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“Oof. Yikes.”

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thompsonxxwitches‌:

  ”I sense bullshit and a huge load. Sadly I am allergic to bullshit.” 

He slowly took a single step back away from the guy he now deemed a nut case. Maybe he escaped from a psych ward. Probably and really Nicola did not wish to be the one to find out the answer to that. So, his eyes moved towards the bag he was holding. Making sure he had all he needed.

While looking he made sure to mentally give his sisters a heads up on what he had. Just in case he missed anything they could notify him now. With him doing so he ended up ignoring the guy’s words for a second there. Along with the crust thrown at the back of his head. He has had rocks pelted at him before. Bread crust didn’t do much damage as a small rock in the hands of his adopted father figure.

Nicola: ‘Anything I’m missing?’ Akemi: ‘Not that I see for me nope.’ Kurenai: ‘Not you have everything brother.’ Nicola: ‘Good. I’ll be home soon.’

”Pretty? Sadly I was raised to be called handsome not pretty… but I can’t forget you’re a creep… so there is no helping that.” 

This was not what he had in mind for today, but... okay! Okay, whatever! He could make do with whatever.

Huffing out a sigh, Askin’s set aside his precious lunch (yuudai and he practically slaved to make that! ... well, maybe he’s being dramatic but still! yuudai did help him make it!) and pushed himself to a tall stand. Both hands immediately dropped to put themselves to his hips as he stared down at the other male, regarding him with a rather specific look of irritation before shrugging.

“Allergic to bullshit, eh? It’s a wonder yer not breakin’ out in hives then,” he retorted with similar amounts of sarcasm from before, moving a hand to scratch at the back of his head as he stiffened his legs. “Maybe it’s ‘cause I ain’t tryin’ t’bullshit you? I dunno,” he paused to purse his lips before going on. “Yer shorter than ya look. Ya know that?”

“Ah, well. Anywa~aaay.”

Askin’s been misled before. He’s been in a situation where he miscalculated a situation, and he’s also been in a situation where he may have made the wrong assumptions (though, it’s usually been on purpose. he doesn’t really care much for people’s feelings if it doesn’t concern him.) so it’s no surprise that he’s dealing with this with as much grace as he could muster. 

Someone who couldn’t take a compliment...? Well, that was just unfortunate.

“I ain’t a creep--” okay, that may have been a slight lie, “--I’m just tryin’ t’get ya to move. Honestly, I could care less ‘bout what ya actually look like.” 

Hand moves to curl thoughtfully under his chin as he tilts his head from side to side in observation.

“...Don’t take this th’wrong way -- ‘cause if ya do I’m gonna scream -- but how old’re you? ‘Cause I wouldn’t really say handsome but that stuff is subjective, I guess.”

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cineraceous 

i know right !

“We should really spice things up ‘round here, Ran.”

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thompsonxxwitches‌:

“Sorry, not one for following the orders of a stranger.” 

He only followed the orders given by his adoptive father or his real father. Hell, even his own sisters. But strange, creepy strangers? Not a chance. Plus what was said sent a discomforted shiver down his spine. Why would a grown man watch children fight? 

He found nothing entertaining nor funny about it. Eyes slowly turned to scan the area. Just to see where it was the kids were fighting at to the point this guy needed binoculars. 

“I’m sorry still barking orders I see… no can go.” 

“... Hmhm... Wow. Yikes. Yep.”

“Wo~oow. My precious feelings... they’re hurt,” he stated, voice flat as ever.

He’s never been one to just go and pick fights (well, that was a lie. he has but this guy wouldn’t know that.), but he found himself rather tempted right now. Rolling his lips together in thoughtful consideration, it was almost as if Askin was waiting for a certain opportunity to rise.

“I ain’t barkin’ ‘em at you. If ya want me to bark, you oughta ask nicely.”

Now, what kind of opportunity it was, however...? He wouldn’t say. It probably had something to do with Askin tossing a piece of bread crust at the back of his head, though.

“So, what? Yer just gonna stand there and try to look pretty? C’mon.”

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“Hmm. Snooze-fest.”

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thompsonxxwitches‌:

“You talking to me?” Really, Nicola saw no reason why he had to move out of the way. Though he was curious as to what this guy was staring at? “That is not a camera… so what shot creep?” 

“Ugh.”

God, he hated it when people decided to be difficult. It reminded him a lot of... hmm... himself, he guessed. Yeah, take that as a self-roast or whatever.

“Ye~eeah, I was talkin’ to ya, but I guess yer not gonna listen.” Honestly, how annoying could you get? He lowered his binoculars down to his lap, revealing a nice picnic lunch he’s all (really! he’s gone through some hoops to prepare it with the utmost love!) but eaten. “I was watchin’ some kids beat th’snot outta each other... but I ain’t now, I guess.”

“Unless ya wanna move now that I told ya?~”

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cineraceous‌:

“Pfft–you abducting me? I was expecting I’d be the one to carry you home~” she teases, shooting the waiter a grateful smile when he returned with their chosen drinks.  Rangiku swirls the wine around in her glass, attention focused upon Askin as he speaks.

The mention of Cang smiling causes a smile of her own to come forth, a stack of books in her desk at the office demanding to be delivered to him–as she had promised, of course.  She’s not persay close to the young Quincy–not how close she is to Askin–but she’s come to care for him in the aftermaths of war.

“Ah, remind me to stop by one day and drop off those books I have for him–” a pause to sip wine, a pleased hum escaping her lips, “–can’t let him die of boredom in that apartment, after all.”

“Wh–”

“He almost broke your arm?! The brute! The ugly brute!” she cries, nearly spilling her wine in her distress.  “He didn’t tear your shirt, did he?  Yves Saint Laurent is expensive!”

Askin’s casual attitude sometimes bothered her but, then again, who was she to talk?  She was as carefree and casual as he was, if not more so.

The attention shifts, now turning it’s focus onto her and she beams.  However, she has a reputation to uphold and she takes a calming sip of her wine before she begins, a charming smile slipping it’s way onto her lips.

“Your favorite lady’s been well–dying from never-ending paperwork but that’s the usual.  Ah, the captain’s fine!  Grumpy like he always is but he’s a good and fair captain, no doubt about it.  No current drama going on but you know the Seireitei–something’s bound to happen soon~”

“Pffft!”

While what Rangiku said was clearly a joke, Askin wasn’t opposed to the idea. Being carried home by a beautiful woman? Hell, he’d be an idiot to pass that up. Brief nod of thanks was given towards the waiter, the man flashing a small smirk at him before he’d leave their table.

“Sure thing, a~aaand it’s already goin’ into the memory bank,” he assured her while lightly tipping his glass from side to side. “Boom. It’s just that easy. I’m sure he’ll be so glad t’see me.”

Truthfully, he hadn’t been expected such a strong reaction from Rangiku, but... ah, he supposed he couldn’t blame her. Chuckling, he shut his eyes and took a brief sip of his wine.

“Nah, nah~ Didn’t tear anythin’. I let him get pretty far before I decided enough was enough.” It’s easy to assure her, he finds, especially when he’s telling the truth. He did, after all, let the guy get pretty close to actually hurting him before he turned it around. Getting into a brawl with a reckless man like Bazz-B? Well, it wasn’t as bad as it sounded. “I wouldn’t have felt it anyway~”

And just like that-- the topic’s been dropped. It’s just as much as Bazz-B deserved anyway.

“Aw,” he very nearly cooed at her, clearly feeling some amount of sympathy for her plights, “ya can always invite me over ‘nd maybe I’d help ya kick yer ass into gear. That sounds fun for everyone involved, doesn’t it?” He paused to steal another sip. “Ol’ shorty’s doin’ good, though? Great. As long as his face ain’t gettin’ stuck like that then all’s well.”

“Hmm. You’re not kiddin’ there, though.”

He smirked and canted his head, as if saying “c’mon. spill the beans.” to her. Oh, what was the word...?

“... Okay, so tell me then... How’s yer man doin’? I’ve been dyin’ t’know, especially since ya been keeping him a secret.”

Oh! Oh, yeah. He knew it. He’d entice her.

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@thompsonxxwitches - starter call.

“He~eeey,” he lazily called out, shifting in his position (quite comfortable he might add.) and adjusting his binoculars. “Mind movin’ over a lil bit to the, mmm, left?”

“Pretty please?~ Yer in the shot.”

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dragonchord‌:

       It’s hard to gauge the man before him, enigmatic as the rest of who he was aligned himself with. It is not so much of caution born from the threat of violence, but rather the inherent way behavior made one on edge. Casual confidence in the face of the defensive— the former enemy of existence or no. Ryuken doesn’t feel threatened so much as generally distant. He should, but without any prompting, any reasoning for the other to act out of line didn’t exist. The Sternritter were impossibly powerful, and even at Ywach’s defeat, it’s hard to decern if their powers went with him. Even if so, communicating with the likes of those of his inner circle was risky at best.

      “I said it wasn’t your business. That is an answer. Just one you don’t like.” He adjusted the frames of his glasses. “You can take my manner of speech however you like. I could speak as though I had a broken jaw and my answer would remain the same.” A pause. “But in any case, betrayal from within was expected, I’d say, and I’m not talking about Uryu Ishida’s actions. That’s where one’s attention should be.”

“Oh, really? Yeah, that’s fair.”

He supposed he couldn’t blame him; yeah, that much was clear. The guy did have a point, but... as what was already said, it was an answer that he didn’t like. However, Askin liked to think of himself as a relatively mature man.

“Don’t tempt me, though, big boy,” he replied with ease, confidence practically seeping through with each and every syllable he uttered. “I don’t really have any allegiances to uphold currently, so s’not like I couldn’t just pick a fight. Ain’t no one here to discipline me now.”

Nonetheless, his threats were just that-- hollow. Glancing over him, he’s already ascertained that a physical confrontation wouldn’t be worth the time. The mere thought of it, on the other hand? Marginally funny.

“Gee, I sure wish we had you on board before then. You sure seem like you have quite a few words for the lot of us.” It’s too late for that now, he knows. With both Ryuken and Uryuu, Askin had no doubt that the Wandenreich would have weakened faster and more... subtly. “That is, if you actually opened up. You’re so~ooo closed off, man. Is that why yer not trustin’ me? ... Besides the obvious, of course.”

He smiled.

“I don’t blame ya, but let’s try and treat each other like adults, okay?”

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dragonchord‌:

( Ryuken made it his life’s work to make himself as private as possible in the realm of the supernatural. It’d be worrying if the Wandereich had known any more about him beyond his pure-blooded ancestry. Though he cannot help the way his brow quirks at the words of the former Sternritter. )

       Semantics are important, and casual word-choice creates the reinforcement of the idea that you’re not confident in your assumptions— correct or not. He and I went about things in completely different matters. The technicalities of such, well, that’s none of your business.

“Oh, I’m very confident. I just know that wordin’ and phrasin’ and all of that can make people tense. I ain’t here to make people piss themselves-- well, I used ta, but that’s in the past. Ain’t fun anymore.”

He notices his question’s gone unanswered. It wasn’t worth much to yield annoyance from Askin, but it definitely wasn’t something that he wanted. Maybe something he expected, sure, but that didn’t make the results any less disappointing.

“Sure, though. He went ‘bout it tryin’ t’betray us while keepin’ everyone, including his pals, in the dark. Didn’t really work out that well... ‘sides for th’fact that he did kill one of us. I guess that’s an accomplishment.” Tone remains steady and somewhat flighty, yet it seemed that Askin took the other’s words to heart (haha. what a joke.) with hints of sincerity laced throughout. “You, however? Yer kinda a wild card. I can tell.”

A meager tilt of the head occurred in line with a small smile curling over lips.

“Wanna answer my question yet? Or are ya gonna keep tryin’ to dodge it with intellectual talk that I, a mere peasant, just wouldn’t get?”

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dragonchord‌:

        You have a few major details wrong. “Kinda” implies there were similarities to how we went about the whole situation. Is this an observation made in hindsight?

( He’d adorned the uniform like any other, but it was more of a kind of self-respect than any allegiance. An action of defiance. )

“Yeah? I guess. Y’know what they say-- hindsight is twenty-twenty.”

Askin’s hardly heard much about him. He could see similarities between him and that Uryuu kid, but that’s about it. If he were to wager a guess, he’d say they had some kind of history.

What kind of history, though, wasn’t any of his business. Until, well, he’d make it his business, that is.

“What’d I get wrong, huh? I wanna know.”

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“Don’t know ya.” Simple, blunt, and precise. “But I can take a guess--”

“--and say that you probably weren’t with us. Ki~iiinda like... Uryuu, I think it was.”

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