rot away.

            “    correction  .   you  assumed  to  know  me  because  of  my  crime  .   that’s  how  the  students  here  work  .   there’s  nothing  to  say  about  me  ,  especially  when  you’re  most  likely  slapping  a  title  on  me  as  we  speak  .    “     the  words  were  brutal  truth  ,  and  the  boy  didn’t  even  lift  his  head  in  order  to  give  his  classmate  the  attention  normally  provided  when  locked  in  conversation  with  someone  .  no  ,  there  was  nothing  to  be  given  now  ,  especially  as  he  continues  to  scroll  with  a  thumb  on  the  screen  of  his  phone  .   though  ,  after  a  pause  ,  there  is  a  glance  up  and  to  the  side  ,  from  underneath  those  frames  .   “   …  isn’t  that  right  ?   “

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“You just wait till I get out of here.” Morgana huffed, paws resting on the current dispenser row he was stood on before hitting the spring behind the stuck product forcefully. Hell, the machine was beginning to irritate him to the point of more rash attacks as the trapped good finally hit the open receptacle beneath him. So sue him if he let out a relieved mew at the victory. No-one was stopping him.  

To little surprise, the tea Hitoshi had requested was at the very top of the machine. How good could machine tea truly be? Morgana was extremely doubtful it was any better than the tea they could buy for half the price without the novelty of buying it on-the-go. Maybe he could tempt the other into treating him later for his hard work with a free sushi and some tea - after all, he liked to think he’d pulled off the task required of him with aplomb. 

Next was the task of escaping, a task that grew harder and harder as he scrambled down with the same urgency he’d raced up the shelves upon his entry. One paw, then the next, then the next - progress! The light at the end of the tunnel was near, an otherwise intimidating fate if it weren’t for the bright lights that adorned the hallway that surrounded them. 

“You owe me.” Mona grumbled, flailing his paws for a moment before popping out of the dispensing slot with a thud. NEVER. AGAIN. 

       woah! look at the cat ( not-cat, according to the... cat? ) go. such dexterity! it almost made the teen jealous. almost, that is. which translates to ‘no, not really,’ but hey. no one knew that except himself, right? reaching down to grab the drinks as morgana escaped from his place of plunder, the boy let out a satisfied hum, pleased at the fact he had obtained a free drink. ‘course, half off tea was good too, but this was free. it was free just this once, but hey. still free.

    ❝ mmn? yeah, ‘kay, ❞ came his nonchalant response, one can tucked under his arm as he opened the other. there was no ‘hey, you okay?’ because obviously, morgana was okay if he was able to come out unscathed and demand compensation. call him rude, but he’d rather not waste any breathe on the obvious. he takes a sip of his soda, gaze elsewhere as he pulls the drink from his lips, a content sigh leaving him. 

    “say the word, and you’ll get it. not too expensive though. i mean... something extravagant in return for a cheap soda and tea? uh... yeah. no.” and there goes his companion’s dream of sushi. he’s just a teenager, after all! sure he works part time, but come on. as if he’d waste that money on something like sushi for a cat.

“Wait, wHAT?!” 

She took another look and found his foot was, indeed, stuck in the gutter. “Uhm, h - hold on, let me help!”

           “     it’ll  be  harder  to  hide  your  face  if  you  do  .    “    the  boy  comments  further  ,  actually  taking  the  time  to  lift  his  head  from  the  screen  of  his  phone  .   he  was  more  or  less  aware  of  his  trouble  -  causing  actions  ,  but  it  didn’t  warrant  an  apology  !   thus  ,  the  younger  tugs  on  the  strands  just  over  his  glasses  frames  with  a  forefinger  and  thumb  .    “      —     …    hiding  .    “    that  was  the  reason  !   why  he  wore  those  glasses  !

       he’s going to sound like a grumpy old man ( though, with his personality, maybe he already was a grumpy old man? ), but god. akira was testing his patience. and he had a lot of it! trust him. he really does. just not with akira. the kid was good at testing his ocean of patience. seriously, what was the point of hiding when everyone already knew him? pointless. dumb and pointless and he just. he sighs. hitoshi sighs and adjust his real prescription glasses. 

@hecluse

“Are you alright? That looked like it hurt.”

             “   in  hell  .   “    it  was  a  simple  response  ,  with  no  malice  or  frustration  ,  something  that  was  only  expected  from  someone  who  was  busy  on  his  phone  at  the  time  .  honestly  ,  he  was  more  interested  in  the  phandom’s  activities  at  the  moment  than  being  confused  for  someone  else  !   his  own  identity  was  a  criminal  anyway  ,  according  to  the  school  ,  thus  ,  it  didn’t  have  much  effect  on  him  .    

As if words weren’t enough, the young man offers a rather hefty pat on the back, sure to throw off the other’s balance (if only a little). Words were one thing but actions were another and Anthony just LOVED to push Hitoshi’s buttons. How long would it take before the other snapped and strangled the singer?

❝ So that means I can keep with the nicknames, right? Since you know, it doesn’t affect you anymore. ❞

            quietly, he inhales, as though setting himself on the path of serenity. his body rocks back and forth in place as anthony provides force upon his back, throat clearing in an attempt to sound as indifferent as possible. ( but he’s so tired, he’s always so damn tired when anthony’s around ). 

that sounds lonely were words he bought back because he was in no position to say such things to anyone. it’s not like he had a friend, let alone be surrounded by them. it’d be rude to retort with such condescending venom, but he can’t seem to shake off this feeling he can’t seem to put words to. instead, he casts his eyes downward, averting the steady gaze of the other.  ❛  … i see. can i ask why that is?  ❜

“ I’LL BE ABLE    to keep up with them no matter what. my priorities isn’t about stealing hearts, but to protect your wellbeing. ” and dutifully luna was doing her job so, but she would clear out things that she deemed unnecessary. either way, as a veteran persona user, she would be able to catch on to their plan, just as she had always done the first moment the phantom thieves were formed– how did they think she had managed to follow them without being found ? “ is it really that bad that you feel the need to prepare like that ? i don’t think it would get to that degree. ”

“You’re the one that has to explain how a cat got into the vending machine. If you hadn’t noticed, you’re the only witness around here.” Morgana commented dryly as he approached closer, staring down the open hole ahead of him before darting in and attempting to scramble through. 

He elected to ignore the other’s comment and the rather subservient position he felt in right now in favour of ascending the mechanism of the machine to climb up to the stuck goods. It was nearby, it had to be—just how big was this thing?! The target was up ahead, raising his paw to swipe and dislodge them before slipping a few rows down once more. 

“I will defeat you!”

       he simply shrugs, forearms resting upon his knees as he watches the black cat slither into the machine. cats were such versatile things, weren’t they? it was impressive, witnessing morgana squeeze his way in there, though a part of the teen was also highly amused. of course, it doesn’t show on his features, but his fingers did itch to record such an odd situation. 

    ❝ fight-o, ❞ he cheers monotonously, arm even raising as though that would give his encouragement more life. then he pauses, head tilting in thought. “hey, while you’re in there already defying the law, snag an extra drink too.” was he encouraging morgana to be a thief outside of the metaverse? yes. without a doubt. no questions even needed. 

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❛  eh? … hmm, but somewhat… i don’t really want that?  ❜ his head tilts as eyes narrow, a face expressing deep contemplation. if his overgrown hair is giving that impression, maybe he should tie his bangs up.  ❛  do you not want people to approach you?  ❜

❛  i probably should get a cut, shouldn’t i?  ❜ he breathes out a soft laugh following the rhetorical question. he’s not sure what he did to spend those years, but during those times, he must have neglected to take proper care of his hair. how negligent of him.