#it was raining yesterday so they thought it would be cute to mark it 'unable to access delivery location' despite there being not a single

[swagging-back-to]

i swear to god if usps doesnt deliver my drugs today im breaking into the post office tonight and getting it myself

[flowerbunny20]

Part 2 - 5 stages of Grief

Continuation from Part 1. Click the link below to read it!

WARNING: -Swearing, a little balance, payback. Genre: - moving on, angst, breakup

Summary: You went back to your apartment. Hoping to not run into Bucky, but instead, you were haunted with memories of you and him. You found a new item in the apartment that wasn’t yours nor his. You are getting over Bucky, but he was pleading for your forgiveness. There wasn't a funeral, but your feelings for Bucky are dead.

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You didn't know where to go. You are not stepping you're foot into your apartment, especially not the apartment. It used to be a place you called home. Now, you’re not so sure if you can enter a house that was filled to the brim with the lingering memories of you and him. You’re sitting on a park bench, unaware of the hours that flew by so quickly. Everything feels fuzzy, the background noises all tone down to a blur.

You feel so blank and lost. Like nothing makes sense. No place to call home anymore. No arms to hold you close.

You hear thunder. You feel the rain on your skin, and you can’t even tell the raindrops apart from your tears. “Life’s a tornado,” you laugh to yourself bitterly. “And I am the cow spun around for entertainment value.” You feel the pocket of your jeans vibrate; it’s coming from your phone. You had put on silent earlier in any case Bucky calls and his stupid ringtone would always make you feel alert.

Luckily, it was not your cheating ex. You answered the call.

“Hello?” The other end said the sound of heavy rain and thunder was loud, but you can still hear them.

“I..” you feel yourself unable to talk. Words feel heavy on your throat.

“y/n? Is that you? Where are you?” you hear Wanda’s familiar concerned voice. “You’ve been so quiet, I got worried”.

The only thing you did was sniffle and she knew exactly what happened.

“Okay, honey, I’m going to get you, just tell me where you are.” She sounds frantic and you hear her keys jingling in the background.

“The park,” you said.

“The park? Which park?” Wanda questioned, and you imagine the furrowed brows on her confused face. It was a nice distraction from the numbness. You hear Nat’s voice chime in the other end“ I know which park.”

You stayed silent. “We will see you there. Just stay safe, okay?” Wanda said with ease. Wanda didn’t end the call in her haste, so you could still hear the two of them bicker. “Grab the umbrella, it’s a storm outside” Wanda urged. “Knowing y/n, she probably sat there for hours. It’s better to bring a towel too. Let’s motor.” Nat replied.

Pathetic was the word that you would describe yourself now. How did you not see this coming? You knew something was up but you didn't expect that to happen especially in front of you, out in the open, where everyone saw you were humiliated.

The scene flashed before your eyes when you saw Bree being overly friendly with your now ex-boyfriend. You feel a sharp pain in your chest as your fingers curled into a fist. You put your legs up on the bench as you slowly lower your head to your knees. You feel your thoughts spiralling again. If someone were to open a dictionary and look up the word ‘overthinking’, there’d be a picture of you instead.

At times like this, when you get swarmed in your own darkness, Bucky would pull you in his arms, holding you close, whispering “It’s going to be okay, just relax, alright Doll?... I’m here… I’m not -”

But not anymore. Bucky made sure of that. You feel alone, the cold has settled in, it creeps into your skin, everything feels fogged up and-

Your train of thought stops when you hear someone calling out to you.

“Y/N! Y/N !” The muffled voice became clear, as you looked up and saw Wanda’s concerned face. She had cupped your face into the palm of her hands, trying to get you to snap out of it. As she sees your vision settled into her form, she smiles in relief. “Hey…”

You look up at her, with tears welling up. She immediately hugged you, Nat was there as well holding the umbrella over everyone. Nat wrapped a thick wool towel over your shivering body.

“Let’s go home okay?” Nat’s voice was soft. It feels pleasant. She has always shown tough love, but this time she was gentle, feeling every ounce of your pain. “Barnes is going to find himself frozen again the next time he wakes up,” she muttered under her breath.

They brought you back home and got you in warm clothes, wrapping you with blankets to go with the hot chocolate they made for you. They stayed with you, holding you in their arms, comforting you as much as you needed it.

You woke up the next day realising both of your besties are out already. But they prepared your favourite; waffles and chicken nuggets for breakfast with coffee to help you wake up. You haven’t had real food since yesterday. The smell of fresh-brewed coffee and waffles made you realise how hungry you actually are. You took a seat on the table and reached out for a nugget.

Today feels like it’s going to be a long day.

DENIAL

You let whatever happened yesterday sink in. You finally switched your phone on to see if you had any missions today but instead you were greeted with a bunch of missed calls from Bucky. You couldn’t help but clench your teeth, sucking in your breath lest the tears start falling again.

“No new mission yet,” you said and paused. “I’m guessing everyone knew” Without realising your fingers directed you to the old messages Bucky sent you. Rereading everything you guys had said, from when you started talking.

Searching and scanning for answers, every line, for some kind of sign when you were mine.

Your tears started to emerge as you can see how slowly he was disappearing. His “I love you’s” turned to “love u” and even those were only present on good days.

Every emoji he always used after every sentence wasn’t there anymore. Like how he would use the waffle emoji right at the end of “made you waffles!”. And each time you type goodnight whenever he is out on a mission, he would send you back a picture of him holding a polaroid photo of you in his arms before he closed his eyes. “I’m always with you, Doll. Goodnight. I love you (heart emoji, kissy emoji)” was the sentence that would come along.

After composing yourself you texted in BAD BISHES, a group with you, Wanda and Natasha.

“I’m going to the apartment to get my stuff, is it okay if I crash here until I find a new place?”

“Sure Honey” Wanda replied

“You want us to follow you?” Nat said

“No, it’s fine, I can go myself” you replied

“You sure, Hun?” Wanda ask

“Yeah, I can take care of myself.”

“If anything happens, call us okay? I’ll gladly beat the shit out of Barnes” Nat replied. She rarely uses emojis, but this time she sent the smiling devil emoji. You can see she was trying to come out of her comfort zone just to cheer you up. That thought made you smile a little.

“I will” you chuckled at her response, you closed your phone and went back to your apartment.

You stood in front of the door, hesitant to open it. You really don't want to run into Bucky. “Fuck it,” you said underneath your breath. You open the door to find the whole apartment just the way you left it, but a few empty bottles of beer on the table. His shoes were not there, you sighed as you stood in the hallway.

You find yourself seeing the memories that you had with Bucky flashing before your eyes. An old crack on the wall that was left by Bucky when you guys first moved in together as a couple. The stupid ring mark on the table when you guys had iced coffee and he forgot to put the coaster on the bottom. You guys had a playful fight over that. You smile bitterly.

Finally, the bedroom, the place you had lain with Bucky’s arms around you. You went to the closet and started packing the rest of your things. More memories of you and him flooded in, it wasn’t your fault, you’re sentimental. But what kind of new memories is he creating with her.

Every piece of clothing, everything that you had was marked with memories of him.

The influence he had on your life was great. You remember the clothes he’s given to you as presents. The decisions you’d make before buying a new outfit. “Would he like this”, “Would he think I look cute in it?”, “Would this match with his shirt?”

How a fool you were.

When you saw his clothes, you also smelled the scent of very strong perfume. Clearly, it wasn’t yours. You cleaned out your items and went to the toilet to grab your toiletries. You weren’t about to let that woman use your expensive shampoo and the face cream Shuri gifted you from Wakanda.

You paused and saw a new toothbrush by the sink. A stupid red toothbrush next to yours which was pink and his that was black.

She was here.

Your eyes widened. She was here at OUR PLACE?

ANGER

You felt your body boil and every inch of you started to burn. You then heard the apartment door closed, signalling that it was time for you to leave. Furious from betrayal, you took that stupid red toothbrush and flushed it. Who cares if the toilet is clogged? That’s Bucky’s problem now. Not yours.

Bucky heard the toilet flushed and called out.

“Y/n? Is that you? ” he asked right when you exited the bedroom with your stuff in hand.

Your hand clenched into a fist; anger was written all over your face. He was lucky your hands were full at the current moment. He had escaped a beatdown of his lifetime.

“Doll, listen” Bucky pleaded. “She was just a friend. I promise”

You chuckled bitterly. “You expect me to believe that James?”

“James? Doll, you always call me Bucky.”

You sneered, “You're not Bucky to me anymore. You’re just James, James Barnes”

James stood there, brows furrowed in confusion, you continued “ The Bucky that I knew, would never hurt me like this.” Once those words left your mouth you felt a lump in your throat, you can see his blue eyes darken as if you had managed to strike a chord. HAH! If only he knew how much he hurt you.

Oh, how he had offered you a safe haven and cruelly shattered it.

You decide that you don’t want to bother sparing him the details. It’s not worth it. You held the few items you managed to grab in your bag and walked past him, trying to leave while doing your best to not break character. Before reaching the door, you felt cold metal on your arm. James was trying to pull you back.

“Y/n….” he said looking desperate. “Please… I’m sorry…”

“You know what Nat said when I started liking you? ‘Be careful with this one. I should’ve listened” you said swallowing the lump in your throat.

But you and your words flooded my senses. Your sentences left me defenceless, you build palaces over paragraphs, you build cathedrals.

“But…” you begin, choked. Everything feels so heavy and hard but this thing inside you is just begging to crawl out. “When you called me your ‘Doll’,” you almost spat at the word now. “I really thought I meant the world to you just as how much you were to me.”

James stood there, silent.

You can’t even look this man you loved in the eyes now. But you thought to yourself that you must be brave. Your heart starts to race not losing eye contact with James. You pushed his hands off you simultaneously, pushing him away as well. You see James’ furrowed brows as he realises how he has hurt you.

“I thought you would at least be considerate of me. Why did you bring her here? Why replace my spot on the bed with her?” You didn’t intend the last part to sounded so malice, but you couldn’t help yourself.

“Doll…” he pathetically called out. “You don’t understand she-”

“If she was such a friend, why was her toothbrush here?” you said coldly.

His eyes widened, only to confirm that he had had her over.

“How long…” you said hesitantly “How long has she been here?”

Once again, he kept to himself. The room was silent and tense.

BARGAINING

“If you were to walk in my shoes, would you forgive me?” you said.

“YES!” he exclaimed. “Yes Doll, I’ll always forgive you” he pleaded.

“What if the person I cheated on you with, was someone I told you not to worry about a long time ago.” you raised your eyebrows waiting to see his reaction. “You know the person I’m talking about. We went way back, what was it? High School?”

You knew he had bad blood with this person, but James also knew he was your best friend first before you two were together. You had always had a connection with this person, you both were smart, he was a narcissist, but you can understand him even before he finishes his sentence.

“Ah.. I remember… What was the quote he used to say to present himself without the suit?” you look James in his eyes “A genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist.” you smirked, you’re delighted to see James’ hand curling up into a fist.

“Exactly…” you said, staring into his eyes. “You would find it hard to forgive me, wouldn’t you?”

He took a while to respond. “I will still forgive you,” he said sternly.

“So what? Are you going to be okay with the fact that I fucked him behind your back?” you said as you took a step to him “Would you be okay that I disrespected your trust and made a fool out of you?”

He shook his head. “No... no.. stop it”

“Laughing behind your back with Stark as we get hot and heavy-” you were cut off by James placing his vibranium arm on your shoulder.

“Okay, I’m sorry! Okay! I was wrong!” he shouted looking at you. You can see him desperately seeking forgiveness.

You could not see anything, other than betrayal spread all over his face.

“I would have forgiven you; you know that…” you graze his face with your fingers. He felt the warmth of your finger tingling his skin, his blue eyes searching for a sign of whether you were going to forgive him.

“But you… you flaunt her around like a prize you just won.” you said, “everyone knew what was going on, how easily you were cheating on me out in the open.” you laughed bitterly.

“How could you?... I loved you…” you said, feeling your tears emerging. “I’m erasing myself from the narratives. Let everyone wonder how y/n reacted when you broke her heart.”

I’m burning the memories, burning the letters.

“You’re distrustful, Barnes” You give him a soft gaze as you placed a hand on his vibranium arm. He looks hopeful, for once. “Why did I ever fall for this stupid pretty face of yours” you scoff.

You forfeit all rights to my heart; you forfeit a place in our bed. You sleep wherever instead, with only the memories of when you were mine.

You swiftly pressed a few buttons on the vibranium arm, smirking when you hear a few clicking sounds, and catching it before it falls on the floor. “I’m walking away from your life. I took all my stuff so you don’t have to remember me anymore. Even this” you wave the metal arm about. “Especially this”.

James looks at you in disbelief.

I hope that you burn.

There were tears on your face, but you didn’t care. Let James Buchanan Barnes see you for the last time like this. How much he has hurt you. “Have fun unclogging the toilet, that’s your problem now. Not mine. Maybe Bree can help.” You spat venomously.

You really feel like laughing amidst these tears now.

You left James dumbfounded on his doorsteps as you slam the door shut loudly in his face.

DEPRESSION

Walking back home you felt more tears streaming down your cheeks. Pain, anger, loneliness, helplessness, everything you felt swarming around you. You wish you could wake up from this reality, but you can’t because it was all real.

The vibranium arm you're holding, you could have lied if you said you haven't tried to hold the hand. Usually, at this point, he would draw a little circle with his fingers around your hand. You got back to Wanda’s apartment and sat there staring at the vibranium arm.

You stared at it. “It’s really over. Huh?”

You heard the door open, Wanda and Nat were back, they walked into the living room and paused. You put it away immediately when they got home.

“Hey hun, where’s your stuff? I thought you went back to go get it.” Wanda asks

You sighed “I already put some away. I gave away some on the way back. They weren’t worth keeping.”

“Was that bitch there?” Nat sounded like she was ready to pounce.

“No… But her toothbrush was” you pouted. “And the apartment just stank of her perfume.”

“It’s okay honey. You’ll get through it” Wanda held you in her arms. The warmth felt nice to the coldness you felt these couple of days.

“I don’t know about you girls… but since I gave some of my stuff away, I could do for some retail therapy.” you are not one to dwell in your feelings. So you know when it’s time to get moving.

“Well, what’re you waiting for, let’s motor” Nat smirked, jingling her keys.

ACCEPTANCE

You’re now at a new café Natasha suggested. You would have wanted to go to your favourite one, but there was a risk of running into Barnes again. It was after all, near your old apartment.

“Well, I did flush her toothbrush down the toilet. Quite sure it's clogged and the toilet is all gross now.” You grinned mischievously.

“WOW!” Nat exclaimed. “And so he has to deal with it with only one arm since you took the vibranium one?”

“Mmhmm,” you said with a smile.

“You’re evil…” Nat grinned. “I like that.”

“What are you going to do with that arm?” Wanda asked. You mulled it over for a while, fiddling with the red velvet cake on your plate, tracing patterns on the cream cheese frosting. This café wasn’t so bad if Nat likes it.

“I’m pretty sure the arm could find me the new things that I need.” You manage to say through a mouthful of cake.

“And how are you going to do that?” Wanda asked, giggling. She tries stealing some of the cake on your plate. Sneaky Sokovian, this one. She is Pietro’s sister, after all.

“Wanda darling, I made the arm! I’m pretty sure I can dismantle it and do something with it” you laugh as you sip your iced caramel macchiato. “Enough about James, so how about we go out and have some drinks tonight?”

“It’s James now, huh” Nat raised a delicate brow. “You’re moving fast, girl.”

“I have to.” You shrug.

After leaving the café, the three of you went shopping, trying on different clothes and experimenting with new styles you never thought of. You’re no longer Bucky’s ‘doll’. You are your own person and learning new things would be fun.

Later that night, it was Wanda’s turn to pick a place. Instead of the usual club, she chose a lounge bar. Wanda has always been quite the introvert, this place suited her. It felt classy, it felt secluded and new. Even the drinks were good. You even ordered nachos to share.

You would be lying if you said the thought of him didn’t cross your mind during the shopping trip and this lounge. But you have to forget. You didn’t walk out of his life, he subtly told you to do so.

It broke your heart, but you have to get up and pick up the pieces yourself. You just need a few months.

-To Be Continued- Hope you guys like it! More coming soon! Thank you for reading✨✨✨

Editing Credit goes to @hoejiicha she helped brought this writing to life.

[drxwsyni]

Comprehension︱Yandere Shinsou Hitoshi x f!Reader

Anonymous asked: “Could you write a one shot where the reader (female) is mute and gets kidnapped by yandere Shinsō who just thinks the reader is trying to avoid his quirk.”

a/n: *IMPORTANT* So, I had to do quite a lot of research for this oneshot to be medically correct. For the sake of clarity, the reader is depicted with Broca’s Aphasia, a branch of a speech impairment that lets them understand what people are saying to them, but are unable to form a verbal or written response. This can happen due to stroke or injury. I am in no way romanticizing this condition, this is a work of fiction and I don’t believe in these glorifying ideas in real life. Aphasia is a serious medical condition and should be treated as such.

Thank you to @theladyshinigami​ for helping me work out the outline to this oneshot, your assistance is always much appreciated <3

Warnings: mild violence, swearing, mentions of injury, imprisonment, angst, gen. yandere themes

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“The only person getting in your way is yourself.”

A distinctive earthy aroma permeated through the air, the soft pattering of raindrops colliding with the rooftop foundation around him. Perched atop a ledge, overseeing the idle backstreets of the residential area he was appointed to patrol, Shinsou’s eyes landed on a crouched form on the streets below.

The last time he heard your voice was in the final school year before joining UA, the both of you planning on enrolling in the general studies course there. He was paying no mind to your counterargument―one he’d heard plenty of times before. You insisting that he’d become more than what some nonsensical individuals made him out to be, him blowing off the sentiment due to a long established complacency over the occurrence.

He fought with you over it, much to your dismay. In a fit of frustration you stormed off in the opposite direction, leaving him to brew in his displeasing thoughts. Now however, he wished he ran after you. Apologized for acting so insensitive, making a point to thank you for believing in him and lending him advice with only good intentions when others would cower in prejudiced suspicion.

The next morning he went to class as normal, except you weren’t there. The teacher explained you’d moved schools and wouldn’t be returning. He never got to say goodbye, the last interaction with you being one filled with undeserving ignorance against your warmhearted nature.

Now a full fledged pro hero, having trained relentlessly to become everything you sought to bring out in him, Shinsou remained motionless in the steady stream of rain. Not even the darkness of the 2 am night could mask those undeniably identifiable features.

That soft smile gracing your face, gentle and welcoming. He followed your gaze, laughing slightly in disbelief. Not just at how out of nowhere you appeared back in his presence, but at how you’d also managed to find his adventurous outdoor cat.

The two of you were protected from the downpour by a bus stop shelter, the metal frame being overtaken by wildly growing vines. His cat was perched atop the wooden bench, and you’d positioned yourself to be perfectly eye level with the affectionate feline.

If he wasn’t currently experiencing an intense wave of recollection having found that you were alive and well, he might be able to fully appreciate the sight for what it is―heart wrenchingly adorable.

Of course he found his cat cute, but you were on another playing field entirely.

He noted with fondness that at least outwardly, you appeared just as entrancing as the day you left him. With age brought new reasons for him to be enraptured with your being, maturity allowing new, equally soft features to shine through. Although shamelessly taking the time out of these ungodly hours to pet a wandering cat, it showed that you still held that same sense of innocence.

When you were younger, that trait had him deeply worried at times. It left you skittish in the wake of those who took advantage of your unassumingly positive approach to life. Of course he never treated you so wrongly, especially after you’d proved how the functionality of his quirk didn’t phase you.

But he never was there for you as much as you were for him. Shinsou didn’t really bother to ask you just how you were doing, if you were dealing with being treated in such a way all the time. You always made a point in making sure he was okay, but something always held him back from doing the same with you.

It was a level of intimacy he wasn’t quite ready for, no matter how much you conveyed your comfortableness with him.

Does she even remember me?

Giving a final few offers of attention towards the feline, Shinsou watched from his spot on the rooftop as you stretched out to be standing. Your black umbrella, already wet with rainwater from being used just minutes ago, popped open in quick succession. Carefully, so as not to step in the deep puddle of water forming in the indents of the sidewalk, you strided out from underneath the small shelter.

Regret for his past behaviour kept Shinsou at a distance as you turned away. However, the allure of wanting to see just how you’d grown in ways he hadn’t yet observed since he last was graced with your presence kept that distance unchanging.

With each of your steps away, he met with his own advance. Trailing you from the rooftops, Shinsou watched over your form, unconsciously guiding him further into your life. And, as it turns out―your apartment.

Judging the surrounding area, your home was just five blocks from his own. How long had you gone unnoticed, living day to day alongside of him yet somehow still so far apart?

Ever so slightly, he could see your frame shivering from the chill that the rain brought on. He hadn’t acknowledged his own discomfort, being far too occupied with your sudden reappearance. As you let yourself into the complex, Shinsou ran a hand through his damp indigo locks, attempting to ground himself with the information of your existence.

Having nothing of yours left to take in, not unless he wanted to make his own existence known to you, he resigned his duties for the night. With a brief phone call to his agency, the area was kept guarded with a fresh pair of eyes, allowing him to return to the sanctuary of his own home.

His cat was awaiting his return, pawing angrily at the door which was adorned with scratch marks at the base from similar occurrences. He ruffled the fur atop its head, earning a reflexive shake to remove the built up dampness from the cat.

Calloused hands slid a key into place, unlocking and pushing the door open for his pet to enter. It moved past his own advances with disregard for the risk of him tripping over its small body, Shinsou mentally cursing himself for letting the adventurous being out in the first place. But then again, it did allow him the opportunity to see his two favorite girls spending time together―so maybe the disrespectful behaviour could be forgiven.

The warmth that electrical heating provided did not go unappreciated, a stark contrast from the chill of the night air. Yet although the sensation was welcoming and capable of calming his mind, Shinsou could not simply return to the routine of basking in its comfort after a grueling and extensive shift.

You were out there, completely unaware of him―and he didn’t want things to remain that way. Even if he didn’t directly approach you to learn of the ways you’d spent all those years apart from him just yet, Shinsou still had to know more.

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You worked at a bar. Fairly low in traffic and on the edge of town, but a decent establishment nonetheless.

Call it impulse, but Shinsou couldn’t contain the urge to distantly concern himself with watching over you as you made the trek to your job. He respected it―the occupation you’d taken up. Although he didn’t observe you in action, he figured you worked as a waitress or something of the sort. The position made good money, and he knew you could fill the requirements with your kind attitude.

However, he wasn’t as fond of the idea that it was likely you’d experienced some unpleasant customers. It comes with that sort of job, and he was all too aware of the defiling thoughts people had, and thus the actions that resulted from them.

That was what got him to swallow any apprehension to meet you face to face. At least if he was in the bar, it’d make it easier to help you if someone came on a little too strongly.

Shinsou reserved the next possible moment to be devoid of any hero work. He sat down in the bar, ordering a drink to stave off the budding anxiety of finally meeting you after such a long time of being apart. He planned to play it off as coincidence―showing up after a long day, and just so happening to stumble into the bar you worked at.

But he never got the chance to. Shinsou could’ve sworn he saw you enter the building, but after sitting in the same spot for three hours, he never laid eyes on you.

So he did the next best thing.

Patiently, he leaned against the rough brick wall outside of the bar. A few moths batted against the artificial lighting above the heavy metal door to the back exit. The spot where he stood was illuminated with an orange glow, dissipating down the alleyway. Impatiently, checked the digital watch on his wrist.

The door’s handle creaked under the influence of someone turning it from the other side. Shinsou’s eyes shot in its direction, widening slightly as he pushed away from the wall.

Slowly, you stepped through the threshold, an exhausted sigh escaping your lips as you nudged your bag up your shoulder.

The moment you met his anticipated gaze, your own expression formed into a content disbelief. The door shut behind you with a thud, you remaining in one place as he made the first move to speak after clearing his throat.

“I, uh...I saw you, yesterday. On patrol―you were walking out of the bar so I assumed you worked here...You remember who I am, right?”

A wave of relief washed over him as you nodded, that oh so gentle and familiar smile enveloping the soft features of your face. You didn’t say anything, and he figured you were just too much in shock to respond.

Shinsou continued, “I ended up joining the hero course at UA―even have my own agency now. You were right about me, those assholes didn’t know what they were talking about.”

A swell of warmth enveloped him being back in your presence, and with being able to regard those kind eyes again, looking proud for his accomplishments.

But you still didn’t respond.

A crease formed between his brows, a once friendly smile faltering in confusion. If you looked so happy for him, why weren’t you talking back?

You always, always responded to him. Even when he was in a sour mood, you stayed consistent in your acceptance that although his quirk could be used for malice, it wasn’t something he’d ever do.

“Y’know, sometimes I get so sick of the way you act―self-deprecating no matter how much I tell you things won’t always be like this. And honestly ‘Toshi, it’s starting to rub off on me a bit!”

The argument was crystal clear in his mind, your words repeating inside his head as if you’d just uttered them in the present moment.

That was impossible though. You hadn’t said a single word, just standing in front of him in silence. He knew you understood what he was saying.

Only one explanation made sense―it was his quirk that was keeping you from talking.

As Shinsou’s expression fell with feelings of betrayal corrupting his previously relieved feelings, the look on your face changed as well. Like you hadn’t realized your mistake, you presented conflictingly.

You looked like you wanted to say something, but no words came out of your mouth. 

The door behind you bust open, a few bar workers spilling out, sporting obnoxiously loud chatter. What appeared to be the ringleader of the group noticed the exchange taking place between the two of you first.

“(Y/n)! This your friend or something?” He slung an arm around your shoulder, the action putting a small grimace on Shinsou’s face. You looked up at the man, nodding while shifting uncomfortable under his weight.

The strangely affectionate worker regarded him, “Nice to meet you, dude! We were just headin’ out for some drinks―you’re more than welcome to join seeing as you’re all buddy buddy with this pretty lady.”

Shinsou gritted his teeth in irritation, feeling majorly uneasy with the developing situation, and with the worker’s behaviour. He didn’t take his eyes off of your shied form as he spoke. “Uh...I don’t really like crowds, sorry. Maybe another time.”

While that wasn’t a lie, his dejection was mostly a result of his stirred up emotions over your uncharacteristic behaviour.

“Uh...Alright then―see you around, man!”

The group dragged you along with them, forcing Shinsou to side step out of the way. As they stumbled out of the alley, he caught the way you looked back over your shoulder. For a brief moment your eyes locked, and he could’ve sworn he saw your mouth open as if to say something―anything.

Still huddled with the other bar workers, you disappeared from his sight as you exited the alleyway.

He stood there, immobilized with a torrent of how’s and what if’s racing through his mind.

“If that’s how you’re gonna act, then whatever. I don’t wanna deal with this right now.”

The sight of you walking away from him was ingrained into his being. Before, with a moment of stubbornness on his part causing him to unintentionally push you away prior to you disappearing completely. And now, as it appeared in how you finally believed his doubtful words all that time ago.

A low rumbling sounded off in the distance, and although the sky was steeped in darkness, the thickening of the air signaled an approaching storm. There was nothing left for him to do, far too riddled with inner turmoil from the meeting that was supposed to be the start of your rekindled relationship together.

Reluctantly, the indigo haired man made his way out of the alley, shoulders slumped with hands stuffed in his pockets. Out of all the people in his life, you were the only person who he was sure of to never lose faith in him.

And yet, it would seem his careless sentiments had more of an effect on you than he once thought. That day must’ve been the nail in your coffin―what he wouldn’t give now to rewind time and make up for those actions that unknowingly influenced you into your current untrusting mindset.

_____

He should’ve taken the encounter for what it was at face value, and subsequently move on before the regret could eat him up. But Shinsou was stubborn, he always had been with you.

It was far too easy to keep tabs on you. He knew you were naive, but never to this degree. And disturbingly so, it wasn’t just your naivety that scared him―it was how much worse you’d gotten since you were younger.

You always tended to let people walk over you, to allow those ill intentioned individuals to prey on your openness and take advantage of the kindness offered without hesitation. He hated that part of you, but still never said anything.

Maybe he should’ve―no, he definitely should’ve.

Aside from going out to work and the unavoidable errands, you were practically a shut in. Those coworkers he watched drag you off to whatever bar they had in mind that night seemed to be your only friends. And really, Shinsou didn’t even think he could call them that.

Not once had he seen them give you a chance to speak your mind. It was always about them, all day every day without fail. Clearly those years the two of you spent apart was used to foster this placid behaviour in you. He was always in suspense, waiting with worried thoughts for the moment when you’d open your mouth and finally put an end to the meaningless rambling of your questionable acquaintances.

And yet no matter how long Shinsou waited, observing you with the eyes of a hawk stalking its prey, the anticipated behaviour never came.

You weren’t quite the same girl he knew back before UA―before out of nowhere you just up and left with zero explanation.

Shinsou watched as you simply existed in the world around you. Ignored and never sought after for your opinion, keeping quiet while others took the spotlight. And you always let them. What was more alarming was the fact that even if those realities were harmless, your newfound behaviour was a cesspool for people with dangerously worse desires than the ones he observed so long ago.

Making sure he took the time to see you to work or as you went home, obviously entirely unbeknownst to you, was practically a mandatory task in his life at this point. It wasn’t his original plan, mostly because of how much it took away from his own work day―but once again, your behaviour had an influencing effect on him.

In passing one night, you nearly let a total stranger follow you home. Shinsou watched in disgust and horror as the man called out to you as you walked by him, spouting indecent nonsense from his foul lips. And you ignored him. Not even so much as a glance in his direction as you scuttled away. The man went after you, and the thought of what might’ve happened to you if Shinsou wasn’t keeping you safe made his stomach churn. 

Sometimes your shifts weren’t consistent, resulting in him not realizing you’d already left, or that it’d be a while until you did―or even if you were leaving at all. But always making sure you were okay was his only option, the alternative something that he feared, and you would too if you’d just be a little more aware of your surroundings.

Although he preferred this routine of overseeing your day to day excursions, it didn’t hide the fact that his once repressed issues were starting to resurface.

Since proving himself to those who only looked down upon him, working hard and becoming a pro, Shinsou stopped experiencing the pain that came with apprehension from others. 

You always did everything in your power to dissuade him from falling for those poisonous words. More often than not, he disregarded you. Now however, he no longer had the same problems of the general population judging him―just you.

He was upset. Angry with how you threw all that hard work and understanding knowledge of his problems to the wind. You were always there for him to be open with, and for what? Now that you were back, was he just supposed to forget about all the times you stayed with him when nobody else would?

Whatever went down in those years apart, it was clear that your final words and his nonchalant attitude left a deeper impression than he thought. You didn’t respond to him. 

You were avoiding his quirk.

But you should know better. Even without his quirk, he was still able to bring forth what he wanted in people. What he desired to know, how he wanted people to behave. No amount of silence could keep you from that reality.

Shinsou was mad at you for how you treated him. Even worse, those hate filled feelings were brewing alongside fear for the way you’d changed. A nasty concoction of emotions, entirely directed at you. Before, it was you who put so much mental energy into the relationship, and now it was his turn. Shinsou didn’t realize how taxing that state of concern could be.

It was his job to make up for lost time and long perceived mixed messages. In doing so he would no longer want to rip his hair out at the thought of you so casually resigning yourself to the deceptive whims of those around you. And hopefully, you would realize your perceptions of him were misplaced. No matter what happened, you wouldn’t be able to avoid this.

He’d give you one last chance though.

Mostly, it was to make sure he hadn’t convinced himself that you were that naive. That what he was seeing day in and day out wasn’t a figment of his imagination. He wanted to make sure that the attachment he never really let go of wasn’t altering his perception of the truth. That maybe you were still the girl he knew back then. 

He must really care about you, as the way he prepared to go about this moral evaluation went against the instincts that were relentlessly beaten into him from training for all those years to become a pro. It wasn’t something he wanted to do, but realistically it was a perfect opportunity to show that even if you did resent him for blowing off all the kind sentiments you always offered without fail, at least you would be able to fend for yourself. Maybe if you passed this test he’d be able to get over the fact that you no longer thought he was capable of being good to you, with the ease of mind gained from other promising actions allowing for the energy to move on.

Honestly, he doubted that he would ever completely get over that, but at least with the notion that maybe you weren’t so helpless, he’d be able to return to the life he had before spotting you on that astonishingly coincidental night.

The sight made his blood boil―seeing you cower in fear from the men he’d sent to do his bidding. Knowing it was himself that was to blame for ripping away your sense of safety in the face of such individuals hurt him to no ends. Shinsou had to keep telling himself it was a necessary evil. There was no other way he could go on about his normal life thinking that in such a situation you wouldn’t do a thing to protect yourself.

And so he waited, eyes narrowed and calculating as the low level villains proceeded to back you into a corner. Shouting all the vile things they were going to do to you, laughing as you stumbled backwards with tears streaming down your cheeks.

You didn’t fight back. 

You didn’t call for help. 

Even as your back hit the brick wall, all you did was stand there in pure and unbridled fear, hyperventilating like a rabbit caught in a trap.

Your pursuers were a little confused at the sight too―they must’ve expected even a little resistance. But regardless, they went through with the orders they received anonymously, expecting a sum of cash for their troubles when all was said and done.

Shinsou let the scene play out for as long as possible. The seconds going by felt like hours as he silently begged you to fight back, to prove to him you hadn’t developed into a weak shell of a girl he once knew.

The quick and panicked breathing that was wracking your body got in the way of that. It was the fear that he’d let be inflicted that led you to pass out under the stress of the situation, telling Shinsou all he needed to know for what he was supposed to do with you next.

_____

Shinsou blamed himself for unknowingly convincing you to go against the ideals that you held so strongly before you vanished from his life. Even worse, he blamed you for finally believing his self-doubting words. You took them to heart, something he would’ve never expected you to do.

Mostly, he blames others for trying to take advantage of the person you’d become.

It had pushed him to do things he never wanted to. To put you in situations that you found terrifying, that confused you to no ends. And he knew from the look on your face how you were feeling.

Baffled and betrayed just as much as he was. At least he wasn’t alone in that sense.

Shinsou could admit that he could’ve been a little nicer to you after you woke up, subsequently finding yourself in an environment you’d never seen before. The only thing you recognized was him, but that did little to put you at ease once you realized he was the one to put you through so much distress in the first place.

He tried telling you that you were safe, that everything he’d done was to make sure that there were no other options aside from the current predicament. He told you that he didn’t want to see you so afraid of him, and that you didn’t need to be.

But that didn’t stop the wide eyed look you gave him whenever he came close to you. Shaking like a leaf whenever he was in the room, keeping your gaze fixed on him should he do something horrible. And he would never do something bad to you, so your reactions only made him feel so much worse.

Or at least, he thought he would never do anything to make your feelings toward him all the more apprehensive.

He was just so angry. Shinsou couldn’t get over the way you regarded him. The way you treated him like a villain. Everyone always used to tell him that that’s what he’d become. And you always told him he wouldn’t.

Yet, when he saw your face twisted in anguish for his actions, those kind words left his mind completely.

If he could just get you to say a single word, he would show you he meant no harm. But no matter what―no matter how much he tried to simply talk to you, a response never came.

And so he was always angry. Shinsou tried not to show it, to keep the intrusive thoughts and behaviours to himself. However, even that became a herculean task when you started to show pity for him.

It was the small actions.

You’d pick up after yourself, even when he told you that he’d handle everything. Shinsou would come back after a shift at the end of a particularly stressful day to see that you’d tidied the house, maybe vacuumed the floors, or cleaned the couch from the building cat hair against the fabric of the cushions where the small animal liked to sleep.

Knowing that you still resented him, yet let those complacent features shine through in your circumstances bothered him immensely. He would’ve liked it more if you stayed mad at him, at least then it would’ve shown him you were learning. That his little test of strength had paid off, and you were starting to understand the concept of what it meant to defend yourself. But even while you stayed consistent with the looks of passing despair and confliction, you never once made a move to leave him.

That wasn’t to say you enjoyed remaining chained to a bed at night, or how not once in the past month had you experienced fresh air. It was just that you didn’t ever try for the door, or even a window. Shinsou would know if you did, he cared a lot more about home security than you had after all―but the alarms signalling such an action never went off.

He knew that the main reason for why he kept you with him was because really, he loved you more than he loved any person in his life before. Having you around him constantly was great, even better was the fact that he knew nobody else would have the same opportunity.

The only problem was his guilt, and the way you mindlessly fueled it. That’s what kept him angry.

At himself.

At you.

At everyone.

It was only so long before those wrathful emotions took hold of his common sense.

Generally speaking, the atmosphere was calming. The fireplace was lit in the background, casting a warm hue to the dining room. A storm was beating against the window outside, the noise of the water hitting the glass dulcifying. Shinsou had gone through the trouble of cooking your favorite for dinner, it turning out better than expected. The pleasant aroma was the final touch to stave off rampant nerves, welcoming only thoughts to ease the mind.

But Shinsou’s mind was everything but at ease―you weren’t eating.

The issue was a persisting one. He didn’t know why you were doing it, only that the problem was becoming more of an issue as time went on. You were losing weight, becoming sickly looking. The food was right in front of you, and yet you remained still.

He couldn’t put up with it, breaking the silence that always hung unless he was the one to make noise. “You need to eat something.”

Just barely, you flinched at his words. He didn’t bother coming off soft, knowing he needed the assertiveness if he was ever going to get through to you. Your eyes flitted to meet his, not a second did they remain in place before going back to staring at your lap.

He persisted, “I thought this was your favorite―did you get sick of it after you left?”

The reference to your untimely departure had your brows furrowing slightly, a worried look forming across your face.

A deep sigh escaped Shinsou’s lips, him leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table while regarding you with a stern expression. “I promise I won’t use my quirk on you. I know that’s what you’re worried about, but you don’t need to be.”

Thick silence settled back into the room. He didn’t make a noise for fear of interrupting any potential motivation you might be having to respond. But you stayed still, eyes remaining downcasted. And more importantly―unspeaking.

It was probably a good thing that you weren’t looking at Shinsou, given the heated glare he was sending your way. With each passing second spent without you acknowledging his promise that you’d only heard a thousand times before now, the feeling of intense frustration inside him festered.

Another few moments, then a harsh “Fuck it,” and Shinsou was grabbing both of your plates. He had finished eating, always waiting patiently for you to do the same. It was clear you weren’t going to do so tonight though, and honestly, he was too pissed to even give you the chance to anyway.

He brought them into the kitchen, setting his plate in the sink while retrieving something to put your dinner in, should you be more motivated to eat it later. “You can just...go to your room for the rest of the night.” Shinsou spoke the words with a certain edge to his tone, not even regarding you as he talked over his shoulder. 

Why couldn’t you just do this one little thing for him? It wasn’t hard―the food was good, even if it turned out not to be your favorite anymore. Was it really that difficult to even acknowledge the fact that he put so much work into making sure you were well fed?

The sound of your bare feet padding against the tiled kitchen flooring alerted him to your presence. You stood a few feet away from him, expression looking conflicted and, what he hated the most―pitying.

“I told you to go to your room, unless you’re ready to eat now?”

He watched as your eyes flitted to the dirty dishes, giving him another brief glance before you made your way to the sink. Carefully, you emptied it and began running the water, leaving a finger under the stream to wait for it to heat up.

Shinsou stood frozen, a hand gripping the edge of the counter that had his knuckles turning white.

“You don’t need to do that. Go back to your room.”

You paid no mind to his words, clearly not recognizing them for what they were―a demand.

Seeing this, Shinsou walked over to the sink, leaning over you. “What part of ‘go back to your room’ do you not understand?” He was trying so hard not to raise his voice, yet as he spoke his tone only grew in strength.

Ever so vaguely, you let out a small huff in frustration. You just wanted to help. It was the only thing you could think to do so as not to piss him off. Unfortunately, you didn’t realize that you doing so was exactly what was making him so mad.

And he didn’t realize that you thought you had no other choice.

Shinsou’s hand slammed down on the faucet handle, cutting off the stream and finally raising his voice to let out the pent up anger he’d been suppressing for so long. “So what, first you can’t give me a fucking response and now your straight up ignoring me?!” This time he forcefully moved you from the sink, shoving you away from it. “I try so fucking hard and you can’t even listen to me now?! What the hell is wrong with you?!” 

The moment the words slipped from his mouth, Shinsou froze in his place. You had stumbled back from the force of his push, now balancing yourself on the counter of an island that rested in the middle of the kitchen. You were looking at him wide-eyed, scared and shaking.

Like you had been when he sent those lowly criminals on you.

Like he was a villain.

“I...I didn’t mean that.”

You were already backing away, retreating like he would try to hurt you again, not only with his words.

His voice was quiet, as if any shift towards further aggression would have you breaking down. But it was too late when the tears were already streaming down your face.

“Please don’t cry. I didn’t mean to be like that, I promise. Just―”

You were rushing back to your room before he could finish his sentence. The door slammed shut, him flinching as the loud noise reverberated off the walls of his home. 

Three times now.

Shinsou had the courage to act as a hero, selflessly risking his own well being for the sake of others. He disregarded his feelings to make people he didn’t even know more comfortable, he knew how to de-escalate the tension and troubles of any situation.

And yet, this was the third time he had watched you leave him. The third time he remained in his place as you walked, or in this case, ran away from him. The coward that hid inside him while he remained a pro at work revealed itself in your presence.

He hated himself for it.

But he would fix things. Mend the gap in your relationship that was keeping you from opening up, and keeping him from being there for you when you needed it the most.

_____

Shinsou cursed himself for not doing it sooner.

It would only make sense for him to conduct some form of research on you, seeing as how close he’d made you be with him. He was just so caught up in his own feelings and inner turmoil to take the time to, and now he wishes he’d done it the moment he came back into contact with you.

Looking at the records on file of you nearly made his heart stop. For one, they were extensive, forcing him to spend copious amounts of time just sitting in his study and reading for hours.

The moment you ran off after dinner, he’d locked your bedroom door and left, resolving to find answers. And find them he did. 

In the form of hospital records dating back to the very day you disappeared before high school.

You were in a car accident. The vehicle that had collided with the one your parents were driving hit the side of the car, but only at the back of it―where you were sitting. And it was bad, you had to undergo multiple surgeries to fix the damage inflicted onto your fragile body.

Amongst the repairs, the file of a brain surgery stood out. Along with the records of your rehabilitation, Shinsou learnt everything he needed to know.

You weren’t avoiding his quirk―you physically couldn’t talk.

The accident and the surgery left you unable to, and all this time you were putting up with his incessant encouragement to speak because you couldn’t tell him to stop. You’d left back then because of your inability to communicate like the average person, your parents moving you away for a fresh start―it was easier than having to explain to everyone what had happened. When you were older you moved back, it being the only place you truly were familiar with.

Shinsou connected the dots. Your physical condition and how it affected that of your mental state. Given your limitations, he could understand how you came to be so lenient with the way people treated you. You couldn’t tell them if you were upset, so it must have become easier to just let life have its way with you.

He clutched the stack of files in his hand, pausing outside your bedroom door. Even on his side of the frame, the quiet sniffles escaping your body were all too distinct for him. The sound made his heart clench in anguish, being painfully aware that it was all his doing. And if he had just taken the time to get over his own intrusive thoughts and stopped blaming you for everything, none of this would’ve happened in the first place.

Hesitantly, Shinsou brought his hand up to the door, giving a few knocks against the wood. When he heard the sad sound of your cries being stifled, he fished the keys to the locks from his pocket. Pushing the door open slowly, both as a secondary motion to let you know he was entering, and to use the time to brace himself, he let his eyes fall upon your form.

You had curled up into a ball on the bed, back pressed against the headboard. There was a blanket held tightly in your hands, shielding most of your body from his face. Your eyes met, and despite the dim lighting of the lamp to your right, he could see the puffiness around your eyes.

Shinsou stepped through the threshold of the door, letting it shut behind him. Your eyes remained trained on him as he made his way to the side of the bed you were closest to, sitting down on the edge.

Carefully, he set the stack of papers atop the sheets, sliding them closer towards your shaking body. He waited patiently as you fearfully reached a hand out and took the files from him.

As you opened the yellow folder keeping the documents in place, Shinsou broke the heavy silence.

“I didn’t know. And―I feel like shit for not finding out sooner.”

He had no clue how you’d react, so dreadfully, he kept his gaze on you as your fingers flipped through a few pages. 

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t think―”

What he said now was more important than ever, knowing just how shaken your state must be due to his stupidly impulsive actions. Shinsou paused for a moment, drawing in a deep breath and exhaling before continuing.

“When you refused to respond to me the night I caught you at the bar...I thought it was because you were avoiding my quirk. This whole time―I assumed you’d given up on me after we had that fight, before you left.”

Your lower lip was trembling as he continued, a few voiceless sobs escaping your broken form.

“I didn’t mean to scare you like that. I was just frustrated that you weren’t responding, but that’s not an excuse for the way I acted.”

By now you had abandoned the flimsy records, curling in on yourself as your emotions took over. Shinsou watched as your body convulsed with sobs, listening to the way your breath escaped rapidly, with the typical sound of your voice accompanying the action missing.

He wouldn’t idly sit by as you hurt anymore. That was something he used to do, and look at where it got him.

Removing the folder from your hands and placing it atop the nightstand, Shinsou scooped you up in his arms. He took your place on the bed and sat down with you on his lap. Gently, he held you close to his chest, a hand rubbing up and down your back in a soothing motion as you continued to cry into his shoulder.

“I promise not to ever do something like that again. I know none of this was your fault, and I understand why you behave the way you do now.”

He knew that you’d still fear him after what he’d done, and the fact only made the sinking feeling in his chest worse. It was his fault you were so distraught, he could only assume that you were unable to find any way to tell him what was wrong before. And Shinsou had blamed you for your situation, when really it was out of your control entirely.

Now, he would have to make up for the damage he’d done.

Shinsou wasn’t sure how he was going to go about making amends for the problems he’d created, but one thing was for sure―it was still his job to protect you from yourself. He understood now why you’d grown to be someone who takes things in stride, far too much than one normally should. The way you behaved wasn’t okay, whether you quite realized that fact or not. 

As far as he was concerned, your vulnerability wasn’t to be taken lightly. He’d seen first hand what could happen should he abandon you. 

Letting you leave wasn’t an option.

You needed him, even if it took you a while to understand that. Shinsou knew you would likely continue to resent him for the treatment he’d subjected you to―anyone would. But he could handle it, that was his responsibility after all.

His fonder feelings for you never changed, only growing in passion the more time he spent with you. At this point, he wouldn’t be able to part with you even if you proved you could take care of yourself.

And so he resolved that you would never stray from his side, and he would always be there to take care of you.

Shinsou would’ve said more to you, but in the moment he doubted you would even hear him amidst the distress you were in. The voiceless sobbing continued, and he did his best to calm you, gently rocking you while whispering reassurances through the motions. He didn’t know what you were thinking, and he knew you’d never be able to tell him. 

But actions spoke louder than words, and right now they told him that even just a bit, the way he held you was slowly calming you down with each shaky breath you took. So he didn’t let go, and you didn’t fight him.

In that moment, he knew he’d finally done something right. He was there for you in the way you’d been there for him all those years ago. It was how he wished he’d been when the regret plagued his being at the recollection of you walking away from him.

Shinsou wouldn’t let you walk away anymore. He’d take care of your silent troubles in ways that he knew nobody was doing for you before, in ways that you needed someone to help you with.

He understood what was to be expected of him now, and he would no longer let any self satisfying behaviour get in between the two of you ever again.

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Headcannon request w/ J (Reader is so sleepy that she didn't notice she called him a teddy bear 💕🥺) Have a great day! ❤

OMFG NONNIE 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 this is so cute!!!! <3333 skskskk if you catch J in the right mood he is a teddy bear, don’t be fooled 😂 thank you omg I hope you have a wonderful day too! <3

I wrote this in like 15 minutes; unedited.

WC: 885.

You were exhausted.

J had left this morning, long before you had even woken up. You vaguely remembered him cupping your face in his hands and pressing a noisy, messy kiss to the very centre of your forehead, obviously thinking that you were asleep and not wanting to wake you but not wanting to leave without saying goodbye, and then he had left.

Unable to fully relax without at least hearing from him to know that he was okay,  you had decided to stay up until he got back.

Or, that had been the idea, anyway. 

It was now close to midnight and you had been up for... a while.

You were repetitively checking the clock and mentally working out how long it had been since J had left the house, and as the hours crept closer to the twenty four mark did you feel nerves begin to brew low in your gut.

J could hold his own, you knew he could hold his own, but all it would take was one stray bullet, one second of inadequate concentration and - 

You shook yourself out of your thoughts, a sickly lump in your throat and the stinging of tears in your eyes.

Shut up, Y/N - he’ll be home soon. J’s okay, he’s probably out there right now planting explosives or something. He’s been fine every time before, why would this be any different?

Your thoughts played on a loop, stuck were you on J and his whereabouts.

You could phone him with the burner he had given you, you knew you could, but that was for emergencies only and you worrying about him... wasn’t an emergency.

You had now been awake for twenty six hours and you were... rapidly losing your battle to stay awake.

Sheer willpower, caffeine and, yes, some spite kept you awake as you sought to keep yourself distracted and busy. Oh, but you missed your clown and you couldn’t sleep without him.

Sleep...

You laid down on the sofa, intent on resting your eyes, but then the front door opened and closed and there was the heavy muted thudding of steel toecaps on carpet.

“Honey, I’m ho-me,” J cackled at his ‘joke’ and came further into the apartment, his head tilted so far to the side that his ear was almost touching his chin, his hands down by his sides, his shoulders hunched forwards.

He was an altogether imposing, almost frightening figure, but not to you. No, to you, he was... J was home.

And he was home - physically.

But you weren’t. 

No, you wouldn’t be home until - “J!” - the sight of your clown through weary eyes sent a shock of energy through you and you launched yourself upwards, feeling lightheaded not only from your physical exhaustion but also from how fast you had moved.

J chuckled and wrapped an arm around your waist to steady you. Your eyes were obviously sore, red rimmed with tiredness, dark bags under your eyes. Your skin was a bit paler, too.

“Ya didn’t have to wait up for me, doll.”

J’s voice rumbled in his chest and echoed inside your ear as you burrowed yourself into his hot embrace, like a heater was he.

He smelled of gasoline, greasepaint, gunpowder and a little bit like sweat; his hair slightly greasy and his paint flaking off in some places but thickly applied in others, the red a stark contrast to the white of his face.

“I know,” You squeezed your arms around J, pushing your face into the green of his waistcoat, “But I can’t sleep without my teddy bear.”

J stiffened in your hold but you didn’t try to take back your sentence. You didn’t pull away, you didn’t stutter out an apology, you didn’t even react to what you had just said.

People spoke the truth when they were tired, it lowered their inhibitions and loosened their tongue, and though he bristled at being called a teddy bear, J knew what you had meant - he was your safety, your security, your comfort.

You needed him. 

Heat bloomed in J’s chest and he felt his full lips quirk upwards in a real, genuine smile. His arms tightened around you and kisses rained down atop your head, his hands smoothing over your back, your arms... 

“I got’cha, Y/N. Come on - let me - let me get settled, hm? Then, ah - then your teddy bear can come to bed with you.”

J’s laugh rang throughout the apartment as he got himself cleaned up and suitable to join you in bed. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone, not even you, but he hurried through his nightly routine because you were really and truly exhausted and if he was really being honest, then so was he.

It seemed like only minutes but also hours before J was sliding into bed beside you, his arms roughly pulling you into his embrace. The last thing you were aware of was a clumsy, sleepy kiss being pressed to the very centre of your forehead in an echo of what was technically yesterday morning’s goodbye before you finally, finally, succumbed to your exhaustion.

How lucky were you, to have a teddy bear which could and would hold you just as tightly as you held him?

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George likes boys

3,700 words

After George Weasley is introduced to one of his younger brother’s male classmates, he begins questioning his sexuality. He can’t ignore his feelings anymore, after they find themselves alone in detention, having to clean the Herbology greenhouses together.

This is a He/him pronoun Y/N fic, mostly fluff and angst until the last chapter.

WARNING contains; 18+ smut, strong language, LGBT themes [if you’re not into that], gay angst and yearning [if you’re not in the mood for that]

Smut in part 10 if you want to skip to that part, because same.

Prologue

Y/N is a third-year student at Hogwarts in [Your house]. With the Dementors guarding the grounds, they’re unable to wander, so he’s meeting his friends after a class in the Great Hall before lunch. First out the door, satchel swung around his arm, he strides through the hallway towards the staircase that leads down to the hall, shoes clicking on each step.

1] Great Hall

Walking into the Great Hall, Y/N scans the tables, spotting his friends near the front. Strutting towards them he’s stopped by a familiar voice, “y/n, Y/N!” turning to see Ron gesturing towards him, Y/N lifts his eyebrow in query. “You’ve got the notes for Potions class, haven’t you?”

“From this morning or?” Y/N asks, taken aback by the arbitrary question.

“Yeah! can I copy it? Please? I’m desperate.” Ron pleads.

“Honestly Ron! maybe if you actually turned up to class, instead of sleeping in, you wouldn’t be in this predicament.” Hermione huffs.

“Maybe if you let me peak at your notes I wouldn’t be in this predicament.” Ron retorts.

Y/N sighs and rummages in his bag, bringing out a slightly battered leather notebook, “yeah mate, go wild.” He says tossing his notebook towards a thankful Ron.

“You shouldn’t pander to him” Hermione huffs, “He’ll never learn.”

“Shove off Mione!” Ron grumbles, as he hurriedly scribbles notes onto his parchment, his quill working with an impressive speed, although, no accuracy.

“You even going to be able to read that?” Y/N smirks, as he takes a seat on the opposite side of the table next to Harry, waiting for Ron to finish his scribing.

“Ah yeah, crystal clear.” Ron answers, eyes dashing between the parchment and the page.

Hermione stretches over to inspect Ron’s frantic lettering, “Is that even English?” she said before returning to her reading.

“Of course it is Hermione!” Fred appears behind Ron, “but it’s in code, nobody else can understand Ron’s writing but him”, he’s followed leisurely by Lee and George who adds, “That’s so none of the Professors can tell if he’s actually done the assignment or not.” snickering to Lee Jordan as they surround Ron who’s still frantically copying the notes, now somewhat more hurried, anticipating his older brother’s intervention.

2] George’s POV

Fred nudged George as they entered the hall, a panicked Ron was frantically scribbling, obviously trying to complete some last minuet assignment. Fred gleefully shuffles to Ron, “…It’s in code, nobody else can understand Ron’s writing but him” is what George hears Fred say as he saunters over to join him to taunt their little brother.

“That’s so none of the Professors can tell if he’s actually done the assignment or not.” He adds snickering to Lee, who joins in with the sniggering, but doesn’t add to their mocking. The three boys sit surrounding Ron, Fred shuffles in between him and Hermione, wrapping his arm around Ron before mockingly taking interest in his writing. “So, what have we got here?” he asks, leaning in for exaggerated dramatics.

“Ron’s been sleeping through class, and now he’s having to copy notes before Snape realises and gives him detention.” Hermione exclaims, securing a smirk from Fred.

“I’m sure Snape doesn’t mind Ron skipping classes, He probably prefers it.” George shares, earning a chuckle from the opposite side of the table. His gaze is diverted to the unfamiliar boy sitting with his brothers’ friends. Momentarily, George is entranced by the way the boys face beamed as he laughed, George’s stomach knotted as a warm smile grew on his captivated expression, luckily everyone was too busy coming up with jokes at Ron’s expense to notice that George had hardly taken a breath in several seconds. Although, the first person to look his way was the unfamiliar boy, who’s casual glance at George snapped him from his daze, and he quickly diverted his eyes to calm his heating cheeks from revealing his sudden odd need to stare at this [your house] boy.

They sat huddled around Ron for a few moments before he finished his notes and handed Y/N his book, thanking him as he left.

3] Gryffindor dorm and torment

Later that night George lay in bed unable to pull his thoughts away from the encounter with Y/N in the Great Hall. Flashes of his smile accompanied the echoes of his words in his mind. He hadn’t said anything particularly interesting that encouraged such contemplation, but the way he said them, the almost mumbled drone of his voice soothed George, calming his racing chest when he visualised the point on Y/N’s teeth when he laughed. He thought of how cute his smile was, before blushing that he thought to describe him as cute. He remembered the way Y/N’s hair fell, gripping his own red locks, wishing his hair didn’t fall into his eyes all the time, or that it looked as soft as his did. George spent several moments wondering how it would feel to run his hands through Y/N’s hair, before he realised, he was thinking about running his hands affectionately through another boys hair, and promptly removed all his thoughts with a heavy sigh.

What would it be like to… he stopped his thoughts before they started and rolled into his pillows, submerging himself under his blanket in an unproductive attempt to get to sleep.

4] Prank gone wrong

I have to talk to him, George thought as he and Fred set up the days prank. They stood one side of the hallway, gesturing to Lee on the other.

While they’re waiting for Flitch, George scans the adjoining courtyard for him or an equally vicious cat scoping the grounds. Instead, George spots a familiar [your house] walking towards them. Taking his opportunity George whispers a call to Fred, gesturing that he was going around the corner, before perching himself in the doorway, meeting Y/N with a mischievous smile. He couldn’t miss this opportunity to say hello to his new obsession, because although he won’t admit it to anyone, he hadn’t thought of much else but this moment, where they’d meet again, since their meeting yesterday. He seems cool, George thought, we could be friends. Although if he’d shared these thoughts with anyone, they might have enlightened him to him wanting to be more than friends, but George had never felt like this for a boy before and was uncharacteristically ignorant.

“Hey! You’re my brother’s friend?” George called to him, knowing exactly who he was.

“Yeah, kind of,” Y/N answered, slowing his pace to talk to the curious Gryffindor.

“You were helping him with class, right?” George proposed, unfortunately he didn’t know that much about him to have many avenues for conversations, without resorting to talking about the weather (but it was Scotland, so there was only so many times you could mention the rain).

“Yeah!” he answered with forced conviction, trying to remember the reason he’d sat briefly with the Gryffindors yesterday, “He’d missed potions.”

“If you’re good, maybe you could tutor me sometime?” George

“Are you that bad that you need help from a third year?” Y/N smirks. Eliciting a chuckle from George.

Although now oblivious to the prank, George hadn’t noticed when Professor Sprout had come around the corner after being caught in the prank. His brother and best friend had already fled, leaving him at the scene of the crime.Professor Sprout covered in the markings of a Weasley prank stood idly before the two boys noticed her there. “Weasley!” she bellowed.

“Professor…” he answered defeated, being all too familiar with the professors saying his name in that tone.

“And Mr [Y/L/N]?” She gasped, eyeing the two boys accusatorily.

“What, no?” they both replied in a harmony. Although, it was too late, Professor Sprout giving them both detention.

5] Detention

To George’s frustration Y/N left heatedly, with them not meeting again until the following evening, where they met to clean the Herbology Greenhouse’s. Y/N didn’t meet him in a particularly better mood, still irritated by the unwarranted detention.

Professor Sprout had left them to clean by themselves, so while alone together George tried to salvage the situation best he could. Although, any attempts at a casual conversation seemed to irritate Y/N further. On the bright side Y/N’s anger had them finish the work quicker than expected. But this meant that George had less time to try and smooth things over with Y/N. Unfortunately, his newest attempt to talk to Y/N ended with a pile of pots strewn across the floor and them both scrambling to pick them up.

“Look!” Y/N barked, “I’m not particularly interested in small talk for the sake of filling the silence, I just want to get this done, so I can leave!”

George’s expression dropped. This wasn’t how he wanted this to go.

6] Enemies to Lovers

“I didn’t mean to get you in trouble,” George bargained, “I just wanted to talk to you” he admitted

“You could have picked a better time to start a conversation with me.” Y/N sighs, he knew it wasn’t George’s fault, he’d just hated getting detention, obviously. But specifically, he took pride in not getting caught in his antics, so getting caught in somebody else’s shoddy work irritated him to a higher degree.

“Yeah, sorry.” George exhaled. It wasn’t the chat he wanted to have, but at least he wasn’t mad at him anymore.

“I’d have thought you’d be better at not getting detention at this point anyway,” Y/N declared, “Doing pranks is your thing isn’t it?” he clarified. “So, I imagined you wouldn’t be this easy to catch.” he says with a cocky grin at George, making his cheeks flush.

“Apparently not,” George answers, “I’ll have to work on it.”

“I can’t help you with Potions, but maybe I could give you tips on being more inconspicuous.” Y/N boasted.

“You? What do you know about not getting caught?” George tittered.

“You’ve never seen me in detention before, have you?” Y/N offered in response, “This one excluded, obviously…” he smiled bashfully.

“I knew there was something about you I liked” George expressed with a slight smile, as he picked up the plant pots.

“You like me?” Y/N jokes,

“I… uh!” George’s eyes grew large as the breath noticeably left his body.

Y/N stared at him for a moment, eyebrows raised at his reaction, “you like me?” he repeated, now with a completely different meaning.

“I mean… I thought… when I saw you yesterday-” George stumbled.

“I didn’t think you liked boys?” Y/N acknowledged.

George’s body stiffened at the admission, “I don’t I-”

“You doknow I’m a boy?” Y/N’s eye’s narrowed waiting for his response.

“Yeah, but you’re like… small and cute,” Y/N’s eyebrows rose at this admission as George hastily continued, “I mean, feminine, kind of, so it makes sense that I would find you attractive?” George stammers in a single breath.

“Or you just want to suck my dick mate, there’s no shame in that,” Y/N answered with the chuckle, his words catching George’s breath in a hitch. “Besides, I’m not small, you’re just a giant.” He says passively, choosing to ignore the feminine comment.

George stood quieter after that. He enjoyed seeing George flustered, it was a welcomed interaction with the boy that always annoyingly had some kind of sarcastic retort.

They sat in each other’s company for a while. The anticipation building in Y/N’s chest as he peeks over at the abnormally quiet red head, the thoughts racing behind his eyes. It usually wasn’t good when a Weasley was quiet for too long.

After a few moments of silence Y/N finished his task and began walking towards the door, “see you la-”

“Wait-” George calls. Before he realised, he’d moved, George was towering over Y/N, trapping him between his arms. “Are you going to leave before giving me a kiss,” George moved one of his hands to cup Y/N’s face, tracing up his body before holding his thumb under the shorter boys chin, lifting it to face him, as he hunched down to lessen the space between them.

Y/N stood breathless in George’s grasp, eliciting a smirk from the older boy, accompanied by a darkening gaze as he waited for a response. George moved his free hand, stroking Y/N’s back, before pushing their bodies closer together. Y/N’s hands grip George’s shirt as he falls into him. They both stare longingly, neither daring to close the space between them, but both drawing into each other.

“Georgie! You done yet?” a muffled shout calls from behind the door, the two boys jump apart before Fred strides in, “Me and Lee are going to-” the two boys heavy breaths distracting them from hearing Fred’s rambling. But stolen glances were the only indicators that they weren’t listening, as they both tried to regain composure.

*The twins leave*

Y/N’s head spinning, he feels the ghosted stain of George’s touch, the imprint of his fingers tracing his neck, his jawline, his thumb along his spine. He reminisces on the echo of his joke earlier, you just want to suck my dick mate, mortified, he sighs the air into his chest, he was definitely projecting earlier, but now the thought of Georges lips on his body, any part of his body, made his head spin.

7] Can I have him for Breakfast?

The next morning Y/N was dreading walking into the Great Hall for breakfast and facing the cause of his sleepless night. Y/N’s mind had been racing from the encounter with George, and with what (in an ideal world where he had an abundance of confidence, and no shame) he would do next time he saw him. He imagined the way he would go up to Weasley and fall into a passionate, clothes ripping, breathless embrace. These were the images that plagued his thoughts, all until the drole of students in the hall brought him out of his daydreams, the smell of toast waking his consciousness like smelling salts.

He cautiously walks to the [your house] table, scanning the room for a crowd of red hair, but he couldn’t see the red head he wanted. After uninterestedly biding his time with a selection of toast and wizard branded cereal, an echo of obnoxious laughter catches his attention to the group of mostly Gryffindor Quidditch players and Lee Jordan sauntering in. Y/N briefly caught the eye of one of their Beaters before quickly diverting his stare. It would seem he wasn’t going to be able to act on his fantasy’s if only a look from George made him blush this severely. He also in that moment questioned the affections of his friends, considering the extent of how he was going red, and that nobody had realised.

George sat at the Gryffindor table, within direct eyeline to Y/N, which didn’t help his distraction. Looking over at George, all Y/N could think was how he wanted to go over there and grab his stupid face into a kiss. This inclination was not reduced by the way George occasionally glanced over with a smirk, checking he was still getting the attention he wanted from Y/N. The two spent all Breakfast sneaking looks at each other from across the hall.

Y/N observed the Gryffindor boy in a way he hadn’t before. His smile as he laughed made Y/N cheeks heat up, and he couldn’t remove his eyes every time George brushed his hair out of his face, wishing those hands were touching him instead. He kept a fixated stare on the Gryffindor, daring him to take another look, to tease him with another smirk. Y/N’s gaze fell to his neck. His mind wandered through the ways he wanted to kiss it, taste it, to bite it, when George looked up suddenly. He meet Y/N’s stare before getting up and nodding his head ordering Y/N to follow him. George strode out by himself, not looking back, leaving Y/N’s heart racing as his mind raced trying to think of an inconspicuous reason to leave Breakfast early.

“Pee!” Is all he mustered before racing out of his chair to the door. In reflection, that was a great excuse for why he was in such a hurry to leave.

Y/N barely made a turn out of the door, before he bumped into Weasley, and by that, I mean literally, as the air slightly leaves him after his body falls into the towering red head. He looks up at the giggling Gryffindor, “Morning…” George smiles between hushed laughter.

“Hey.” Y/N answers, slightly off balance.

“Come with me?” George asks, Y/N nodding with a distant expression, still dazed from his daydreams of kissing Weasley’s neck that was now within his vantage point. But Y/N followed George as he walked seemingly aimlessly through the castle hallways.

8] Meet me in the corridor

The hallways were quiet as everyone was either sleeping in or having breakfast. Y/N and George walked through the empty corridors side by side, slightly diverting their eyes whenever their eyes met, but both desperately trying to catch a peak at the other. They both resisted the urge to touch the other, to lace their fingers together, or to entirely embrace.

The two boys turn a corner after walking through an empty courtyard, George finally takes the opportunity to grab Y/N, pressing him into one of the arched indents of the wall (which were prominent in the Hogwarts architecture). George hunches over to meet Y/N’s face, a slither of air caught between them, as they both place their hands around the other, embraced with a now familiar tension, they dared each other to close the space between them. Eyes locked in a stare, other than lustful glances at the other boy’s lips. Neither knew who moved first, but with a sudden motion their lips finally met, with them gripping each other’s jumpers, gasping for air in between forceful kisses. Y/N grasped George’s hair, pulling him closer, causing a whimpered moan to vibrate from George’s lips.

The clank of a door snapped them both into reality. Separating from the embrace, breathlessly laughing to each other in respite. Stealing a short kiss before continuing their stroll around the castle, one of many more stolen secret kisses in the corridors of Hogwarts.

9] Study buddy

[the smut starts here whores]

The two boys have been dating in secret, finding excuses to sneak off together, luckily George was familiar with the secret passageways in Hogwarts, and made sure to personally introduce Y/N to all of them.

After classes, George meet’s Y/N in the library under the guise of studying. It was safe to say George had been spending twice the more time studying than usual, so he had to confide his true motives to Fred, who was eagerly supportive.

Y/N sat in a fairly dark corner of the library, he’d taken off his jumper and tie shortly after sitting down and had a selection of books spread across an Oak table, passively taking notes in his beaten-up notebook.

George strolls through the library stacks, spotting his boyfriend down the end of the third row of the Herbology section. He studied him before approaching, admiring the way he scrunched his nose when reading. George ruffled Y/N’s hair to gain his attention, before draping his arms around him and slithered himself behind Y/N on his chair, enveloping him in an embrace.

George held Y/N in his grasp, arms wrapped around his centre, he nestled his face into Y/N’s neck, his hands along his torso restlessly playing with the buttons on his shirt.

“You missed me?” Y/N snickered, getting a muffled moan in agreement from George.

They sat peacefully for a while, Y/N reading and sporadically taking notes, as George held onto him. Peacefully until the long stokes of George’s fingers began to fall lower down his torso. One arm now wrapped around Y/N’s waist, holding him in place, George’s other hand gripped and stoked Y/N’s thigh.

As his breath began deepening, he scanned the room for anyone who could see them, luckily it was quiet where they were. “George…” is all Y/N could muster as his brain began to fog. George’s response was a strong kiss on his neck, then a smirk at the whimpered reaction it elicited from his boyfriend. Y/N melted into George’s hold. As the red head traced kisses along his neck, he also traced his fingers along the waistline of his boyfriend’s trousers, effortlessly unbuttoning and zipping his pant, opening it in a singular motion.

“George!” Y/N gasped.

George moaning a mumbled “yes?” in between increasingly tougher motions on his neck.

“We can’t here!” Y/N whimpered, “someone will-” he was cut off by a gasp, as George reached under his zip to pets his fingers over the growing bulge of his underwear. Y/N gulped down a moan as George motioned his long fingers around his growing distraction. “You’re not very good study partner,” Y/N asserts breathily.

“You were looking stressed…” George chuckles, as he begins stroking him. “…And I’m here as emotional support.” he smirked before returning to his neck. Y/N’s muffled moans sparked George’s own hardness. Through panted breath Y/N shifted, feeling George harden against him, he reached behind him to run his hand along him in a returned motion. George bit into Y/N’s neck as he gripped him, supressing a groan. The two boys battled to keep quiet, as the other relentlessly strove to elicit a whimper or a breathy swear from each other.

“George…” Y/N whimpered as quietly as he could manage. “I’m going to cuh-um” he said between hitched breaths. To Y/N’s distress, George completely stopped his motion and removed his hand from his trousers. “Georgie?” Y/N questioned with almost a betrayed expression.

George pulled away from the seat they shared, getting up, before falling to his knees and hunching himself under the table.

“Georgie?” Y/N exasperated, once again conscious that they were in the library. “What are you-?” he said scanning for onlookers.

George positioned himself between Y/N’s legs, fully releasing him from his underwear, exposing him before beginning to work his tongue along the shaft.

“Cum for me.” George orders, taking Y/N fully into his mouth.

Y/N muffled his moans and George’s eyes fluttered every time he choked on the length. It didn’t take long before that feeling in Y/N’s stomach returned, and he began whimpering George’s name. With a final groan Y/N released into George’s mouth, gasping for air as George gulped, his lips not leaving his shaft until he’d swallowed every last drop. Breathing heavily when he released, George gave him a final lick, before emerging from under the table, lifting to kiss his dazed boyfriend through a smug smile.

Fin

[finalhxaven]

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Send 🎵 for a 5-10 song Playlist about our muses! (Still accepting)

oh just shut up, everyone, you KNOW this is my ship.

1. How Far We’ve Come by Matchbox Twenty One 

I sat down on the street and took a look at myself Said where you going man you know the world is headed for hell Say your goodbyes if you've got someone you can say goodbye to I believe the world is burning to the ground Oh well, I guess, we're gonna find out Let's see how far we've come Let's see how far we've come Well I, believe, it all, is coming to an end Oh well, I guess, we're gonna pretend, Let's see how far we've come Let's see how far we've come

End of the world kind of songs really vibe with these two characters, especially in an au where Zack survives to face Jenova and Meteor head on. There’s a sense of denial that has to come with facing the end of the world, and they have enough of it to go into battle for the sake of fighting for what they believe in. So long as it’s together, they don’t need to have a future. It’s about the here and now, and what they can do for each other in this very moment.

2. Tonight by Seether

Like sugar and cyanide These worlds are gonna collide I want to yell it from the rooftops down Until it's over, and we're older

Their chemistry is raw, it’s simple touches that turn into passionate kisses, and just a single word from one has the other reeling. An incredibly reactive couple belying their own internal struggles that they help one another cope with at the end of the day. But man is it like fireworks with their feelings.

3. We’ll Be Fine by Rebecca Ferguson

When you're lonely Don't be afraid, I'll keep your heart close to mine Lay safe in my arms Lay safe in my armsWhen I'm falling I won't stay down 'Cause I will hold you Lay safe in my arms Lay safe in my arms

They understand better than anyone how to survive by themselves. Many people believe Tifa and Zack respectively can handle anything, but tend to forget that they deserve someone to lean on too emotionally. Someone who can be their balance. So when they start a relationship, there’s tenderness in the way they each speak to one another. Reassurance. Kindness. 

Love.

4. Time Adventure (From Adventure Time)

'Cause you and I will always be back then You and I will always be back then You and I will always be back then You and I will always be back then That's why You and I will always be best friends

This one’s special because it gives a bittersweet taste. Both characters are fully aware that nothing lasts forever, but it’s the feelings that are strong enough to transcend time and do magnificent things. (Also this song is just for you Rain in particular uwu)

5. Kokoro (From Xenosaga)

My beating heart begins to race When I turn to see your face I remember that sweet dream which you told to me

I wanted just to be with you So we could make the dream come true And you smiled at me and that was the beginning

Tifa to Zack. All he had to do was plant the thought in her head. “A family. Maybe a house? We could grow our own food and...” That’s all it takes for her, really. This song in particular has a sad ending, and I did that on purpose because there’s always that reminder that Zack’s demise was upsetting in every way, someone with so much love to give and hope in his heart even despite being hardened, deserved much more.

6. Futuristic Imagination by School Food Punishment

Tonight if you listen Tonight if you try You're gonna finally find out why I can't hate you Tonight if you listen You might realize How many bridges I'd dare to burn To keep tonight

TIFA TO ZACK AND IT’S SO SCARY ACCURATE. Tifa is pretty extreme when it comes to love. So while she spent a majority of her energy denying her feelings, at some point it comes to a head that she needs to convey her feelings. And yes, would go to the end of the world for him. This is an english cover that puts her feelings together simplistic with a passionate vocal I think fits Tifa better, but the original japanese has more complexity in the lyrics that fit Tifa’s emotions towards Zack more accurately.

7. No Choir by Florence and The Machine

But the loneliness never left me I always took it with me But I can put it down in the pleasure of your company And there will be no grand choirs to sing No chorus will come in No ballad will be written It will be entirely forgotten And if tomorrow it's all over At least we had it for a moment Oh darling things seem so unstable But for a moment we were able to be still

Love doesn’t fix everything. If you have abandonment issues or depression, that won’t magically go away just by being in love. but Tifa to Zack? She believes in TRYING, even despite her own flaws. Maybe even because she isn’t perfect, that she wants to spend the rest of her life always working on it with him. And at the end of the day, all they want is something quiet and sweet together.

For Your Zack In Particular, Rain: 

1. Modern Age by Anberlin

There is so much left we have to lose here. The more we give away. You just will never keep the promise said. If all we hold is yesterday.

It’s cute to think that Zack has everything together, but the guy’s been through a lot. Just as much loss if not more due to the events in Crisis Core, to the point where morality is too grey for him. But what makes Zack so wonderful is that he continues forward with a path he carves for himself, no matter what the future leads. Yours is the kind to keep moving towards the future.

2.  INFINITY≠ZERO by Nano

Show me how (don't look away, it's a time the world could change) To go on (don't let it go, be the light to shine on) Even if unable to see, I clenched my true heart, Extended my hand, and thereafter.. INFINITY≠ZERO

At first I didn’t get the title of the song when I heard it, but it was only after a couple of listens that I got what it means. INFINITY≠ZERO is a philosophical denial that the only thing eternal is nothingness. And it really hits home with your Zack because even with facing so much dread that brought each First Class Soldier down, he continues to believe in something more. That this world isn’t made of ambiguity towards the end, but can be worth fighting for BECAUSE it can be beautiful. 

3. Battle Cry (From Empire)

And all of my fears... And all of my doubts... Are lacing their boots... And grabbing their guns... The war is on now... Oooh And they're marchin' in... OOOoooh... And they're marchin' in... OOOoooh... And they're marchin' in... Ooooo... I can hear the battle cry At war with my heart and mind

There are complexities in war that aren’t just battle scars. Zack is more than the triumphs he has and the demise he got, because he regularly faces emotional conflict within himself as he learns more and more about what ShinRa is about. His resolve is not absolute, because he must always continue to face himself in order to fight on. Your Zack in every thread we’ve ever had, continues to face these dilemmas with human emotions and responses. And I love that about him.

4. King/Ghost in a Song by Grabbitz

I'm gonna start doing things I think I should 'Cuz I wanna die knowing I did all I could Days and days of restless worry Will I ever change a thing? Leave my mark on endless stories I just want to go out like a king I just want to go out like a...

He’s a king and he’s dead and it’s not okay.

5. Wings by Birdy

Oh, lights go down In the moment we're lost and found And I just wanna be by your side If these wings could fly Oh, damn these walls In the moment we're ten feet tall And how you told me after it all We'd remember tonight For the rest of our lives

Shit wait this was supposed to be Tifa to Zack. I’m such a mess forgive meeeeee

6.Who Tells Your Story by The Roots (From The Hamilton Mixtape)

Memories divided by perception Will it be water for chocolate or resurrection? The path to perfection is rarely achieved I head in that direction, I dream and believe An underground dude that overachieve From the windy city I was blowing they eaves Somewhere along the way I aired out MCs (who lives who dies who tells your story) But to stand out some days you may freeze Degrees

He’s always been a man who thought about legacy. The idea placed as a small seed from Angeal, growing further until full fruition for Zack to pass the same seed unto Cloud. 

But the awareness of mortality is properly achieved in the au of him living, Rain. He grows, he learns, he realizes that in order to continue living you MUST acknowledge death will always be at the doorstep. And that is where he finds cherishing what is all around him so much more prominent in your writing than in the media of him showed. Everyone always thinks of the tragedy, but what of the philosophical dilemma of continuing to live?

@xaksu

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In Your Arms (In Your Wings)

This fic was inspired by @delimeful 's au

Taglist: @blanketflakes @iwantafroyo @aleiimm @xbrad-pitifulx

Genre: Fluff, very mild, resolved angst

Warnings: Swearing, crying, self-deprecation, probably some that I missed I'm sorry

Words: 1,970

Author's note: You know it, I know it. @xbrad-pitifulx knows it. My mutuals know it. I'm their writing slave. Please let me out of the cell I wrote another story and this is for them! :) I also used *these* to mark where italics would go, so I might have missed some.

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Virgil crawled toward Patton’s room, wings tucked neatly against his back. He felt a little guilty, lying to the Moral side this way, but it was worth it. Patton had spilled his guts to Virgil, although he didn’t know it was Virgil, for several weeks now. Virgil, transformed into the small, cat-sized dragon he became when particularly overwhelmed or stressed. He used a claw to scratch at the back of an ear before getting to Patton’s door and nudging his head through the catflap Patton had installed after Virgil’s second visit. 

“Oh! If it isn’t little Silvie!” Patton squealed, swinging his legs off of his bed and sitting up. Virgil took a few steps into the room, letting the catflap close behind him. Patton stood up off the bed and crouched down in front of the little dragon, whose tail was moving slowly from side to side.

"Sivie, you're looking so very extra cute today! Want to hear about my day?" Patton's voice was happy with only a tinge of sadness, and he hadn't been crying when Virgil came in, so at least there was that. Virgil scurried forward, bumping his scaly forehead against Patton's leg in a way he hoped seemed oblivious.

"Well, this morning I was fixing breakfast for everyone, and I noticed yesterday that Logan was really bothered about something, I can never tell what. He's so much smarter than me." Virgil gently closed his mouth around Patton's finger to remind him that he was smart, smarter than Logan in a lot of ways, in a lot of ways that mattered, too. Patton chuckled.

"Anyway, I decided to make crêpes because he likes them, he just fills them with Crofter's. Isn't that funny, Slivie?" Patton had pulled Virgil into his lap, gently stroking along the scales of Virgil's back. "So I was just finishing the batter and grabbing the Crofter's from the cabinet so he wouldn't have to grab it himself, when he walked down the stairs." Patton paused for a moment, seeming to shuffle his thoughts and compose himself, absent-mindedly stroking Virgil's scales.

"He walks into the kitchen, and he looks at me, and he says, "I'm looking for Virgil. Have you seen him?" and I say "Sorry, Logan, I haven't seen him today.' and Logan seems to be looking right through me, right through me, you know? And he says, "I haven't seen him since the day before yesterday," so I say "okay, if you find him, tell him to come down for breakfast," and he just…" Patton trailed off, moving a hand under Virgil's chin, scratching lightly. "Turns to go. To leave! So I say, "Take care of yourself," and he turns around and he says to me, "Patton, I need your help."" Patton stopped scratching, letting his head fall back and bump against the frame of his bed.

"He never asks me for help. Ever. So now I know something's really wrong." Virgil felt uncomfort stew in his gut, felt like he was hearing a conversation he wasn't supposed to hear, if second-hand. "--So I said, "Sure, Logan! I'd love to help you!" And he looks at me with those big, brown eyes of his, and there's this far-away look to them, Silvie, like broken windows getting rained on." Patton moves his hand again, petting Virgil's wings, and Virgil leaned into the touch, because he knew Paton needed someone (or something) to be there for him.

"And then, right then, he says "I think I'm in love with someone."" Patton's eyes open from where they had drifted closed and he looks down at Virgil. Virgil stared up at him, surprised. He knew Logan felt, knew that just like the rest of them he felt sad and frustrated and happy, but… Virgil had always assumed that being so Logical, love, or at least the romantic kind, wouldn't be something he felt, one of the main reasons Virgil had squished his crush on Logan down so much.

""Congratulations!" I tell him, but he looks so worried. He looks like he's afraid his whole life is gonna crash down around him. So I take him by the shoulder and sit him down on the counter, and in the smallest whisper, he says to me, "I'm afraid. I'm afraid that he'll say no. Because I don't want to ruin the unsteady friendship we've developed. Because I couldn't live without him in my life." I'm so shaken, Silvie. I don't know what to do with myself. I say, "I'm sure he'd understand if he doesn't feel the same way," and he says, under his breath, like I'm not supposed to hear it, "But Virgil always blames himself, and I don't want him to blame himself for my… illogical behavior."" Patton stopped his stoking to look at the now very agitated dragon on his lap.

Virgil scampered around Patton's stomach, brain a mile a minute. Logan liked him romantically? And he cared about my feelings? Patton's hand gently stopped Virgil halfway through his third circle around himself.

"And then he looks up! And he sees that I heard him. And he got up, and he left. I wanted to give him time to cool down, but after Roman and I had finished cleaning up from breakfast, I went up to his room and I knocked on his door, and," Patton's voice was a tiny whisper. "I heard him crying, through the door. Full-on sobbing. So I knock, just loud enough to get his attention, and-" Patton was cut off by Virgil running off of his lap and darting through the catflap.

Logan needs me. He's crying, and he's alone, and he needs me was all that was running through Virgil's head as he took the stairs two at a time, his wings flapping when he jumped to give him an extra boost. He was already at Logan's door and had scrabbled at it for a good five seconds before he realized he was a) not human and b) very small compared to Logan. He hoped Logan didn't want to experiment on him or anything. But, it was too late.

"Hello? Come in?" Said a soft, hoarse voice from inside. Virgil, being unable to come in but hearing the brokenness is Logan's voice, rammed his head against the door a few times. "Fine, I'm coming," Said the voice, and gentle footfalls neared. 

The door swung open, and there was Logan, eyes red and puffy. “Hello?” Logan’s voice cracked, and a tear slipped out of his left eye. “Is anybody there?”

Virgil flapped a wing against Logan’s shoe, hoping to get his attention without being kicked or stepped on.

“Oh!” Logan said, crouching down to look at Virgil better. Up close, he looked wrecked. His hair was falling over his eyes, which were bloodshot, and his skin was blotchy with red patches and there were dark circles under his sunken eyes. He pushed lopsided glasses up his nose to stare at Virgil. “Would you like to come in?”

Virgil took a few steps forward, stopping with his face a few centimeters from Logan’s. He flicked out his tongue, licking a tear off of Logan’s cheek. Logan laughed and opened his arms for Virgil, who crawled into them.

Logan stood, looking from side to side before shuffling back into his room and closing the door with his foot, a tiny dragon held in his arms. He dragged his feet to the bed and sat down, making sure not to jostle Virgil. “Aren’t you a curious creature? I’ve never seen a dragon like you in the Imagination…” He lay back on the bed, Virgil resting on his stomach. Virgil settled his head against his claws, looking at Logan, whose chest was rising and falling evenly underneath him. 

“You want to know why I’m crying? Why I’ve been crying for hours?” Logan said to the air above him. Virgil tilted his head as if to invite Logan to continue. “I’m in love with… with a close friend. And he’s so wonderful, so smart and sarcastic and beautiful. And-” Logan’s voice died in his throat and he swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing. “-And he could never love me. He could never love me back, because I’m stupid, and I don’t understand humor, and I’m ugly.” Logan brought a hand up to his face, rubbing at his eyes and pushing his glasses onto his forehead. 

Distressed, Virgil launched himself at Logan’s face, licking the tears off of his cheeks, trying to comfort him any way he could. Logan was brilliant, he was funny in that dry, professor-y way of his, and anyone with eyes could see that he was gorgeous.

Logan laughed wetly, tickled by Virgil’s tongue. “Stop, stop, I’m fine. I’m fine!” Logan moved a hand to playfully bat the dragon away. “I just wish Virgil would love me back.”

That stopped Virgil in his tracks, because yeah, Patton had told him, but to hear that- that Logan loved him? To have Logan tell him that he loved Virgil? It was too much to bear. He sat on Logan’s chest, dumbfounded.

“You okay?” came the voice of the logical side through Virgil’s reeling thoughts. Virgil looked at Logan, who looked worried, his eyes searching the dragon’s small form. Virgil crawled up to where one of Logan’s hands was resting against his chest, nuzzling against it, loving feeling the warmth of Logan’s skin against his scales. He couldn’t tell Logan that he did love him back in this state, but maybe Virgil could at least offer his (hopefully) future boyfriend some comfort. Well, if he still wanted Virgil after he would inevitably find out that Virgil was the dragon he had confessed to.

"I really love him. I just don't know how to tell him-" Logan began, but he was interrupted by the suddenly panicked dragon growing and glowing and scampering off his chest. Virgil realized what was happening, but it was already too late and he couldn't get out of Logan's room fast enough, so he settled for just getting off of Logan, ending up finishing his transformation lying next to a very shocked Logan.

"I can explain!" Said Virgil, although he really couldn't, but he could try.

"I admit, I'm a little shocked to see you here, Virgil. I'm-" Logan looked down at his hands, which were knotting around each other in his lap. "-Sorry, you had to hear that."

Virgil leaned forward quickly, grabbing one of Logan's hands. "Don't apologise! I- I-" Virgil's voice shrunk, mumbling into the hood of his hoodie. "I love you, too."

Logan's shoulders shook with a sob he swallowed. "That's so good to hear!" He squeezed Virgil's hand, his voice still hoarse from the crying. Virgil let his own tears fall, dripping off of his chin.

"I'm sorry for not… for just bursting in. I was just talking to Patton, and he said you were crying and I rushed here without thinking…" Virgil's breathing was ragged as he tried to explain, but he felt like his lame excuse fell short.

"You don't have to apologize for being here, Virgil. I feel much better, now that you're here."

"You do?"

"Of course I do, you're here." Virgil looked up at Logan when he said this, locking eyes with him.

"You know what would be even better than holding you hand?" Virgil said, rubbing his thumb across Logan's knuckles.

"I'm close to certain that this is perfection, but let's hear your idea."

Virgil kicked off his shoes and moved so he was lying on Logan's bed. He spread his arms, gesturing to Logan. "Come here, LoLo."

Logan breathed a laugh and crawled into Virgil's arms. "You know, you're right."

Virgil laughed and pulled Logan on top of him, wrapping his arms around the logical side's chest. "You doubted me?"

"Never."

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This was really fun to write! Thank you to @delimeful for the au idea, @xbrad-pitifulx for being my muse (as always), and to @sanders-stuffs and @blanketflakes for always supporting me!

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Postscriptum: Warning: this message from the author contains suicidal tendencies, intrusive thoughts, and depression + anxiety mentions.

Right now, I'm (the author) in a bad place. I'm depressed, my anxiety has been worse, and I feel useless and listless. Right now, the one thing I'm living for is this fandom. This blog, with it's followers in the single digits and the love I get from fellow fanders is what's keeping me alive, as well as my passion for writing. I'd just like to thank the people who continue to stand my existance on this website. You guys are amazing, and I'd like to thank all of you.

[scriveyner]

an auspicious day

Three years ago today, this glorious thing happened:

And in honor of that; let’s have SOME FIC.

But first, a history of samflam anniversary fic: 

charity (6/23/14)

sunsets (6/23/15)

with love (6/23/15)

the next horizon (6/23/15)

tie that binds (6/23/15)

chords (6/23/16)

catie what is wrong with you

And finally, the anniversary fic for 2017: peace

The rain pattered softly against the metal roof of the bus shelter, the sound muted and ethereal. 

Gotou lifted his head and stared at the roof, his brow furrowed in confusion, and then looked down to the phone in his hand. Its screen was active, lit with recent notifications that he had been scrolling mindlessly through, thumb on the screen. He was struck suddenly by the fact that this was a dream, because the phone in his hand was not the flip phone he once had, it was the smart phone he’d had for a couple of years now.

He hadn’t dreamed of this, of Her, in a very long time.

The rain continued, one of the soft sounds of early autumn; the air warm and humid but the precipitation cool. He could sense her sitting beside him, her umbrella had fallen so that it leaned against his knee but … this setting didn’t bring him the anxiety it once had. He knew the script down to his bones, had replayed it countless times over the years. He would nudge the umbrella so that it slid and bumped into her knee, she would scold him and laugh; the bus would finally arrive and it would all End.

When he glanced to his side to look at her, she wasn’t there.

It started to rain harder.

Masayoshi was sleeping face first into the pillow, and when Gotou shook his shoulder to wake him the pillow stuck to his face for a split second when he raised his head.”You turned off the alarm again,” Gotou said, and Masayoshi rubbed his eyes blearily and shifted over, sitting up in the bed with crossed legs and scrubbing his hand over his face, stifling a yawn. “Also, you are really attractive in the morning, ‘yoshi.”

“Your bedhead is super cute,” Masayoshi muttered and scratched his stomach.

“I don’t drool in my sleep.”

Masayoshi squinted at the window beside the bed, where dawn had long since broken. He yawned again. “I really turned it off? Again?” He kept scratching his stomach. “I don’t remember doing that.”

“You are rapidly losing electronics in the bed privileges,” Gotou tossed Masayoshi his phone from where Gotou had set it on the dresser, before stepping back into the hallway, rubbing his face with the towel around his neck.

Masayoshi was still sitting in the bed cross-legged when Gotou returned from the bathroom. “Are you actually planning on getting up today?”

Masayoshi waved his hand at Gotou. “Look, look, we made the news!”

Gotou hesitated in front of the closet, rewinding the last week in his head looking for something that would be newsworthy. Not finding anything alarmed him all the more. “Why did we make the news, Masayoshi? What did you do?”

Masayoshi looked up at him, insulted. “Why do you assume I did something?”

“Because I know I didn’t, and you’re the celebrity.”

“That still doesn’t mean I did anything!”

“Masayoshi.”

“Hidenori.” Masayoshi parroted back the same tone of voice at him, but held out his phone so that Gotou could look at the article in question. It wasn’t anything as scandalous as Gotou feared, just a small blurb about notable anniversaries and the date marking the World President’s nuptials. Gotou was both relieved and mildly insulted that the picture in the article simply listed ‘World President Hazama Masayoshi and groom.’

Gotou handed him back his phone. “So what do you want to do for your anniversary, World President Hazama Masayoshi?”

Masayoshi, whose hair was still stuck up in all directions, scrunched up his face and said, “I want pancakes.” Then he smacked his hands on his bare legs. “And it’s your anniversary too, Ha-za-ma Hi-de-no-ri.” He took care to enunciate each syllable clearly, as if Gotou hadn’t long since gotten used to his new family name. “What do you want?”

Gotou kissed the top of Masayoshi’s head. “For you to be happy,” he said.

“Oh, that’s not fair,” Masayoshi said as Gotou headed out of the room, now dressed. “Why do you get to be all cool and romantic? I want a redo.”

“Then do something romantic for me after work,” Gotou called, heading for the kitchen to retrieve his lunch bento. “I’ll see you tonight, Masayoshi, stay out of trouble!”

It struck him maybe two hours into his shift that leaving Masayoshi with those instructions was perhaps not the best plan of action he’d ever had. Gotou tried not to envision what sort of chaos might greet him when he finally got off his shift because that was the quickest way to drive himself absolutely crazy. Instead, he funneled as much of his attention as he could into the ever-increasing pile of paperwork on his desk.

“I don’t remember Totsuka ever having this much paperwork,” Gotou muttered, taking a moment to scratch his cheek with his pen. “Why isn’t this digital? It would make more sense for this stuff to be digital.”

His fellow officer was on door duty while Gotou worked on paperwork. “Do your work, Hazama-senpai,” he scolded, and then glanced back into the office with a wicked grin. Gotou scowled at him and the officer returned his attention to his post. There was no one else in the police box today for Gotou to grumble at over how he got no respect from the junior officers; or at least this one junior officer in particular, Nick-kun. With a sigh, Gotou returned to his paperwork.

Masayoshi, lucky him, had the day off. He had been busy for almost two weeks, away filming once again. He had fretted that the shoot would run over and it would be the first year that they would be apart on their anniversary and Gotou had to reassure him on three separate occasions that it was okay, really Masayoshi, I promise; and still Masayoshi had pulled out all the stops to get things done in time and had only arrived home early yesterday morning bronzed gold by the summer sun.

Gotou smiled, chin in his hand as he stared down at the paperwork in front of him without seeing it. He could almost smell the ocean air in Masayoshi’s hair; the sea breeze trapped in his golden curls.

The day trudged on. It was quiet, not that that was unusual. Gotou did a patrol on foot, stopping to help some tourists and sneaking in a quick cigarette where Nick couldn’t see and rat him out to his husband. When he returned he stood outside, under the shaded awning of the police box and thought, three years.

As he suspected, Masayoshi was unable to keep himself occupied for the entire day. By mid-afternoon he made his presence known, delighting a handful of celebrity stalkers who hung around the police box occasionally in the hopes of glimpsing Samurai Flamenco himself. Gotou looked up when he saw a few people run by the door with their phones out and he sighed, hurriedly finishing up the vandalism report on some graffiti he’d found while on patrol.

Gotou gave Masayoshi twenty minutes with his fans, signing autographs and taking pictures before he rescued him. Gotou gave the growing crowd a stern look and about half of them dispersed without any question; the other half knew that Gotou was The Husband and whipped out their phones again to take his picture, too. “What are you doing here?” Gotou asked, grabbing Masayoshi by the hand and pulling him away from the cluster of people.

“I was bored,” Masayoshi said, letting himself be led away.

“There’s three weeks of sentai on the DVR and you’re bored?” No one followed them into the police box, and Nick planted himself dutifully outside the door, allowing them a brief moment of privacy.

“I wanted to surprise you,” Masayoshi muttered, and then flipped open the cover of his satchel. Gotou seated himself back at his desk and looked up when Masayoshi thrust something triumphantly in his face.

Flowers.

Gotou stared at the small bouquet, blinking. Then he looked at Masayoshi beaming happily happily and sighed out an amused noise. “You bought me flowers?” he said. After a moment of suspicion, he added, “there aren’t toku figures hidden inside, are there?”

“No! Why would there be, that’s really strange.” Masayoshi wrinkled his nose. “I just wanted to do something romantic,” he continued, blushing just slightly. “I thought they were pretty! Don’t you think so?” He wiggled the bouquet in front of Gotou.

Flowers had never really been his thing, but it was romantic so Masayoshi definitely got points for that. Gotou took the bouquet in one hand and captured Masayoshi’s wrist with the other, pulling him down so that he could deliver a brief kiss. “Thank you, Masayoshi. They are pretty.” He frowned then, and looked at the bundle. “I don’t know where I can put them, though. I’m certain we don’t have anything appropriate here.”

“I can take them home,” Masayoshi said cheerfully.

Gotou stared at him. “You came all this way and brought me flowers only to take them home again.”

“Yep!”

He put his elbow on the desk and his chin in his hand, attempting to hide his exasperated amusement. “You’re an idiot, ‘yoshi.”

Masayoshi picked up the bouquet from where Gotou had laid it on the desk and swatted him with it. “Don’t call me an idiot, you’re the idiot who married me!”

“And I regret it every day,” Gotou said. He glanced up at the silence that caused, and realized that Masayoshi was staring at him with wide, hurt eyes. Oh.

Shit.

“Do you really?” he said softly.

“What? No I don’t, of course I don’t.” Gotou swiveled in his chair and put his hand on the desk, intending to stand up but Masayoshi took a step back, away from him. “Masayoshi, I love you. That was a stupid thing for me to say, I was just being flippant.”

“Yeah, okay.” Masayoshi said but Gotou could tell it wasn’t by his flat tone of voice. “I’ll see you at home, Gotou-san.”

Gotou stood up but Masayoshi stalked stiffly out the door. Nick did a double-take as he walked past, and then immediately turned on his heel and came back into the police box. “What did you do?” he said in an accusatory manner.

The conversation had left a pit in the bottom of Gotou’s stomach. Masayoshi hadn’t called him ‘Gotou-san’ in years.”

He sat down heavily at his desk. “I fucked up,” Gotou said, and didn’t reach for his phone.

The lights were on when Gotou got home, and he carefully took his shoes off in the genkan. “I’m home,” he called with some apprehension, and stepped up into the apartment.

There wasn’t an immediate response, and the pit that had been slowly replacing his stomach widened into a vast fracture. “Masayoshi?”

“Sorry,” Masayoshi called from the kitchen, and it sounded like his mouth was full. “Welcome home!”

Gotou stuck his fingers into the knot of his tie to loosen it and chose the kitchen over the bedroom and getting changed. Masayoshi was indeed in the kitchen, wearing an apron and sampling something from a pot on the stove. “I’m back,” Gotou said again, hovering in the doorway and uncertain if he was welcome to enter.

“Welcome home,” Masayoshi repeated, and he sounded normal. He held out the spoon in his hand to Gotou, and there was red sauce on it. “Does this taste right to you?”

“What did you put in it?” Gotou stepped into the kitchen and took the spoon to sample the sauce. He had been working very hard on expanding Masayoshi’s palette beyond curry and now they only had curry maybe twice a week, instead of twice a day. Progress.

“I followed the recipe,” Masayoshi was squinting at his phone. “I dunno. What do you think?”

“I think it tastes fine,” Gotou said, returning the spoon. “You are a much better cook than you used to be, even if you still burn the chicken.”

Masayoshi made a noise of assent, distracted still by his phone. Gotou felt that twinge in his stomach again and caught Masayoshi by the waist. Masayoshi looked at him, clearly a little confused. “I’m sorry about before,” Gotou said. “You’re right to be angry at me, it was a really stupid thing to say. I don’t regret anything about us.”

“I know,” Masayoshi said confidently, and pinched Gotou’s face.

“Ow!”

“You’re an asshole sometimes, Hidenori,” Masayoshi said, and turned back to the pot. “Get out of your uniform before I’m tempted to splash sauce on it, dinner’s almost ready.”

They ate dinner in the small dining area with the television still turned off. Gotou sulked a little guiltily, but Masayoshi made up for it by sharing a whole host of production photos he had taken during the shoot; including some of a new character being introduced in this film. “I can’t upload these anywhere yet,” he told Gotou. “But I can show you!”

“You’re probably violating your NDA,” Gotou said, squinting at Masayoshi’s phone anyway because he was curious. “Mr. Plays-by-the-Rules.”

Masayoshi squawked and yanked the phone back and Gotou laughed, the strange undercurrent of tension fading into the background noise of their regular chatter.

The flowers that Masayoshi had bought were sitting in a glass in the sink. Gotou frowned at them, setting his dishes on the counter beside it. “Why do you have the flowers in a water glass? And why is it in the sink?”

Masayoshi peered over his shoulder. “I feel like they’re gonna fall over. I thought It was safer.”

They were tilting perilously to one side. Gotou started opening cabinets, but he was fairly certain that they didn’t own anything resembling a vase. He didn’t even know where to go to buy one. “Text Mizuki, or I bet Moe has a spare vase kicking around somewhere or they know where we can get one.”

Masayoshi dutifully pulled out his phone. “We can probably get one at the flower shop,” he said, but then he hesitated and a strange look crossed his face. Without a word he turned on his heel and hurried out of the kitchen. Gotou was still crouched in front of an open cabinet that was used as extraneous storage, he looked up and frowned and then got up and followed him.

He made a beeline for the spare room’s closet. “I remembered!” Masayoshi said, and opened the closet door, shifting around some brown boxes that were still taped shut from their move.

“What did you remember?” Gotou asked in amusement.

Masayoshi selected one of the boxes and opened it, rooting around for a moment before producing a white, semi-translucent vase. “I knew it!” He thrust it out at Gotou. “From the wedding reception! I knew we kept one!”

There was no way that Gotou could remember even half of the decorations at the reception if he tried. There had been so much going on that most of the memory was a colorful blur; but the vase did look vaguely familiar. “Huh,” he said, and took it from Masayoshi. It was simple work to trim the stems and he set the flowers on the dining room table in their new holder while Masayoshi finished cleaning up dinner.

They settled in on the couch to watch one of Masayoshi’s shows. “Three years,” Gotou said as Masayoshi snuggled in next to him. “Can you believe it?”

“Well, yeah,” Masayoshi said. “I mean, it was ‘till death do us part,’ right? You weren’t planning on dying, were you?” Masayoshi pushed upright and smacked Gotou in the side. “You are not allowed to die, Hidenori! If you died I’d have to avenge you!”

“Wouldn’t that little shit love that,” Gotou muttered, and Masayoshi smacked him again. “Hey, ow!” He rubbed his shoulder. “And why do you think my death would need avenging? What if I fell off a ladder or something, would you fight the ladder?”

Masayoshi said, eyes wide, “you can die from falling off a ladder?”

“If you land on your head wrong you can die from just about anything,” Gotou said. “You’re twenty-three are you seriously telling me you don’t know that? How many head injuries have you had?”

“Lost count,” Masayoshi said. “And I did know that! I just … didn’t think of the ladder thing.” He scooted very close on the couch, squinting at Gotou. “Stay off ladders.”

“I will,” Gotou snorted, then snaked his arm over Masayoshi’s shoulders and pulled him close. “I love you so much,” he said into the side of Masayoshi’s head, and Masayoshi laughed and twisted and kissed him.

Gotou sighed and sat back, holding his phone in one hand. The rain’s patter was annoying now, constant above his head. He glanced down at his phone again, and then to his side. The umbrella still leaned against his knee. There was no other knee to nudge it into.

The old bus shelter was unchanging.

Gotou realized, suddenly, that he wasn’t in his school uniform. He looked down at himself, at the familiar worn blue hooded sweatshirt, and then to the umbrella. Finally, he looked over to his other side, where Masayoshi sat, his own phone out and kicking his foot against the ground. He brightened when he realized that Gotou was looking over at him, and he smiled.

Gotou smiled back.

“Let’s go home,” Masayoshi said as the drizzle slowed, and the rain finally began to clear.

[prophetparadox]

Birds of a Feather Chapter 2: Thinking of You (A Prompto x OC Soulmate AU)

Chapter 1 <-/AO3/-> Chapter 3

Word Count: 1,749

All aboard the angst train! First stop: the Fall of Insomnia! But don’t worry, the next chapter will finally get these two interacting with each other and then the fun can begin! All the cute, dorky, obliviousness fun shall be had. But don’t think we’re off the angst train yet because there’s more in store. Oh yeah, since I forgot to mention it last time I might as well do it now. Katia’s name translates to “Pure Iron”. Just a fun fact for you all!

As always, tagging @themissimmortal, @blindbae, @cupnoodle-queen, @nifwrites, @mini-moogle-queen, and @takuahijackedthetardis. And as always, if you want to be tagged when this story updates just let me know and I’ll do so!

"Hey Noct, do we have any cash we can spare?" Prompto asked, standing by the small store in Galdin Quay. The group of four had recently arrived after a long drive and the photographer had practically ran over to the shop, looking over all the things he could find.

"I think we got some leftover gil from the recent hunts, why?" Noctis asked.

Prompto turned away from the store, a sheepish smile on his face. "Well, I've been thinking about what you said yesterday, about how Kat would've wanted to come with us," he started. "And I thought it wasn't fair, you know? So I figured I'd pick up some souvenirs and stuff so she didn't feel left out. Nothing expensive, just a little something to show that we thought about her."

Noctis' all-knowing smirk returned. "You mean to show that you cared, right?" he asked.

"Shut up, she's your friend too, you know." Prompto said.

Noctis walked over to the store, looking at the various trinkets for sale. "So what were you planning on getting her?"

Prompto scanned everything, thinking of what she'd like. "Ooo, how about this?" He picked up a bracelet that had small purple flowers in-between the wooden beads. "It's only 400 gil."

"You sure she'd like that? I don't recall Katia being the kind of person who wears jewelry." Noctis said.

Prompto scoffed. "I think I know her well enough to figure out what kind of gift she'd like," he said. "And this baby is perfect for her, I just know it. She'd think it's great!"

"If you say so," Noctis said. "We should have enough for it. Just don't tell Ignis or he might lecture you on spending habits or something." He handed the gil over to Prompto, who purchased the bracelet and happily put it in his pocket. The thought of giving the gift to Katia brought a smile to his face. Surely she'd be thankful for it, he could already see the smile on her face.

As they stepped away from the store, his happy thoughts were interrupted by another strange pain in his right shoulder. Just what was his soulmate doing to get hurt this often, and why was it only happening now? He'd never felt these pains before. Whoever they were, he just hoped they weren't in too much danger.

"Soulmate bond again?" Noctis asked, seeing his best friend clutch his shoulder.

Prompto nodded his head and let out a sigh. "How can other people deal with this, Noct? It was bad enough when I'd feel the headaches, but now it's like they're getting hurt every two hours!"

Noctis shrugged his shoulders. "I wouldn't really know. I don't experience those pains like you and Ignis do."

"I just wish they weren't getting so banged up, they know I feel that stuff too, right?"

"I'm sure she does, remember that you're not one to talk here."

Prompto was about to retort when he noticed something peculiar in his words. "Wait, she? What makes you so sure they're a girl?"

"Princely intuition?" Noctis joked. "I just got a good feeling is all."

"Suuuuure you do," Prompto said, unconvinced as he rolled his eyes. Sometimes Noctis would just act so strangely. "Let's just get on that boat to Altissia, Gladio and Ignis are probably waiting for us."

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"Augh, my shoulder's killing me. Guess a good night's rest wasn't the cure for that one. I'll pick up some potions before I go." Katia spoke to herself as she sat in the caravan. It had been a few days since she'd started hunting, and already she felt like she was getting the hang of it. Sure, she still got banged up every now and then, but she couldn't be perfect at fighting creatures she'd never faced before. And the recent phantom pains from her soulmate bond didn't help much either. Thankfully, she'd managed to gather up a good amount of gil and could stay just about anywhere.

She was currently in the region of Duscae, Liede had just gotten too bland for her and she needed a change of scenery. She was lucky she'd found a driver yesterday before it got dark. All she could do now was wait to hear back from the guys so she could make her way to Altissia. Surely they'd make it there soon. And if nothing else, there was a chocobo ranch not too far from the outpost that she could waste some time at. But for now, she needed to get something to eat. "Alright, time for some breakfast!" She pumped her fist in the air, ready to start her day off right.

She stepped out only to be greeted by rain. Just what she wanted to deal with. Hopefully it'd pass soon, hunting in the rain did not sound like a good way to spend her day. As she made her way towards the Crow's Nest, she saw a gathering of people by the store, their faces flooded with shock. Did something happen? Curious, she walked over to where they stood, finding that everyone was holding a newspaper. Before she could ask anything, she heard the murmurs of two women.

"Is this real? Did the Empire really do such a thing?"

"It has to be real, it's right here in the paper!"

"I know but, this just seems unreal. I mean, there was supposed to be a peace treaty."

"Just goes to show that you can't trust Niffs."

"I just hope the prince is alright."

"I doubt it. With Insomnia fallen, I'm sure his death will be reported at any moment."

Katia's heart nearly stopped. Insomnia had fallen? Her home was gone? No, it couldn't be! She grabbed the first paper she could get her hands on, reading the front page article over and over again in the hopes that it was wrong. But every time she read it, she just saw the same thing.

Niflheim attacked Insomnia. King Regis was dead. Insomnia had definitely fallen.

Panic set through her, any thoughts of food forgotten. What happened to her friends and family? She ran back inside the caravan, pulling her phone out of her pocket and dialing the first number she thought of: her father.

She waited and waited as the phone rang, begging to the Astrals that her assumption was wrong and that her only family was okay. It went to voicemail with no answer. Katia wasn't about to give up though. Maybe he just couldn't hear his phone or was busy somehow, yeah, that had to be it. But as much as she tried to reassure herself, the anxiety got stronger as the tears started to slip down her face. Over and over again it went to voicemail. She even tried dialing the number herself just to be absolutely certain it was the right one. After seven tries, she gave up. He wasn't going to answer. He would never answer.

She hit her hand against the table in frustration and sadness. "Six, why?" she muttered, trying to hold back the sobs that desperately tried to escape her throat.

Her thoughts then headed to Noctis and the others. Prompto had told her they were leaving the city a few days ago, but she hadn't heard anything from him since then. It couldn't be that they were... Fear coursing through her veins and one last hope in her heart, she frantically dialed Prompto's number. There's no way she could just text him at a time like this. But to her dismay, all she got was a busy signal.

Katia tried to reassure herself, the phone was just busy, it wasn't like he was dead. She'd just have to wait and try again. But then she switched to the radio. "Moreover, in the wake of the news of King Regis' death, we've now received word that Crown Prince Noctis and the Oracle Lunafreya have also been pronounced dead."

No. No, that couldn't be true. If Noctis was dead than what about the others? What about Prompto?

Unable to hold back any longer, she shut off her phone and fell onto the bed, letting her tears fall freely and her sobs escape into the sheets. This wasn't happening, this couldn't be real! Her entire world couldn't possibly be crashing down on her like this! Her family dead, her best friends pronounced dead, her home gone. What would she do with her life? Where could she go? Was anyone she knew alive? Forget going to Altissia, there'd be no one there waiting for her. All she wanted was to believe the reports weren't true, but there was no way she could prove it for herself. She stupidly never had Noct's number, she'd always thought if she needed to talk to him she could just get a hold of Prompto.

Prompto...

Her hysterical state of mind pushed out all rational thoughts concerning his well being. If Noct was dead, then he would be too, right? It's the only thing that made sense in her anxiety-filled state. She didn't even want to believe that he was dead, but no solace could come to her.

As her thoughts kept turning to the worse, she felt her wrist get warm. Confused, she tried to stop crying as she took the wristband off and stared at the chocobo feather. She didn't understand, why did it feel so warm all of a sudden? It wasn't like the usual warmth either, it felt intense, like it was trying to tell her something. She touched the mark, hoping to understand why this was happening, but nothing seemed to change. But doing so seemed to put hope back in her heart. "Prom's alive..." she whispered to herself, the idea set in her heart and refusing to leave. Her heart just kept beating, filling her with the assurance that Prompto must be alive.

But why did she feel this way suddenly? Was it the mark? None of this made any sense. The thought that he was alive definitely made her feel better, helped her calm down a bit, and even gave her hope that Noctis and the others were alive too. The thought was the only thing she could hold on to at the moment, so she grasped it even if it was just some kind of foolish optimism trying to keep her going. She was probably wrong, but she just didn't want to believe it. She looked outside, the rain still falling on Eos.

"Prom, please be okay..."

[protectmarkjin]

ya girl has had a markjin fic idea from this mv and mark saving jinyoung’s life and declaring they r The Ship and it’s like a groundhog day au where mark keeps trying to save jinyoung

ok so basically it’s like a groundhog day situation where mark just has a rlly boring life where nothing happens and then one day he wakes up one morning and goes to get his regular coffee at the shop right next to his apartment and sees this rlly cute guy picking up his drink and he smiles his eyesmile at the barista and then makes eye contact w mark and mark’s heart does a lil race he feels some like weird electricity between them and the guy looks at him a lil shocked but the guy gets in his car and leaves so mark thinks whatever and he goes to work and whilst working at his desk he gets a note saying “river bridge. 6:30pm. save him” and mark is like wtf and ignores it but then as he’s like driving home from work he always crosses a bridge over a river its 6:30pm, its raining hard and very dark due to the winter season and he sees a car swerve off of the road and go straight off the bridge into the water. he breaks and runs over to the barrier and looks down having no idea what to do and tries to stop other drivers for help or call an ambulance or smth but nothing is working and the car is sinking and then mark blacks out and wakes up in his bed. he scratches his eyes and thinks mayb he got home and went to sleep and dreamt the whole thing but then he looks at his phone and the date is the same date as yesterday and he’s like.. what.. the hell and he runs out confused in his pyjamas like what?? is happening?? and runs straight into the guy from the coffee shop yesterday who holds him by the arms and looks at him concerned and is like “hey, are you okay? do you need any help?” and mark takes a deep breath and feels himself calming just from this guy touching him and he’s like “no i was just... flustered that’s all, thank you” and the guy says “oh.. okay.. i’m just going to get coffee on my way to work, i could get you a hot drink too?? maybe it would help settle you??” and mark can’t say no those kind eyes so he quickly gets changed and goes to the same coffee shop as yesterday w the guy from yesterday, they chat for a bit and exchange names “i’m mark, by the way. hopefully you aren’t calling me ‘strange pyjamas guy’“ “actually i was calling you ‘cute brunette’ but mark works too. i’m jinyoung” and they just click they bond over the same things it’s amazing in a weird way how in sync they are but then jinyoung has to go to work and says goodbye and mark takes a deep breath and just goes to work and everything is like normal he thinks mayb yknow he got the date wrong yesterday or smth but then he’s driving home again and its 6:30pm and almost like a horror movie repeat he watches the same car crash into the bridge barriers and fall over into the water. for a moment, mark just sits in his car, not moving, barely breathing, he can hear his heart in his ears before suddenly becoming animated and bursting out of his car, rushing over to the bridge barrier. the car is slowly becoming submerged in the water and there’s no sign of the driver and mark tries to stop cars again or call for help but again nothing is working and he rlly thinks he’s in 1 of his nightmares and then he blacks out again, waking back up in his bed. shaking, mark looks over at his phone and it’s still the same date. he curls into a ball and sheds a few tears bc he has no idea why this is happening or how to stop it before he realises that obviously he’s missing something important, something that will help snap him out of this cycle. so like any other day, he gets ready for work and goes to get his coffee. absorbed in his own thoughts in the queue for his coffee, he doesn’t realise he bumps into jinyoung and “oh! sorry jinyoung, i was a bit lost in thought”. jinyoung looks at him strangely and there’s an awkward silence before he asks “sorry... do i know you?” and mark’s stomach drops. of course jinyoung doesn’t know him, this is a new day, they technically hadn’t met before this so mark chuckles nervously and comes up with an excuse of “friend of a friend, sorry” and jinyoung smiles politely before leaving the shop. mark tries to work out a plan of what to do whilst at his work desk before he notices the crumpled up note he’d received two days ago. “river bridge. 6:30pm. save him”. it had to be related to the car he keeps seeing crash off the bridge and mark resolves himself to try and stop this car and break the cycle. he manages to get out of work fifteen minutes earlier and heads to the bridge, pulling up just around the part where he remembers the car falling from the bridge and waits. 6:30pm comes around and he sees the car coming towards him and knows that the driver can obviously see him so will break. but then he notices the driver is hydroplaning in the heavy showers and has complete lack of control of the car and it looks like their brakes aren’t working, veering off the road towards the barrier. towards mark. mark has a second to breathe in before the car hits his and the both of them fall off the bridge into the river. the water fills the car and mark tries to smash the window but can’t get out, can barely breathe before black. and back in his bed. mark sighs and rubs his eyes, feeling the aftershock of... dying, he just technically died. heart racing, mark runs to open the window and gulp in some air when he sees jinyoung walking outside his apartment complex towards the coffee shop next door and realises that’s how they ran into each other that day when mark was in his pyjamas. in that moment, mark wanted to seek comfort from the one person he felt safe with in this terrifying mess and he quickly threw tidy clothes on before running out of his complex. he couldn’t act like a creep and know jinyoung’s name again so he just shouted “hey!” like an idiot. jinyoung turned around w a confused look and mark almost facepalmed himself like who calls out to complete strangers?? but jinyoung replies “hi?” and mark sees it as an opening so he approaches him and asks “i’m actually looking for a great coffee shop, need my morning fix, do you recommend anywhere?” and jinyoung says “i know just the place!” with a bright grin and mark rlly can’t get over how beautiful he is. they both go to the same coffee shop mark is very familiar with and get 2 coffees, sitting together. again, they just click straight away and it feels as if mark is talking to another part of himself, a reflection, like, even tho it sounds cheesy, a part of his soul had been split and was in another person. with a jolt, mark realises he could fall in love with jinyoung right there and then. this could be the start of their story if he wasn’t stuck in this god awful cycle. mark asks to swap numbers and jinyoung blushes and agrees before getting up bc he has to get to work. jinyoung makes a comment about how his “piece of scrap car” is giving him hell of a time and is practically falling apart and “even the boot won’t close properly” and mark asks “do you need me to look at anything?” and jinyoung takes up the offer so they both walk to the car park together. jinyoung pulls out his keys and unlocks the car and mark hears the beep and notices the car and it’s... the car. the car from the bridge. the exact same make, colour, even the plate is 100% the same. mark stops in his tracks and stares, unable to take a breath in. jinyoung steps into his view and asks him if he’s ok and mark snaps out of his stupor, gripping jinyoung by his upper arms and begging “jinyoung, you can’t get in your car, it’s not safe, i’m serious, please find any other way to get to work, i’ll drive you, anything” and jinyoung stares in shock before laughing mark off and cupping mark’s hands in his “i’m flattered that you care, really, but you don’t have to worry, this car has been thru worse days and will get me to work just fine” and jinyoung lets mark’s hands go, mark’s arms flopping to his sides, all the blood leaving his body as jinyoung waves goodbye and gets in the car he knows is going to crash off of a bridge at 6:30pm that night. staring at the ground, a cold resolve cemented itself in mark’s stomach and he decided that he would do whatever he fucking could to stop that car and save jinyoung. the day came and went and suddenly mark found himself back in his car driving across the bridge. through the intensely heavy rain, mark finally saw jinyoung’s car swerving thru the water on the road and, unable to break or control the car, jinyoung careered off towards the bridge barrier. there was nothing he could do to stop jinyoung’s car and it disappeared over the bridge, the massive splash echoing in mark’s ears. in a split second, mark made a decision and dived out of his car, screeching to a stop at the edge of a bridge. he could feel some sort of bond, a tie between jinyoung and himself that was tugging painfully the more he just stood there and so, knowing in his heart what he had to do. he jumped. landing in the water, mark flustered around for a few confused seconds before locking onto jinyoung’s car that was slowly sinking and swimming towards it. he pulled himself along the side of the car before reaching the driver’s window, banging against it with all his might. a panicked jinyoung turned and looked at him, eyes bulging at the guy from the coffee shop earlier in the day. mark tried to yank the car door open or smash the window but to no avail. he couldn’t reach jinyoung. time sluggishly passed and mark could do nothing but sink with jinyoung and the car before blacking out. he woke in his bed with a start and realised he’d failed. but he knew he would keep trying. he couldn’t lose jinyoung, he felt it, deep within his chest, that his world would not be the same without this bright eyed smiling angel. for days, he made sure to meet jinyoung in the morning and absorb as much treasured time with him as he could in the coffee shop and then, at 6:30pm, like clockwork. he tried to save jinyoung’s life. after 10 tries, 10 6:30pms, 10 times of watching jinyoung disappear in the water and feeling his heart shatter, a lightbulb goes off and mark remembers jinyoung saying how the boot won’t close properly. he swims around and pulls the boot up with all of his might, finally getting a way into the car. he scrambles towards jinyoung, tugging at his belt that just won’t come loose and no, he can’t fail now, he’s finally in the car!!! but jinyoung stops his frantic hands and instead, holds them against his cheeks and closes his eyes and mark screams in the water but no sound comes out and black. he’s back in his bed. silently, mark gets up and goes downstairs, grabbing a pocket knife he’d kept in the drawer before heading to work. 6:30pm comes and jinyoung’s car crashes but mark is ready. he dives in, just like so many times before, and wrenches the boot open, swimming in towards jinyoung. taking out his pocket knife, he cuts with all his strength through the belt and frees jinyoung. he accidentally lets out so much air from relief and feels his vision go dizzy but uses all his concentration and might to push jinyoung out of the car through the boot. jinyoung turns around, hand outstretched to mark... and the boot slams shut, mark still in the car. jinyoung screams, bubbles of air bursting out from him as he pounds his fists against the back window, trying with everything he has to reach the man who saved his life but he couldn’t, the boot had locked itself in place after months of being broken and mark was trapped. mark rested his hand against the glass of the back window and jinyoung could see it in his eyes. go, go up to the surface and breathe, breathe for me. jinyoung refused, shaking his head profusely and placing his hand on the glass over mark’s. i can’t leave you. but mark pleaded with his eyes and jinyoung knew what he meant. it’s okay, this is meant to happen. and i will find you. i will always find you. with almost a sob, jinyoung shoots up to the top, swimming with all his might before breaking the surface and gasping, unable to stop the sobs breaking from within him. mark closes his eyes, resting his head against the glass and smiles.

black.

morning. the same day? no... the next day. mark breathes. in and out. he’s here. he’s alive. he jumps from his bed, barely throwing on proper clothing before sprinting down the stairs and bursting out into the street and heading into the coffee shop. he pants, eyes scanning the crowd.

“excuse me?” a voice from behind him says. “are you in the queue?”

mark turns. and their story begins.

[elliotthezubat]

DEATH CITY DAYS CHAPTER 82

prison break party, hans’ backstory, and fishing trips

and a new family is formed in the face of tragedy

naoya: jeez, chuuya, you look like a wreck. Chuuya: "Just...stressed." naoya:....yesterday was hard for you, huh? Chuuya: "Y-Yeah..." naoya: hmm... Chuuya: "I'm grateful Kajii is willing to teach Sonia...but I worry about keeping her here." naoya: ..... Chuuya: "...I feel like I'm screwing it all up." naoya: *listening* Chuuya: "First Rain...now our entire organization...This is a mess." naoya:....*pap pap* Chuuya: "What am I going to do..." -elsewhere- Rin: "..." kyouko: *knocks* hey rin? i brought snacks. Rin: "Oh...Th-Thanks..." kyouko:...you ok? Rin: "Just...thinking after this mission...Sorry. Lost in thought." kyouko:....*pats his back* Rin: "...Parents are weird..." kyouko:........*looks at her hand* .... Rin: "...S-Sorry..." kyouko: *sigh*....well, its almost dinner time. wanna help? Rin: "Totally..." *gets up* -elsewhere- Jun: *thumbing through papers* tsurugi: *whiiine* im so booooored. Jun: "Try reading a book?" tsurugi: oh jun, you _know_ i dont know how to _read_! Jun: "...Never too late to learn. Want to try?" tsurugi: pass thanks. mafura: mafura wants to! Jun: ^^ "Okay..." *holds up a children's picture book* "We'll start with this." mafura: yay! -elsewhere- Emine: *shivers* setsuna: *hums and strokes his head* Emine: "Th-Thanks..." setsuna: any time, son. ^^ Emine: =\\\\\= "That's still kind of embarrassing..." -elsewhere- zoey: how cute~ -Q and elizaveta enjoying a tea party- Gogol: OwO lydia: <at least they're entertained.> Gogol: <Is it even real tea, though?> -elsewhere- Jeje: *stocking shelves* metsu: *setting up the storefront with new decorations* Jeje: *looks* "Looks good." metsu: thank you. ^^ Jeje: "I take it the others are just lazying about again?" -elsewhere- Paku: *blubbering* "And I missed you so much!!!" izumo: ....*hug* m-missed you too. *wipes eyes* Paku: *hug, pat pat* "I'm glad you're back..." izumo: *sniff* Paku: *pulls back* "...I'm sorry..." izumo: .....am i a shitty daughter? i could have done something to- Paku: "It's...not up to you. You did what you could...and your mother did what she could." izumo:....at least tsukumo is alright. Paku: "Yeah...but where?" izumo:.....*looks at the key* Paku: "When do you think you'll return to classes?" izumo: about a week... Paku: *nods* "Well, if I can help bring anything from school to you..." izumo:...i-i'd appreciate that. Paku: *smiles, nods* "Okay..." *pats her hand* -elsewhere- Kid: "Father, I got the new reports ready to summarize." lord death: good to know, son. ^^ Kid: "After what happened with Stocking's mission, have you spoken with Mephisto?" lord death: indeed. (and made sure to give him a proper scolding to boot!) Kid: "Hmm...I hope the Illuminati can be located. Have you sent anyone out to investigate?" lord death: *he nods* Kid: "Good...I wanted to check on my next mission." -morning- Shima: "..." *yawns* pazuzu: wakey wakey~<3 hehe~ Shima: *groans* "Five more minutes..." pazuzu: hmmm. *cheek smooch* Shima: ._______.;;;;;;; pazuzu: 7w7 Shima: "What the ever loving hell are you doing?" pazuzu: waking you up, duh~! Shima: .________. "...I'm awake. Thank you. Please leave." pazuzu: aww, but i thought you'd be into having a cute girl waking you up~? -squish~- Shima: O\\\\\\\o "..." *screaming internally* ("I'M VERY CONFLICTED. I HAVE A MISSION. AND DEMON / HUMAN SEX IS NOT ANYTHING NEW--I'VE READ ENOUGH ABOUT IT--OH GOD STOP!") *pushes her away* pazuzu: *pouts* fine, be like that. meetings in a few hours. see you there~ Shima: "Y-Yeah...Give me a few minutes." *walks to the bathroom* -elsewhere- twain: *knocking* steeeeinbeeeeck! i got that thing i said i was gonna get you! Steinbeck: -_-# "..." *calls from inside* "Is it going to explode?" twain: i dont think so? it's not a bomb! im not stupid. >3< you're gonna love it, i promise! Steinbeck: "..." *unlocks five locks, opens the door just a crack* "...Acid?" twain: no drugs here. ???: hi jo- twain: SHHHH, not yet, man, wait for him to open the door! ???: oh. ok. *his voice is...familiar.* Steinbeck: "???" *opens the door* lovecraft: hi john. im here. twain: eh? eh?? OwO Steinbeck: "..." *glomp* lovecraft: *awkward tentacle hug* Steinbeck: "FINALLY! A NOT-LOONY PERSON!" YwY lovecraft: ? oscar: oh, good to see you again, howard~ ^^ lovecraft: ...hi? emily: twain, how did you- twain: i have my methods....also i didnt fill a frog's stomach with shotgun pellets. also i _said_ i was sorry for the last time! emily: ah.....wait what? Steinbeck: *still hugging Lovecraft* "We have so much to talk about! But you're probably hungry! Let's get you water..." lovecraft: yes please. Steinbeck: "Yay!" Hemingway: "..." *readies a harpoon* emily: ernest, no. Hemingway: "WE'D FEAST ON SQUID FOR YEARS!" emily: ERNEST PLEASE. lovecraft: *angry wiggly tentacles* Steinbeck: "Hemingway! Go clean the fish tank!" Hemingway: -3- "Fine..." -elsewhere- Driver: Q~Q "Please...I already took you here..." beatrice: .......very well. Driver: Q_____Q *unlocks the passenger door* "O-Okay?" beatrice: *takes her luggage and exits* Driver: *loud exhale...grabs for cigarettes...tries to light up* beatrice: *walks into the city* Bystander: "Hey, nice hair, lady!" beatrice: .... Bystander: "Got lost at cosplay maid restaurant?" beatrice: *ignoring them* Bystander: "How 'bout some service with a smile?" *brings a hand to her shoulder* -shiv- beatrice: *has stabbed them with a hidden blade in her sleeve* Bystander: ".. " *coughs up blood, collapses* beatrice:...*vanishes into an alley* -elsewhere- Hibana: *shivers* hanako: mommy? Hibana: "Y-Yes?" hanako: *hugs her leg* Hibana: "..." *smiles, pats her back* "Thank you..." -elsewhere- Spirit: *rolling out dough* "So, you got your textbooks?" izumi: mmhmm! Spirit: "Good!" *takes out cookie cutter* "You know I'll be helping in one of those classes, right?" -elsewhere- Haumea: -_-# "Stop that." Jonah: *holding an audio jack* "BUT I WANT SOME MUSIC!" Haumea: "And just where were you thinking of shoving that thing--up my nose?" Jonah: OwO;;; guruna: we thought it would be funny~ @w@ Haumea: "You know what else is funny?" *slaps her hands on their foreheads* -DOUBLE KO- guruna: kurururuuuu~@ Jonah: XwX *has visions of idol singers* "Thank you..." Haumea: -_-## kagu-tsuchi: ++_++; Haumea: *drags Jonah and Guruna* "Let's put these two to bed--then get back to work. I'm just about done tracking the radiowaves..." -elsewhere- Bon: "...F'ing Shima." stocking: you said it, bon. Bon: "Just...I can't believe this! I feel so stupid...I've known him all my life..." konekomaru: to think he would stab us in the back like this...i cant imagine how his family must be taking it... Bon: "...Yeah...They looked really heartbroken..." shiemi: i hope they're alright... stocking: im sure they will be. in time. Bon: "Until then, best we can do is look into where the Illuminati may be next..." -elsewhere- Alone: *carves another mark in the wall* "Loooooooong stay..." -outside- beatrice: *sneaking in* Guard: "?! Freeze!" *aims a gun* -shiv- beatrice: *injects the guard with venom* Guard: "GRRK!" *eyes get hazy* beatrice: now, go and unlock the cells. Guard: "..." *approaches computer console--and presses a button* -the doors open- grimoire: the hell? shaula:... !!!! OwO Alone: "Oh, hey--the door opened..." *pokes his head outside* erina: !!!! *runs to a cell..._his_ cell* -chaos erupts- Alone: "RIOT! RIOT! RI--" *chair thrown to his face* Fyodor: "???" <What on earth?> erina: *pant pant* t-the cells opened, i-i dont know how but...you should take the chance to- Fyodor: "...The chance...to what?" erina: *looking around* *whispers* to make a run for it. if you really are innocent then- Fyodor: "I am not leaving." erina: w-what? Fyodor: "I am under investigation, and intend to go through the courts. As well, I cannot leave when--" Prisoner #1: "Get the guard!" Prisoner #2: "Take her hostage!" erina: !!! *Someone grabs her wrist* erina: ??!! *Fyodor pulls her inside, standing in front of her and before the prisoners* erina: ah-! Prisoner #3: "?!!" Fyodor: "..." *whispers to her* "I cannot leave...when you are in danger." erina: ah....*blush* Prisoner #4: "Screw this!" *drops their table leg* "I'm not getting killed by that thing!" Fyodor: *narrows his eyes* Prisoner #5: "Let's just take another guard hostage..." erina: .... *The prisoners leave...Fyodor still stands in the doorway* Fyodor: *looks over his shoulder...* "Are you okay?" erina: .....i-i think so... Fyodor: *nods* "Good...I would never forgive myself if someone hurt you." erina:... .///. Fyodor: "...Erina..." erina: *looks at him, still blushing* Fyodor: "..." *leans down* erina: ah- *Smooch* erina: o/////////////////o Fyodor: "Mmm~" *pulls back...smiles* "You're so cute." erina: *still blushing, unable to say anything* Fyodor: "..." *takes her hand* "Stay here until the prison is back on lockdown. I'll protect you." erina:....o-ok... ./////////. Fyodor: *stands between her and the outside, blocking the doorway, his back to the hall* "..." *smiles at her* -elsewhere- Alone: *ripping at prison bars* "We'll beat down the walls!!!" beatrice: lady shaula! shaula: OwO *GLOMP* YAY! Alone: "??? ... D'awwwwwww!" >w< beatrice: we shall be leaving, now. grimoire: ... Alone: "TAKE US WITH YOU, MAID WOMAN!" shaula: these guys, they cool. oh, and bring drama boi with you Nals: *reading a soliloquy in the middle of the riot* "Ode to a flower--" grimoire: oh, for the love of- *drags him along* Nals: "Wait! My audience is enthralled!" Prisoner #6: "GIVE US HIS HEAD!" Nals: "See?! They love me! I am giving them culture--" grimoire: *unimpressed face* Alone: "So, Maid and Flowers, how we blowing this joint? Dynamite? Use a canoe to beat our way through meat-bodies in our path?" beatrice: we escape through underground... Alone: "Super! I'm good at digging!" *rips flooring up to expose earth* -elsewhere- Vulcan: *putting on a visor* "..." karin: whats that? Vulcan: "I fiddled with the Iron Owls to add something to help us with aerial views..." maki: neato Vulcan: "And with two, it'll record in 3D..." *hands a pair to Maki* maki: here's hoping i dont go blind! Vulcan: "Nah, you won't. I have it attached to my old RC car..." *holding a controller, starts moving the car forward* maki: ok. so far so good... ???: "What on earth is that?" *Takehisa is exiting the showers* maki: *SPITTAKE* Vulcan: ._________. ???: "IT'S A GREMLIN! KILL IT!" Takehisa: "Arthur, no." maki: oh shit. BAIL! BAIL! Arthur: *swings Excalibur--* Vulcan: "NOT MY RC CAR!" Takehisa: "Stop swinging your sword in the hall--" *grabs Arthur--and his towel falls* -elsewhere- Fitzgerald: "Who's hungry?" mary: *waves hand* ^u^ bram: no thanks. *urp* my stomach's disagreeing with me. again. Fitzgerald: "Oh no...Ginger ale, Bram?" bram: please do. Mr. Tsubaki: *rests his head in Bram's lap* Fitzgerald: *pouring ginger ale* "Perhaps another doctor's visit..." bram: most likely. though i'll probably be diagnosed with anemia for the hundredth time... Fitzgerald: "Let's manage the best we can with your condition..." bram: r-right. Fitzgerald: "Mary, you want some chicken tenders?" mary: YES PLEASE! Fitzgerald: "Very good!" *ordering over the phone* "...Yes...Yes. And fries. ...Yes, pizza, too." -elsewhere- lovecraft: so what are we doing exactly? Steinbeck: "Determining how to invest the treasure we collected." lovecraft: oh ok cool. emily: after that, we'll have to look into the guild's history, see if we can gather info on previous members. Steinbeck: *nods* "So part of the budget will be set aside for that--" *looks at the budget* "...Who wrote 'Bubble Cannon'?" twain: it wasnt me this time! Hemingway: *whistles innocently* Steinbeck: -_-# "In any case...Emily, who's the first to track?" -elsewhere- barkova: o^o~? Gogol: "What is it, girl?" barkova: *barking* yana:....hmm? well, lookie here. *checking twitter. there are reports of a riot in the prison* Gogol: "Wow...The one holding the boss?" yana: yeah...*checking radio* Ivan: OwO "IS HE GOING TO BREAK OUT?!" *The station comes on* -lacrimosa plays- yana: hmm... <not just yet. sorry.> Ivan: *his heart sinks* "..." lydia:...*pat on the back* <soon, vanya, soon. i hope.> Ivan: *sniff, wipes his nose* -elsewhere- Alone: "WOO!!!" shaula: FRESH FUCKING AIR! beatrice: now to return to salt lake city and nofix. grimoire: ??? Alone: "...Really?" shaula: yep. *looks at grimoire* he cool man, he cool. grimoire: your grammar doesnt have me convinced. Alone: "Have the maid say it--maybe there will be verbs in it." beatrice: he's....an interesting individual, so to speak.....if a bit shrewd. and by a bit i mean highly raunchy. Alone: "...He's hit on you, hasn't he?" beatrice:....*excalibur face* Alone: "..." *smiles at Grimoire* "See? She looks enthused!" grimoire: .... Nals: "Why is he called 'NoFix'?" shaula: that's-.......a good question actually. Alone: " 'Cause there's no fixin' him? He always seemed kind of weird during...um...moments." grimoire:....i have reasons to be concerned. Nals: "...I'm going to treat this as research for my next role." Alone: "Is sexy witch still there?" beatrice: if you mean kinuta, yes. Alone: "WE RIDE!" grimoire: -_-; -elsewhere- eruka: O-O;;;; Free: "??? What's up?" eruka: just felt a chill up my spine. milia: *hug* eruka: TTuTT thanks, sweetie. Free: "...I'll close the window." -elsewhere- Motojiro: "--and that's how we learn to sing a song about the periodic table--learning both melodies _and_ chemistry!!!" sonia: ^u^ leo: ^^ Motojiro: "Now, let's set it up with my--" *looks at Ayako--* "Take the curtain off the piano." ayako: *salutes* leo: *rubs stomach* ^^; -after Sonia classes- leo: *hug* Motojiro: "???" =w= "Well, what's this for~?" leo: *takes his hand and places it on her stomach, blushing* Motojiro: "..." *looks down* "...??? What am I feeling?" leo: what do you think it is? Motojiro: "..." *running through his brain a thousand possibilities, eliminating the absurd ones, realizing it can't be any concern about Leo's body so it must mean--* *LIGHT BULB* O_____________O leo: *teary smile* Motojiro: "..." *hug* leo:....*hugs him, crying tears of joy* Motojiro: *giggles, holding her* pushkin: *sniffle* how sweet. katya: you said it. *putting her guns away* Motojiro: *sighs* "...I'm going to have to invent a babysitter." miura: -_-; *sigh* Motojiro: *holds his hand to Leo's face, smiles* leo: *smoooooooch* Motojiro: ^\\\\^ "Mmm~" -elsewhere- Yumi: "...Another goddamn fucking prison break." lord death: what's even going on with security anymore. *sighs and rubs her shoulders* we need higher security... Yumi: "We need more than just security...We need people with powers to guard prisoners..." =\\\\= "We need...*sighs* weapons...quirks...ability users..." lord death: indeed. -elsewhere- minoura: -and to make matters worse, there's a rumor going around that one guard was having an affair with one of the prisoners, that dostoyevsky guy. Santoka: "For crying out loud...Dostoyevsky is manipulating that guard?" minoura: most likely. we'll need to keep an eye on her, if anything, for her own safety. she's just a rookie, so that makes her an easy target. Santoka: "Why not transfer her now? Or you think she might get us some information?" minoura: hmmm, it's a tough call. keeping her near that freak puts her well-being at risk, but if it gets us more info.... Santoka: *nods* "Perhaps we need another guard to keep an eye on her." minoura: good call. Santoka: "I'll send a list of recommendations today." -elsehere- Fyodor: *back in his cell* "..." -its silent- Fyodor: "Hmm..." *looks at the door* -elsewhere- erina: im home... Roommate: "Hey! Are you okay? I saw the news--" erina: y-yeah, im fine... Roommate: "Thank goodness...That looked dangerous. So many other guards in the hospital..." erina:....i guess i got lucky.... 7///7 Roommate: "No kidding...You okay? Need some water?" erina: mm! i'm fine! i'm just gonna get ready for bed now. *walks to her room and closes the door* Roommate: "??? ...That attack must have shaken her." Erina: ..... .////////. (oh my goooooooosh) {Fyodor: *smiles*} erina:.....*blushing and changing into her pajamas* {Fyodor: "You're very cute..."} erina: >/////////< *plops onto the bed and covers face with a pillow* {Fyodor: "I will protect you."} erina: *muffled flustered screaming into her pillow* >////////////////////////////////< {Fyodor: *smooch*} erina: O////////////////////////////O *touches her lips, shaking slightly* {Fyodor: *leans closer* *whispers in her ear* "I am quite fond of you..."} erina: >///~///<;;; (ahhhh, i cant stop thinking about him! am i going crazy right now?!) {Fyodor: "Can I...protect you? Forever?"} erina: *steam explodes off her head* *more muffled pillow screaming* {Fyodor: *strokes her cheek*} erina: *wraps her legs around a pillow, squirming* {Fyodor: *rests a hand on her hip*} erina:....*hesitantly reaches for the waistband of her pants* {Fyodor: "Erina..."} *KNOCK* erina: *SQUEAK* ._o Roommate: *opens the door* "I brought some tea--" erina: thanks! Roommate: ^^ *sets down a tray* "Comfy?" erina: y-yeah... .w.; Roommate: "Well...you look like you are a little shaken..." erina: it's.....been a long day. Roommate: "Sure I can't make you something? Pasta?" erina: hot cocoa would be nice... Roommate: "You got it!" *exits* erina:...*sigh* (cant believe im falling for a prisoner.....im probably going to get fired...) {Fyodor: "Follow..."} erina: ...? {Fyodor: "Do you not want to come with me?"} erina: (i....i want to...) {Fyodor: *smiles* "Then that's all I need to hear..."} erina:.... -//////- -morning- leo: happy birthday, motojiro. ^^ Motojiro: "D'aw...Thank you, lovely." *smooch* *hand on her belly* leo: ^////^ Motojiro: "This little embryo..." leo: *wipes eyes* Motojiro: "???" *rubs her cheek* leo: im just...really happy. Motojiro: *smiles* "I'm glad..." -elsewhere- Alone: "Heeeeeeeeeello!" kinuta: well, long time no see~ *wink* izayoi: =_=# mimeca: 8D grimoire:.... 7-7; hina: oh cool, you brought some more shitheads with ya. nice. Nals: *ahem* "I am not a...what you said. I am a thespian!" beatrice: nofix, dont you say anything or i will throw you out the window again. with a knife in you. PlushFix: "..." *looks at Shaula* "When you escaped, did you go down, or were you on top?" shaula: first of all. HA. second, we got out via underground. grimoire: your employer is.....a stuffed bear? PlushFix: "?!!! Hey! You're that lookalike from earlier! Sad-noire!" grimoire: -_-; 'grimoire'. hina: yeah yeah, that. PlushFix: "Right, Salad Bar. Me, I was that handsome fellow with the spinning powers--then I kind of died and got my soul put into this teddy bear..." hina: OI AKUA! FINISH WHATEVER WEIRD THING YOU'RE DOING AND GET ON OUT HERE! grimoire: a haunted toy, as if that werent the plot of so many horror films. himiko: *GASSSSP* NEW FRIENDS! PlushFix: "And I was fucking Kinuta. Now, I can't." grimoire: what the hell? PlushFix: "No plush penis. Sad times." himiko: hiiiii im himiko toga! and this is fang! he's my baby boy! ^o^ fang: guba? Alone: "D'aw, look at the little baby..." himiko: ^u^ tomura:............oh what the fuck is this....? mr compress: seems things get livelier here each day. twice: is that a fucking dogman? Dabi: -_-# hina: its cool, these guys are friends. Kurogiri: "...The ones who escaped prison?" shaula: yeeeeup! kurome: hi puppy. Alone: *waves* ^w^ kurome: hehe! Kurogiri: "Hmm..." *looks at Shaula* "A Gorgon?" shaula: aaay give this guy a fuckin' medal! yep. the coolest of the gorgon sisters, right here, its ya gurl, shaula! tomura:.....i already hate her. she annoys me. Kurogiri: "Shigaraki, please...She can be useful." tomura: without her tail? shaula: =3= too soon, dude! beatrice: *GLARE* PlushFix: "..." ("She's still got a tail...") *staring at Shaula's butt* beatrice: *throws plushfix into the wall* PlushFix: *muffled* "I DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING!" beatrice: call it a maid's instinct. himiko: who's the other blue haired guy? he's like, a total hunk! Nals: *bows* "I am master actor and swordsman Nals..." himiko: swords? do you stab people with your swords? do you like their blood? Nals: "...I'm more poised than just 'stabbing'..." himiko: *hugs* hehehehehehehe~<3 Nals: "??? Um..." himiko: we're gonna be like, super close, and we're gonna kiss and talk about how cool the hero killer stain is and its gonna be soooo awesome. hina: good luck. Nals: ._________. *screaming internally* shaula: better this than butter-brat. tomura:...i dont even want to know. twice: what do you make of this, dabster? Dabi: "Ok, First of all, don’t ever fucking call me that again." kinuta: well, im going to bed. anyone who wants to join me is free to~<3 Alone: OWO *points at himself* kinuta: *wink* Alone: *grabs PlushFix off the wall, follows* Dabi: =_= mr compress: i thought you would follow suit, given your intense libid- Dabi: "Shut up." *walks after Kinuta* tomura:...you guys are so gross. -elsewhere- Jacqueline: "??? What's wrong?" kim: i feel sick all the sudden. -_-; Jacqueline: "...I'll get the ginger ale." -elsewhere- Poe: *moving books* "Here's the next set of volumes to move upstairs." rowena: *nods and carries them up* -some of the books begin...floating?- Poe: *smiles, goes back to the shelves--and finds the ring box* O\\\\\O ghost butler: sir? Poe: "I'M HIDING NOTHING! GO CHECK THE FLOORBOARDS!" *pockets the box* ghost butler: ...*shrugs and floats off* Poe: .\\\\\. ("Find another spot for the ring...") *grabs books, moves upstairs* "R-Rowena? You find a good home for the books?" rowena: yes! Poe: "G-Good..." *looking for a hiding spot* -elsewhere- Dazai: *grabbing baby supplies* "And get some mobiles* atsushi: right. Dazai: *opens his wallet...and a moth flies out* "..." QwQ atsushi:.... (im beginning to wonder if he actually trains moths to do that just to get out of paying.) Kunikida: "..." *pulls out a gold credit card* atsushi: wow. Kunikida: "The boss lent it to us." atsushi: its so shiny. kenji: i can see another me! hi other me. ^^ *waves* Dazai: OwO "...We're going to buy more." *grabs a battle-axe* atsushi: ._.; (oh. oh no.) Kunikida: "NO! And why does this baby store sell 'Baby's First Battle-Axe'?!" *The axe has Lord Death's face on it* kenji: it should be made out of rubber or something. and it should be squeaky. *squeezes a rubber ducky* Kunikida: "GET THE RUBBER DUCKY, NOT THE AXE!" Dazai: "Right, let's get both." atsushi: *sigh* *Kunikida chops Dazai on the head, knocking him out* -elsewhere- Bakugo: "..." *opens a package to find inside...skinny jeans* "..." *deep inhale* "Fuck." mama bakugou: *from the other room* language! Bakugo: "SORRY! I MEANT TO SAY 'FRICK!'" mama bakugou: that's better! Bakugo: *mutters* "Fricking Jeanist..." *takes out the note from the package* -elsewhere- Kid: *picks up Shiori* "Ready?" shiori: wedy! Kid: "Okay..." *sets her into her rolling baby walker* "Let's see you move, Shiori!" shiori: ^o^ *leg waddle* Kid: *bounces the walker lightly* "You'll be running in no time..." shiori: *baby giggles* Kid: *walks to the doorway* "Can you follow me?" shiori: *following* waydup! Kid: "I'll wait..." *holds out his arms* -she made it!- Kid: "Yay, Shiori did it!" shiori: i did it! ^o^ Kid: "Yes, you did! Want to follow me to the study?" shiori: yeah! Kid: "Then we are off!" *walks slowly* shiori: *follows behind him* -elsewhere- Meme: "..." mio: *hugs her* Meme: *holds onto her* "...Not again..." mio: its going to be ok, meme. i promise. Meme: "..." *nods* "...Should I have killed her?" mio:.....there’s always next time. Meme: *nods* -elsewhere- Yumi: "Thank you for agreeing to meet." louisa: of course, mrs death. Yumi: "I am sure you heard about the prisoner breakout." louisa: hard not to have. Yumi: "I admit we are having difficulty locating them, but we anticipate they have not left the city. That's where you come in." louisa: right. Yumi: "I want your eyes." louisa: ...*blink* Yumi: "...The eyes your organization has. The computer software." louisa: oh! right, haha! Yumi: "Will your boss cooperate?" louisa: i'll talk to him about it. Yumi: *nods* "Let him know it will be worth his agreement." -elsewhere- Kyoka: "??? You'll need a scarf." *hands one* sylvia: ... .///. t-thank you. Kyoka: *nods* "And you'll need gloves." *takes them out of a drawer* "Ready to get groceries?" sylvia: y-yes miss kyouka! Kyoka: *opens the door--and gets hit with cold wind* "Brrr...Good thing the grocery is nearby..." -elsewhere- hans: alright, class is dismissed. Jakob: =3= wilhelm: finally! Jakob: "Can we have candy now?!" hans: alright. *handing each of her students a piece of candy as they leave* Jakob: *nom nom* ^U^ hans:...*small smile* {-in a cold snowy town, a young lady with long lavender hair is freezing in an alley, with only a box of matches to keep warm-} {hans: .....*shivering*} {It is quiet...A footstep is heard} {hans: *she looks up, holding a hand out* <please...spare me some money...>} {???: "..." <Money is a drag...>} {hans: ....} {???: "..." *takes another step forward--and collapses into the snow*} {hans: <ah! s-sir? are you alright?> *she goes over to him*} {???: =w= <It's too tiring to walk...I'll just sleep here.>} {hans: <but if you sleep out here you'll freeze to death!> D8> } {???: <...Death's a drag too.> =3= *yawns* <I guess I need to get to somewhere warm...Is that a match?>} {hans: <y-yes...> } {???: <I need something to keep warm...How much you want for it?>} {hans: <a-anything that can get me a room for the night...at the very least...>} {???: <Huh. Must be a very important match to cost that much...>} {hans: <i know its selfish to ask, but i have no home to return to...>} {???: <...What's your name?>} {hans:...i-it's hans....^^; m-my parents thought i was going to be a boy...} {???: <It's a good name...> *opens his wallet--and pulls out a 86 euros* <Can you break an 86?>} {hans: ah! <i-is this really alright, sir?>} {???: <I'm not paying for just the match. I want something else from you...>} {hans: ..... ./////. <i-i-i dont offer those kind of services!!> } {???: *blinks...looks her up and down* <...Darn. But that wasn't what I meant.>} {hans: 7////7; <w-well, what _did_ you mean?>} {???: <A contract, matchstick girl...>} {hans:...what kind of contract?} {???: <One to give you unimaginable power...so you never are cold again.>} {hans: .....<what do you get out of this?>} {???: <Absolute devotion.>} {hans:... *blush*} {???: <Do you think a mere 100 euros will be enough to survive...when you could have power to fuel you for a lifetime?>} {hans:.......} {???: *holds out his hand* <Do we have a deal?>} {hans:......<very well.> *she takes his hand*} hans: ......*blinks* oh, right. have to get home. Jakob: "..." *whispers* "Why is she blushing?" wilhelm: *shrug* ???: "There you are..." wilhelm: Owo Kafka: "You little weisenheimers have pranked me for the last time..." *cracks his knuckles* Jakob: "Eep!" -elsewhere- Kuro: "You finish laundry yet?" mahiru: yep...*checks mail* hmm?......!!! o_o Kuro: "??? What?" mahiru: *holding up an acceptance letter to the DWMA* HOW?! I DIDNT APPLY! Kuro: "...Maybe you did it in your sleep. I've done that before with your Amazon account--" mahiru: o_o SO THAT EXPLAINS THE RANDOM PACKAGES! -there was a note.- Kuro: "Sucks to be you. Enjoy class while I sleep--" note: we got you two into the DWMA for training your abilities. <3 Tsurugin~ -there was a second acceptance letter for kuro- Kuro: "...'Two'? ..." *thought balloon: "DWMA = Work = No Sleep* "..." *cat claws* "I'M GONNA KILL HIM--" -elsewhere- fukuzawa: *gives mori a birthday cupcake* Mori: TwT ranpo: ?? Mori: "It's been so long..." fukuzawa: someone had to wish you a happy birthday. Mori: *sniff* "Th-Thanks..." -elsewhere- Jun: "??? Why are you giggling, Tsurugi?" tsurugi: just a job well done~ Jun: "Oh, good!" ^^ -elsewhere- Hyde: *yelling at a customer* "YOU DON'T PUT A CAN OF SODA INTO THE MICROWAVE!" denki: *arm motions* yeye.....hehehe.... ochako: darn it, kaminari! Hyde: "I'm putting you on the Wall!" *takes out the Polaroid, snaps a pic of Denki, takes it out, tapes it to a window wall: "SHAME"* -there is at least 7 mineta photos on the shame wall- Hyde: "Why do you think we have a security guard in front of the bathroom now?" *There's a Golem in front of the bathroom* Golem: O-o ochako:.....wow. a real golem? neato! where did you get them? Hyde: "This dude in town makes and sells them. Think he's friends with Kirika." ochako: isnt she the girl with the eye patch and bakugou personality? {ochako's mental kirika: FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF MOTHERFUCKER!} Hyde: "Wow, rude! Bakugo is way worse." -elsewhere- Bakugo: "...I think I'm going to murder Soul Eater." eijiro: dude, you're gonna fight a death scythe? mina: that aint gonna look good on records. Bakugo: "I just felt a strong feeling to punch him so hard his stupid glasses fly off." mina: soul doesnt wear glasses that often. Bakugo: "...Then who am I thinking of?" -elsewhere- Nals: "--and that's how I single-handedly saved the theater from going bankrupt!" tomura: *ignoring him* twice: *playing angry birds* cool story bro. Nals: -_- "Philistines..." -elsewhere- Master: "Here you go. One ginger ale." *hands it to Bram* bram: thank you sir. Master: "And your sandwich is coming up, ma'am." mary: yay! Fitzgerald: ^^ "Now, that just leaves the rest of our meals...Miss Miller, Mr. Jordan?" Daisy: "Beer." Fitzgerald: "..." ^^;; jordan: mountain dew! Daisy: "And my last name is 'Fay,' not 'Miller.' What the hell is wrong with you?" Fitzgerald: "Hmm? Sorry. One of my business partners had an assistant named Daisy Miller. I get you two confused." Daisy: *eyeroll* "And Jordan, drink like an adult, for Christ's sake." jordan: i am. i am making an adult decision to get mountain dew. Daisy: -____- "So, Teej, you going to wimp out, too?" eckleburg: well, im driving, so... Daisy: *sigh* "Fine. You owe me." *grabs a breadstick, breaks it in half* -elsewhere- Kid: "--and she just kept moving so fast!" stocking: how sweet. ^^ Kid: "...I don't mean this to be weird...but do you think my sister and your sibling will be friends?" stocking: i hope so. ^^ Kid: *smiles* "So do I..." *hug* stocking: u///u~<3 Kid: *cheek smooch, cuddle* -elsewhere- erina: .... Roommate: "The prison gave you another day off?" erina: seems like it......*siiiiighs* Roommate: "...Okay, I'm not going to have you moping. You need some 'me' time." erina: i-i guess.... Roommate: "Want to go shopping? Get some clothes?" erina: it might help.... Roommate: "And a mani-pedi..." *pats her shoulder* -elsewhere- lydia: *knocks* <vanya?> Ivan: *curled up in bed* lydia:... <may i come in?> Ivan: *affirmative grunt* lydia: *enters* i brought you some tea. Ivan: "..." *sits up* "Thank you." lydia:...are you alright? Ivan: "..." <I miss Master.> lydia: <i know. he'll be back soon.> Ivan: <I'm just so impatient.> lydia: <believe me, you arent the only one.> Ivan: "..." *sniffs, takes the tea* <R-Right...> -elsewhere- Rin: "How's your family doing, Madoka?" madoka: good as usual. tatsuya's signed up for scouts this year. Rin: "Neat! I was never into that...Scoutmaster accidentally cut me with a knife." ^^; madoka: oh my gosh. O-O Rin: *points at his chin* "He was fooling around with a razor blade dispenser--and it popped out right at my chin..." ^^;;; madoka: ^^; *small kiss* Rin: ^\\\\^ "D'aw..." -elsewhere- Asura: "Still hungry, child?" heibito: yeah. Asura: *nods* *opens a freezer, pulls out a soul* heibito: *shiny eyes* Asura: "Don't get a brain freeze--lick slowly..." heibito: ok. *tiny nom* Asura: *smiles* "Good boy..." -elsewhere- izumi: um...is this where i submit the stage name forms? Granny: "Yep!" izumi: *hands hers in.....the name she picked is Izumi Albarn* Granny: "..." *smiles* "It'll be submitted and reviewed by Lord Death." izumi: thank you ma'am. Granny: *thumbs up* -elsewhere- Steinbeck: "..." *takes out a phone book* emily: calling home? Steinbeck: "Not yet...First, I wanted to check this name..." *taps a finger on a scrap of paper* "It was among the Old Guild archives." emily: i see. *examining* *It looks like it says "Li Wild"* emily: hmm. i'll check through the archives again. Steinbeck: "Thanks...No online search worked, so I figured given how old they must be..." *skimming...gets to Wild, Zachary* *sighs* "Nothing..." twain: hmmmm *browsing* W. irving, J. london... Steinbeck: -_-# "I'm reading right now..." twain:......i just had a freaking epiphany about all our names and its kinda wigging me out right now. emily: try not to over think it. Steinbeck: "Twain thinking--that'll be the day." twain: just cause i wasnt the brightest student in school and go with my gut instincts doesnt make me stupid. im just more street smart than book smart! ^u^ Steinbeck: "Then go hit the streets and get information." twain: aye aye! Steinbeck: "Good--now I'll get some quiet." emily: credit where credit is due, he does look on the brighter side of life. Steinbeck: "True...I suppose that is valuable to our Guild." -elsewhere- Wes: *staring at a performance schedule* liz: busy month? Wes: "Surprisingly after Valentine's...Even a trip to Paris." liz: oh wow. *shiny eyes* Wes: *hug* "With the best suite in the hotel..." liz: so lucky =3= -elsewhere- Roommate: "Oh, this would look cute on you..." *holds up a dress* erina: ....it does look cute. i just hope i can afford it... Roommate: "Well, try it on first before putting in some investment..." erina: fair point. *enters dressing room* {Fyodor: "I think it'll look good on you, too..."} erina: *winces and turns.....no one there*.....(keep it together, erina...just breathe, remember what you're doing) Roommate: *from outside* "How's it look?" erina: l-looks good! *looks at herself in the mirror* {Fyodor: "Beautiful..."} erina: !!!! *she turns and looks....no one is there*....*shaking* Roommate: "I know it's pricy...Maybe I could pay for a bit of it as an early b-day gift?" erina:.... Roommate: "Erina?" erina: i-im fine! Roommate: "...Can I come in?" erina: im decent if thats what you're asking. Roommate: *enters* "...Yeah, it does look good on you...But what is wrong?" erina: n-nothing's wrong. im really ok! Roommate: "No. You've been jumpy since that prison attack..." erina: g-guess it's just nerves...... Roommate: "..." *holds her hand* "Let's put the dress away--you can buy it another day. Let's get you something to eat..." erina: y-yeah....good idea.... Roommate: *lets go of her hand, steps outside* "Take your time..." erina:... (what's wrong with me? why am i letting this get to me so much?) *Her heart beats a bit...She imagines his smile* erina: *stumbles* Roommate: "!!!" *goes back inside* "Erina!" erina: Alli… i think...something's seriously wrong with my brain..... Allison: "Erina..." *hugs her* -elsewhere- Daisy: *already passed out* "Zzz..." Fitzgerald: "So, Mary, what is your ability?" mary: i can bring dead animals back to life ^^ louisa: its true, i saw her do it back at wonderful manor. Fitzgerald: "..." *stares at his chicken sandwich* mary: i tried it on food. it doesnt work as much. Fitzgerald: "Ah...How did you first realize?" mary: when i was a young child, i brought back my friend's dog... Fitzgerald: "How...did your friend react?" mary: she was so happy... Fitzgerald: "Have you tried on a human?" mary: NO! *her tone was harsh* louisa: !!! mary: i....it doesnt work on humans...not human...never human.... {mary: *trembling at the shambling mess of what once was her best friend approaching her* ah...ah...} {corpse: ah....*SCREEEEEAM*} bram:...*grips mary's shoulders* mary:...i-im ok. im ok.... Fitzgerald: "...I'm sorry." -elsewhere- Stein: "The patient is still under..." valentine: *hands him the tools needed* Stein: *takes the scalpel* "Proceed with nerve stimulation..." valentine: proceeding. Dr. John: *checking vitals* sachiko: doing good so far. Stein: "Prep the limb. We'll have to attach nerves..." -elsewhere- Dabi: *muttering* twice: *knocks* you guys ok in there? Alone: "Just alright..." PlushFix: =w= kinuta: feeling great, honey~ ^^ Dabi: *grumbles* tomura: you people are disgusting...... -morning- shinra: *yaaaaaawn* Relan: "..." *rubs his back* shinra: morning rel. Relan: "Morning...How was sleep?" shinra: better....gonna go wash my teeth and brush my face now. Relan: "..." *snort* shinra:......oh shit i need to wake up.....*exits, and sees takehisa packing* ??? whats this? Takehisa: "Fishing." shinra:.....in February? Takehisa: "The fish will never see it coming." shinra: *sweatdrop* um...good luck then. Takehisa: "You're coming, too." shinra:....im sorry what? ._. tamaki: come on kusakabe, tell relan to pack too. its a group trip. Takehisa: "You've been cooped up in the Eighth too long--you need to get out into the great outdoors." shinra: you're surprisingly amped about this tam- tamaki: *grabs his wrists* fish are involved here! *intense stare* shinra: *sweatdrops* ok, we get it, you have a cat theme, now can you let go of my wrists? you're legit hurting me. Relan: *stands behind Shinra--staring darkly at Tamaki* tamaki: *lets go* OwO;;; shinra: thank you....*rubs his wrists* jeez. Arthur: "I shall be the Fisher King." tamaki: woah woah woah, lets not go there, ok? Arthur: "Yes, let's go there." *holds up a drawing in crayon* "I will catch a hydra." -elsewhere- Kunikida: "--so pack up." atsushi: wow. this should be fun, right? kenji: yay! i'll get my net! aya: hopefully it wont be freezing cold this time! Kyoka: "..." *takes out a taser* atsushi: kyouka, you dont use a taser for fishing! Kyoka: "Fish are in water. Water is naturally susceptible to electricity. Tasers have electricity. QED: taser fish." sylvia: .~.;; Kyoka: "Have you fished, Sylvia?" sylvia: no. i never got to do anything like that. Kyoka: "Then treat this as a new experience." sylvia: o-o-ok.... Kunikida: "Have warm clothes and waterproof gloves..." aya: aye aye! Kyoka: "And a frying pan." -elsewhere- Rin: "What's on the agenda, teach?" stocking: for the time being, we will be researching demon subspecies and elemental alignments. Rin: ._. "...Will this be out of the textbook, or actual specimens in class?" stocking: text book this time. Rin: "...And what if I left my textbook at home?" ^^; stocking: -_-; dang it rin. -elsewhere- Victor: "What, that short guy isn't in your building anymore?" scarlet: guess not. not sure why that is. Victor: "Weird...Not as weird as that prison break, though." scarlet: yeah. ivy: i wonder if anyone of importance to us got out? like anyone who could help us? Victor: "Funny you mention that..." *holds up a picture of Shaula* "Remind you of anyone?" ivy: *lightbulb* hmmmmmm >8) Victor: "???" ivy: that bitch is finally gonna get whats coming to her. Victor: OwO;;; "Um..." -elsewhere- Takehisa: *loading up the Matchbox* iris: you guys have fun, ok? shinra: we will. Relan: *waves* Arthur: *dragging a harpoon* -elsewhere- Kurogiri: "Fascinating research, Gorgon." shaula: i know, right? Kurogiri: "How have you done weaponizing it?" shaula: enough to cause 2-3 incidents in death city. Kurogiri: "Hmm...Shigaraki, interested?" -elsewhere- Kunikida: *driving* "...Stop kicking the seat." atsushi: *reading the map* Kyoka: "How much longer?" atsushi: seems we're close to the first rest stop now. Kunikida: "Good. We'll pull over for restrooms--" Kyoka: "And snacks." aya: *has her camera out* Kunikida: "And don't forget the shin guards." -elsewhere- -in the emergency room waiting area- Kepuri: "BUT IS MY BABY GOING TO BE OKAY?!" Yohei: -_-; "It's a robotic arm, Kepuri..." Vulcan: ._. serina: *worried* Yohei: "...Hey. He's going to be okay..." serina: i-i know... Yohei: *nods* "Good...How long have you known him?" serina: a long time. *she smiles* Yohei: "He good at his job?" serina: *she nods* -elsewhere- Kuro: "I'm not wearing some matching uniform, either." mahiru: says you dont have to. there's lots of uniform options, some even choose to wear casual clothes, or even old uniforms of theirs. Kuro: "Good." *grabs a pillow* "I'm taking this with me." mahiru: ^^; guess i should tell my uncle the good news then. (at least i know some people there already, so that's good.) Kuro: "Yeah, go do that..." *lies down, takes out his 3DS* mahiru: *dialing* *Voicemail*: "Leave a message." mahiru: h-hey uncle, its me. you wouldnt believe this, heck im having a hard time believing it too, but i got into the DWMA! im not sure how it happened, guess i just got lucky. Kuro: "..." *looks up from his game* mahiru: well, talk to you soon....*hangs up phone, tears falling, even though he keeps a smile* Kuro: "..." *puts down the game, walks up to him* "Hey..." mahiru: hm- Kuro: *hug* mahiru: o//////////////o k-k-kuro?! Kuro: "Don't cry. I'm sure he's busy." mahiru: .... .////.;;; r-right. Kuro: *pat pat* "Maybe text him a pic when you're in that goofy DWMA uniform." mahiru: ^^; thanks kuro. -elsewhere- Sakuya: "..." *staring at a mailed book wrapped in brown paper* "...Naho, your new book is here..." naho: OOOH GOODIE GOODIE GOODIE!!! <3 Sakuya: ._.; "...Happy?" naho: YES! -elsewhere- Takehisa: "It's a secret spot. No one else knows to fish there." shinra: oh wow. Arthur: *opening a book, skipping to the page about the Lady of the Lake* Takehisa: "Yes. No one will be there for miles--" Relan: "So why is there a car parked there already?" tamaki: because it's the first rest stop? Relan: "...N-Nevermind." .\\\\. shinra: *pap pap* want to get a snack from the snack machine? Relan: *nod nod* shinra: cool. ^^ atsushi: *checking the info kiosks* hmmm Kunikida: "--and that is why having the brochures is a valuable resource, but do not solely depend on these marketing ploys--" Kyoka: *looking around* "... !!!" tamaki: ?? ... !! Kyoka: "TAMAKI!" tamaki: WA- k-kyouka! sylvia: ._.; Kyoka: *slow motion run, arms stretched out--hug* tamaki: ^^; *pet pet* sylvia: *looks at their group. spots relan* Relan: ._.; sylvia: *hides behind kunikida* >~<;; Relan: *hides behind Shinra* >~<;; Kunikida: "???" *looks at Shinra* shinra: *pats his hand* its ok, rel. ^^; Takehisa: "Oh. Your classmates, yes?" shinra: yep. tamaki: who's the other girl with you? aya: my name's aya koda. tamaki: not you shrimp. aya: WHO'RE YOU CALLIN' SHRIMP?! sylvia: Q~Q;;;; Kyoka: "That's Sylvia. She joined the Agency." tamaki: oh. nice to meet you, sylvia. im Tamaki. this is Arthur, Relan, and Shin- aya: *foot stomp* tamaki: -raAAAAAAA!!!!! *wince and falls over* -KO- tamaki: Q~Q shinra: we barely started, and already your bad luck kicks in. tamaki: TT~TT stuff it, kusakabe. kenji: she just needs some milk is all. ^^ Kyoka: *hands Kenji some dollar bills* "Yes, go buy her some milk from the vending machine, please." Kunikida: "Aya! What have I told you?! If you're going to attack your opponent, you also need to knee them in the gut." tamaki: D8< shinra: *chuckles* atsushi: sorry about that. ^^; shinra: it's all good. Takehisa: "I see you have fishing equipment. Are you also fishing?" atsushi: yeah. we're going to....*checks the map again* rye patch state park. shinra: huh, same here. Takehisa: "..." Kunikida: "..." Relan: "D-Didn't you say--" Kyoka: "--that no one knew about this place but you?" Kunikida + Takehisa: "..." ._.;;; shinra + atsushi: oh no. kenji: i got milk and snacks for everyone! ^u^ Kyoka: *hands the milk to Tamaki* tamaki: TTvTT thank you kyouka. aya:... 737 Kyoka: "..." *hands snacks to Aya* aya: *nom* Kyoka: ^^ "Sylvia, want some chips?" sylvia: um...i-i guess? tamaki:... (her hands are all bandaged up....) Kyoka: *hands her a bag* -elsewhere- Dazai: "..." *knock knock knock* "Chuuya! I know you're in there!" -silence- scarlet: oh, i didnt know someone else was visiting. Dazai: "..." *shiny eyes* scarlet:.... ? Dazai: *takes Scarlet's hand* "Oh fiery beauty, have you considered a suicide pact?" scarlet:................... -PUNCH- Dazai: *face smashes into the door--knocking it down* XwX scarlet: -_-# annoying. (he actually makes joker's attempts seem appealing. that's just sad.) Dazai: *looks around* "Huh? Where's Chuu-Chuu?" scarlet: is he a friend of yours? Dazai: *pops up* "Best friend!" scarlet: funny. in the few times i spoke with him, i dont recall him mentioning you mr....? Dazai: "Osamu Dazai--at your service~" scarlet:....right... 7_7; Dazai: *pokes his head into Sonia's room* "Huh...I don't see her teddy bear..." scarlet: *looks*.... (no sign of anyone...) Dazai: *opens the fridge* "Expired milk? Okay...That's not his usual style..." scarlet: *examines his answering machine* Answering Machine: "Message 1. Received: last Monday, 12:05 AM* *Dazai's voice* "Come on, ride the train! Hey, ride it! TOOT TOOT!" Dazai: ^^; scarlet:...... -_-; *checks the second message* Answering Machine: "Message 2. Received: Monday, 3:04 PM" Classmate: "Hey! Wanted to see where you are--you weren't in class. ...That's all. Just...worried. Call me back. ...Oh! I should give you my number--" -skip to the next one- Message 3: "It's me. I got the package to its destination. I'll await instructions." scarlet: ... Dazai: "Ominous...What was that about?" scarlet: as if i'd know... Dazai: *presses the next message* ???: "Hello." Dazai: *tenses* scarlet: ?? ???: "I hope the surprise party didn't offend you too much. It just, you know, kind of came to me out of nowhere. I do hope it wasn't too stressful on your friends--I know the mess it may leave can take time to clean up. I promise, though, when I'm out of here, I'll finish cleaning up." <Until later.> scarlet:.....who was that? Dazai: *smiles* "An associate...No one to worry about." ^^; scarlet:.... (he's shaking...) Dazai: "I'll just make a note of that--I'm sure Chuuya will want to be in contact with him soon..." scarlet:..... -elsewhere- Fitzgerald: "MISS ALCOTT!" louisa: *flies out of her chair* WA! s-sir! Fitzgerald: *holds up an email to Louisa printed out* "Did you agree to meet with the DWMA?!" louisa: O-O;;;;;; Fitzgerald: "..." *tosses down the email--and pulls out a recorder* "When you next speak with Azusa, pass along this recording we intercepted out of the prison." louisa: ... *blink blink* um. alright? Fitzgerald: *nods* "And keep me updated on her requests." louisa: yes sir! Fitzgerald: *turns, departs...smirks* louisa:..... *presses play* Recording: "--the surprise party didn't offend you too much--" louisa: !!! (that's...!) Recording: "--hope it wasn't too stressful on your friends--" louisa: .... -underground- yana: *listening in* .... Fyodor: *recording* "--the mess it may leave can take time to clean up--" zoey: ahhh~ *heart pupils as she blushes* Ivan: =w= yana: .......*starts writing something down* Gogol: "???" yana: hmm.... Gogol: "What 'cha writing?" yana: shush, im thinking. Gogol: "..." *eyeroll* ("Hard to tell...") -elsewhere- twain: ROAD TRIP BABY! Steinbeck: "...So soon?" emily: we found the location of one of the old guild members. Steinbeck: "?! Really?" emily: *shows a file of a young woman* according to notes, she has to be at least 70... Steinbeck: "This is Wilder?" emily: back in the day, yeah. Steinbeck: "Hmm...Good work, Emily." emily: .///w///. t-thank you sir. Steinbeck: *looks at Twain* "And you...um..." twain: OwO Steinbeck: "...Not bad." twain: ^u^ Steinbeck: "Now, let's pack..." -elsewhere- Kyoka: "Atsushi, how much further?" atsushi: not too far now, luckily. Kyoka: "Well, I look forward to start fishing." *checks batteries* -elsewhere- Poe: "Ready for your classes?" rowena: *she nods* im looking forwards to spring enrollments. alice, warren and i hopefully will find new recruits for the mystery and occult club too! Poe: ^^; "Just be careful. If you resurrect any dead bodies..." rowena: we wont do anything like that, have some faith in us. =3=' Poe: "I know...Just be careful." rowena: we will. -elsewhere- sonia: and we got to learn about biology too. i had a lot of fun. ^^ Chuuya: "That...makes me so happy." *hug* sonia: *hug* ^u^ Chuuya: *pat pat* "You happy with your teacher?" sonia: *she nods* Chuuya: "Good...Just keep up with your homework, okay?" sonia: ok. Chuuya: *pat pat* "But first, I'll get dinner going..." *sighs* "Based on what we have..." -elsewhere- Dazai: *running down the street Naruto style* yosano: *grabs him by the coat collar* -____-; did you find anything? Dazai: "DOC! Chuu-chuu! Phone call! Slapped! Teddy bear!" yosano: uh-huh? Dazai: "DOSTOEVSKY CALLED!" yosano: !!!!!! -several people are staring now- Bystander: ._. -some groceries dropped to the ground- erina: *frozen on the spot* ....... Dazai: Owo;;;; yosano: dammit dazai. Dazai: "I was excited...because this is terrifying..." -elsewhere- Spirit: "Soul? You're up..." soul: hm? Spirit: *drops a folder in front of him* "There's been an attack..." soul: ....right. Spirit: "A small town...and it was..." soul: .... lets go then. Spirit: *nods* "Our ride is waiting... -elsewhere- Takehisa: "Here we are..." *pulls up to the lake* tamaki: wow, i thought it would be....more foresty? Relan: "Maybe this is typical for Nevada?" shinra: still, its pretty wide open. kinda nice. Kunikida: *deep inhale* aya: *pap pap* Kunikida: *nods* "...Let's unpack." atsushi: *reading a guide on the park* Kyoka: "--then we can cook the fish over the fire and sing songs..." sylvia: i-i see.... Kunikida: "We also will be training!" aya: yep! Relan: *overhearing* "??? They're training? Even during a fishing trip?" shinra: i guess. Takehisa: "Why? Are you interested in training during this trip?" Relan: "N-No! A restful fishing trip is good enough!" ^~^ shinra: *nods in agreement* ^v^;;;;; Arthur: *pulls out the harpoon and a giant rock* "I am ready." shinra: ._.; Arthur: "I shall fulfill all the requests of the Lady of the Lake so that my Excalibur may be blessed with her divine aura." atsushi: *gives shinra a look of confusion* shinra: *shrugs to say 'dont ask me'* Kyoka: "How come they get to use a harpoon and we don't?" atsushi: because dazai couldnt be trusted with one. Kyoka: "...That makes perfect sense." -elsewhere- Joker: "...So, Russian dude?" scarlet: apparently the supposed leader of the rats in the house of the dead. Joker: "And if he was calling your neighbor..." scarlet: ..... i get a bad feeling from all this... Joker: "No kidding." *smokes* "Hoods, Rats...We got enough problems." -elsewhere- Haumea: *rubbing her bruised jaw* -_-# "Asshole." arrow: and how did _this_ happen? Haumea: "Blame Charon--he got all pissy..." ???: shall i speak with him? Haumea: "...If you wish." ???: *she knocks on his foor* Charon? Charon: "What?" ???: is something troubling you? Charon: "Nothing. Just...nothing." ???: your temperature indicates that you're lying. Charon: "Hmph. Who asked you? I just want this mission done..." ???: .... Charon: "And when it's finished...I'll be able to get her here." -elsewhere- Stein: "The patient is resting..." serina: *sigh of relief* Stein: "...He will need someone there when he wakes up. Care to keep an eye on him?" serina: *she nods* Stein: *opens the door for her* "Thank you..." serina:....*sits next to his bed* ..... Foien: *asleep...he looks so calm...to the point of looking like he's not alive, if not for his breathing* serina:....*holding his hand* Foien: *small murmur* serina:....*squeeze of the hand* Foien: "...Ser..." serina: im here, foien... Foien: *opens his eyes* "..." serina: *smiles* Foien: "...Hey." serina: how're you feeling? Foien: "Weird..." serina:..but other than that? Foien: *smiles* "Glad to be awake." serina:....*small kiss on the hand* Foien: "Thanks..." -elsewhere- Todoroki: *enters the convenience store* ochako: hey todoroki. ^^ Todoroki: *waves, grabs a soda* "How is work?" ochako: pretty good. Todoroki: "Ready for the next class? I heard Aizawa intends to have a pop quiz." -elsewhere- Takehisa: "--then hook the bait--" Arthur: "...What did that worm ever do to you?" shinra: shh. Arthur: *dead-eye glare* Kunikida: "Aya, hold here firmly so it doesn't slip. Put on the glove so not to get callouses" aya: yessir. Relan: *swinging the rod* sylvia: .~.;; Relan: "Heh--kind of fun!" Kyoka: *sitting at the water, line out in the water* kenji: ^u^ Kyoka: "This is restful...Anything in your net, Kenji?" Relan: *still swinging the line back and forth, a hook on it* kenji: *he already caught a few fish* Kyoka: "Impressive...I still haven't caught anything..." *Relan's hook snags something--* tamaki: O-O;;;; -YOINK- tamaki: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!! -SPLASH- Relan: D8> Arthur: "...Tamaki was the Lady of the Lake all along?!" Kyoka: "!!!" tamaki: at least it wasnt my clothes that got snagged off. shinra: yeah, wouldnt that have been dumb. *camera stare* tamaki: -_-# just get me a damn, towel. Relan: "I-I-I'm sorry!" *runs for a towel* Takehisa: "You'll need to dry off in this cold. I'll get some clothes out of the Matchbox." tamaki:.......*dives in and snags a fish in her mouth* *muffled* <no regrets> Arthur: .\\\\. shinra: ...huh. cat-like instincts i guess. Kyoka: "Come on, Tamaki--I'll help you get to the restroom." *hands the towel* tamaki: <thanks> -elsewhere- Spirit: "We're almost there..." soul: ..... Spirit: "The meisters from this DWMA branch should be there as well..." soul: *nods* Spirit: "...You don't have to be wielded by them. But at least pay attention how I get wielded.” soul: *he nods* Spirit: "..." *exits the vehicle, looks around* soul:....shit... *Buildings are caved in...There's a small fire from an overturned vehicle. It's quiet...* soul:...... Spirit: "...I'm going to talk to the meisters, see whether they sense souls. Stay on guard--the attackers can still be hidden..." soul:....... *hears something crying* ??? ???: its ok, damon, someone will find us soon.... ???: *whimpers* soul: *walks over to the house* hello? ???: "Eep!" *hugs the other* soul: *he enters....the parents clearly dead*.....damn...... ???: *peaks* there's a man.... soul: *glances* hello? ???: *shaking* soul:...its ok, im not going to hurt you, honest..... ???: *peeeeak* -she looks around 10, with her hair in two small twintails- girl: who're you? soul: im here to get you somewhere safe. Boy: *crying* soul:.....come on, lets get you out of this house. girl: how do we know you're not a weird creepy person? huh? Boy: "Mom...Dad..." soul:....i wish i could have gotten here earlier, maybe i could have.......*sigh* come on... girl: ..... Boy: "No! I want Mom and Dad..." Spirit: "Soul?" soul:....found two kids. parents are...well...see for yourself.... Spirit: *looks* "..." *squats down so he's closer to eye level* "Hey..." *smiles at the boy and the girl* "What's your name?" girl:....becky. *protective hug of her brother* Boy: *hides his face with the hug* Spirit: "Hello, Becky. I'm Spirit. I'm here to help." soul:...*awkward wave* becky:....how can we trust you? Spirit: "Honestly, I can't show you anything immediately...but at least I can get you to a safer place." becky:....*covering her brother's eyes* o-ok.... soul: just dont look.... Damon: *shaking* soul: its ok, kiddo, its ok... Damon: "Mom...Dad..." soul:.....im sorry....*picks him up, keeping his face to his chest so he doesnt have to see them* ...... becky: ...... Spirit: "Come on, Becky..." becky:...*follows* -outside- soul: ...... Spirit: *handing out bottles of water* becky: *hugging damon* .... soul:....damn....i dont know what to do for them... Spirit: "Give them what they need first--which is food, water, and someone to talk to." soul:....um...hey...you kids hungry? becky: ..... Spirit: *hands Soul some gummies* soul: here. becky:....*nom* Damon: *shaking* soul:.... (maka, what do i do?) {Maka: *holds out a hand* "I'm Maka Albarn. And I want you to be my partner."} soul:..... i know, its scary whats going on right now, but it's going to be ok... becky:........ soul: im gonna make sure you two have a place to stay... {Maka: "Come on! It's perfect! It's got two bedrooms, a kitchen, view of the city--it's perfect!"} soul:...i'll look after you kids. becky: ?? Damon: "..." *looks at him* soul: im probably going to make a lot of mistakes, but im willing to try my best to take care of both of you. becky:...... Spirit: "...Soul..." soul: im not sure i'll be able to replace your mom and dad, but i'll make sure you have a place to stay, so what do you say? would you two give me a chance to be your dad? Damon: "..." *sobs* becky:..... soul:.....*sigh* i'll give you time to think it over..... Spirit: "...We have to leave while police check the area. We will need to bring them to Death City anyway for medical treatment." soul:....right... -elsewhere- Kyoka: "...It's not the worst shirt." tamaki: ....... -__-;;; shinra: *dying trying to contain his laughter* Relan: Q~Q "I'm sorry..." Kunikida: "...What is even your fashion choice?" Takehisa: "It was on sale. I also got a Godzilla in Mickey Mouse ears shirt." aya: WHERE DOES HE EVEN GET CLOTHES LIKE THAT?! kenji: cool. {Takehisa: "...And it's only $2? Sold."} {eternal feather: thank you for your patronage sir!} atsushi: maybe its better we never know. Relan: "I think Loot Crate is to blame." Arthur: *plasma-ing fish* -elsewhere- Kid: *brings in boxes into the bedroom* kirika: what's that stuff? stocking: hmm~? Kid: "Candy sale." stocking: *SHINY EYES* kirika: cool. Kid: *takes out the heart message candies* stocking: *reads some* Candy: "Sext me." stocking: *giggles*... kirika:....... ._. 'casual bongos'? what the fuck? Kid: *picks up another one* " Exotic Butters’?!" -elsewhere- Kuro: *in DWMA uniform* "...I'm doing this under protest." mahiru: ^^; we dont start until march. Kuro: "Just give me the phone to take your pic." -elsewhere- Sakuya: "Sham has been really busy..." naho: yeah. Sakuya: "Anyone knocked on his door to give him his tea and...these really stale cookies?" tsubaki: ?? Belkia: "They're crumpets." Sakuya: "Whatever--they're getting staler." naho: is he sick? Sakuya: "..." Belkia: "I'm sure it's just his mood." ^^; himawari: is he alright? Sakuya: "..." *hands her the tray* "Want to ask him?" himawari: *knocks* shamrock? are you ok? Shamrock: "??? Come in." himawari: are you doing alright? Shamrock: "...As well as I can..." *he has an unfinished painting* himawari: ah. are you taking lessons from higan? Shamrock: x_-; "Don't tell him I took his paints...I just wanted to paint some flowers or something to get my mind off..." -elsewhere- akaderu: *watching funny videos on his phone* *The door opens* akaderu: *looks up* Kepuri: =_= akaderu: rough day? Kepuri: "The surgery was lengthy...but I am happy to say my baby is fine." =w= akaderu: wish i could have seen it too. Kepuri: "D'aw..." *gets onto the couch, lies down* akaderu:....you can lay on my chest if you wanted to. Kepuri: "..." =\\\\= *rests her head on his chest* akaderu:....*cuddles*..... {akaderu: *on a bridge, looking down* ................................} {*Someone can be heard dragging something along the sidewalk*} {akaderu:......*taking his shoes off*} {???: "Move, you heavy--" *grunt* "--darn device! I just want to get this baby launched to check its aerodynamics and--" *spots Akaderu* "...Um, excuse me?"} {akaderu:.....do you think a fall from this height would be enough to kill me?} {???: *unlocking her suitcase, pulling out a drone* "Yes, it most certainly would. That's why I'm here--because the height from this bridge is sufficient to test the elevation of my new inventWHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY?!"} {akaderu: *trying to get over the railing*} {???: D:< *drops her suitcase, grabs his arm with both hands* "Oh no you don't!"} {-YOINK-} {akaderu:.....ow.} {???: *lying flat on her back, his chest covering her entire face so she can't breathe* *muffled scream*} {akaderu: *gets up*.....why did you do that?} {???: *deep inhale* "GAH! Because suicide is illogical!" *pushes his face with her hand* "You dummy!"} {akaderu:....so?} {???: "So? SO?! Didn't you listen to me?! If you kill yourself, you aren't producing! If you aren't producing, you aren't contributing all you have to the world! If you don't contribute all you have to the world, you stymy civilized advancement in the pursuit of knowledge, art, and life itself!" *crawls up from the street, coughs* "...Why were you trying to kill yourself?"} {akaderu: a thing like me wouldnt be missed if i died. i'd be contributing by killing myself, so i'm not a burden to society anymore.} {???: "AND HOW DO YOU THINK I WOULD FEEL?!"} {akaderu: you dont even know a thing about me.} {???: "As if that matters! I know you now! And I can't have that on my mind as a burden when I have important things to do! So I'm not going to let you kill yourself!" *grabs his ear*} {akaderu: *grooooan*} {???: "And now you're delaying my work, Big Guy, so you're going to help me! Pick up that drone."} {akaderu: ...maybe after this, i'll hunt down some dokeshi hunt members to kill me.} {???: "..." *drops her suitcase, stands in front of him, looks up* "..."} {akaderu:.....whats with that look?} {???: *hug*} {akaderu: ??? um.... *blink*} {???: "You stupid, tiny man..."} {akaderu: you're tinier than me, ma'am.} {???: "!!!! YOU JERK!" *punch*} {akaderu: *punched right to the ground*.......ow....} {???: >\\\\\< "I CAN'T HELP HOW SHORT I AM! We can't all be giant freaks!"} {akaderu: fair enough.....} {???: *grumbles* "Now you're delaying me with all this stupid suicide talk...I need to get this experiment going AND YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO MAKE UP FOR THE TIME DELAY! ON TOP OF MAKING FUN OF MY HEIGHT!" >\\\\\< } {akaderu:....why did you hug me though?} {???: "?? ...Because when people are sad, they sometimes need a hug."} {akaderu: why would you waste that on a good for nothing dokeshi freak like me?} {???: "...You're a Dokeshi?"} {akaderu: yes. let me guess, you're gonna be like all the others and-} {???: "So am I."} {akaderu: wait what?} {???: *sighs* *taps her temple* "Smart Dokeshi brain..." *gestures at her height* "Dumb Dokeshi curse..."} {akaderu: oh...well, i can make clones of myself...but i have to eat things that are red, to replenish my blood.} {???: "...Clones? Really?!" *grabs his arm, pulls up the sleeve*} {akaderu: h-hey!} {-there are multiple scars on his wrist and forearm-} {???: "...This is how?"} {akaderu:.....no.... the scars arent a result of my ability............} {???: "...Oh..."} {akaderu: yeah......} {???: "...What's your name?"} {akaderu: its Akaderu Hisoka....} {???: "Kepuri Yanma."} akaderu:....*huuug* Kepuri: =\\\\= "Thanks..." -elsewhere- Relan: "Oh, wow--Captain, this is really tasty!" Takehisa: *nods* *passes a plate to Kenji* kenji: thanks mr! shinra: ._. *he got one of arthur's plasma'd fish* *The fish looks unhealthy* Arthur: "--and if you could just bless my Excalibur, oh Lady of the Lake--" shinra: .________________________.;;;;;;;; Kunikida: "That is gross, unhealthy, and not fit for human consumption." *picks the fish by the tail, tossing it behind him--and it lands in the trash* shinra: thank you mr kunikida TTuTT atsushi: ^^; Kunikida: *nods* "The rest of you must eat up to regain your energy from sparring--" Kyoka: *asleep, head on Tamaki's lap* tamaki: ^^ atsushi: so what were you doing before joining the 8th brigade, relan? Relan: OwO;;;;; "...School?" atsushi: ah. aya:..that boyle guy's quite the character. shinra: you could phrase it like that. aya: im actually in the same class as his cousin. shinra: huh. Arthur: "Oh, you're friends with the Duchess?" aya:....we've talked a few times? Arthur: *nods* "She's rather humble about her royal association." aya: i....see... *sweatdrop* Takehisa: "Sylvia? Want a marshmallow?" sylvia: um....ummmm..... Takehisa: *pokes a marshmallow on the stick, starts roasting* "We roast these on fire. Granted, we try to use original flames. Otherwise, Shinra's taste like foot, Arthur's taste awful, and Tamaki...usually ends up burning down a forest." tamaki: Q^Q shinra: 7.7; Arthur: "Mine taste delightful." *the marshmallows from Excalibur are throbbing with electricity* atsushi: .______.;;;; *One marshmallow pops, letting out a growl* Arthur: "See? It's ready to consume." -elsewhere- Dazai: "Anything, Ranpo?" ranpo: .....*he seems tense* Dazai: "Ranpo!" ranpo: ?? oh, we'll have to check out the mafia headquarters... Dazai: "...I'll pull up the car..." ranpo:... yosano:...... Mori: *listening* yosano: stay in the car, dont take off the mask. Mori: *nods* ranpo: lets go, tanizaki. Tanizaki: "On it..." ranpo: dazai, you too. Dazai: *unlocks the car doors* -inside the mafia HQ- ranpo:....... -silence....- Dazai: "...God." ranpo: no one here... Dazai: "..." *checks under a desk, presses a concave spot* ranpo: find anything, tanizaki? Tanizaki: "Yeah, something along the wall--feels hallow." ranpo:...*knocks* Dazai: *presses the concave spot in a pattern--* *The wall slides* ranpo:...huh. Dazai: ^^; "Fortuitous." *looks* "Seems to be some stairs..." -upstairs- ranpo: so this must be mori's room... Tanizaki: "..." ranpo: .......*approaches the closet* Dazai: "...Um, Ranpo--" ranpo: *opens the door to mori's lab* .......so this is where he was carrying his research out, huh? Dazai: "Yeah...Just be careful." ranpo: *looking around* Tanizaki: "..." {Mori: *in bed*} Tanizaki: "..." {Tanizaki: !!!} {chuuya: *holding a scalpel to mori's neck* !!! how did you get free? and get a switchblade?} {Tanizaki: "…Why do you have a scalpel to his neck?"} {chuuya:....if i asked you to say he died naturally-} Dazai: "Oh God!” Tanizaki: *awakens* "!!!" *turns* -her head is there....just where mori had left her- ranpo: ......*too stunned to react* Tanizaki: "..." *covers his mouth* ranpo: ....look familiar to you, dazai? Dazai: "Yeah...I thought she was dead." ranpo: well clearly that part's true. Dazai: "Except she was supposed to be buried not...this." ranpo:.....'shizuka kanei'....*examines the photos and notes* Dazai: "...Mori was...possessive." Tanizaki: *shaking* "I..." ranpo: ..... Dazai: "Call the boss?" ranpo: and what do we tell him? 'oh hey, we found mori's ex-secretary's decapitated head in a creepy stalker love shrine he made'? Dazai: "We can't leave it here--there's enough evidence lying around. But we won't show it to Mori..." ranpo: tanizaki, you got a bag? Tanizaki: *stunned* "Wh-What?" ranpo: to carry the head? Tanizaki: "N-No..." Dazai: "Doc? You got one?" yosano: got one what? Dazai: "...Nevermind. We'll see you in a bit." *takes off his jacket* "Put it here." -and so- Mori: *seated* yosano: ..... *The trio walk to the car* ranpo: *opens the trunk* yosano: find anything? Tanizaki: "..." Dazai: "Recovering some evidence..." ranpo: mafia flew the coop. Mori: "..." ranpo: .... *carefully putting down the coat covered head* Mori: "..." Dazai: *gets into the driver's seat* "Let's get back and report." -elsewhere- Steinbeck: "Sorry to be traveling so soon again..." emily: its fine. baum said he'd look after the base. Steinbeck: "Good to know..." *looks at Lovecraft* lovecraft: should i go too? Steinbeck: *smiles* "I wish you could--but I'd feel better knowing you're helping to keep the place safe." lovecraft: ok.... *sits in the bathtub*.....*turns on the water* =.= mmmmmm..... Steinbeck: ^w^ "I feel better already." twain: *sweatdrop* if you say so Hemingway: "THE MIDWEST! HOME OF COWS! THE RUNNING OF THE BULLS!" twain: HECK YEAH!! emily: ^^; Steinbeck: "That was Spain, Hemingway." Hemingway: "I rode that bull from Spain and onto a boat all the way to New York, then onward to the Midwest!" emily: ... not even going to question it. Steinbeck: "What happened to the bull?" Hemingway: "Dinner." emily: .___.;;; Steinbeck: "...Let's just get going..." -elsewhere- Kunikida: *looks up at the stars* atsushi: cant sleep? Kunikida: "No...When the sky is like this, not a bad thing." atsushi: yeah.....so you were a teacher before becoming to the agency? Kunikida: "For a time." atsushi: i can tell...so how did you join the agency? Kunikida: "It's a long story. I simply had skills that were deemed suitable for the Agency." atsushi: hm... Kunikida: "It has been better than teaching in a school..." atsushi:....ranpo told me you had problems with authority. is that true? Kunikida: "...Rather loose way of putting it." atsushi: care to explain? Kunikida: "...What do you think 'ethics' means?" atsushi: um...its doing the right thing? Kunikida: "And who determines what is right?" atsushi:....i dont know Kunikida: "...Agency is the ability to choose right from wrong. You can either be your own agent, or you can follow someone else's orders." atsushi: ... odasaku: .... Kunikida: "I was never one for following rules I found objectionable. So I sought somewhere that would accommodate my personal code of ethics." atsushi: right.... odasaku:.....*small smile* Kunikida: "...You never had a choice whether to join this Agency." atsushi:...but you know, if i were given a choice to do so...i would have still joined. Kunikida: "Hmm. Why is that?" atsushi: call it instinct i guess... Kunikida: "...In the absence of additional evidence, I guess." atsushi: ..... Kunikida: "...Is this where you see yourself in the next 10 years?" atsushi: i guess so? .... *imagines raising a family with lucy* .///////. Kunikida: "...I would like to see you stay on." atsushi: i will. Kunikida: *nods* "Good..." {Lucy: "You're home!" *hands him a baby* "We missed you!"} {atsushi: i missed you both too. *smooooch*} atsushi: .///////////////////////////. Kunikida: "...???" atsushi: >->;;; have you ever been with someone? *slaps a hand over his mouth* Kunikida: "...Did you get Lucy pregnant?" atsushi: NO! *waves hands nervously* WE DIDNT DO ANYTHI- *ahem* we didnt have sex. or anything similar to that. Kunikida: "...Are you asking for advice, or out of curiosity about my past?" atsushi: ....the last one. Kunikida: "...I have not had any long-term relationship, if that answers your question." atsushi:.... {sasaki: *smiles*} Kunikida: "...I suppose enjoying any moments you have is all that can be expected." atsushi:....well....i should call it a night. Kunikida: *nods* "We'll have an early morning." atsushi: good night. -morning- Steinbeck: *tapping his foot* "...What, did he fall into the toilet?" twain: im up! im up! emily: ^^; Steinbeck: "Good. Once Hemingway comes back with breakfast, we can head out--" emily: ah, hes back with our breakfast orders. ^^ Hemingway: "Good morning." *hands Twain a brown paper bag* twain: hash browns! noice! Hemingway: "Miss Emily." *hands another bag* emily: thank you. Steinbeck: "And me?" Hemingway: "Bacon on a biscuit with coffee." -elsewhere- Spirit: "They're still asleep..." soul:....what am i gonna do? Spirit: "You wrote a pretty big check back there..." *sits down* "Can you afford it?" soul:....*sigh* i dont know....i dont know the first thing about raising a kid. i can barely raise myself as it is... Spirit: "..." *nods* "It's not easy..." soul: especially given how they reacted to me......*sigh* Spirit: "Give them time--they just went through a major change, and now you're here offering another big change." soul: fair point.... Spirit: "...When I knew I was having a kid, I thought it would make me grow up. I think...I think it's apparent that's not how that works. Don't make this about you--make it all about them." soul:....right. Spirit: "At least see them when they wake up. Get to know them." soul:....ok. i will. Spirit: "Good...I have to call home. I'll be right back." *hands Soul some money* "Get them something healthy but fun from the commissary." soul:....will do. -elsewhere- Mori: *coloring* Dazai: "..." {Mori: *smiles*} {dazai: ......} {Mori: "Doesn't he have anything to say?"} {elise: boooriiiing~} {dazai:.....*stares at the floor*} {Q: *peeeek from behind mori's leg*} {Mori: "Elise, please--give him time..."} {elise: he's been here so long and he never talks to anyone but that chuuya kid.} {Mori: "Perhaps he's just shy."} {Q: big bwuver! big bwuver!} Mori: *stops coloring* "...All gone." Dazai: "..." Mori: "This crayon. It's all gone." *tosses it* fukuzawa:....thats a lot of red.... Mori: "Well, when you've seen what I have...I don't suppose this is going on any fridge any time soon." fukuzawa:...... Dazai: "Sir...If none of them are there any more, I can imagine where they would go." fukuzawa: ....? Dazai: "There are Mafia bases that I know we can check. Granted, any one of us only knew of a fraction of them..." fukuzawa: hmmm... Dazai: "I can take someone to check......Maybe after the rest get back." -elsewhere- Kyoka: *nomming on toast* aya: nothing like toast on the fire. *nom* Relan: *spreading some peanut butter on his toast* Arthur: *still fishing* shinra: are there any trails to check out? Takehisa: "Yes. There is one with many photograph opportunities." aya: awesome! Kunikida: *zips up his jacket* "Make sure you have on your hiking shoes." atsushi: yes sir. aya: aye aye! Takehisa: "Same for you as well, Shinra--sandals will hurt out there." shinra: ._.;;; Kyoka: "Tamaki, Sylvia, up for it?" tamaki: yeah! sylvia: o-ok... Kyoka: *smiles* "Just be careful on hills and edges..." kenji: ^^ Kunikida: "Let's head out." *pulls out a map* -elsewhere- Motojiro: "Zzz..." leo:...*strokes his head*....*smiles* Motojiro: =w= "Hello..." leo: good morning, <dear> Motojiro: <Sleep well?> leo: *she nods and kisses his forehead* Motojiro: "Mmm~" <What time is it?> -elsewhere- Kurogiri: "This Hibana--no chance she is still funding some nefarious work?" shaula: not that i'm aware. she never calls anymore =3= Kurogiri: "What of the specimens? Are they still overseas?" shaula: most likely. Kurogiri: "Ever recovered one?" shaula:... .w.; no? Kurogiri: "...They weren't destroyed?" shaula:....can you get us there? OwO;;; Kurogiri: =_= *opens a gate* -elsewhere- Kid: *examining video* "I don't see anything yet..." kirika: just watch, its hilarious. Kid: *gets closer to the screen* -a scary face pops out and screams- Kid: "EEP!" *falls back* kirika: *cackling* Kid: "Deceitful!" kirika: i got ya good though, right? Kid: -\\\\\- "N-Not that good..." kirika: aw, come on bro, lighten up. haha. Kid: "Hmph. I'm going to return to sorting my socks..." kirika: *rolls her eyes* -elsewhere- Panda: *tossing a ball into the air* "When's she getting out?" sasori: ..... Panda: "You finished school, Sasori?" sasori:...never got the chance to... Panda: "It's kind of overrated...Wait, I think I'm still enrolled. Sancho, did I miss class?" Sancho: *reading a book* sasori: *sweatdrop* Panda: QwQ "I'm never gonna be honor roll..." *door slams open, squishing him* sasori: !!? inka: heyo~ sasori: ._.; inka: im baaack and glad to be, ugh, school is BO-RING! Sancho: *closes the book* "So what you up for?" Panda: XwX -elsewhere- Kunikida: *whistling on the trail* atsushi: pretty cool, right? Kyoka: "Ooooo..." *shiny eyes* "I can see the horizon." shinra: neat view. Relan: "The sunrise is impressive..." *takes Shinra's hand* shinra: .////. tamaki: i thought it was afternoon? Relan: .\\\\\. "...I was trying to think of a reason to hold Shinra's hand..." shinra: reason accepted. ^////^ Relan: Y\\\\w\\\\Y shinra: but how about this reason? you're adorable and i love you. *cheek smooch* Relan: *sniff* "I love you, too..." -elsewhere- Akitaru: *cleaning up bedrooms* karin: think the kids are having fun? Akitaru: "I'm sure of it--Tamaki loves fish, Shinra likes teasing Tamaki, Relan likes time with Shinra, and Arthur likes lore..." karin: and uncle takehisa? Akitaru: "He's quite good at fishing--so he'll have a blast." karin: that's good. ^^ Akitaru: "You take that trip often?" karin: hm? fishing? on rare occasions. been a while since i last went to be honest. Akitaru: "How about camping?" karin: that i have done. i went on a nature study trip with nozomi up in the wooded areas of the city. Akitaru: "Good research?" karin: we had a blast. ^^ Akitaru: "Cool...Maybe next time bring Nozomi with the fishing trip..." karin: im sure she'd love it. ^^ Akitaru: "..." *looks at her* "I'm glad you're there for her." karin: of course, she's family after all. Akitaru: "And that's what matters..." *looks around Shinra's room before pulling out the vacuum* -elsewhere- Wes: "And they'll cover for your class?" liz: yeah. im so excited! >w< Wes: "Hee hee..." *holds her hand* "Passport ready?" liz: yep. Wes: "Then we're off..." *opens the car door for her* -elsewhere- Foien: *moving his arm* sachiko: how do you feel, mr li? Foien: "Weird...It's kind of numb when I move the fingers--...It must just be nerves or something..." sachiko: thats to be expected. Foien: "...I'm just glad to have it. I don't want to ignore this opportunity." sachiko: *reading his chart* Foien: "...Any red flags?" sachiko: no. you're good to go. Foien: "Great! I guess I wait for my ride?" -elsewhere- Spirit: "Izumi, you got some mail from DWMA..." izumi: awesome! Spirit: "Probably your course schedule?" izumi: *reads it* Letter: *--after the salutation--* "--your stage name has been approved--" *and it was signed with a goofy lord death doodle* izumi: yes! Spirit: "Good news?" izumi: my stage name's been approved! Spirit: "??? I didn't realize you had signed up--" -Stage name: Izumi Albarn- Spirit: *stunned* izumi:...dad? Spirit: *starts crying* izumi: dad? whats wrong?! Spirit: "I'm just--so...That's...amazing..." izumi:...thanks dad. Spirit: *blubbering, hug* izumi: !!.....*hug* ^^ Spirit: "I'm so proud of you..." izumi: *smiles* Spirit: "H-Have you told your mother?" izumi: i'll tell her when she gets home. Spirit: "...I don't take away from this, but...will she be okay? I don't want her to think I'm replacing her name..." izumi: trust me, the sooner we can get our last name changed, the better. Spirit: "..." *nods* "...WAIT, WHAT?!" .\\\\\. izumi: 737 *whistling* Spirit: .\\\\\. >\\\\< "J-Just go wash up for dinner, young lady!" izumi: will do, dad. -elsewhere- Damon: *curled up in a blanket* becky:.... soul: *knocks* hey kiddos. becky: *throws a pillow at him* buzz off! Damon: "..." *pulls the blanket over his chin but stares at Soul* soul:....i got some lunchables for you. Damon: "..." *stomach growls* becky:...what kind? Damon: "Pizza?" soul: one pizza and one nachos. want me to heat them up for you? becky: i eat the nachos cold. Damon: "C-Cold, please..." soul:...ok then. *hands them the boxes* here you go. Damon: "...Th-Th-Than..." soul:...you're welcome. becky:...*nom* =n= Damon: "..." *nom* =w= soul:...*weak smile* Damon: "...Mister?" soul: hm? Damon: "W-Water?" becky: they come with capri suns, remember? Damon: "I-I know! I just...want water, too..." soul: coming right up, kiddo. Damon: .\\\\. *huddles* -elsewhere- Chuuya: "..." sonia: i had lots of fun in class today. Chuuya: *smiles* "I'm glad. You know learning is going to be important for you, right?” sonia: *nod nod* Chuuya: *pats her head* "And I want you to do something with your life that you really enjoy..." sonia: ^^ Chuuya: "And I think Kajii will help figure that out...But for now, what you up for dinner?" -elsewhere- Yohei: *asleep on the couch* chie:....*forehead kiss* Yohei: "Mmm..." *yawns* "Hello..." chie: *smiles* hey cutie. Yohei: "Sorry...Was I asleep long?" -elsewhere- Yumi: "Hello, Christa." christa: hi aunt yummy ^^ marie: ^^ Yumi: *smiles* "How are you?" marie: doing well. shiori: hihi. christa: hi shiowi! Yumi: "You two get to play today..." *looks at Marie* "Time to talk?" marie: sure, whats up? Yumi: "There are...important tasks coming up. We may have a mission." marie: *nods* Yumi: "There are...important tasks coming up. We may have a mission." marie: *nods* Yumi: "Soul and Spirit already checked the town. I've had a perimeter set to explore miles out from there..." marie: right. Yumi: "I can have someone at the Mansion babysit...I'll certainly need someone to keep an eye on Shiori..." marie: *she nods* Yumi: "..." *sighs* *watches the children* -they seem to be having fun- Yumi: "..." *smiles* "Shiori's been expanding her vocabulary." marie: *smiles* Yumi: "How was Christa's last visit to her doctor?" marie: it went well. Yumi: "She looks healthy. And getting taller." marie: hard to believe she'll be starting preschool this fall... Yumi: "She'll get a chance to make new friends..." marie: ^^ Yumi: "Shiori will have to wait a bit..." -elsewhere- Jun: "--and that also starts with 'A.' Do you know other words starting with 'A,' Mafura?" mafura: apple? Jun: "Heh...And let's look at where else 'A' is." *writes "Takuto" and "Mafura" on the chalkboard* -elsewhere- Wes: *looks in the window* "Beautiful, isn't it?" liz: yeah... Wes: "Care to try it on?" liz: YES. Wes: *opens the door* "Wait until you see other surprises~" liz: >u< *Fine music plays inside, as Wes guides Liz to a tailor* liz: *smiles* Tailor: *she looks up* "Oh, finally--let's get you measured." -elsewhere- Kunikida: -_-# "How does one [Arthur] get poison ivy confused with other leaves?" shinra: this is nothing compared to other things. Arthur: "I thought it was magic..." *scratching* -elsewhere- Tanizaki: *leans back in his chair* "No luck..." yosano: .... Tanizaki: "Any other former Mafia sites to check?" Dazai: *knocking his head against the wall* naomi: there is an empty casino owned by one of their executives. Dazai: "...Uuuuuuuuugh, that dick." yosano: oh? Dazai: "Some Mafia prick. We tried to stay away from him." yosano: is that right? Dazai: "Think Mori. Only with more chains and slavery." yosano: .....good god. Dazai: "You'd be amazed what you could get away with..." *opens a cabinet, takes out a shotgun* yosano: .... Dazai: "And we'll need a grenade or two in case he gets whiny." yosano: noted. so it's just you and me going? Dazai: "It's for the best. The rest can check other sites." yosano: right. Tanizaki: "We'll correspond and alert the others if we see anything." yosano: *nods* Dazai: *dons shades* "We roll." -elsewhere- Adam: *shaking* lydia: whats gotten into you? Adam: "I'm cold..." lydia: well, it will be spring next month... Adam: "Ah-ah-AH-CHOO!" *sneezes--fire* lydia: ._.; Adam: *sniff* "I hate colds..." =_= -elsewhere- Akutagawa: *grumbles* pushkin: whats biting him? Gin: "Let's review. He may not kill. He is stuck here. He does not get to see the Were-Tiger." pushkin: that's rough. Gin: "He just needs a distraction..." pushkin: maybe i can tell him a story my sister used to tell me? Gin: "...Explain." pushkin: she studies unusual phenomenons and incidents, and one story stuck out. The tale of the white eyed princess of the mysterious tower. granted i dont remember all the details in full... ^^; Gin: *sigh* "It'll hold his attention..." Akutagawa: "..." pushkin: heeeeey ryuuuuuuu. OwO wanna hear a story? Akutagawa: "If it's about the time you tried to kill me, I already know how that one ends." pushkin: (he's still holding a grudge on me?!) no-no-no! its a story my older sister zhanna told me once! Akutagawa: "...Okay." -according to rumors, there exists a mysterious tower somewhere in the world. the exact location of the place is unknown to many, but it is said a witch with white eyes inhabits it. they say she has the ability to draw things and turn them into a reality. one day, she met a strange person who offered her a deal- pushkin: and that's all i remember. ^^; Akutagawa: "...Why did they have to be white eyes?" pushkin: *shrug* dont ask me, im not the one coming up with legends like this. if you want more details, you should ask zhanna....but if you do meet her, can you leave out the bit of me having been part of the rats? she would kill me if she found out about that. ^~^;;; Akutagawa: "What, she doesn't like mass-murdering terrorists run by a bleeding Russian jackass?" pushkin: >3< i had my reasons! Gin: "...Granted, if his sister knew that he was in the Mafia, would that be any good?" Akutagawa: "Hmm. Fair point." pushkin: ^-^;;;;;; Akutagawa: "...Thank you for the distraction." pushkin: any time, friend. ^^; Akutagawa: "Don't push it." pushkin: that's fair. ^-^;;;;; -elsewhere- Kunikida: "All is about packed. We missing anything?" atsushi: nope. kenji: all set. Kyoka: *still hugging Tamaki* "I am bringing her back." sylvia: .-.;;;; tamaki: =A= shinra: we're both going back to death city... *sweatdrop* Relan: ^^; "Don't correct her. She looks so happy..." tamaki: >n<# Arthur: *sitting in a washbasin in the back of the Matchbox, dosed in oatmeal* -elsewhere- Damon: "Zzz..." becky: ..... Damon: *yawns* becky:...*pap pap*...hey, damon? Damon: *yawns* "Hm?" becky: do you think we can trust that shark tooth weirdo? Damon: "...Heh. His teeth are weird..." becky: yeah...still, do you think we can trust him? Damon: "...He had food. He hasn't hurt us...has he?" becky:...i guess not.... Damon: "...Weird he said he would let us live with him..." becky: ..... Damon: "..." *sniffs...hugs Becky* becky:....*hug* soul: *outside* .....*sigh*..... -elsewhere- Wes: *holds up his glass* "Excellent performance, everyone. Cheers!" liz: *claps* ^^ Wes: *smiles at Liz* liz: ^////^ -elsewhere- yosano: this it here? Dazai: "The elevator will need a code or else it will trigger an explosion. So--" *picks up Yosano, drops her in front of the elevator door panel, runs back a few yards, shouts--* "I'LL CALL OUT A FEW RANDOM NUMBERS! GOOD LUCK!" yosano: D8< Dazai: "WHAT?! YOU CAN SURVIVE ANYTHING! AND EXPLODING HURTS TOO MUCH AS AN OPTION!" yosano: ..... *light bulb* *pulls out her blush and dusts the buttons* Dazai: "...OOOOH! Smart! Make the buttons feel all pretty! That'll stop the explosion!" yosano: -_-; *looks for fingerprints* -the 5 and 0 show up the most- yosano: how many numbers are used in the code? Dazai: "FOUR!" yosano: alright then....5, 0, 5, 0? -it works- yosano: huh. Dazai: "Good work! Let's get inside!" *steps into the elevator* -amazingly, elevator music still plays- Dazai: "...So...You ever gamble much, Doc?" yosano: i have won a few poker games. Dazai: "Lucky. I do pretty well against some marks--Atsushi. Kenji. Ango. A few I couldn't beat, though..." yosano: oh? Dazai: "..." {Dazai: "Oh, come on, Oda!"} {odasaku: alright.} {naoya: 737#} {Dazai: "Yay! I'm gonna have a clean sweep!" *cuts the deck*} -ding- yosano:......!!!!!!!!!!!! Dazai: "...My God..." yosano: *gags* Dazai: "..." *looks at a spot on the wall* -the bodies look like they've been here a long while...- Dazai: "What the hell...That decomposition..." yosano: they have to be several months old.... Dazai: "So, not the recent...thing that happened to Chuuya." yosano: shall we keep going? -she takes a keycard from one of the corpses- Dazai: *follows* yosano: ...... -the door at the end of the hall is open- Dazai: "..." *looks at the floor leading into the room* -there is blood all over. dried.- yosano:....!!!! -the corpse of a young girl lays on the floor. and ace's body still hangs from the ceiling- Dazai: "..." *points* "The one on the ceiling is Ace." yosano: so he's dead.....looks like he's been dead for a while.....and this girl.... Dazai: "Her throat..." yosano: ....do you think there's cameras? Dazai: *nods* "Will have to check a few more doors..." -elsewhere- Hyde: "Okay, we got Easter candy already, so unpack and shelve it." ochako: right! Hyde: "Just glad they didn't melt while seated here--" *pulls out--* "Wait..." *holds up Bunny Peeps* "...What won't they Peep?" ochako: *sweatdrop* bunny peeps are already a thing. they have been for a while now. Hyde: "Hey, hard not to forget--everything is a Peep now. Peep Snowmen, Peep Bats, Peep Turkey. Like a literal turkey dinner made of only marshmallows." ochako: *chuckles* Hyde: *smiles* "Granted, I've heard weirder. You ever heard of marshmallows on yams?" ochako: *bleugh* nasty. Hyde: "Or _pineapples_ on yams?" -elsewhere- Kafka: "Walter and I have a way of organizing who finished which document." goethe: oh? Kafka: *holds up a file* "This is mine. Notice the careful penmanship, the alphabetized files, illustrations clearly labeled. And now, Walter's--" *holds up a file folder with stickers and flowery writing--and glitter...glitter pouring out of the folder* "..." *the glitter keeps falling until it forms a puddle at Kafka's feet* goethe: fancy. Walter: ^w^ "Which is better, sir?" goethe:...walter's is more amusing to me. Kafka: T~T "But mine is informative..." goethe: yours is also boring. Kafka: "IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE BORING! WORK IS BORING!" goethe: 7u7 Walter: ^w^;; "Work can be fun...You just need some pixie dust--" Kafka: "Do not--!" *PFFT* Kafka: *now has glitter blown onto his face* -_-# -elsewhere- Tanizaki: "No report...How about you, Ranpo?" ranpo: nothin' Tanizaki: "Nuts..." *drawing points on a map* -elsewhere- Relan: "Zzz..." *asleep in the passenger's seat* shinra:....u////u tamaki: *texting* Takehisa: "..." *looks in the rearview, spots them all* "..." *looks back at the road* Arthur: *scratching* -elsewhere- Kunikida: "--and in the future trips, be sure to work on your upper body strength to block better. I don't want another case in which Kyoka was able to get the drop on you when--" atsushi: TT.TT yes sir. Kyoka: "--and we can get our hair cut and find you a kimono--" sylvia: that sounds nice. *small smile* Kyoka: ^^ "Aya, interested?" aya: sounds awesome! Kyoka: "..." *sniff* sylvia: m-miss kyouka? Kyoka: *happy tears* "I'm fine..." sylvia: ... atsushi:...*small smile* Kunikida: "..." *looks at the road* "Hmm...Rain coming soon." atsushi: yeah... Kunikida: "We'll pull over at the rest stop and see if it passes..." atsushi: *nods* ...... -elsewhere- Dazai: *examining footage* "..." yosano:.....so dostoyevsky was here.... Dazai: "Of course he was..." yosano: and he stole that file.....*zooms in*...... .______.;;; oh shit. Dazai: "Oh no..." yosano: fuuuck this is bad. if he knows the mafia's abilities.... Dazai: "No wonder he anticipated us..." yosano:....*looking up files on the people working there* Dazai: "Ace liked to keep people around he could bully..." yosano: including oprhan children it seems... -the file shows garnette. the name reads 'Fiona Cunningham'- Dazai: "Orphans..." ("Odasaku...Atsushi...") yosano: good riddance to him then... Dazai: "..." *starts looking through files* -elsewhere- *The hotel door opens--with Wes carrying Liz bridal style* liz: hehehe~<3 Wes: *smiles, kissing her cheek* "Only the best..." *carries her inside, kicking the door shut behind him...the lights pop on automatically at a lower level* liz: oh~ Wes: *sets her down on the couch* "But all that standing..." *sits at the foot of the couch, untying his shoes and taking them and his socks off* "Leaves me sore." liz: *licks lips* Wes: *stares at her lips* "Hmm...You know..." *unbuttons his shirt, as he leans over to her face* "There is the hot tub..." liz: i would like that~ Wes: "Then let me help you..." *his fingers reach for the string at the back of her dress* "...while you help me out of these..." -morning- Hibana: *shivering in bed, muttering in her sleep* gabriella: *spooning her* Hibana: *heavy breathing...then opens her eyes* "Ga-Gab?" gabriella: im here. Hibana: "..." *sniff* "S-Sorry...Nightmares." gabriella: *hug* Hibana: "..." *holds onto her* -elsewhere- Dazai: *lays out the documents* atsushi:.... Dazai: "Gruesome, huh?" odasaku: .............................. atsushi: this is fucked up... Dazai: "Understatement...Those kids..." atsushi: ........ Dazai: "...Like a goddamn curse." atsushi: ......all the more reason to stop him. Dazai: "He's locked up...but he's still scheming..." -elsewhere- Fyodor: *staring at the floor* guard: ....... Fyodor: *looks up at the door* "..." guard: *saying nothing* Fyodor: "Where is the usual guard?" guard: her location isnt your business. Fyodor: "Hmm...Out sick, then." guard: (sick is right....they shouldnt be putting kids in charge of guarding dangerous sociopaths....) Fyodor: "I'm just glad they sent someone to watch me who is so good at their job." guard: ....(nice try buddy, i aint playing your games) Fyodor: "Although I'm sure it's difficult for your two-year-old." guard: ?! Fyodor: "What does little Jessica say when she sees you leave? 'No'? Or 'Bye-bye'?" guard: *trying to keep composure* Fyodor: "I'm sure the daycare on 42nd Street is giving her all the attention she needs. But I really hate that one employee. She forgets to lock the door after she steps outside during naptime..." guard: ..... Fyodor: "Want me to ask someone to keep the door locked? I could send someone over--" guard: i'll handle it, thanks. *exits* Fyodor: "Leaving so soon?" guard: *ignoring him* Fyodor: *smiles innocently* -elsewhere- Wes: "Mmm..." *turns over in bed* *smooch* liz: =///w///= wes~ Wes: "Liz..." *spoons* -elsewhere- Spirit: "Zzz..." sachiko: zzzzz Spirit: *yawns...* *turns over, his chest against her back* sachiko: mmm... Spirit: *hug* "Mornin'..." Spirit: "Sleep okay?" sachiko: yeah *snuggle* Spirit: *holds her* "Busy day? Or... sachiko: you bet. Spirit: "...How about I help start it well?" sachiko: oh~? Spirit: "Yes..." *takes her wrist, stroking it* sachiko: =///= Spirit: *kisses along her wrist and up her arm* sachiko: *giggle* Spirit: "Who's a happy girl~?" *kisses up to her neck* sachiko: ah~ Spirit: *his hand reaches for her back, tugging down...* izumi: guys its breakf-..... ._. sachiko: 0///0;;; Spirit: O\\\\\o "...GET OUT!" izumi: *slowly closes the door*....ew. sachiko: sweetie go make yourself some toast! izumi: will do! and i'll run to school with it in my mouth. -elsewhere- Kid: *adjusts his tie* stocking: busy day? Kid: "Quite a bit. Death Scythes are out on missions or coming back from them..." stocking: ah. and i have classes to teach... Kid: "And I have a long meeting..." *holds her hand* "...I may not get home until you're in bed." stocking: i'll be sure to wait for you. Kid: *smiles* "If you need to sleep...I'll try not to wake you." *holds her hand* -elsewhere- Relan: "Shinra is still napping." shinra: *snoozing like a kitten* iris:...(cute...) Relan: *hands Iris a blanket* iris: *puts it over him* shinra: *BIG KITTY YAWN* =w= Relan: *smiles* -elsewhere- Tsuyuki: *passed out at his desk* tinker:...*puts a little bunny plushie on his desk* Tsuyuki: "P..." tinker: ? Tsuyuki: "Pa..." tinker:....*hug* Tsuyuki: *calms down* -elsewhere- Rin: *carrying bento boxes* konekomaru: awesome! Rin: "Right?! Going to be one big honking meal!" shiemi: thanks for the food. ^^ Rin: "Not a prob! Izumo?" *holds up a box* "It's good~" izumo:.... *nom* thanks. Bon: "..." Rin: ^^; "Just glad you're back in class." izumo: i thought it would be a little later, but ok... Bon: "Don't over-exert yourself. Don't want to have to drag you to the infirmary." izumo: -n- Rin: "In any case..." *takes out his homework* "What was the answer for #4?" -elsewhere- Mori: *coloring* fukuzawa: .... Mori: *holds up the paper* "This path..." *traces a line* "...would have been an escape path from the casino, if that was useful information." fukuzawa: hmmm... Mori: "...I know. It's all sewer works. I can't figure it out..." fukuzawa: we'll see if we can get someone from city planning to help us out... Mori: *nods* "Yes. For the best..." -elsewhere- Allison: "Any better?" erina: i think so..... Allison: *sets down tea* "...Maybe it's too much..." erina:.... *she sighs* during the prison riot.....fyodor kissed me. Allison: "...What the fuck?" erina: he said he would keep me safe while everything was going crazy....and now i think _i'm_ going crazy. he's in my head alli....he's in my fucking head! Allison: "C-Calm down! I'm sure it's just, you know, like a...schoolgirl crush or something?" erina: i keep thinking about him. am i sick? i keep thinking i see him everywhere... Allison: "..." *leans closer, takes her hands* "Look at me." erina: ..... Allison: "He's not here. You're safe here. And if you do see him...then we'll get you the help you need." erina: .......... Allison: "...How many more sick days can you take?" erina: i-i dont know.... Allison: "...Want to find a different job?" erina: i might have to, if i end up being fired for this... Allison: "...That may be for the better, if this guy is getting to you like this..." erina: ....r-right.....*shivers* Allison: "...Want me to stay?" erina:....yeah........to be honest....there's a part of me that wants to see him again.... Allison: "...Why?" erina: its...hard to say....*blushing* Allison: "...Oh, God, you're hot for him?" erina: .... Q/////Q im so fucked up.... Allison: "You got to quit, Erina. And you need to get laid." erina: TT~TT Allison: "..." *hug* -elsewhere- Motojiro: "--which is what makes it a sonnet: the 14 lines and the rhyme scheme." sonia: *nod nod* Motojiro: "The sonnet is usually a love poem, but there are people who make it rather comedic. Take the insults Shakespeare includes in Sonnet 130--" sonia: ?? Gin: *walks inside* Motojiro: *reads the poem aloud* "--Now, we see that Shakespeare is saying his mistress is _nothing_ like ideal beauty." Gin: ._.# Motojiro: "Such as by calling his lover's breasts as being like 'dun.'" leo:... ^^; ..... O-O;;;; *tries to get him to stop with hand motions as if to warn him* Motojiro: "And yet despite her un-rosy cheeks, reeking breath, and wiry hair, he still loves her--" *spots Leo* "...What? Is there a moth in the room?" leo: *point point* Motojiro: "..." *looks around* Gin: -_-# Motojiro: "Hello, Gin! Care to listen to sonnets--" Gin: *grabs Motojiro by his tie* Motojiro: .w.;;;; -too violent to show- leo: D8> sonia: ._.; Motojiro: *stuffed inside a beaker* "And after recess, we'll review how to use temperatures to remove one's head from common laboratory instruments!" ^w^;;;; Gin: -\\\\- sonia: whats wrong, aunt gin? Gin: *pats Sonia's head* "Never say any of that to a woman, Sonia." sonia: ok. leo: *helping kajii out of his predicament* Motojiro: *muffled voice* "Thank you, my lemon gumdrop--OUCHIE!" leo: *hug* better <love>? Motojiro: <Much~> *his head is now thin and tiny like the Muppet Beaker* leo: ^^; *kiss* Motojiro: =\\\w\\\= *head re-inflates to normal* -elsewhere- Alone: "So, why do you call yourselves 'Villains'? Isn't that a bit on the nose?" tomura: we dont make the rules here. so dont ask me. twice: yeah, its ridiculous, but thats how things work here so just roll with it. Alone: "So who does make the rules? Is it Mister Misty?" tomura: *growls in annoyance* kurome: hi puppy. ^u^ Alone: *waves* "Hi, tiny person!" ^w^ kurome: *she wants up* Alone: .w. *picks her up* kurome: ^u^ Alone: *bounce bounce* kurome: *laughs* Alone: "Hee hee--" Kurogiri: *judgy dad stare* Alone: .w.;;; -elsewhere- Lucy: *opens the Agency door* "..." -_-# "Okay. I see a lot of paperwork all over your table. You know what I don't see?" *holds up a tray of food and drinks* "NUTRITION." atsushi: yes ma'am! *nom* Lucy: ^w^ "Good." *serious angry face is back, as she growls at the others--* "EAT." kenji: *already eating* ^u^ naomi: ^u^;;;; Tanizaki: Q_Q *nom* *whispers to Atsushi* "Your girlfriend is insistent..." -elsewhere- aya: *writing notes* Teacher: "Okay, class, we have a new student today--" -a young girl appears...elizaveta- elizaveta: hello. my name is Erika Ayanami. its nice to meet you all. ^^ Teacher: ^^ "Thank you, Erika. Please have a seat over there--" elizaveta: *sits next to aya and smiles at her* aya: *small wave* elizaveta: do you want to be friends? aya: i..guess? elizaveta: YAY! Teacher: "You'll be working in teams of two on today's science assignment. Please open your books to page 148--" -elsewhere- Damon: *shaking, small whimper* -soft piano music is heard- Damon: "???" *listens* "..." *walks out of the bedroom* becky: ?? soul: *playing piano* Damon: *stops shaking...just listening* becky: .... Damon: "..." *inches nearer* soul: *still playing* Damon: *leans more around the corner--and stumbles with a small thud* "Whoops!" soul: !! *turns* becky: you ok? Damon: *nods* "Ye-Yeah. Thanks." *spots Soul* "!!! S-Sorry..." soul: *offers hand out* its alright, buddy. *smiles* come on, lets get you up. Damon: "..." *holds up a hand* soul: *helps him up* you alright? Damon: *nods* "...That music was...kind of weird sounding." soul: oh? how so? Damon: "...Kind of dark?" soul: huh...did you like it? Damon: "..." *nods* becky: .... soul: do you want me to play something else? Damon: *nods* soul: any requests? Damon: "..." .\\\. " 'Twinkle Twinkle'?" soul: ok then. *playing it* becky:....*small smile* -elsewhere- Foien: *waves* dia: how is it? Foien: "So far, so good. I do have to do maintenance on it, and check in with my, um, 'mechanic' every two days to start..." dia: ah. ruby: neato. you're just like the main hero of the manga i'm reading right now! Foien: "Really? Which one?" ruby: the one about the alchemists. Foien: "Oooooooh. ... I kind of like the first anime more." pearl: i like both seasons. ^^; dia: -.-; Karim: "...The first film was awful." -elsewhere- Mr. Tsubaki: *scampers down the hall in fox form* O~O eckleburg: ?? something up, lil guy? *Daisy can be heard screaming around the corner* Daisy: "WHERE IS THAT FURRY LITTLE BASTARD?!" Mr. Tsubaki: Q_____Q eckleburg: oh. oh dear. ._.;; Daisy: *marches forward, holding a broken leash...covered in mud...missing a shoe* eckleburg: miss daisy are you alright? Daisy: "Fitzgerald had me babysitting that furball--and then he went berserk! He ran so fast he dragged me through mud, dirt, and whatever else--and now I'm an f'ing mess and--and--AND WHERE THE HELL DOES FITZGERALD KEEP HIS GUNS, BECAUSE I NEED TO DO SOME FOX HUNTING RIGHT THE FUCK NOW!" eckleburg: now now, lets try and be rational here. ^^;;;;; Daisy: "I am rational--THE BEAST HAS TO DIE!" Mr. Tsubaki: Q____Q *hides behind Eckleburg--the remains of his leash wrapping around his ankles* eckleburg: you're scaring him, miss daisy...and me. Daisy: "That's the point! You got to scare these craven little rodents to show them obedience!" *fire in her eyes* *The leash is now around Eckleburg's ankles--and Mr. Tsubaki bumps him slightly* Mr. Tsubaki: ._.; eckleburg: ah- *falls* Daisy: *slow motion* "Oh, fuuuuuuuuuuu--" *CRASH* eckleburg: ._.;;;; louisa: what happ-.... ._.; um... Daisy: *pinned down by Eckleburg* "..." *looks up* "Louisa. Take the fox to get bathed to get the mud off of him. Ignore what you see right now. I'm taking the rest of the day off to get this mess off of me." louisa: o...kay? eckleburg: *getting off daisy* OHGODIAMSOSORRYABOUTTHATITWASANACCIDENTPLEASEDONTTELLANYONE Daisy: "..." *still on the floor* "...You now have mud on you, and I am still on the floor. Help me up." Mr. Tsubaki: *hides behind Louisa* -elsewhere- yana: *streeeetch* ah.... Ivan: <Young Master?> yana: <ya?> Ivan: <How do you feel?> yana: <exhausted> Ivan: <Then let your faithful servant make it better! I will cook you any meal~> yana: just make me whatever. im still tired. oh, and bring me my laptop. Ivan: *hands her the laptop* "Here you are! I'll make you some muffins! With jam inside..." yana: cool. thanks vanyusha. Ivan: ^w^ *exits* yana:... (i guess he's serving fyodor through me.....the least i can do for him is to humor him...) Ivan: *humming in the kitchen* lydia: <so, vetya is on recon now. and gogol's doing whatever he was tasked with...> {Gogol: <Guess who's going to check the sights? THIS ONE!>} {elizaveta: Kyu-pi-pi! >v<} {Gogol: <Be good at school, child--if someone gives you shit, cut off only one finger.>} {elizaveta: <ok, kolya!>} {lydia: <gogol, is it really a good idea to let her go by herself?>} {Gogol: <Sure! It'll build character for her--and get us information about certain people~>} {lydia: <perhaps....but she has no ability to defend herself if she runs into trouble, nor is she able to bring leila with her...>} {Gogol: <Hmm...Hope she knows a little hand-to-hand...>} Ivan: "MUFFINS!" lydia: im sorry, my mind was elsewhere, what? Ivan: "I made them with jam inside!" lydia: ah. i...see. -elsewhere- oguri:....nnh..... {oguri: *staring in horror* ah....} {???: <Time to clean up...>} {oguri: y-you-...} {???: *grins* "Guess who I am~?"} {oguri: who are-} {???: "THAT IS THE CORRECT ANSWER! I am nobody! I am he who shall not be named! I am--drumroll please--GOGOL!"} {oguri: ....who are you and what do you want?} {Gogol: "..." -_- "What, the quiz wasn't entertaining? *sigh* My work of cleaning up messes is never appreciated..."} {oguri: cleaning up messes? looks more like you just _caused_ a mess!} {Gogol: " 'Mess' as in anyone who knows about our next course of action~"} {oguri: 'our'....then, you're with the rats as well?} {Gogol: "More or less~ We are the Decay of Angels..."} {oguri: *his stomach drops* !!!!! *he grabs the walkie talkie* RANPO! ranpo can you hear me?! the agency's going to get a big mission soon, DO NOT TAKE IT! IF YOU DO THE AGENCY WILL BE-} oguri: nnngh.... *opens his eyes* nhuuh...what....what happened...? *It's quiet...but there is a rank smell* oguri: *tries to get up....but he's tied to the chair* (shit.....those fuckers played me.....) *There is a puddle at his feet...Looks like blood* oguri: *groan* (am i going to die this way?....i dont want to die like this...yokomizo...ranpo...what do i do? im scared...) *tears falling* {???: "I think what I like most about you..."} {oguri: ??} {*Yokomizo smiles*} oguri: *crying to himself* i dont want to be alone here. im scared... {Yokomizo: "Even when things are at their lowest, even when you're such a pessimist, you give me hope." *smiles* } oguri: *hic* uuuuu..... *silence in the room...but it sounds like...a heater?* oguri: ??? *the radiator is rattling* oguri: !!! *shuffles chair away* *The radiator keeps rattling--then sputters and grows silent* oguri:....huh.....*looks around*....(where exactly is this?) *There are no windows...One light bulb hangs* oguri: .....(damn....how long was i even out?) *There's a bucket...Something smells* oguri:....(gross....) *glances to the door* *The door is...pink?* oguri:.... (weird choice.....) *scoots chair over to try to listen* *It sounds like Russian* oguri: ...... ???: *mutter mutter mutter--* "Fyodor." oguri: !!!! ???: "Just a bit longer..." -elsewhere- Kid: "Missions have been assigned." homura: *nods* Kid: "You okay with this task?" homura: yes. Kid: *nods* "Thank you." *hands her a file* "Keep an eye on them..." homura: *examines the file* *It's of the city after the Kishin attack* -elsewhere- Arthur: "--and the scratching has finally stopped." komori: [good to know] Arthur: *nods* "Thank you for the ointment. Were things okay while we were out?" komori: [no one died] Arthur: "Excellent." *whispers* "I had bet on Victor being the one to be horribly injured." -elsewhere- Free: "Ready to play?" milia: ^u^ Free: "So, you'll have to move the piece from here to Home--and if you bump into someone's piece, you say 'Sorry'!" milia: got it! Free: "Take the first hit on the dice..." eruka: ^u^ Free: "...and give it a roll!" -elsewhere- Chuuya: "--and that's hardly the worst he has ever taught." naoya: well, sonia seems happy though. Chuuya: "True--and that's why I'm happy with all of this." naoya: *nod* Chuuya: "...How are repairs going on your ride?" naoya: she's lookin good. ^u^ Chuuya: *smiles* "Any spot you found down here to test it out?" naoya: still looking... Chuuya: "You would think these fools would keep something like that--even a garage." naoya: its possible. Chuuya: "..." *takes a flashlight* "Might as well look around..." -elsewhere- Magaki: *sips tea, thumbing through their textbook* tsubaki: how are you? Magaki: "Okay. I received the new book." *holds it up open* "I understand some words better, give or take a verb tense." tsubaki: that's good. ^^ Magaki: "How are you?" tsubaki: doing well Magaki: *nods* "Is your family well?" tsubaki: *she nods* Magaki: "What do you do for work, aside from missions?" tsubaki: i guess full-time mom. ^^; Magaki: "...Rather young for that." *small smile* tsubaki: *chuckle* Magaki: "Is Black Star a good 'father'?" tsubaki: .///. i suppose so. Magaki: "Hmm. He seems honorable, although a little more childish than I expect of parental figures." tsubaki: to each their own, i guess. ^^; Magaki: "I guess. The 'kids' like you both?" tsubaki: *nod* Magaki: "Is it weird that many of them, as vampires, are probably older than you?" tsubaki: i dont think that at all. Magaki: "...I guess they really respect you. Good." -elsewhere- Yukio: *grading* seiya: busy day? Yukio: "Looks like it. The papers keep coming in..." -elsewhere- Kunikida: *crossing X's on a map* naomi: any luck? Kunikida: "No. Locations are empty, and any vagabonds have no reliable information. I'm still curious whether one of them is not former Mafia..." naomi:.... Kunikida: *crossing X's on a map* naomi: any luck? Kunikida: *sighs* "Let's take a break." *pulls up the news* -it seems a murder has occurred- Kunikida: "..." *scrolls down* -a young legislator was found dead five minutes after being excused from a meeting. his skin on the upper half of his body was sliced off and sewn back on inside out.- naomi: *covers her mouth* Kunikida: "Horrifying..." *flips back a page to some evidence* -elsewhere- Gogol: ^w^ elizaveta: im back from school~! Gogol: <Welcome! How was it?> elizaveta: <i found the girl from the agency!> Gogol: <D'aw! How did it go?> elizaveta: <im making friends with her like yanyan told me to. i cant wait to invite her here!> Gogol: owo; <...That was part of the plan?> elizaveta: *puppy eyes* Gogol: "..." <Not the puppy eyes!> elizaveta: *puppy eyes intensify* Gogol: <A-Ask Yana!> *covers his eyes* >_< elizaveta: oookaaaay. YANYAAAAN! yana: hn? Gogol: >\\\\\< <Cursed adorable children...> elizaveta: can i invite my new friend aya over? yana: sure. that's why i sent you after all. elizaveta: YAY! Ivan: <Shall I provide them with the proper chair?> *holds up a chair with spikes, an electrical chair head-dome, and straps* yana: *chop to the shoulder* <no. not that chair. save that for someone else.> Ivan: >3< <I would, but you all say the harlot is pregnant--> -ear tug- yana: <behave> Ivan: Q___Q <Yes, Tiny Master...> -elsewhere- Kid: *yawns, walking into the Mansion* stocking: *asleep on the couch* Kid: "..." *scoops her carefully off the couch* stocking: zzzzz....waffle island...here i come....zzzz.... Kid: *smiles* *carries her to their bed* stocking: *she seems cozy* Kid: ^\\\^ *sets her down in bed, climbs in next to her* stocking: mmmn...kid? Kid: "I'm here..." stocking: mmm... *nuzzles next to him* missed you... Kid: "Missed you, too..." *hug* stocking: mmmmm~<3 *kiss* Kid: "Mmm..." ^\\\^ *smooch* -morning- Yohei: *yawns* "Hey, little guy..." toru: zzzzz chie: hey sweetie. *picks toru up and kisses his forehead* sleepy? toru: *yaaawn* muma? chie: ^^ Yohei: *smiles* "Fine vocabulary you're developing, smart guy..." -elsewhere- guard: it's crazy... Guard #2: "???" guard: no one wants to go near _that_ prisoner. jeff just broke within a day. his wife found him with the top half of his head blown off... Guard #2: "Shit...But he's locked up here..." guard: that's the thing, he knows how to get into your head. hes like a russian Hannibal lector... Guard #2: *shudders* "...Wish they'd kill him already..." guard: yeah....no kidding.... Guard #2: "Who even is on duty for him today?" guard: no one wants to do it. ???: i am. Guard #2: "???" -its erina- Guard #2: "You're back at work?" erina:....yeah.... Guard #2: "...You're crazy. But hey, better you than me..." erina:....*walks over to fyodor's cell* .... Fyodor: *looks up* erina:...hey... Fyodor: "Hello. I have not seen you here in some time." erina: yeah.... Fyodor: "How are you?" erina: .....been well... Fyodor: "...You don't look well. Forgive me for saying." erina:...didnt sleep much... Fyodor: "What's wrong?" erina:....this is probably my last shift before im transferred elsewhere.... Fyodor: "Erina..." erina: ....*bites her lip, afraid to look back at him* Fyodor: "Look at me." erina: *she looks back* .... -her eyes are dull- Fyodor: "...Did I do something?" erina: .....my superiors think im getting too close... Fyodor: "...Oh." erina: .....what do i do? Fyodor: "If you don't follow their orders, then they will fire you." erina: .....*whimper* Fyodor: "...Do you want to leave?" erina:....no. i like being with you. Fyodor: "If you follow their directions...then you can still be near me." erina: ? Fyodor: "You would still be in the same building. And you may still see me..." erina:.................. Fyodor: "Would you want to still see me?" erina: they're transferring me out of the building. Fyodor: "...Oh..." erina:.... Fyodor: "...I'm sorry." erina:....i still want to see you... Fyodor: "..." *looks outside* "Cameras?" erina: all over.... Fyodor: "Darn. ...Hmm...Where is the kitchen?" erina: why? Fyodor: "Because when I return my meals...I'll leave something." erina: ?? Fyodor: "Just check the leftovers..." erina:.....ok.... -elsewhere- Lucy: "...Gross." atsushi: ..... Lucy: *sighs* "And I take it you're investigating this?" atsushi: it would seem so.... -elsewhere- Fitzgerald: "Ghastly." bram: who would do something like this? Daisy: "A sicko, that's who." -elsewhere- Kafka: "We finished your reports, sir." goethe: cool. Kafka: "Sir, we also wanted to determine what is next. After those foreigners at the Agency, we are not sure what you will have us do." goethe: just look into what the rats are up do. if that piece of shit dostoyevsky is up to something, i want him stopped. Kafka: "...About that. On Page 4, there are reports about truly horrific torture that may be tied to the Rats." goethe: oh? Kafka: "At least one high-level politician, as well as a few people that all seem associated with the Death City prison." goethe: hmm... Kafka: "Are you going to reach out to the Agency?" goethe: indeed we will. hans, contact the real estate agent. hans: right away. Kafka: "...Oh. Them." goethe: do you have a problem with them? Kafka: >_> "...No more than any problem I have with anyone else." goethe: you go with hans to talk to them then. Kafka: *nods* "Very well." *looks to Hans* "Lead the way." hans:...so how did you join sturm und drang anyway? Kafka: -_-# "I was desperate to have someone recognize my skills, one thing led to another, and he called me a roach." hans: *chuckle* did he really? Kafka: -____- "Now, I'm stuck like this." hans: ^^; {Kafka: "YOU ARE SO INFURIATING!"} {goethe: oh?} {Kafka: *holds up the check* "I ASK FOR YOUR SIGNATURE RIGHT ON THIS LINE! AND YOU JUST WRITE IT WILLY-NILLY EVERYWHERE UNTIL YOU GET IT RIGHT?!" *hands back the check* "DO IT AGAIN!"} {goethe: .....uuuugh, so annoying.} {Kafka: "DO I HAVE TO DO IT FOR YOU?!" *grabs Goethe's hand, tracing it along the signature line* "THERE! ALL DONE! NOW HURRY UP--YOU'RE HOLDING UP THE LINE!"} {goethe: .....} {Kafka: *leans back in his chair* =_=# "Stupid clients..."} {???: now that's just rude.} {Kafka: O____O *looks*} {goethe: *laying on a table, casually eating a pomegranate*} {Kafka: "...YOU AGAIN?!"} {goethe: the door was unlocked.} {Kafka: "..." *crosses his arms, pouts* "Stupid coworkers can't do anything right..."} {goethe: even rude to your coworkers? tsk- tsk-, so rude....*looks at a photograph* this your sister?} {Kafka: "!!!" *snatches it from Goethe*} {goethe: she seems unhappy.} {Kafka: "Hmph! Who asked you?" *looks at the photo* "..."} {-it appears to be a wedding photo. kafka's sister does seem unhappy...-} {Kafka: "..." *sighs* *sets the photo down*} {goethe: hmmm...} {Kafka: "..." *cough* "Is there more business you had, sir?"} {goethe: tell me, why is she so sad on what should be the happiest day of her life?} {Kafka: "..." *looks away* "She was happy."} {goethe: her face says otherwise....} {Kafka: "Hmph. Is it really your place to judge anyone else's relationship?"} {goethe:....your tone is shaky...as if you were hiding something.....his face is familiar. i believe i saw a portrait of him in the bank's hall. is he your employer?} {Kafka: "..." *clears his throat, tries to put files away--and drops them--*} {goethe: *glances down*} {Kafka: *slips papers back in--they look to have account numbers*} {goethe: hmm, who's accounts are those, i do wonder...} {Kafka: "STOP THAT! This is private information! We value the privacy of our customers!"} {goethe: just like you value your sister's?} {*grab*} {goethe: .....} {Kafka: "Get out. Now."} {goethe: hmmm... i think i see the story here. you made your own sister marry your boss...and for what? money? a position of power at the work place due to familial ties?} {Kafka: "Shut up..."} {goethe: either way, it was for your own selfish gain, right?.....how unsightly...like a filthy roach...} {Kafka: "!!!"} {goethe: and yet....you seem....unsatisfied....insatiable...you want...something more....} {Kafka: "...How would you know about anything like that."} {goethe: im here to offer you a deal. better payroll, better position, just name it. but it comes at a price...so what do you say? *offers hand*} {Kafka: "..." *looks at his hand* "...How do I know you would honor this agreement?" {goethe: would you rather waste your life here?} {Kafka: "...No."} {goethe: so? do we have a deal?} {Kafka: "..." *grabs an antibacterial wipe, wipes his hands, then offers his hand*} Kafka: "...Gross." hans: -_-# *ahem* Kafka: "??? Sorry. Just thinking." -elsewhere- Yumi: "And be a good girl..." *hugs Shiori* shiori: ok. Yumi: *smiles* "Thank you." *hands Shiori to Death* lord death: ^^ Yumi: *smooch* "We'll be back as soon as we survey the city." -elsewhere- erina:....*checking the leftovers* *The foil is folded up...* erina:....*looks around* *One dishwasher exits* erina:...*opens it* *Inside the ketchup has been spread out like a heart symbol* erina:... *blush* *No other message seems to be in there...for now* erina:....*exits* Guard: "Oh, they moved you to kitchen work?" erina: shut up, kevin. i was just leaving. Kevin: "Maybe I wanted to talk is all..." erina: *returning to her station* ....hey... Fyodor: *smiles* "Hello." erina: i got your message...*smiles* Fyodor: *nods* "I'm glad." erina: it was sweet.... Fyodor: "I wanted it to be." erina: ....*puts her hand by the food slot* Fyodor: "..." *reaches* erina: .////. Fyodor: *strokes her hand* erina: *blushing* fyodor... Fyodor: "Erina..." erina:... *looks at him* Fyodor: *smiles at her* erina:....i wish you could be out here with me.... Fyodor: "As do I." erina:...*sigh* i keep thinking about the riot...and what happened. Fyodor: "I know it was a heated moment...but I had wanted to for so long." erina: *blush* Fyodor: "I'm sorry it was not under better circumstances." erina: .... Fyodor: "I wish...this separation was not between us." erina: yeah...what can i do? Fyodor: "...Give me a moment." erina: ?? Fyodor: *leans back...and collapses* erina: !!!! Fyodor: *looks weak* erina: *on talkie* t-the prisoner's ill! Guard: *on talkie* "We're held up here. Open the cell and assess the damage." erina: a-alright then....*opens the cell* Fyodor: *motionless* erina: h-he's unconscious... Guard: *on talkie* "Damn it...Check his pulse and breathing..." erina:....h-he's breathing, but faintly. Fyodor: *his eyes open--and he places a finger over his lips* erina:...*nods* Guard: *on talkie* "Tend to him. If he worsens, call back." -elsewhere-