fresh breath of heir

Galo’s face is also pressed up against the window, mouth agape and his breathing fogging up the glass as well as he presses his face against John’s.

“It’s been waaaay too long since we’ve hung out!” He doesn’t really acknowledging the disappearing act John pulled, because it settled in his chest poorly.

“And I definitely think we - WAIT-”

“You’ve been to space too!? Awesome! Isn’t space so freakin’ cool?!“ He ignored the hushing, and pressed his face against the glass. “We’ve got like same brain, you know!?”

him being dragged back to his home in a blink of an eye was something that he’s grown used to. what, with being forced to appear from place to place of the blue was not unusual for him... but for the time he’s been gone, he missed the people he got to know---galo included.

“whoa, i’d never thought i’d to explore the bottom of the ocean. space? sure. but the ocean’s really cool. you think we could see mermaids down here?” 

john presses his face up against taxi’s window, the glass fogging up from his breathing as he takes in as much of the ocean life as he could. galo was kind enough to bring him along to the swirling gulf, considering that he doesn’t go out to any of the other branches other than the main four wards. 

hi everyone! i’m trying to be more active on my blogs again and hopefully i’ll get things back on track.

i’m really sorry with my current rp partners but i will be dropping all my current threads to have a fresh start. however, if you’re still interested in the thread we have, please dm me and i can still reply to them!

he takes the handkerchief when it’s offered to him, nods with a ’ thanks. ’ though it’s limited, his regeneration takes care of the wounds, so he uses the item to wipe away whatever blood is lingering along his arms. he’s not sure how many uses of it he has left, but he’ll find that out after they take care of this. he’s guessing, at least.

he’s mainly relieved that he’s going to help. “No problem—I appreciate it. I’ll go on three. One.. two,” balling the handkerchief in his hand, “three.” he reaches his arms back in in order to move as many of the thorns back as he can, more conscious of how to go about it without getting so many cuts along his arms. more than that, that there’s wide enough an opening where john won’t get injured himself. getting some is unavoidable in lio’s case, but he’s not exactly sure if he can heal up like he can.

“Can you tell if it’s injured?” he can’t exactly tell from where he’s at if it is, but instead of looking back towards him again he continues to look towards the animal — just so he doesn’t slip and lose his hold of the thorns and hurt the both of them.

john gives him a nod before turning back to the vines, he moves on three, bringing his hands in to reach for the small animal. he didn’t really care much about the cuts that on his forearms as he does, but he was careful enough to angle his arms to not get it on the poor guy. the more space there is, the more he can pull it out without hurting it further. 

“it looks like it’s leg is all scraped up. probably broken from the looks of it.” he frowns, finally pulling it out free. the poor thing nestled in his hands as he turns to show it to the other. 

@airomancy· | event: cupid shuffle 

“Hey, you look like ya could use some company!”

She didn’t know him and he didn’t know her but friends always started out as strangers, didn’t they? Besides, she had no idea what was up with her lately but even though she never had a problem with striking a conversation with pretty much anyone she met, she was definitely feeling more social and definitely more affectionate than usual. 

She offered her box of cookies toward the other with a smile. “Want one?”

damn, he’s really not used to people calling out to him anymore. 

when the girl came up to him, he took a moment to register that she was referring to him and not someone else. still, she seemed nice enough, kind of out there in terms of looks but he has definitely seen weirder people around here. besides, she is very pretty.

@airomancy

He may or may not have been drawn here by the mention of this seemingly endless street he heard around one of his temporary workplaces, but for now the Star Trail seems painfully ordinary. Sure the sheer array of dishes ought to be astounding, and it initially was but… In the end this is a culinary strip and there’s nothing too impressive about that. At least a section of it seems to be devoted to cuisine, and perhaps he’s tempted to cook something for himself. Perhaps try dishes and replicate them? Why would he do that? The idea still sounds mildly appealing, so should he do it?

Where does he even start? Nothing seems interesting enough to pick out on his own, it’d be easier if he had friends. But Izuru’s admittedly been a loner regardless of his location, and calling up the one person he could think of just feels awkward in his opinion. So he stands off to the side, looking very mildly stumped instead.

john had always had a knack for cooking. though, in recent years, he hadn’t fucked with the stove due to lack of motivation. he always convinced himself that it was just difficult to do so. so very tedious to be doing a lot to cook for one person. he opted for cup noodles and chips than a proper meal for a long while now. he’s surprised he hasn’t grown sick of it. 

he supposes that now that he’s here and not back in earth c, he had more of a reason to go out. new people. new faces. new stuff to try. that includes food. it makes it all the more reason for him to get things back in order. and that includes his love for cooking again. 

the star trail had a variety of cuisine that he hasn’t tried before. this was his first time coming here after pretty much trying out everything in cotes ward. so he looks around, trying to decide which one he’d go for. he stands next to the young man with long hair, peering over the stall where he’s at. 

❝ Heheh, yeah it was pretty gross. The thing smelled like seafood for some reason? Turned me off to seafood for a loooong time. The fine folks in hell are probably glad he’s missing it. ❞ Handsome Jack chuckled as his eyes sat on the meat. The grill was nice and hot so it was already sizzling… Wow, it smelled good. Especially compared to the goatee’s smell that he was currently remembering, that was way worse. If he wasn’t careful it’d get stuck in his nose again just from thought alone, it was that bad.  ❝ Anyway, that’s not all. I was also a hero! Slayed a whole bunch of monsters, plundered great vaults, got my wealth through advancing ancient alien technology… Y’know, the whole nine yards of greatness. The prophetical kinda shizniz. You’re eating with a legend, baby! Surprise, surprise! ❞ He grinned at John as he mixed his meat a little. He wasn’t going to let it cook much longer, he didn’t like his meat being too done. But if he wasn’t careful he’d get all preoccupied with talking about himself. It was his favorite thing to do, after all.  ❝ Now, ❞ not like I care but, ❝ What’s your deal, Egbert? ❞ God it hurts trying to be nice to people.

seafood... the thought makes him sick, nearly putting off his appetite when he realises he doesn’t have seafood on his side of the grill. he takes a well-cooked strip of beef and shoves it in his mouth, trying to rid the imagined thought and smell by indulging himself in something much more palatable. 

“what’s... my deal?” john pauses. now that he thinks about it, when he told people about his adventures in his world, not a lot of people believed him. or, at the very least, do believe him in some way that they really don’t know what to say to it. he doesn’t blame them. 

“well. i met aliens too.” he doesn’t know where to start, gesturing vaguely as he continues eating. the meat tastes really good so he’s adding more of his uncooked meats on the grill as he eats the rest. “if you’ve seen them around, they have grey skin, candy coloured horns in various shapes and sizes. have specific colours and symbols on their shirts. that kind of aliens.” 

My Melody’s character automatically picked the bone up, and she went to look at it in her inventory. “Oohh…this came from a skelly, didn’t it? Thank you mister John, and thank you mister skelly!” As John explained what it was she was actually meant to do in this game, she paused for a moment. A game without an end? That seemed impossible to her. Certainly she’d get to a stopping point, right? Well, best not worry about it now. She was just going to take her time!

She right-clicked the wolf with the bone she was given, and then…it sat down as pixelated hearts surrounded it’s head. Tamed! “Hello doggie!!” She clicked it again and it wandered off into a random direction, but not too far. 

“Say mister John, if I could make a garden…does that mean I can make a house too?”

she probably thinks that the skeleton just... handed over a bone from it’s body for this. john doesn’t have the heart to tell her that he had to kill it for a couple of bones. she’ll... figure that out eventually. right now, she seems to be having fun just decorating and setting things up. the tamed dog was a good present for her too. 

through his time in radial island, he’s gained a handful of friends he thinks he’s relatively close to. although, his tendency to isolate himself is still a habit he hasn’t learned to shake off, he was making significant progress online, at least. with friends, of course, he didn’t grow up receiving chocolates from friends either. so, seeing lanque standing at his door with a box of chocolates in his hands had him... skeptical.

“is this supposed to be a joke? this isn’t funny, you know.” john doesn’t really know if he remembers the whole deep conversation about feelings he had with him during winterfes. he thought it was clear to him that he’s more or less sensitive about this subject. or at least, numb to it at this point. he keeps a disgruntled expression, eyeing the chocolates warily, expecting some sort of a prank.

“i’m this close to closing the door on you so you have five seconds.”

it would have been fine, dealing with them and going about his way... but something about the air had him stop and take a second to assess it. It was fragrant, weighted. as if perfume was pumped naturally into the breeze. staying outside for about an hour or so had taken effect on him. his disdain for the holiday only amplified, forgetting what his initial plans were to go outside for which has him stomping around, glaring at the couples who have no qualms for public display of affection. 

“augh, get a room, will you?” he glares at one couple who seemed frightened by his outburst and scurry away. john instantly regretted that, almost kicking himself for the overreaction until he bumps into someone---

“hey watch i---galo!” john’s anger quickly subsided and replaced with enthusiasm. a complete 180 to what just happened. finally, a face he actually likes! a good friend! 

“hey, what’re you doing out here? thought you had date plans or something like that.” 

“I did!” A broad grin covered his features, poking at the bag. “Worked pretty hard on them, too! Did I guess right? They’re a little mashed, but they’re definitely edible!”

“You don’t gotta make me anything! It’s for being a good friend. Lio and i were practicing, and I thought about you.”

“well... it’s on my top three, that’s for sure.” he chuckles, grabbing a bit more to eat.