ᴄʀᴏᴡɴ ᴍᴇ ❗❗

                                                                      ❛  – ………   ❜

                    he couldn’t help but STARE, in fact, what normal person wouldn’t with                     whatever this… THING, was wearing. shinjiro was almost embarrassed                     to ask what it even was, let alone what animal it was trying to impersonate.

                               ❛  …what t’ hell are you?   ❜

     “ What about you? “

Hues wide; innocent-- purity, of course, in their query dropping from lips as a bullet shell; useless but slick-- quick. Yes, hardly, all of that; nothing but the turn of thin lips could be considered an expression. They’re staring back-- and they don’t even blink. A finger forms in the glove-- jabbing at the others beanie.

‘ hey, 

     teddie, are you serious?! no i don’t! i’m going to stuff you               so deep in that bear suit you’re never coming back out! ‘ 

     “ Yosuke loves Love Live. “

     “ Sensei? “

Hesitation in a small voice; the bear’s onyx hues are that of confusion-- confliction. A step forward; two steps backwards, back into the mist of their world. They wonder, wonder, wonder.

     “ --What are you doing here? You never come here-- “

❛ it’s seven minutes after seven. ❜ attempt at flirting goes over her head entirely. ❛ you should ask yosuke for a watch, you know. i won’t always be there to tell you the time. ❜

A pause--

 She sighed, pushing the steaming bowl towards the hungry bear.

     “Fine. Only because it’s my third bowl.”

They aren’t even listening, the chopsticks gripped in hand by a flick of their wrist and the noodles meet lips in a breath. A hum of delight in their throat, kicking their feet ever slightly.

           “… At least you asked this time.”

     “ ...Is that a yes or no? “

                     THE THRONE BEARER ;