what i desire most, what i fear most

[digestate]

we can just treat this as our misc csm cupboard 💕

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[ Strawberry ice cream with fruit bits. An excellent addition. Maybe he should loot Aki's points card and see if they can get some of this stuff for cheap…

But first. ]

hah? why would he?

[ ????????? ]

youre more cutesy. like uhhhh a bunny or something

[ Denji, what are you saying… Angel has wings. ]

or a penguin

[ Not those kinds of wings. ]

so i bet hed be way into it if it were you

[lifesapping]

[What an odd reaction. Angel knows some humans think he's "cutesy" or whatever but he doesn't have an opinion on that himself. He knows his human partner doesn't agree. He knows Denji does. ...And why a pengin.]

i think he would prefer it from someone he actually likes

[Just because he saved his life doesn't mean Angel has any illusions that his human partner likes him. And because he feeds him, and takes him out to dinner, and whatever else. He's not stupid.]

hes always talking about you

[digestate]

[ Isn't Angel, too, a flightless bird? Although that's probably about where the similarities begin and end. Honestly, if Denji had any sense, he'd draw the connection that Angel's indolent temperament is more akin to the stray cats from the neighborhood colony that loaf about the streets. But no, instead… penguin. Constructive criticism will not be tolerated on this matter.

…Anyway, sidestepping that first comment. Not at all because he's embarrassed, alright? He just doesn't care if a guy, especially that guy, likes or hates him. Yeah. ]

geez cant the dude zip it for once

…well what kinda smack did he tell you about?

[ Just casually inquiring. Nothing to see here. ]

[lifesapping]

[Smack... Is that what he took from that? If it was only smack, it would be one thing, but... Hmm. Maybe he doesn't want to hear the more serious things Aki talks to Angel about. There's a bit of a pause before he finally replies.]

did you make something yucky in the kitchen using pudding last week

he used words like "shit for brains" when discussing it

something about the air fryer but i dunno what an air fryer is

[He thought he was talking about some kind of bird at first. "Air flyer." Humans are so good at inventing things with strange names.]

[digestate]

[ Gaaah! He really was talking crap?! That's… disappointing for some reason. Tch, maybe he should rethink how worth it is to cheer him up when he's such a dick. ]

air fryers are these thingos that fry stuff with air that health whackjobs like hayakawa are obsessed with

and it wasnt YUCKY
it was esperamentul
exepramentol

[ E… Exper… Forget it. ]

just cuz it set off the alarm and forced some firedudes to come check out our kitchen and i had to scrape off the bits that werent black doesnt mean my pudding pancakes didnt taste damn good with syrup and sprinkles

you cant just believe everything that jerkwad says!!

[lifesapping]

[Fry stuff with air? Sounds like the work of a devil, not human invention.]

experemental

[Two idiots with two brain cells total.]

that sounds good tho... you should have shared with him maybe he wouldnt have cared then

you know until i shared a cone with him he never bought ice cream whenever he got some for me but now he always gets a cone too

also he said hes learned how to cook a lot more kinds of stuff ever since you two moved in

but he still wont make me a bento

[...They're kind of losing the plot here. This was supposed to be about cheering up Aki Hayakawa.]

how much does an air flyer cost can you buy him a new one? maybe he would be happy if you bought him a new one that you didnt destroy

1/3 denji stop talking so much...

[digestate]

[ Oh… He's been making more stuff? That… Well, that makes sense. Power's so picky. Recently, she's gotten sneakier about disposing their vegetables; instead of outright trashing them, she's been rehoming their produce to the neighboring patios. Called it noblesse oblige or something. ]

yknow since youre helpin with this hes gonna HAVE to make yuo a bento!

cuz after ya do something for someone else they owe ya.

2/3

[digestate]

[ Also, how much was the air fryer? It was one of those double basket ones, which probably alludes to it being a splurge buy for the household. Definitely outside his budget, but he'll add it to the list for now, anyway. ]

ok so

air flryer
strawbry ice cream
jam
bread
cake
tissues

what else? feels like theres something missing

3/3

[digestate]

[ And then it hits him. ]

drinks drinks drinks! how could we forget drinks?!

the bastard likes coffee and booze. a total workalcoholic

hes got beer in the fridge so we should get one of those instant coffees and mix em together

[lifesapping]

[Oh no. This is a lot of stuff. How are they going to carry all of this? This is starting to sound like a ton of work. Maybe he can eat some of it on the way? But no, he's not supposed to eat it, it's for Aki Hayakawa to eat... Ughhh. Why did he ever respond to him. It's good that Denji keeps sending texts because Angel is regretting his entire life for the tenth time today.]

this is a lot of stuff

do you have money? i dunno if you get paid

[Maybe it's a half salary because he's half human. Ha, ha, ha.]

coffee sounds like a bad idea it might wake him up too much... i heard one of my former buddys talk about a 'night cap' to drink for before you go to bed

[That guy's dead, so hopefully he had one of those before he kicked it.]

maybe you put the alcohol in a hat? we could buy him a hat ive never seen him wear a hat

[digestate]

duuuuh i get paid!! i work hard for my lot in life yknow!

[ Being owned by the government, it probably isn't a regular paycheck… Likely more of a fixed stipend mailed to Aki each month that encompasses a projected budget for both Power and Denji's different household needs while they're in his care. And from there, he probably just budgets a weekly allowance to give them that they can save or spend at their discretion.

Believe it or not, Denji is quite diligent about saving. But he doesn't have any plans to dig into his own pockets for this. ]

anyway i just snuck into his room. stole one of his pants

[ Yes, a whole pair of actual pants. He panicked and didn't bother rattling the wallet out, fearful the noise might catch Aki's attention. ]

so i think wer e good to go to find that night cap thing you were talkin bout

meet ya outside hq in 20

be there or be ⬛❗❗❗❗❗❗❗❗❗❗❗

[ He's so obnoxious.

But yes, because Denji is an idiot and lacks self-preservation, he doesn't bother to make himself hidden once he enters the grounds, even using the path typically reserved for the general public. It's weird how he never notices it during the daytime, but at night, this place really is creepily spartan, despite the attempts by hired landscapers to brighten the area up with all sorts of greenery. Man, this place isn't haunted, is it? He watched a found footage horror flick recently where a bunch of paranormal investigators got totally destructified by a poltergeist wandering a courtyard just like this one…

To keep his mind off the sudden jitters entering his system, Denji digs into Aki's pant pockets. That he carried with him. The entire way there. ]

[lifesapping]

[Huh, he stole his pants...? Why his pants? Is he going to wear Aki's pants? ...How did he steal them if he's crying? Did he pull them off his body?]

[Dismissing the odd things that must go on in the Hayakawa household, Angel finally gets up and opens his cell door (no one locks his because he's such a low threat for doing literally anything of note) and wanders slowly upstairs to wait by the front door. Which is locked. He knows it's going to be cold outside and of course he didn't bring a jacket so he's just in his uniform shirt and pants. Ahh, he forgot his shoes, too... Should he go back downstairs? No... That sounds like a real pain. He stares down at his socked feet then looks out the window and spots Denji arriving, holding something in his arms. He sighs heavily, pressing his forehead against the glass.]

[It's way too late to put in this much effort for a couple of humans.]

[Spreading his wings out, he's able to push off the ground and reach the lock on the top of the window, sliding it off and kicking the window open at the same time. It snaps open and he lands on the sill, stepping out of the small opening by scrunching his wings up until he can jump from the ledge and land on the railing leading up to the front entry. See? He's no penguin. Totally not a ghost, either, despite the long white shirt that only kind of fits him and the sheer white wings and pale skin.]

...How come you brought his pants?

[He can tell by the smell. He's still a good ten feet away and standing on the stair railing in socks, but the scent is obvious to him.]

💢📳

[damngun]

[It's not a good day when he hears about something Denji has done from a teacher's gossip instead of another student's. Usually someone will tip him off if he's making a mess of something or getting into fights and Aki can step in before it gets too bad. But this time... This time, it's something that's already occurred, is far more lasting, and far more deserving of a long-term punishment. The main question is, how hard does Aki push without fully crushing him under the weight of his judgment?]

[He was never good at deciding how much pressure is too much.]

I heard you got a 13 out of 100 on your math midterm.

Tell me how you're going to improve your study habits before finals or I'll feed you nothing but bell peppers until you graduate.

[Which may as well be forever, at the rate Denji is going.]

🤳🚮

[digestate]

[ He can't say that he wasn't anticipating Aki's follow-up messages after disastrously bombing that entire section of trigonometric functions — not to mention, giving up entirely on the pie-something theorem and doodling suspiciously phallic-looking carrots for most of his answers — but wow, he sounds mad. Mad mad.

Denji nudges Power’s arm, stealing her attention away from the fake tube of blood she’s inspecting; they’d made plans to coordinate their costumes for some of celebrations scheduled later that month. He shows her the text conversation, which starts to elicit a cackle of villainous laughter from her until he mentions that she might be at risk of eating the peppers with him. Power pales.

Minutes later, what Aki receives is an earnest idea conceived by rubbing the brains of two numbskulls together. ]

ill tell the guy next to me if he shares his answers ill let em sit on me for only 50 yen

[ Free of charge would be too much! Aki should understand that. ]

[damngun]

[Of course it all boils down to cheating. Does he know who he's talking to? Aki would take this very text message to the disciplinary committee if he needed to... But he doesn't. Just furiously types his reply.]

I'll make you sleep in Meowy's travel crate if you even try that. No cheating, no stealing.

How did you even manage a 13??? What did you get RIGHT?

[Start with the positives or whatever.]

[digestate]

travel crate?! not even her actual bed???

[ Meowy doesn't even use her cat bed most of the time, snuggling into any open crook on someone's mattress depending on who she's favoring that night. This is injustice! And also the most upsetting part of this conversation to him. Bell peppers, sure, fine. His sleep?? DUDE. ]

ughhhh i dunnooo i barely remember what the hell was covered

maybe the circle stuff i did kinda alright on cuz some of the problms looked like uhhhhhhh yknow

[ Don't make him say it… ]

[damngun]

You've never even seen a real boob, you don't know what they look like.

[Power's breast pads don't count.]

Tonight I'll make you calculate the area of the travel crate, to start.

[digestate]

shuddup you dont KNOW that

[ He hasn't. But still. How much difference could there be from his imagination and the real thing… Anyway, Denji immediately outs himself by continuing on to say: ]

and youve never seen one either!!! youd tell me

man i bet youre just picking on me cuz of this morning

[damngun]

You'll be punished for that separately.

[Extremely stupid of him to bring that up when Aki is already mad.]

Whether or not I've seen them, I wouldn't tell you. I'm not a pervert like you who would tell everyone I know.

[He has never seen a boob.]

Also you still need to tell me how you're going to improve this without cheating. I don't want you to have to take summer school again I can't handle Power on my own in the summer.

[digestate]

cant ya say that youll miss seeing my face around as often like a normal person…

[ He really has no basis to be this cheeky when he's in so much trouble. Leave it to Denji not to read the room. ]

fine fine!! have it your way killjoy

ill just ask the teach if she can tutor me during lunch. shes pretty hot

[ n…Implying that's the only reason he doesn't mind have his free time infringed upon. ]

happy?

[damngun]

[Teacher... Oh, no, no, no. Aki knows exactly what teacher he's thinking of. He'll spend more time calculating the curvature of her ass than doing any of his homework.]

You shouldn't bother a teacher during her lunch period.

[He thinks he's being obvious about this, but maybe he needs to push harder...? Ahh, it's such a pain with this kid. He's so dense in some ways yet so intuitive in others.]

I'm older than you, you know. I already took that class.

1/2

[digestate]

[ Oh. Ohhh, okay. So he's offering. Aki's smart and usually pretty good at explaining conceptual stuff in a way he can understand. Also, he might make them snacks! ]

[hellbred]

[ The premise of their assignment was like this: Guard the rising idol, Emi-chan, and investigate her recent stalking case. More unique from their usual, but the orders were simple and clear enough. Usually this wouldn't fall under Public Safety's purview, the matter typically left to a partnership between the celebrity's own private security agency and the police, but after the young woman narrowly escaped an attack after rehearsal one evening for her upcoming concert, the crime scene gave them reason to believe a fiend was involved. And, being the daughter of a well-known Diet representative, some special allowances were naturally provided.

Once Makima briefed them, Denji could barely contain her excitement, because — wow! A real-life famous person! Maybe she could give her free stuff and tips on how to walk in heels, or something. But she soon realized…

Emi-chan, the idol, was cute and delicate for the cameras, sweet and caring to her fans.

Emiri, the person, was driven, excellently media-trained, and scary serious about shaking off the tabloid focus on her after the incident, especially with talk show hosts and journalists alike beginning to dig up her past work history as a glamour model. She — not her manager, not her father — impressed upon them from the first day that this thing needed to be resolved quickly and with as little spectacle as possible. When Denji asked for an autograph, it'd earned her a sharp smile and a promise that a special gift was definitely in cards if they made sure her fan-turned-fiend died on their knees. Again, scary serious.

So they put their noses to the grindstone, or at least Aki did, and worked, disrupting another attack on the idol in time and sniffing out that her stalker planned to strike again the first night of her tour. Of course, security personnel was packed all over the complex, but somehow they'd managed to slither their way in through the crowds of concertgoers and vault onto the stage during the opening track. Instruments, LED lights, sound equipment, all of it tore ear-splitting notes of cacophony through the air. From the moment she and Aki stepped in to when the fiend finally dropped dead, bloodied and legs lopped at their knees, slumped in a slop of their own fats and acids, the audience seemed to eat the show right up, ignoring yells to evacuate the area.

Afterwards, when they were back in Emi-chan's dressing room, making a pit stop to nurse the worst of their wounds, her stilettos clacked across the red-tracked floor in a hurry to personally thank them before she would have to be ushered out to provide a statement to the news outlets. Denji, tattered from the head-to-toe and slurping from a blood pack poked through with a bendy straw, interjected immediately with, "Hey! Where's my special gift?!"

To which Emi-chan paused at the door frame, chuckled into a fist, and swung around to peck them both on the cheek. Leaving behind a smear of lipstick on opposite sides of Denji and Aki's faces. Instantly, heat splashes her face and drums inside her skull, the pressure of Denji's embarrassment threatening to create a spout at the top of her head. "Take whatever you want from in here~ ♥ Consider that my gift. You, too, Miss Hayakawa."

Which explains how Denji winds up shoving an entire bottle of perfume into her pocket and hefting a mysterious garment bag in with her into the bureau. They're there to finish writing up their report, much to her chagrin. Sitting hunched over at Aki's desk, because she technically doesn't have her own being part-devil, she scratches her scalp with the eraser end of her pencil. Her lips purse. ]

So do I have 'ta include in my report that another girl made out with us? I really don't want Makima to find out…

[luckyspike]

[Aki has had to complete a lot of missions that she's found to be, in the grand scheme of things, a waste of time. Protecting an idol from a fiend is one such mission. She'd like to say that it's good publicity, that it heightens her own status within the department, that being able to work on high profile cases like that of the protection of Emi-chan is worthwhile if only for her own promotion within Public Safety. After all, if she can handle paparazzi for someone of her calibre, then surely something more sinister, more... high-caliber, can also be entrusted to her.]

[But being rewarded with a peck on the cheek and a suggestion to take whatever they like from her dressing room - It's not like she even wanted a reward other than the reward of having killed another devil, but it's still kind of annoying. This is like private sector level work.]

[She didn't even know who Emi-chan was before this whole thing. Aki doesn't follow idol shit.]

She didn't make out with us. Don't use words you don't know the meaning of.

[They're not supposed to smoke in the offices anymore but she's ignoring this rule right now, puffing on a cigarette as she speaks. Having Denji around to help with reports when the idiot can barely write her own name makes her want to ignore every rule in Public Safety. Because one of the rules is you can't beat the shit out of your junior, apparently.]

You need to add in whatever you took, too. Even if it was a gift, it needs to be reported for bribery and corruption records.

[She pauses. Looks over at the mysterious bag sitting in the corner of the room.]

What did you even take...?

[hellbred]

( moved here, sorry! )