мυтαηт тσкуσ (Private Thread.)

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[align=center][font=Italic][size=36pt] Ito Matsuri.
[/size]"You realize how pointless it just was to tie my hands, right?"
[font=Quicksand][size=12]

Ooc:
Ic: Ito laughed in response to Toma's comment on Lightning's uppercut, "Yeah, well the God wasn't a walk in the park, he knows how to throw his weight around." Ito walked into the room behind her, giving a sigh when she critiqued his attitude. As they began to change, Ito exhaled deeply in disappointment as Toma changed, recalling that they had never finished. "Or maybe i'm just really good at what I do."
He shot back, winking at her as he slid out his torn shirt. Ito threw his hands through the dark grey crew neck sweater that initially lay folded on his bed. Switching his dusty pants with the also dark grey Jogger Sweatpants they provided, Ito gave a sigh. The clothes were rather comfortable, and Ito was grateful for the warmth they provided. "They have a decent fashion sense for people that live underground." He observed as Toma collapse onto the couch. He grumbled to himself as he noticed what Toma was wearing. "Why the hell did I get this Dystopian casual wear and you got slim futuristic?" He complained, looking down at his outfit. "You look cute, don't fret." He told her, leaving the bedroom to stand near the couch which she now rested on. "Are we gonna go get something to eat?" He asked, bending over sideways so their eyes were level with each other.

Here's the outfit!

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[align=center][font=Italic][color=Black][size=36pt] Ito Matsuri.
[/size]"You realize how pointless it just was to tie my hands, right?"
[font=Quicksand][size=12]

Ooc:
Ic: Ito smirked as she agreed to get something to eat, watching her play with her air with an affectionate look on his face. He was taken by surprise when she grabbed his collar and kissed him, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red as her tongue teased his bottom lip before going farther into his mouth. He looked dumbfounded as she shoved him backwards, a shadowy wall coming between them. Ito gave a hmph, staring into space once he stood up. "I've been told." He replied, walking over to the door to open it for Toma as she passed through. He pulled up to the side of her once shutting it. "I wonder what the hell they have to do down here" Ito wondered, randomly choosing a direction to walk in. He took a moment to look at Toma, "I barely even know this girl, and yet there's just something about her. Why are we already so close?" He ran a hand through his dark hair, moving it into the wave that he typically did.

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[align=center][font=Italic][color=Black][size=36pt] Ito Matsuri.
[/size]"You realize how pointless it just was to tie my hands, right?"
[font=Quicksand][size=12]

Ooc:
Ic: Ito's body began to ache as he watched Toma roll her shoulder, subconsciously rolling his wrists that throbbed with a dull pain from punching Odin as many times as he did. There was something to be said about using your hands to fight like Ito did, it may allow you more control but it sure as hell hurt a lot more afterwards. The thought brought back memories of him learning how to fight as a child, primarily being taught by his brothers and a small hole in the wall dojo he lived close to. He was taught an unorthodox mix between things like Tae Kwon Do, Muay Thai, & Judo. Honestly, Ito didn't really know what to call his fighting style, but it had saved his life on numerous occassions. He inhaled the scents of sizzling meat, fresh fruits, and fresh vegetables as they came to a small food stand. The chef seemed cheery enough, and Toma seemed even more so by the idea of eating there. Ito nodded his head with a smile, rubbing his stomach exaggeratedly as they took their seats next to each other. The chef looked at Ito in slight surprise as Toma began naming things off. "I'm fine with a Bento Box, or anything you have, actually. Just make something edible and I will eat it." He informed the chef, who nodded happily as he began to work on their meal. He glanced at Toma's bracelet, "That bracelet represents that you are new here. You don't have to pay, no worries. That is what the bracelet represents, you must be assimilated into our culture and our economic system, so the first while you get the majority of things for free." The chef spoke, his rather chubby face giving a smile that reached from ear to ear. Ito was rather surprised with how he explained the system, not expecting the chef to be as knowledgeable as he was.

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[align=center][font=Italic][color=Black][size=36pt] Ito Matsuri.
[/size]"You realize how pointless it just was to tie my hands, right?"
[font=Quicksand][size=12]

Ooc:
Ic: Ito's eyes widened in delight as his Bento Box was served. Almost immediately Ito flicked his finger, causing a Gyoza to float in the air. He moved forwards, eating the whole dumpling at once with a grunt of satisfaction. Only then did he pick up his chopsticks, a smile on his face as he tasted the food. "This tastes like inner city food." Ito noted, covering his mouth as he finished what little he had left it. "Well, I'm from there, so it wouldn't be surprising!" The chef exclaimed. The two talked, their conversation full of Nostalgia as they talked about their home. It was strange how people talked about the Inner City, as if it wasn't even a part of Tokyo. The people from the outside saw it as a festering wound, dangerous, and lawless. Those that lived on the inside of it, however, talked about it with fondness and love. The police weren't capable of entering the inner city because of the danger it presented and the difficulty it wold to control it, so the Yakuza had taken their place. Ito looked at Toma occasionally, a smirk appearing on his face as he realized how grateful he was to have someone like her with him. He shrugged his shoulders as Toma offered him a taste of her milkshake. "mmm, that's really good!" He complimented after he had taken a drink from the straw, a smile on his face. He looked down at what had once been his meal, now nearly devoured. He rubbed his stomach in satisfaction, feeling strangely at home in the dark tunnels under Tokyo.

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[align=center][font=Italic][color=Black][size=36pt] Ito Matsuri.
[/size]"You realize how pointless it just was to tie my hands, right?"
[font=Quicksand][size=12]

Ooc:
Ic: Ito noticed through his occasional glances that Toma's look gradually darkened the more they talked about Inner Tokyo. Had she had some type of bad experience there, or? Ito jolted in shock as her chopsticks snapped, simultaneously realizing he knew nothing of her past. "We must've triggered some bad memories or something." He watched as she discarded her chopsticks, the situation becoming awkward. The chef gave a silent nod to Ito, going into the far corner of his shop, which was still rather close to them due to the small size, to occupy himself. Ito bit into a piece of sushi silently, waiting to see if Toma would bring anything up. The girl stayed silent which pushed Ito to speak. "What's wrong?" He asked her, the concern on his face evident.

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[align=center][font=Italic][color=Black][size=36pt] Ito Matsuri.
[/size]"You realize how pointless it just was to tie my hands, right?"
[font=Quicksand][size=12]

Ooc: Yeah, no worries! Kyoto is a like a big city in Japan, though. And it wasn't that Ito was a just a murderer, he just killed a ton of cops and Genex people because they were trying to take him away. He wasn't intentionally killing random citizens, but I can say his power went haywire and ended up killing a ton of people. And I think might have Ito work for the chef while they live there and make a friend, haha.

Ic: Ito's heart stopped the moment she said it, "Oh god." He grasped the gravity of the situation, his mind racing faster then it ever had before. The bloody memories forced themselves to the front of his conscious, the smell of the rotting dead, the faces of those he killed. Worse, the civilians he had inadvertently killed. He didn't mean to, but the blood was on his hands. His breath became ragged, Ito was on the verge of a panic attack. He nearly flinched when she had touched his leg, his eyes looking sunken. "A-alright. I'll meet you there." He watched as the girl walked off, his gut twisting in agony. He sat there for moments, staring into space. "Bud, bud! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" The cheery chef demanded. Ito snapped back to reality, turning to see contents of the kitchen floating in the air. Ito breathed, the dishes falling to where they were raised. Many of them shattered, and Ito's guilt only increased. "Oh damn man, I'm sorry." He got out of his seat, moving past the bar to help the man pick up the pieces. Once they had cleaned the mess up, Ito's mind roamed back to the Kyoto Standoff and Toma. "I'll do whatever I can to pay you back, sir." He bowed deeply towards the chef in apology. "Well, if you feel that badly, it wouldn't hurt to have another pair of hands back here. You could pay me back through good old hard labor." Ito nodded his appreciation, "That sounds fine to me, I'm Ito Matsuri, by the way." The chef gave his classic ear to ear grin, "I'm Hoju, your boss."

Ito stumbled through the hallway, a bottle of Sake in his left hand and his cheeks a rosy red. "I don't drink." He had said to Hoju after he explained to him the horrible situation he just found himself in. "You do now." Was all Hoju had said in reply, shaking the bottle that he tried to give Ito the minute he brought up the Kyoto standoff. Now Ito shuffled through the halls, dull, drunken. His hiccups bounced off the walls as he found his way towards his and Toma's room. He let go of the bottle as he moved to open the door, which for in his current state was a task that he had to devote all of focus to. The bottle stayed in the air as he sloppily opened the door. He hiccuped loudly as he entered the room, falling onto the couch that he walked haphazardly to.

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[align=center][font=Italic][color=Black][size=36pt] Ito Matsuri.
[/size]"You realize how pointless it just was to tie my hands, right?"
[font=Quicksand][size=12]

Ooc:
Ic: Ito fought for control of the bottle for several moments, grunting in effort before she finally ripped it away. He motorboaded his lips in frustration as she turned him over to face her. He looked at her a moment as she spoke, hardly hearing anything besides drink and bed. "Those sound nice, thank you Toma." He nodded his appreciation drunkenly as to what he thought was an offer of a drink and a bed. He gazed into her teal eyes, which reminded him of sea water. "You're so beautiful, I do not deserve you." He said sheepishly, his face looking coy like a little boy trying to flirt. Without warning, Ito's body rapidly moved from being on the couch to being suspended in the air. He grew silent as he floated horizontally in the air, looking below him on either side. "Sh*t." was all he had, no explanation, no confusion. This is why Ito didn't drink. With his power, he didn't try to levitate, he had to try not to. His body rolled in the air childishly. "Hey, this is kind of fun." He noted, stuttering several times. His body rolled, in the air, towards the bedroom until he hit the wall above the frame. "I-I got this, Toma." He called out to her before falling straight to the ground, his face meeting the wooden floor with a loud thud. Standing up slowly, Ito rested his body on the door frame to the bedroom, looking at Toma as he shrugged his shoulders and hiccuped.

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[align=center][font=Italic][color=Black][size=36pt] Ito Matsuri.
[/size]"You realize how pointless it just was to tie my hands, right?"
[font=Quicksand][size=12]

Ooc:
Ic: Ito's mind was basically blank up until the point her hands brushed his torso, he watched her as she rocked her way downwards lightly, her groin now near his as she asked him for his assistance in undressing him. The fire from earlier returned to Ito's stomach, sobering him slightly. His hiccups stopped as she struggled with his pants. He grabbed her by her petite hips, his eyes transitioning from drunken foolishness to a smoldering gaze. He arched his back lightly to allow room for his pants to come off, his large shaft teasing her as it rode against her clit through the cloth of his slim sweatpants. He pulled her forwards, onto his muscular torso as his pants slid themselves off with ease.

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[align=center][font=Italic][color=Black][size=36pt] Ito Matsuri.
[/size]"You realize how pointless it just was to tie my hands, right?"
[font=Quicksand][size=12]

[align=center][color=black]Ooc:
Ic: Ito was taking deep, sensual breaths before he gave a groan as she rolled off of him, his lips puckering in a pouty manner. He looked at her as she told him no, his eyes narrowing. He didn't speak, he just watched her as she laid on her side of the bed, throwing blankets over them. His mind was foggy, his senses unclear. He laced his fingers behind his head as he fixated his stare on the wall. In dead silence, he could hear the business of Tokyo above. The light and constant hum that came from the bustling streets filled his senses as his mind worked to think a sober thought, to no avail. For now, all he knew was the faraway sound of civilization.

He imagined the neon signs that covered the sky above them like a canopy, acting as a night light to Ito when he slept as a child and as his normal light when they didn't have enough money to pay the electricity bill. Ito's goal never was to flee the abject poverty he was born into, neither was it to escape the ghetto he was born into. It had always been to survive, to not end up as another body in the ground. Ironically enough, there he was, hundreds of feet under the streets he lived to stay above, his heart beating.

Though Toma lay in bed next to him, he felt incredibly lonely, looking up at the ceiling. He recalled the cot he slept on as a child, his brothers always next to him. He felt so safe with them, as if he belonged and that feeling was something they'd all be willing to fight for. A wave of emotion shuddered through his body at the thought of his brothers. Ito's eyes began to flutter, his blinking become slower and slower. He turned on his side, towards Toma's back as his eyes finally closed for the night, one last sigh of mixed emotions escaping his lips.

Ito's mind was running too fast for him to fall asleep. Too much had happened in such a small amount of time that he hadn't had time to process. He raised his eyebrows in slight surprise as he realized this was his first night away from the institution. Turning onto his back, Ito moved the thick blankets off of them. He was sweating slightly, the room feeling uncomfortably hot. He rested his arms on his hard torso, looking up at the ceiling hoping he'd fall asleep.

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[align=center][font=Italic][color=Black][size=36pt] Ito Matsuri.
[/size]"You realize how pointless it just was to tie my hands, right?"
[font=Quicksand][size=12]

Ooc:
Ic: Ito muttered an apology to Toma as she complained about his tossing and turning. His mind began to calm a bit as she took his hand and snuggled into him, she felt so comforting in his arms. He turned his head towards her in response to the words she spoke under her breath, the look on his face a mix between lust and confusion. He shifted his weight onto his elbow, resting his head in the palm of his hand to observe Toma better. Blushing slightly as she suggested that they finish what they started.

Ito sat there in a moment of silence, his drunken mind trying to remember the reason he shouldn't do this with her. "There's something that you did, you shouldn't be doing this." His mind warded him away, and yet his free hand found itself on Toma's upper leg, rubbing sensually. The sensation that his fingertips felt forced reason out of his mind and drove him from a laying position to his knees, his face now dangerously close to hers. Right now, all that mattered was the fire in his belly and the one who offered to put it out.

Ito looked into Toma's eyes, noticing a hint of embarrassment. He moved closer still, their foreheads now touching as he continued to move his hand across her inner thigh. "I thought you'd never ask." He replied, biting his lip lustily. Swinging his other arm around Toma's lower back, Ito put his lips to hers, the insatiable desire kindling with in as he stuck his tongue into her mouth, the pressure tightening significantly as he pulled her in with his arm, her breasts brushing his strong chest through her tight shirt.