#( kenny vc: gotta change skin before i get infected with gay )

[saiakv]

🕯️U_U

send to hear my character's inner thoughts about your character ( might be meta, might be drabble, depending on dyn uwu ) || accepting

... A mind reading curse. It shifts the reflexive thoughts out of one's streamline of conscience; to dodge its effect would be to silence the mind completely, something impossible to achieve so long as these mundane eyes perceive the stimuli around them. Kenjaku already knows, by the glimmer of blue peaking over dark lenses, that they've long stepped into the trap. And now the prodigal one looms over them like an indecisive revenant.

One wrong thought; one blink away and they would be admitting defeat. The cards are all out on the table, six eyes circle the intruder with the proverbial millennium scale in hand. The flighted spirit serving as this curse's manifestation flaps its wings and lets its steel jaw drop to reveal, in an authoritative voice born of human fear for having their innermost secrets pried between their fingers;

In spite of his aloofness, the steely feel of his skin, his serpentine grace in juxtaposition with the clumsiness of his technique - unlike in any other area — he was still soft to the touch.

Ah, a small smile escapes — it's hilarious, how they have started thinking like him.

❝ Fishing for compliments, are we? I am a little offended that you would ask that now of all times -- though, I suppose, this is truth or dare. ❞ Sorcerer edition. Knuckles fold under his chin when he leans over the table with a cheeky smirk; thinking the level has been cleared. ❝ — but you can't keep picking 'dare' forever yourself, Satoru. ❞