretty big understatement. Since when did the NEET pay attention to anything remotely math-like? If it gets the woman to pay for his own, completely avoidable mistake and give him the time of day then hell, he’s willing to play Einstein.

“A good deed a day keeps the devil away, y’know!”

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kiirei:

“ I’d prefer if you referred to me as ‘Tastuno-san’, since we aren’t well acquainted with each other yet, Osomatsu-san. ” [ And there it was. The same glacial, sharp glare Karina now had been probably addressing to the man for the third time in a span of fifteen minutes. Yet again this Osomatsu guy was taking too much confidence when they barely exchangd their names for the first time. If that was his real name at all. Karina didn’t fully trust him, not after knowing he had been banned from her school for whatever serious reason. At least, from that big, loud mouth of his, a fantastic solution slipped out. ] “ A taxi! That’s a great idea!! I could arrive on time while you could go home. What is the phone number to call one, though? I never use them… ”

“Haha, of course!” All he could do was just smile that big ‘ol smile of his in response to the woman’s obvious distaste, brushing it off as if it were a fallen leaf. “Tastuno-ch--san, huh? Seems like a pretty wealthy soundin’ name, if you ask me!” She wasn’t, Osomatsu. “Now Matsuno? Boy, don’t even get my STARTED--”

Huh? Huh huh?

Great idea?

Him?!

“Of course it’s a great idea! It’s coming from the source of greatness, after all.” She was unknown to it but the woman was actually inflating his ego even more; later down the line she was bound to regret it. The NEET recited the phone number to the other, although a little slowly on purpose...just so he’d get to spend more time with her...

Maybe he was a genius.

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“How...much did you say?”

Thinking that it would be fun to mix things up a little, Osomatsu found himself visiting new and different bars around Akatsuka. Albeit not very many compared to the likes of bigger towns or cities the NEET managed to land a pretty nice find.

...Until, apparently, he had unknowingly ordered and drank some overpriced shochu.

“Y-Yeah! Totally, just give me a second...are you kidding me? It didn’t even taste that good...” Mumbling as he looked to his left, there he saw a woman silently enjoying her own poison. By the look on her face it seems like the last thing she wanted was a guy like him to bother her, but alas Osomatsu breaks through like always.

“Hey babe! Mind paying for my drink? I’ll definitely pay you back after we ditch this place - whaddya say?”

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“Those ten seconds were worth it.”

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kiirei:

[ A stern, cold stare was the only respond Karina gave to his pathetic attempt of a joke. Once at home, her dad would kill her if he discovered that his perfect daughter missed one of those vital medicine lessons! While all this guy did was making fun of the situation!! Although, he didn’t know her. He didn’t know about her stressful lifestyle, her family and demanding father and how much she HATED attending that course. Making her miss the bus, in the end, wasn’t as tragic as she imagined it to be. Should she really continue to stay mad at him? ]

“ Unless you run at the speed of light, I don’t think carrying me  would do any good. I’d be late anyway and you’d end up more tired than before… I did appreciate the thought, though.” [ Oh, yes! She needed to correct that. ] “ — It’s Karina. Not ‘princess’, by the way. ”

Osomatsu’s arms had already been outstretched as if to sweep the woman right off her feet and into a traditional bridal’s carry, but they soon fell limp along with a pout making itself known at the rejection.

“I mean you could call a taxi, but where’s the fun in that? Besides, I can be pretty damn fast when I want to--!”

Wait, Karina? Was she...did she, did she really just tell him her name?! He hadn’t gotten this far in months! Alright Osomatsu, play it cool...you don’t have many chances left!

“Karina, eh?” Whether the winking was intentional or not it was unknown to the NEET, it being basic as breathing nowadays. “Can I call you Karina-chan? I’ll let you call me Osomatsu-san in return!”

He says it like it’s a privilege...

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