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[7-Aug-2021][Ayatsuri Sakon] Hell of a Dude
Title: Hell of a Dude
Day/Prompt: 7-Aug-2021
Fandom: Ayatsuri Sakon
Character/Pairing: Sakon, Ukon
Rating/Warning(s): Teen,
"It'll only take," Sakon pauses, "approximately ten minutes for Kazuhiko-san to hike to our location. In that time, we can set this up," Sakon gestures to a array of skulls on the mantle, dull in the glow of the pale moonlight.
Ukon shivers.
"Not objecting, but dude— is the psychological trauma worth it?"
Sakon blinks, wide eyes and all doe-eyed innocence.
"Yes." He says, lips forming a soft, charming smile while his lashes flutter innocently. Maybe if he looked closer, he'd see fucking sparkles and rainbows twinkling on his skin. If Ukon were a weaker man, or rather a weaker doll, he'd fall for Sakon's beguiling charms. He's pretty when he wants to be, all compelling and convincing, but Ukon isn't a weaker man, so the puppet only reaches up, pats his cheek, and sighs.
"We're finding the killer, after all." Sakon hums, then plucks a skull from the pile. They aren't real, unfortunately, but he keeps his complaints to himself.
"Uh, yeah. And we're traumatizing everyone else too." Him, specifically. He doesn't like the creepy shit; he isn't Sakon with his fascination for murder, gothic clothing, and mysteries. Just because he can take it doesn't mean he wants to. It's creepy, man.
"It's only a few skulls, Ukon." Sakon says, nearly pouting.
Only a few skulls, Ukon. Only a couple of skulls they're about to arrange to draw out a killer for a murder investigation— only a few skulls, fake backyard graves, and fake blood.
"They're not real," Sakon twists his wrist back and forth, the soft light making the yellow-white skull a little scarier. "Real ones feel different. Heavier, denser... more cracks. They forgot the sphenoid bone details."
"I'm sure these very normal people know that." Then, Ukon chuckles.
"Y'know, you've seen a lotta skulls. Kinda creepy, man." Ukon says, and Sakon blushes.
"B-because we've solved a lot of murders, not—" Sakon tries, and Ukon holds a finger over his mouth.
"No need to continue," Ukon comments, deadpanning at his puppeteer, "you're one hell of a dude."
Day/Prompt: 7-Aug-2021
Fandom: Ayatsuri Sakon
Character/Pairing: Sakon, Ukon
Rating/Warning(s): Teen,
"It'll only take," Sakon pauses, "approximately ten minutes for Kazuhiko-san to hike to our location. In that time, we can set this up," Sakon gestures to a array of skulls on the mantle, dull in the glow of the pale moonlight.
Ukon shivers.
"Not objecting, but dude— is the psychological trauma worth it?"
Sakon blinks, wide eyes and all doe-eyed innocence.
"Yes." He says, lips forming a soft, charming smile while his lashes flutter innocently. Maybe if he looked closer, he'd see fucking sparkles and rainbows twinkling on his skin. If Ukon were a weaker man, or rather a weaker doll, he'd fall for Sakon's beguiling charms. He's pretty when he wants to be, all compelling and convincing, but Ukon isn't a weaker man, so the puppet only reaches up, pats his cheek, and sighs.
"We're finding the killer, after all." Sakon hums, then plucks a skull from the pile. They aren't real, unfortunately, but he keeps his complaints to himself.
"Uh, yeah. And we're traumatizing everyone else too." Him, specifically. He doesn't like the creepy shit; he isn't Sakon with his fascination for murder, gothic clothing, and mysteries. Just because he can take it doesn't mean he wants to. It's creepy, man.
"It's only a few skulls, Ukon." Sakon says, nearly pouting.
Only a few skulls, Ukon. Only a couple of skulls they're about to arrange to draw out a killer for a murder investigation— only a few skulls, fake backyard graves, and fake blood.
"They're not real," Sakon twists his wrist back and forth, the soft light making the yellow-white skull a little scarier. "Real ones feel different. Heavier, denser... more cracks. They forgot the sphenoid bone details."
"I'm sure these very normal people know that." Then, Ukon chuckles.
"Y'know, you've seen a lotta skulls. Kinda creepy, man." Ukon says, and Sakon blushes.
"B-because we've solved a lot of murders, not—" Sakon tries, and Ukon holds a finger over his mouth.
"No need to continue," Ukon comments, deadpanning at his puppeteer, "you're one hell of a dude."