死死死

❝   okay,   okay.    ❞  he replied softly,   pace set with him.  if he didn’t keep up now,   he was sure that the other was just going to tell him that they needed to get there quicker.  ❝  you really think it will be  that  busy?   ❞   ---  he’s not so fond of crowds,   even if it was just to go and look at lights.   

he couldn’t ever put them up at his own place after all,   lighting up a  funeral  home  for christmas was quite distasteful in many people’s eyes.   kinaki couldn’t even remember the last time that he had put up lights  --     /  @vxngefulist​

❝   what  do  you even buy a cat for christmas?   ❞   kinaki had  really  thought that she was joking about the idea of getting her cat anything,   especially when he saw her name on fleur’s shopping list.   a cat wouldn’t  know  what it was for,  so the sentiment almost felt wasted;   but he wasn’t going to judge her for it.  more curious.  it was a little different than looking for a child or a friend.   he guessed  treats  was good,  but ... if anyone knew the other,  they would know her house was always stocked on goodies for her pet.      /    @fleurdance​

tagged by @covetis​   /   tagging:  whoever wants to do !

❝   sorry,   i didn’t mean to be weird.   ❞   maybe in telling the other of one of his small fears,   he had made himself look weak  ---  as a  mortician,   he should have been used to working at night,   but that didn’t hide that he was still scared of the dark.   well,  not even during the night,  his job called for being there any time of the day if need be.   but he truthfully hated to have to check on preparations during the night.   how  they got on this topic,   he was unsure. he supposed that it wasn’t even something about work.  he was just picking himself apart with that one.   the other had told him something about  night life being exciting in the area;  he was unfamiliar with such.  both shy  &   afraid of the dark,  kinaki was not one to be seen going out often.  only when he was required to.  

walking off to the side,   he got out of the way of the crowd,  following the other akin to a puppy.   ❝  do you think it can be  fixed?   ❞   kinaki asked,   though the answer was most likely  no.   he could get a new one,  that wasn’t a problem  ---  but how could he not be upset about it?   it was something that he used every day,   and was vaguely attached to.  the fact that someone would bump into him so harshly,  without even caring to stop and make sure that he was alright,  and caused it to break . . . it was a little bit of a  day ruiner,   he couldn’t lie. 

KINAKI’S LIVING SITUATION,  his bedroom is just a attic - styled bedroom above his funeral home.  he has a personal bed  &  bath,   but his kitchenette is in the private half of the funeral parlor beneath.  it’s not the most flashy living situation,  but it definitely meets his meets well enough.