✿ 「 — 起死回生 」

❝ Hm? ❞

Nathaniel looked up from his Bible resting open on his lap, his mind lost in the comforting, familiar words of the scripture even as Percy spoke. He blinked in reflex, his mind needing the few extra seconds to process her question. His eyes fell on the cups, and he allowed himself a small thankful smile as he realised. 

❝ Oh, I like it sweet. Thank you for your concern miss Shelley. ❞ He still addressed her so formally, even when he wasn’t certain there was any need to; but he wished to be polite. ❝ You’re very kind. ❞

     ❝ Mm? Tea? ❞ 

     he murmured sleepily; rousing himself awake & reaching over to the door & sliding it open. a yawn broke out as he stepped out, shaking his head slightly to get himself to wake up. ❝ Can’t sleep? ❞ he asked, already being familiar with the routine, as this has happened before. hand reached out & lightly petted her head, to ease whatever tension she was feeling before heading over to the kitchen to prepare tea for them both. luckily there were still plenty packets to use for times like these. 

                   special buildings… that he likely has taken no interest in until now. theaters, restaurants and rooftops to watch the cityscape from : none of them sound as though they would be a viable source of youthful delights —— not stuffed animals. hardly a stranger to arcades – impossible, given his subclasses’ demand for entertainment almost every waking moment of their melancholic lives – there is no recollection of plush companions resembling foxes that waited to be picked up at the exit. too bad for him. Tsubaki would find it endearing ; an animal to represent each of his family members, perhaps offered to Suzuran in an attempt to provide a little comfort to her when any of them aren’t in sight.

                   or an implied hope for retribution… for reasons he has no issue disclosing to her.                    ( the girl was likely told all about it the following day. )

❝ I’m free now, ❞ the servamp suggests. peak subtlety be damned. ❝ how long do you think it will take before Sakuya mutilates it again? I’ll give it one day tops ! ❞

「 ✿ 」 If they couldn’t win a stuffed fox, Suzuran supposed they could always look for shops that sold them----but that wasn’t nearly as fun, no matter how cute the plushies were. ( Well, she supposed that anything could be fun as long as she did it with family. Most of the time, at least. ) At Tsubaki’s affirmation, she wasted no time in reaching out to take his hand, all but dragging him to the door in her excitement. While they were out, maybe she could find another rabbit plush, or some clothes for this one to wear. If not, she could always sew something for it herself.

Well, that was certainly one way to respond to her comment about having sleep struggles. Cool composure is quick to break at his strange sense of humor. Yosano barely manages to choke back a laugh, reinforcing her grip on her cup mid drink. It takes her a moment to regather her bearings with a dismissive wave of her hand, but she manages.

“Benadryl is pretty quick.” Setting her cup down, a smile beams in its wake. She shys away from mentioning the fact that he should consider taking up a job as a comedian on the side. “It’s not the quickest alternative, though. But I can’t say I’d recommend the others unless you’re fine with getting the wind knocked out of you.”

「 ↻ 」 Given his history, Eliot couldn’t say he was eager to take any medication to begin with, nor would he call it necessary; after all, he rarely had trouble sleeping outside of exam season when he had to stay up to study and finish homework. ( Sometimes, his diligence slipped and caused him to fall behind, but that had yet to become too much of a problem. ) Sighing, he adjusted his glasses and fidgeted with his coffee cup before taking a long sip.

     In turn to her question, he can truly only offer a shrug.  ❛ It’s good for them as it still has all the nutrients to keep them and their skin healthy, but I don’t know it’s actually any good. I’m not interested in finding out.  ❜ His expression shifts to match her own feelings, scrunching up in distaste. Indeed, it sounded rather disgusting.

     The childish thought is quick to fall away as his eyes dart to the sky in question. Curfew, right. He had one too after all. It only took a couple of ( unavoidable ) incidents to ensure that he never be late by accident. His parents had surely had enough frights between both him and Shigeo, and he wasn’t intent on keeping Mikasa out for too long and worrying anyone else. 

     ❛   It’s alright. Even if we can’t see it today, whenever you want to see the frogs again, I’ll take you and you can play with them some more. Or maybe different animals. Next time we can visit the forest. If I sit still long enough, they’ll start showing up. Nii-san and I used to do it all the time. when we were younger.   ❜

「 ⚡ 」 The girl listened to the explanation with rapt attention, mentally noting that she should do more research on frogs later; after all, the only one she knew much about was Gekota, and even then, she had an unfortunate lack of first-hand experience. Well, she knew a frog-related activity that might be more fun than watching them eat their own skin: finding Gekota merchandise.

“‘Misaka thinks she would rather see that in a documentary and not in person,’ says Misaka as Misaka nods to herself.” It would be fascinating, of course----as nature tended to be----but it didn’t sound like a lot of fun to witness. “‘The frogs can eat their skin in privacy,’“ she decided. Retracting her hand from the frog’s safety cocoon, she studied the slimy residue on her palm. Gross, but cool. “‘For now, Misaka should be getting home, but she’ll let you know when she wants to see the frogs again. Or we can do something better!’ says Misaka as Misaka has a surprise in mind.”

                   noodles, vegetables ( although a tad vague, taking into account the variety ) , soy sauce… tofu. nothing he doesn’t have in the kitchen, and nothing that hints to a meal that takes too long to cook. to admit he’s starved, to feel as if the pressure on Kyouka doubles for every second he must wait – given her honest desire to make something to his liking – for the girl’s sake, he would rather try to mask the first sign of an empty stomach than speak up. ( should it catch him off-guard, he’ll just acknowledge it then : defeated, on the spot, and likely pinned where he stands by her inquisitive glance. )

       ❝ in the meantime, want a drink? ❞ a teen-friendly drink, that is —— for he couldn’t, in good conscience, push any sort of alcohol her way. ❝ there’s some orange juice in the fridge. I got it this morning. ❞

                   and chocolate, by far an obvious preference of his and a permanent presence in the cupboard above his head. when it comes to himself, he cares little… but dessert before a meal can and would never hesitate to ruin the appetite of a small body that’s still growing. that’s why Chuuya keeps the secret to himself until Kyouka’s had the last bite of yaki udon. after retrieving what she requires ( albeit with personal input regarding the vegetables ) , he gathers the ingredients together on the counter.

       ❝ … let me help you out. ❞

「 ✿ 」 Kyouka paused as she processed the request, tilting her head as she debated the proper reaction. It might be fun to cook together----but she didn’t learn to cook because it was fun. It was simply an activity, one that drew her mind away from unpleasant thoughts; while her mood right now was pleasant enough that she didn’t feel the need for a distraction, the notion of sharing the kitchen still struck her as odd.

Not quite right, though as for why, she couldn’t quite put that into words. 

@florabled​

if someone had told him that he would be feeding stray cats along the way home, much less the fact it had become ingrained as a part of his routine, miharu would have scoffed at the idea. perhaps he would have given a moment of amusement at the claim, but alas he finds himself in the exact situation he would have never expected to. the town was covered in a good amount of vegetation and wildlife, a quaint little place away from the hustle and bustle of the city, a scene of harmony. 

though miharu couldn’t say he had the determination and drive to feed every last stray, he hadn’t the time nor patience for it, but a single lucky feline would be fed by him every afternoon. though this time a tad different when there’s a stranger right where he always feeds it at the entrance of the alleyway. 

’ good afternoon. ‘ a casual greet he rarely initiates, he knows nothing of who she was, ‘ have you taken a liking to it? ‘

「 ✿ 」 Kyouka never considered herself to be particularly fond of cats----no more than a few specific felines, at least. But life had a funny way of changing a person’s perceptions, and since becoming acquainted with new people, she ended up paying more attention to the stray cats she passed; it was what the president would do, after all, and in order to become as admirable as him, perhaps picking up a few of his habit would aid her.

That afternoon, she’d gone quite a bit off her usual path for the sake of a job, and on her way back to the city, the meowing of a cat caught her attention. Since she had a couple treats on her, she stopped, crouching down to feed the animal. 

「 @vulpexitus / ♔ 」

      There is a disturbing amount of steel in that stare fixed on him. Enough to cow unruly hounds, certainly. And so, he sighs, conceding. “No, I’ll behave. But I will complain loudly about it!”

「 @praevari / ♔ 」

    “…on second thought, perhaps I’ll cause problems in whichever area you are not.” She’s too ready with a blade. Like someone else he knows.

     “I think I will cause problems… on purpose !”