#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ’ʟʟ ʙᴇ ɴᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜰɪʀᴇ; ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜱᴄʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ ❞ ◌ ʜᴀᴢʙɪɴ ᴀᴜ ¦ 「 Kazuichi 」

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File documents have rose from the Internet claiming Vox created thousands of bots to sway favor to his side. Scandalous. - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @xbalayage 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 ❝ Ah yes, because what place is more reliable to get your news than seedy websites and conspiracy theorists spewing out smear campaigns? ❞

❝ Personally, I chose to look to more ₮ⱤɄ₴₮₩ØⱤ₮ⱧɎ sources, rather than believing every bit of delusional drivel that pops up on my screen. ❞ 「 ☆ 」

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"Kazuichi, could you be a dear and charge my cellular device with your electrical abilities?" Asked while his eyes were trained to a pile of paperwork, the demon prince handed his phone to the bun, who was snuggled comfortably into his lap despite the various wandering eyes of passing employees at the club. //shortly after that whole kidnapping, 'oh shit I shoot lightening' fiasco 🤔 - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @ʜᴇʟʟꜱ-ꜰᴠʀʏ 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 Kazuichi doesn't think he's ever been more comfortable— in this life or his past one —than he is whenever Gundham lets him rest upon his lap. Which has become whenever the bun demands, be it verbally or with a simple ❛ look ❜ shared between the two. One should never underestimate the power of pathetic eyes pleading from such a pink and plush sinner. Even with prying eyes all around, Kaz was relaxed enough to start nodding off. Fighting to keep his heavy eyelids from falling, for no reason other than childish stubbornness, he nearly misses Gundham’s request.

❝ Huh? Oh— Yeah, sure. ❞ He distractedly replies, shuffling off the looming sleep with a forceful shake of his head, ears flopping from the motion. Sucking in a steadying breath, he firmly holds Gundham’s phone in both hands. Gaze riveted on it as if the phone would try to leap away from his grasp, brows knit and nose scrunches as he attempts to recreate the accidental burst of electricity that had saved their asses a few days prior.

Albeit with not as much deadly force. Aiming for more of a helpful shock than a panicked bout of destruction, fur bristles with static as Kazuichi feels an odd but familiar tingling course through him. Hoping it doesn’t feel weird for Gundham, he focuses on trailing it toward his fingertips, figuring that he could ease it into the device. Watching as crackles of yellow dance vibrantly across pink fur, dappling across the phone… Satisfaction at handling his newfound power so well ( especially with how much he’s been avoiding practicing, fear of disappointing Gundham apparently far stronger than fear of the lightning lying dormant within him ) lasts only a brief breath before the phone abruptly starts sparking.

Yelping as the device erupts into a smoking, crackling mess, Kazuichi throws the phone across the room… Hard.

Quickly realizing what he just did, the bunny stiffens in his seat. Face cascading with a blush that somehow shows even on his bubblegum complexion, he glances at Gundham before hastily looking away. Mouth opens as it to spout an excuse or lash out with a retort to a comment not yet even MADE, jaw snapping shut with an audible click as Kazuichi's voice fails him. Cheeks reddening, shoulders hunch as he ironically presses himself further against Gundham's chest, trying to obscure his pout as he finally snaps, ❝ Don't say a fuckin' word. ❞ 「 ☆ 」

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✩   「   @from-across-the-stars​   」   ✩   -   Continued from ★

「 ☆ 」   Kazuichi’s chest hitches in a sharp intake of breath as the- creature smirks at him, heart pittering so rapidly he fears it may give out. He’s never felt it assault his body quite like this before, barely able to breathe, let alone think, as his heart screams in his ears… Wait. Confused gaze slowly roams to the side, where cool claws are leaving chilling touches against— Stiffening at the unfamiliar sensation, Kaz’s brain short-circuits at what it sees. What he can only describe as a bunny rabbit’s ear being carefully handled, the stranger’s touch roaming up the floppy appendage in a way that makes Kazuichi’s breath catch. Fur fluffing with a shiver that slides down his spine, cheeks rush with a warmth that turns the pale pink an even deeper shade.

He can’t explain it, but it takes every ounce of self control he has— and the helpful wave of terror overflowing within him —to keep from closing his eyes and melting into the strangely-gentle touch. Body tensed in an effort to keep from trembling, hands hover in front of himself, uncertain what to do. Unwilling to make any contact with the monster, but feeling as if he should be struggling a lot more than his body will allow. Trapped upon the others lap through nothing more than shock and the sliding of skilled fingers. Swallowing thickly, throat bobs as the lump within slides down his neck and settles as a knot in his stomach.

❝  R-Rabbit?  ❞  He weakly repeats, wide eyes not seeming to believe what he’s hearing. How could he? One moment he was lying on the garage floor and the next he was… He’s— Hell? Did this thing say-? Heart drops, a foreboding chill crawling through and making his small form tremble. He must be dreaming. He hit is head a bit too hard— he’s always been clumsy like that —and now he’s in some trauma-induced dream. He’ll wake up at any moment. He won’t be in Hell. He won’t be looking into the face of what must be one of those demons his father used to rant would drag him down there if he didn’t shape-up and act right. He won’t be a… glancing down at his hands- paws? Whatever they are, fingers flex as if trying to convince himself they actually belong to him. They move as effortlessly as always.

For a dream, everything feels overwhelmingly vivid…

Too much so.

Breathing heavily, panic lacing his actions, he pinches his arm as if to check that he’s dreaming... It hurts. For a second, the world grows still. A glance to the side revealing his reflection in a nearby window. A small, trembling rabbit. His jumpsuit still covering him, obnoxiously yellow as ever. Standing out starkly against pale pink fur, his hair a more vivid shade... If Kaz could see, he’d discover a small stripe of the bold color crawling down his spine, making its way to his tail, the large and soft fluff matching it. Vivid pink adorns the tips of his ears as well, fading into the same pastel color of his body the closer it gets to his head. His teeth remain razored, buck-teeth sharpened into a prominent point.

Flinching as fingers find their way to his ear again, he is distracted from his appearance. Now aware that this is reality, senses feel sharper than ever. The sound of velvety fur rubbed by remarkably-careful claws, the chill they bring, the rush of heat that accompanies. Flooding his chest in a way that makes him fear he may pass out, excitement and terror struggling to figure out HOW his body is meant to respond. But at the stranger’s infuriatingly-composed offer, Kazuichi makes the choice himself. Harshly shoving himself off the others lap and AWAY from those confusing claws, Kazuichi nearly falls in his haste. Yelping as he hops a bit on unfamiliar legs to regain his balance, it doesn’t take as much effort as he expected. 

Body moving with as much ease as it always did, he sharply turns to face the demon. Ears flat and fur bristled, now-naturally-pink hues glare at the other male through narrowed eyes. Fists clenched at his sides, the sight is near-comical, the small bunny facing down a demonic entity ( albeit, the Devas perched on his horns does damper the imposing image ) as he spats,  ❝  Are you serious?! I just arrived in- fucking HELL, I guess, and you’re telling me to- to... What the FUCK, dude?  ❞  Who does this guy think he is? Acting like this isn’t a big deal... Like Kaz hasn’t just been told that he’s dead. That he’s in HELL. That— ... Did he really do it? He wouldn’t have. Kaz’s dad wouldn’t-   ❝  This might not be a big deal to you, but I’m kinda going through something here! Would it KILL you to give me a second to breathe?  ❞  

Blinking back tears, Kaz growls and hastily rubs them away. No. He’s NOT doing that. He’s not going to be a blubbering bitch on his first day in Hell. Definitely not in front of whoever THIS guy is, with his dismissive laughter and infuriating smirk. He must think Kaz is so pathetic. Weak and- and worthless and... He’s right, though. Isn’t he?  ❝  Why would I pledge myself to you?  ❞  Tears still sting in his gaze, but Kaz can’t be bothered to wipe them away. More will only come.  ❝  I don’t know anything ABOUT you! What- I’m supposed to just trust that you’re not gonna screw me over?  ❞  Scoffing at the suggestion, Kazuichi takes a few wary steps back but he doesn’t make any further moves to run. Obviously uncertain about where to go, what to do, and unwilling to look away from the demon, for fear of what may happen.

❝  I- I don’t need your help...  ❞  Voice breaks, Kaz grimacing at his body’s betrayal. Still, he stubbornly continues, hasty words becoming louder as if THAT will convince the other man,  ❝  I’m capable of taking care of myself! I’ll be just fine on my own!  ❞

He will be... He HAS to be.

No matter how much he doesn’t want to be.   「 ☆ 」 

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❛ can you remember how you died? ❜ //okay but for the hazbin verse i wanna see demon prince gundham fucking level a city block lmao

-  ✩   「   @from-across-the-stars​  」   ✩

「 ☆ 」   Kazuichi’s ears perk at the strange inquiry, twisting a bit towards the demon prince beside him in a betrayal of how intently they try to decipher whether what Kazuichi thinks he heard is correct. As if there’s any doubt. Still, Kazuichi hesitates a moment— chest stalling as he sucks in and releases what is meant to be a discreet breath, shuddering through his small form —as if hoping that he’s wrong. Frankly, his death is not something he cares to think about. Yet it’s also something he’s found himself thinking about quite a lot whenever left to his own devices. Mind wandering to unfortunate places when not fervently distracted.

Truthfully, he can’t remember it. Not exactly… and not clearly. The moments leading to it are vivid. Kazuichi able to see, to FEEL them as if it were happening in the moment. But the closer he gets to oblivion, to that unexpected decent right into Gundham’s lap, it becomes blurred. A sensation of sights and sounds and screams… indistinguishable from any of the other times he was subjected to it. Kazuichi can’t help but wonder what was different about that day. THAT mistake… Why had it gone so far? Why did—

What did he do that was so wrong?

Kazuichi can’t remember what had sparked his dad’s anger in the first place. A small scoff slips out of a wry smile, bitter irony washing over him about how he couldn’t even get THAT right. What kind of person doesn’t remember one of the most, maybe the most important— aside from being born —moment of their life? Here he is, banished to what’s meant to be an eternity of torment for being a disgusting waste of space, and he doesn’t know what he did to win him an early ticket. Shrugging as if that’s not a question that plagues his every night, Kaz spares a glance at Gundham, smile slipping into a neutral line.

Wearing nonchalance as if it were the beanie on his head ( holes cut to allow his ears to comfortably fit through ) Kaz’s tone falls into a familiar rhythm, indifference to a situation that he’s been taught is what he deserved,  ❝  Honestly? It’s all kinda fuzzy… But I guess my dad just finally beat my ass a little too hard.  ❞  Paws runs through his ears as he speaks, a feign of fidgeting with them as he tends to do. Pulling on the long appendages and dragging them down, fingers rubbing the soft ends. Trying to hide how they try to naturally fold back, wanting to press against his head in a betrayal of the nausea accosting his stomach.

As much as he loves his ears— they are useful for busy hands with nothing to do, and even sensitive when offered the right touch —they can be a pain when it comes to the posturing he’s grown used to hiding behind.   「 ☆ 」

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IT WAS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME

- ✩ { @hcppyhotel​ } ✩