【OPEN】☆ SAITOU SHIMARU

[tightlipped]

voice strength: ★★★★☆
taken from: anime/manga.
canon point: post afro arc, pre-shogun assassination arc.

 

prompts:

1.) trapped in a box.
2.) minor injury/sickness.
3.) texts from last night.
4.) morning after... something.
5.) sharing the same bed.
6.) picture prompt.
7.) sharing body heat/damn it's cold.
8.) first date / friend date.
9.) fell asleep on.
10.) cooking together make it a disaster.
11.) open to whatever you've got.

 

Comments

[chataclysmic]

[He clipped his laughter at the temporary look of alarm on Saitou's face, swallowing it to not make it seem like he was laughing at him. He was, a little, in a way, because his not-dad in a weird suburban neighborhood he'd been kidnapped to was starting off a conversation about his homeland with toilets, and to a fifteen year old there was just no way that wasn't going to be funny. But mostly he was just happy, because the notion of dad and having a conversation were things he sorely missed with his biological father.]

[Of course, the question caught him more than off guard and the mirth dropped from his face, replaced by sheer confusion, and his mouth slid agape as he tried to process it.]

[Space... toilets?? Toilets from space???]

[He cleared his throat, shaking his head with a smile.]

N...o. No, they didn't. They were... Developed? I guess? I can't say I've actually looked into the history of the commode.

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<sub>[ This is fine. This is okay. We're okay with this turn of events. Leave your actual papi out of this.

Developed? Developed by who? Who was the genius behind toilets? Who thought of pooping in a bucket of water that disposes the waste was much better than just pooping in a hole and burying it like a cat (though, maybe Adrien wouldn't mind that..)

Oh, he's gotta stop thinking.
Anyway, he gets writing! But this time, a little bit of art is involved. He draws what appears to be a Japanese style floor toilet, along with a giant question mark next to it.

Do you poop in those too, Adrien?
He even draws a stick man squatting over it. ]</sub>

i swear to god i tagged this last night

[chataclysmic]

[This is a discussion that has been brought up before, re: Chat Noir and litter pans. No, thank you, he will do his business like a normal human since he only harbors catlike behavior when transformed, thank you.]

[He peers curiously at Saitou's drawing, face quirking in recognition. Right, the Japanese used the funny squat-toilets too, didn't they. He laughs shortly at the stick man squatting over the drawing, bringing a hand to his face.]

They're a little less common in public spaces like my school, and Father wouldn't have installed that style if he'd been paid in publicity for it, but that style of toilet is used in France, too.

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<sub>[ Oh. Here is something he didn't know. His "son" was French? They talk so less; he didn't even know. Well, now he felt kinda stupid. He didn't know too much about France (or much more in the direction of West) but he's glad they have something in common.

Like floor toilets. ]</sub>
It's healthier for your digestive system. ♥
_{[ was that a heart there? ???? from somebody as mysterious as him, yes it was. ]}

[chataclysmic]

[The Frenchness of him is entirely more apparent in his alter ego, but until Holly Heights has the pleasure of meeting Chat Noir, Adrien is a little mild for a Frenchman. Or maybe he's just young. It's hard to say.]

[And even if floor toilets are the only thing they have in common, he's all right with that. One thing is better than nothing. Even if it's toilets.]

[He laughs, shaking his head and then nodding right after.]

So I hear. Father-- er, my father, back at home, [He jerks his thumb backward over his shoulder idly.] Has... eh, I guess you could call it expensive tastes. He's a designer, so he makes everything really fancy and overdone. I only ever see those kind of toilets out places.

[He taps the notebook where Saitou's drawing of a stick figure taking a shit is. This conversation.]

[tightlipped]

<sub>[ Saitou just watches his kid and his lips move. Wow, chat a chatty child he has! He... isn't sure what to say next? He's talking about his father— his father was rich? That must be nice. He didn't really have time to get to know his father very well. Even around them, he was shy and had a hard time speaking.

—Then he had to flee the city because he accidentally killed a guy. You know. ]</sub>

Remember to eat plenty of leafy greens and drink water thenz.☺
_{[ this guy was overly concerned about bathroom habits, wasn't he? ]}

[chataclysmic]

[Sounds like they both have some level of Daddy Issues. That's fine, the conversational topic of Fathers is a short-lived one, especially when Saitou brings it back to toilets.]

[Adrien could honestly say he hadn't laughed this often outside of school in a long time. He grinned up at Saitou.]

I've always been pretty good at eating healthy, you don't have to worry about these guts.

[He pat his stomach gently, finding the gesture entirely silly, and yet still somehow necessary.]

[tightlipped]

_{[ Toilets are better discussion anyway. He's practically fascinated with them (and spends a lot of time with them.)
Anyway, Adrien is grinning. Shit. He feels compelled to grin too, but that usually doesn't go over well. Besides, his mouth is covered by a mask anyway. He's not even gonna try. Nope. Not today. Not even when Adrien looks so happy and cute.
His eyes flicker down to Adrien's tummy. Well, okay. good. ]}

I'll be watching your peaz.
And green pepperz.

_{[ He'll be watching. Something about this seems ominous, but maybe Adrien doesn't catch that.. especially with how nice he is being. ]}

If you don't finish thoze,
There will be consequencez.
_{[ Again, a little intimidating, especially with how he is spinning his blade with his free hand that isn't holding the notepad, but.. ]}

[chataclysmic]

[This was such a novel concept. Sure, he knew the "family" situations weren't real, they were just titles for the weird forced living arrangements here. But the notion that Saitou would be paying attention to what he ate-- thus having meals with him --was something that Adrien had to swallow a giddy bubble in his throat about. He didn't want to spook the guy, since he seemed a little skittish already, so he wasn't about to be openly uproarious about having family dinners.]

[Or family time of any sort. Like he was having right now. ...about toilets, and bowel movements, and a lot of weird stuff, but hey. It was something.]

[And maybe it was the fact that his superhero alter-ego regularly fought villains who were pretty scary themselves, but nothing about Saitou struck him as off or even slightly intimidating yet. Sure, he was odd for his fixation on modern plumbling, but everyone had a passion. Even if it was strange.]

[He raised his right hand, setting his left over his heart.]

I promise to finish all my vegetables. Cat's Hon-- Scout's. Honor.

[tightlipped]

_{[ That's very good. He doesn't even catch onto the cat's honor part— except maybe this was a hint he wanted a family pet already? Saitou would have to look into it. What a charming boy!
His red gaze fixates on Adrien for awhile before another note appears. ]}

You know what happens when you don't finish them.
You will regret it. ☠
<sub>[ That was a skull and crossbones? What did that even mean?
Anyway, Saitou is already running out of things to say and it's making him nervous so.. he'll just drop the notebook and push it off to the side with his foot.

He begins to walk off, twirling his blade again. ]</sub>