ATLANTIS

who is this 👀

for Christmas give me the sweet release of death plz

❝ how would you know if it’s supposed to rain or not, then? ❞

his  rain - drenched  guest regards the package he carries in a way unfitting of someone who cared for their possessions. it’s curious―  &  so is he when he thinks of the reasons why he would drag himself outside in such unforgiving weather with naught but a box of something he didn’t even care for. 

❝ say―  if you don’t mind my asking, what’ve you got there? ❞

            “ ...disappointment. ” 

Had he been just a bit more dramatic, crocodile tears would have blanketed the shop’s floor. But even if his predicament seemed awfully numbing, Daisuke didn’t let himself betray his dignity completely. With the saddest eyes known to existence, he looked at the worried shopkeeper and popped the box open.

He almost connected his fist with the stranger’s face –– thankfully his brain managed to register Lance’s mug before doing anything that could require emergency hospital services.

❝ ‘cause she’s my little sister now. i’ve adopted her. ❞

@sukoushi​:

yessss heck him up big bro

don’T SASS HER

       ❛   ne ne, bts’ popularity resonates with not just the youths but with all kinds of demographics due to their versatility !  their unashamed efforts to sing about the hardships of society !  they’re loved easily regardless of sophistication which is more than i can say about you right now…   ❜

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with its outward appearance not matching the endless displays of blooming flowers that filled its interior, gladio could see why the hesitancy to accompany him ensued. that, and how his own outward image could certainly be thought of as the opposite of what a flower shop owner would tend to portray. regardless, gladio shut the door behind him, preventing the wind from blowing more of the furious rain from pouring into his shop.

❝ thanks. ❞  response is simple because he doesn’t know how to make dragging his guest out of the rain any less awkward. that is, until he deigns to make light of his situation.  ❝ what were you thinking? goin’ outside without an umbrella today, of all days. ❞  he mentions it because the forecast had brought up a self-proclaimed  ‘ storm of the century, ‘  –  the reason there’s no business when usually, there would be. if his guest really needed to be anywhere else, he’d have to wait a while.

           “ i don’t usually watch the forecast... ” 

Sheepishly he offered an explanation, not particularly worried about what impression his lies made. He scooted into a corner mostly free of overhanging plants and stared into his box sadly. Within this package hid the source of his grandiose disappointment – arguably the epitome of everything wrong with humanity. What his box contained was nothing more than pure incompetence, negligence and disregard towards art.