* 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒕 / 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

(  shiori  kutsuna.  non-binary.  they/she.  gosha  &  $not.  )  well,  would  you  look  at  SATOMI  MIYAMOTO  this  year?  i  believe  they  have  been  training  for  23  of  their  26  years  of  life.  this  makes  them  a  HIGH  hunter  in  their  family,  but  they’re  also  pretty  good  at  𝙺𝙽𝙸𝙵𝙴  𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙾𝚆𝙸𝙽𝙶.  when  dusk  falls,  you  can  usually  find  them  heading  home  to  𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐒  by  MOTORCYCLE.

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Eyebrows raised slightly as he nods. He didn’t know this would be her kind of scene, but then again he didn’t really know his own niece that well at all. They definitely weren’t a normal family and that’s putting it lightly. “Could be,” he told her honestly. He was disappointed with her answer as he’d like to fight here without having to cautiously avoid people. “Shame. ‘ woulda enjoyed fighting here”

“ WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSED TO BE MEAN ? ”   thea narrows their eyes, naturally taking something as offensive when it’s likely not meant to be.   “ i mean, who doesn’t love free food ?   usually gifts are just STUFF anyway. and most people are old enough and have enough money to buy their own shit if they really want something, so gifts are usually just crap they don’t want. ”   at least that’s what thea tells herself, since she barely afford presents. she can barely afford herself.

        that’s  what  they  liked  about  satomi :  they  got  it  ,   coming  from  big  families  with  lots  of  drama  ,   they  were  two  sides  to  the  same  coin  .   it was  why  amelia  was  …  attached  for  their  bit  of  time  together  .    “  he’s  looking  at  potential  fight  clubs ?  ”    amelia  asks  with  a  raise  of  her  brow  ,   curiosity  getting  the  best  of  them  .  

     GABRIEL SQUINTS OVER AT SATOMI as he finishes bandaging his bicep. it’s nothing bad, but it’s something he does need to cover up in order to keep practicing. because no, he most certainly isn’t going to let satomi win this because of course, he thinks this is a competition when it’s not. “barely grazing someone is still grazing someone,” he states, rolling his eyes as he moves his arm, completely bandaged. “that doesn’t make me feel any better, satomi.” gabriel says with an exasperated huff. “you’re telling me you meant to do that then?” probably because satomi loves to make his life hell. 

        Cara’s eyes dart down before widening slightly. In usual circumstances, she’d thoroughly admire the tattoo, which set itself apart through both design and artistry. It’s a difference that’s apparent to some people upon a closer look. But whether or not Cara’s one of these people doesn’t matter right now, as she’s instead too busy imagining the pain of that tattoo being etched onto her own skin. This displeasure is only tempered by her internal recognition of the tattoo’s glory — recognition anyone with two eyes and an even casual appreciation for the finer things would employ.

        “Ooooh, I’m not gonna lie. I would’ve done a whole sleeve if I was inspired enough.” She laughs, but not sheepishly, “Good fucking thing I’m uninspired, huh?” The laugh that follows sounds relieved.

        “Uhhh, yes please to the aftercare tips.” With a sardonic grin that covers a grimace, she reaches up to lightly cup her arm. “I mean, I got a pamphlet from O Fortuna. But tell me your secrets, Satomi!” She twists her face, looking desperate. “My poor, unmelanated skin begs of you.”

          SATOMI  PRIDES  THEMSELVES  WHEN  it  comes  to  their  tattoos  .  the  sight  of  bold  strokes  and  rich  black  ink  does  come  off  daunting  .  however  ,  the  pain  that  came  with  it  felt  like  a  distant  memory  .  instead  ,  it  became  associated  with  the  rigorous  hours  spent  training  to  be  the  best  hunter  in  their  family  .

“  again  ,  it’s  really  not  as  bad  as  it  seems  ,  ”  satomi  admits  with  a  light  laugh  .  “  sleeves  don’t  have  to  be  done  all  in  one  go  .  i  was  just  on  a  time  crunch  so  that  happened  ,  ”  they  admit  .  “  but  if  you’ve  got  a  specific  tattoo  style  you  like  then  you  can  take  your  time  building  the  piece  .  ”  

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“I drank a whole bottle of pedialyte as soon as I woke up.” He responds, his words were drawled out as he spoke. “But, if there was one piece of advice my dad gave me before he passed, it was that the best cure to a hangover is to just drink more.” It wasn’t true, not for a long shot. With how the vibes were since the death, he desperately needed a beer. “It is surreal, I just wonder who did it.” His eyes lighting up as the bottle was placed in front of him, instantly taking a long drink. 

“ I MEAN, NO, THEY ARE LIKE FAMILY. but that doesn’t mean i get everyone in my family presents, either. ”   maybe the lin and lichen pack just weren’t as warm-and-fuzzy as what satomi’s used to. then again, thea and her parents didn’t even exchange gifts this year, still pretending the other doesn’t exist.   “ i’m not a gift-giver, anyway, ”   thea tells them, with a shrug.   “ i don’t have enough money for myself, let alone to give people shit they don’t need. ”

FEATURING  :  gabriel  ferreira  (  @gabrielferreiras​  )

Eyes still very much focused on the fight in front of them, eager to see if he’s right. Although there’s nothing in it for him either way.  “Yeah. Maybe both,“ He’s about to be proven right when the short one capitalises on a pre-existing injury the larger fellow has and takes him down to the ground. Placing bets would be easy money for him, it almost wouldn’t seem fair, but winning in a fight is definitely something he’d enjoy. Taking a moment to turn towards Satomi and give her his attention he asks “Amelia come here?”

         ‘  i  can’t  say  the  men  in  my  family  -  outside  my  father  -  ever  knew  anything  about  boundaries  .  ’   their  uncle  is  a  bit  estranged  ,   even  more  so  than  they  were   (  which  was  by  choice  )  ,   and  amelia  really  doesn’t  know  a  lot  about  him  .   she  kinda  wishes  that  she  did  ,   but  there  would  be  nothing  to  do  about  that  .    ‘  not  like  ,   o’riley  to  o’riley  .   he  was  just  buying  some  grave  flowers  and  left  .  ’  

        Cara nods, a perky grin curling at her lips as she surveys their vast arrangement of tattoos. As an amateur animator herself, she doesn’t have the authority to comment on anyone else’s technique. But she knows good craftsmanship when she sees it, and notices that the stranger clearly has a specific, high-quality vision for the ink on their body. Knowing that makes her ecstatic that they approve of her own tattoo enough to compliment it unpromptedly.

        “This is my first one! I was totally cool while getting it, but wow,” she says, grimacing slightly as her arm shifts while flexing, feeling skin together and wishing she could take her potion in secret, “this fucking smarts.”

        Finally, Cara’s name is called out, and she grabs the caramel macchiato that the barista hands to her. Then, she turns back to her current subject of curiosity, nodding once at them. “That’s me, Cara! What about you?” She takes a sip.

          “  THAT’S  AWESOME  !  i  might  sound  crazy  for  saying  this  ,  but  you  kinda  get  used  to  it  after  your  second  or  third  one  ,  ”  satomi  chuckles  .  “  but  you’re  smart  for  starting  off  with  a  smaller  piece  .  my  first  piece  was  this  one  ––  ”  gestures  to  the  tattoos  peeking  out  from  the  collar  of  her  shirt  and  rolls  up  her  sleeve  to  show  how  far  their  first  piece  extended  .  however  ,  it  is  a  miyamoto  tradition  for  a  hunter  to  go  to  japan  to  get  inked  after  successfully  completing  training  .

closed starter // @miyamctos​​

location // the red eye

“I feel like I’m stuck in an awful hangover.” Silas groaned, putting his hands over his face for a moment. “Like… I drank too much and then the whole murder thing, it’s a lot for my brain to cope with.” Was he being a tad dramatic about the hangover, most likely. 

“Glad it’s open” he commented referring to the fight club. This was the ideal place for him to blow of steam when he needed to. Tonight wasn’t one of those nights. He was just checking the place out and possibly gauging the competition. “Yeah, I didn’t think I’d be back so soon either” he spoke casually, his eyes back on the fight which had most of his attention.

“ WHAT DO WE DO ? ”   she echoes incredulously, not really sure what satomi’s asking at first.   “ oh, fuck that. i don’t get gifts for everyone in the pack. we celebrate them in one way or another—acknowledge them, i guess you can say—but it’s not like my brother bakes everyone a cake to blow out some candles. why, do you celebrate every cousin of yours’ birthday ? ”

     apollo  looks  more  sophisticated  than  usual  ;   black  tailored  trousers  ,  button-down  white  shirt  and  black  vest  .   and  he’s  extending  the  tray  of  glasses  to  guests  every  now  and  then  ,  with  a  smile  plastered  on  lips  .   though  ,  the  action  is  rather  done  on  automatic  .   thus  ,  when  he’s  approached  by  the  other  ,  the  tray  is  extended  to  them  too  ,  but  the  smile  ?   well  ,  it  dies  a  little  .   “  that’s  rude  ,  miyamoto  .  ”   he  looks  at  the  direction  of  the  host  of  the  event  ,  who  looks  distracted  enough  ,  and  pluckers  a  glass  for  himself  from  his  own  tray  ,  downing  the  drink  quickly  .   “  am  i  really  not  that  memorable  ?  ”