♕ OH, GLORY ♕

[ Unfortunately he’d expected as much – the attitude, the carelessness with which it’s tossed, the complete lack of anything close to an understanding of the lump of meat assisting him; he’s almost disappointed that his expectations are all but met to the letter, for now he’s dealing with both an idiot and the wrong equipment. ]

…What the hell do you think this is?

[ He doesn’t really bother with standing around and waiting to see if his selection is met with approval or not before coming back around and taking his seat.  He assumes it won’t be.  But he tried.  Not an honest attempt, but he can probably pass it off.  So he leans over onto his elbows, practically laying on the table, thrumming his fingers loudly on the surface for several seconds before he even responds. ]

‘S called a fuckin’ circuit. 

  --  Didn’t actually take ya for a class A dumbass, but yeah. 

` █ ▌█ ▌✿ T-Thank…g-goodness, I thought–perhaps–I-I didn’t–I didn’t mean to insult you, truly. Apologies. There are just roving gangs t-these days, those that do not wear monochrome masks, anyways. Vigilantes w-who do as they please. 

–! Wait–? Kuwata-kun–? You’re not–f-from the…class, are you? The televised o-one–? I saw that they escaped, but–oh, god of gods–

W-Welcome to the outside world, hell on earth where those who are still alive w-wish they were not. A cruel end to a-a civilization, don’t you think? M-Maybe…like Troy. 

A-Ah…I should answer your question, nevertheless; a-a survivor with no titles attached t-to one’s name but that on my student id card. 

[ Ah...so the kid knew, then.  The hell that Mondo had clawed his way out of seemed to have reached a wider scope than he was even aware of.  They said it was worldwide, but...he only half-believed them.  Maybe it was out of a genuine lack of an ability to quantify something being so catastrophic, or maybe... ]

[ Maybe he couldn’t stand to believe it, for the sake of his own mind. ] 

Y...Yeah, kid.  

[  He spoke with a defeated sigh. ] 

[ There’s no use lying, not now.  Anything he had left to lie for was either dead or so, so broken that it might as well be.  They saw it.  He now had more intimate of a relationship with millions upon millions of strangers (or the fraction that was left of those millions now) than he ever did with his own family. There are no secrets anymore. ] 

Oy oy, don’t sound so fuckin’... so...

[ So what?  Hopeless?  HA. ] 

      --   ‘S just...it’s a shithole, yeah.  The whole world, I guess.  Least what I heard, y’know.  Can’t exactly travel the globe right now to be sure, can ya.   But... -

  - It ain’t the end.  I mean...this...it can’t be.  I dunno why you’re givin’ up the ghost so fuckin’ early, but if you’re ever gonna --

I’m going to leap onto this bandwagon with full force because it’s just a really good idea, especially for someone like me who gets very nervous about being late with starters (and asking people to plot...tagging people in things...existing in general, actually...) !!   

Mutuals and non-mutuals are welcome to like this!  Mutuals will most likely have higher priority, though. 

Basically by liking this post you are letting me know that it is okay for me to 

Tag you in random starters when I feel like it

Plot with you if inspiration strikes

Respond to your open starter posts 

“Oh yeah?! You just— You just don’t understand fashion, ya’ know?! Like– You’re wearin’ basically an undershirt under yer’ jacket!”

“Why’s that, huh?! Weeeeeeird! Weeeeeird guy trynna show off his unimpressive pecs…! At least I keep my undershirt hidden! …Well. Not right now ‘cause my suits all open. but normally I’m like…a mystery. Ya’ know. Like ‘Is he wearin’ clothes under that? Who knows. Souda is so mysterious and cool and good with the ladies, especially foreign blonde ones’.”

“Oi, you’re the one who’s lookin’ at my pecs!  Not that it doesn’t make sense, though.  They’re right about where your head is, anyway.  Might strain your neck if ya actually try lookin’ me in the eye.”

He’s quite partial to the smell of fire, actually!  Like, not...enormous gas fires or burning buildings, but things like campfires! 

It kind of takes him back.  When he was really young and things were getting particularly violent at home, Daiya would take him on spur-of-the-moment “camping trips” which...were really just them tying a dangerous amount of shit to a bike and riding out to some abandoned creek somewhere and sleeping there for the night.  Daiya was the only one who could ride at the time, so the amount of stuff they could carry was limited, but they always had a small campfire going all through the night.  

Because Mondo wasn’t fully aware of what was going on at home and why Daiya would pull him out of the house at the time, these memories went untainted for years.  Even to this day, he remembers the smell of fire very fondly.