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character name ⬤ Renji Abarai
residential district ⬤ Middle Lunatia
moonblessing ⬤ Iris

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text; probs sometime after the hotsprings nonsense ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[loudmouths]

renji

where are you

aw geez here we go ;;;

[reachingfangs]

In town.

[ Taking it in while they're still here. It's probably why his reiatsu feels so faint. ]

Need somethin?

i'm gomen

[loudmouths]

[ ah jeez... just his luck. ]

i mean

i'm i uh

[ he's definitely... disturbed, but fighting to downplay it as best he can. ]

whenever you're done just come find me

[reachingfangs]

[ Well... there's no way Renji isn't going to fly to Keigo's side when he sends a message like that. ]

I'm done now. Where're you?

[loudmouths]

[ he doesn't want renji to worry, but at the same time... he did make that promise to not withhold his feelings, so... ]

i'm in my room thing

[ the bubble room thing, that is. ]

here's your nsfw birthday gift

[loudmouths]

[ so it's renji's birthday and keigo certainly hadn't forgotten. the only thing was that he didn't know what to get him this year. he had access to a lot more than he did on the station, but it somehow made it that much harder to find a gift that he liked. of course, thinking about his last birthday and how they celebrated it triggered some fond, if inappropriate, memories. one thing led to another, and keigo decided that at the very least, he could provide him with some kind of gift, even if it was technically a throwback. ]

hey remember this?

[ it started innocently enough; a text with an image attached. but opening the attachment quickly removed any semblance of innocence this conversation could have hoped to have.

it was a picture of keigo, similar to one he sent long ago, on the station. framed from the bottom of his chest to his lap, he was reclined on the couch, thumb hooked under the waistband of his pants. he had tugged down on the waistband, revealing smooth skin and a cut of muscle, but nothing overly revealing. the real treat was that it wasn't difficult to see that keigo had the starting of an erection, tenting at his loose-fitting pants.

it might not have been a bandanna or sunglasses, but keigo hoped it would suffice for a gift in the meantime. ]

unwrapping this a lil late...

[reachingfangs]

[ As memorable as his last birthday had been, Renji wasn't exactly expecting a repeat of it. In a solid several decade streak of his birthday being generally unremarked upon, Keigo's lavish attention had come as a surprise, exceptional and unusual. Lightning out of a clear blue sky, unlikely to strike a second time. So today was, for all that Renji cared, just like any other day.

Keigo always seemed to upend his expectatioons, though. Renji's eyes skimmed over the text idly before widening as he opened the attachment. His gaze roamed over pale skin and the evidence of Keigo's hardness and there was no way that he could forget where he'd seen that before. He had a very similar picture saved on a communicator in a faraway space station and burned into his mind. ]

Yeah I do.

[ The cool response was a sharp contrast to the spike in Renji's reiatsu, memory driving arousal. It also didn't match his next reply, too eager by half. ]

Need me to take care of this one too?

it's never too late...

[loudmouths]

[ in a way it was a bit embarrassing to send something like that unprompted; it begged the question of what, exactly, was keigo doing to get to that state? but if renji was going to roll with it (and it appeared that he would) then he probably wouldn't find much point in deconstructing it... hopefully. ]

if you want. wouldn't want you to strain yourself or anything

[ the dismissive text was clearly coded in a teasing way, maybe even a bit challenging. he could feel the abrupt climb in renji's reiatsu, a sensation that still gave him a bit of a pleasant chill even so far away from the source. ]

[reachingfangs]

[ Renji wasn't thinking to deeply about the whys of this sudden message or Keigo's arousal. If anything he assumed, like the first time Keigo had used this move on him, it was probably his own fault and he was happy to help resolve this problem he'd created. Even if Keigo was being a little cocky with him. ]

Oi
The only one who's gonna strain somethin is you

[ A dubious claim considering the second sharp peak of his reiatsu at Keigo's gentle teasing, but Renji had an image to maintain. ]

Or don't ya remember what happened last time?

[ Because Renji certainly did. The pressure of his reiatsu crashing down on Keigo and his tight insides and how his legs clamped around him as he came with just a few thrusts. It was getting him going just thinking about it. ]

[loudmouths]

[ ah, yes. an expected response from the likes of renji... keigo was pretty amused, even while enduring the strain of arousal that was gripping him so tightly. renji's fluctuating reiatsu didn't help with his concentration, either, though it did clue him into just how much this was affecting his boyfriend. ]

i remember. you don't needa worry about that

[ though keigo was growing impatient... ]

it's funny you mention it [ though keigo was the one to start this whole thing... ] because i think even back then i really liked you

text.

[rotating]

[ The text arrives just after midnight on the thirty-first. Rukia has a habit of staying up late, using her insomnia to browse around her device, and add to her ever-expanding research on this world. So, it was no trouble sending something so late, she only hoped that Renji was awake as well. Not like she'd been patiently waiting to send this at the opportune moment or anything... ]

If time works the same way it does in our world, which it appears to, then. Happy birthday, Renji.

[reachingfangs]

[ Renji is also on his device and indulging in his habit of staying up late. Although he's not doing research as much as playing one of those mobile games that are all the rage around here. Which, if pressed, he would defend as "cultural research" and "keeping his reflexes sharp" and "I can stop any time I want to leave me alone".

The notification dings right in the middle of a song he's trying to 100%, throwing him off his perfect streak. It annoys him for the half-second before he sees the sender. With a swipe of his finger, he closes out the game to read the message a second time. He's missed this more than he can say, hearing her voice with just the words on the screen, her prim tone wrapping warm sentiment. The dim light of his device illuminates the soft smile on his face as he reads it a third time. ]

Thanks

[ Although... As grateful as he is, it doesn't escape him that it's just past midnight. And, obviously, he's not going to let her escape without some light teasing. ]

You set a timer for that?

[rotating]

[ Not until his message pops up does Rukia realize she's been hovering over her device, waiting for the alert. Then, she loosens up her posture, looking around as if someone might have caught her acting anything less than a Kuchiki. (Which has been happening more and more these days, and especially around Renji, considering recent... events.) ]

Don't get too excited. I have a good memory.

[ It's just as true as her watching the clock, but he doesn't need to know that. ]

[reachingfangs]

[ It's a bit too late to tell Renji to not get too excited. He's already seven re-reads into her birthday message and refreshing their conversation every three seconds until she sends her reply. There's that reserved tone of hers again, dismissive and almost aloof without context. But he knows Rukia a little better than that. ]

Must have a pretty good clock too

[ Renji could press her a little bit more, ask her if she stayed up just to wish him happy birthday or if she's got any recommendations for a good alarm app. But he lets his other oh so clever jokes slide for once. He's feeling magnanimous, which is his present for everyone else today. ]

That eager to remind me I'm gettin old huh

[ ...Okay that's the last of his oh so clever jokes. ]

[rotating]

[ Rukia curses Renji through her screen for that comment; she would have to get him back before he decides to use this against her for weeks to come. (He probably still will...)

However, his second text, she can't deny that. ]

I'll always be eager to remind you of that.

[ Getting old was actually luxury, especially considering their life all those years ago in Inuzuri. Getting to where they are today (though their current predicament is questionable) is an accomplishment, and it is something to celebrate. I'm glad you're old, she almost thinks to write back, but second guesses it instead. ]

Birthday gifts ~ !

[realimperfect]

[ There's a knock on Renji's door on his birthday, a rather sharply dressed Prismal presenting a gift that is boxed, wrapped poshly, and even tied off with a little ribbon. There's no name on the gift, or any big clues to who to attribute the gift to, other than, of course, the color palette.

Inside is a pair of rather large sunglasses in Renji's preferred color palette, as well as an outfit that's rather tell tale. Other than, perhaps, a scarf that's a rather loud print mixed in to all the black fabric primly folded inside.

Hopefully he doesn't mind a bit of high brow spoiling from a certain classy goth who hasn't bothered to send a card along. ]

[reachingfangs]

[ The delivery Prismal doesn't find Renji in his most presentable state, hair sticking out of his braid, sleep still clinging to his eyelids. They probably left with the distinct impression that this finery is wasted on him. And, judging by Renji's bewildered face when he takes the beautifully wrapped present, they could both agree on.

When he opens the gift, though... Well, he's not wrong. It is entirely too deluxe for the likes of him. The pop of colour in the sunglasses and the scarf draw his eye the way a coin catches the fancy of a magpie. But he lingers on the rest of the stark, black outfit. His palms smooth over the leather jacket and finger the luxurious material of the sweater.

Yeah... entirely too luxurious for him. But he does know somebody with expensive, dark tastes and a charming tendency to indulge him. ]

Got your present

[ Re-L's treated attached is a blurry selfie of Renji, sunglasses perched on his head and the leather jacket draped over his shoulders. The rest is laid out over his bed, just in frame, but he's too excited to try these on in particular.

Turns out leather jackets are super cool? Who knew. ]

Didn't have to break the bank on me, y'know

[realimperfect]

I'm glad you like them enough to already try on a few pieces.
Does the jacket fit? That was the only one I was unsure about with your shoulders...

I didn't, so don't fuss about it.
I just thought you could maybe use a few nice base things.

[reachingfangs]

Yeah I just tried it on proper
It's real comfortable

[ Not too snug, not too loose. Renji checks by swinging his sword around with the jacket on, which is definitely a very cool thing to do when you're in your bathroom. ]

You call this stuff base things, though?

[ Cause damn if these are base clothes, he wonders what she thinks of his regular clothes... Also he may not understand what basics are. ]

[realimperfect]

Good. It isn't quite as giving as fabric so I was a little concerned.

Yes. Good base items to put a wardrobe around. A few black basics and then a few statements.

August 31st!

[koboreta]

Happy birthday, Renji-kun! Thank you for always being such a kind and tenacious person. Everyone around you appreciates you much more than you realize, so I hope you're able to take a day to yourself and celebrate to the fullest.

I thought about it for a while, and instead of a physical gift, how about I make you tempura and karaage for old times' sake?

uweh... (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄)

[reachingfangs]

[ It's later in the evening when Renji gets to checking his texts, bone tired after having activities and human (and non-human) interaction thrust upon him. Some birthday wishes, a lot from usernames that are unfamiliar, but Sougo's catches his eye immediately and it's one of the first he actually opens.

Renji's sharp gaze becomes something a little milder as he reads through, touched to get such a heartfelt message from Sougo yet again. ]

As on point with the birthday texts as ever, huh Ousaka

[ Trying to make him feel things... if it weren't so earnest, he'd be offended. ]

But tempura and karaage sounds good to me
To celebrate the season, since this place's actually got seasons

♡

[koboreta]

Fufu. I have everyone's birthdays written down in my planner to make sure I don't forget them, so I don't deserve that much credit.

[But really, he's glad that Renji seems to have remembered his other birthday messages. That's awfully sweet.]

You're fortunate that your birthday falls at the perfect time for it. Sweet potatoes, right?

[reachingfangs]

Thorough ain'tcha... I guess that makes sense

[ It would take Renji approximately a whole week (or less than a second, depending on what mood he's caught in) to compose such an earnest message, so he figures Sougo must need to plan ahead. ]

That's right
Got that written in your planner too?

august 31st - birthday presents!

[shesgotguts]

[milly is just like rangiku, a force to be reckoned with, and once she puts her mind to something, she sees it through. this something is a batch of red velvet cupcakes, made from scratch, with a little red cow plush set besides them. on top of the of the cupcakes is a note that reads—]

Happy birthday!
Rangiku said you were more of a red guy, so I thought you might like these red things! (Some of the cupcakes are a little burnt, sorry :( I'll do better next time?)
Hope you enjoy your party too. Make it the best one ever!

—Milly Ashford