* / OCCULT

“Yeah, Tsukinaga Leo from New Dimension’s Knights. Hiya.” Leo didn’t move from his spot, not inching closer, even if he wanted to, but not moving backward either. This guy seemed to be a bundle of nerves and then some, didn’t he? He wasn’t working himself into a state of shock, was he? It would be bad if he was, and Leo half pondered handing his relatively roomy hoodie over to the guy.

“Ayase Mayoi, huh? Lost-kun! Okay, got it!” He smiled toothily, showing off his one snaggle tooth. “Nice to meet you!”

“Oh… You gotta go? Really? …Excuse me for asking, but you don’t kind of seem to be in good enough condition to move very far. Are you gonna be okay?”

           ❛    ♣    ❜

     eyes widen very slightly as the context is given to their name; they were a fellow idol -- & one of the composers of the highest praised units ! fear comes back tenfold, fearing tsukinaga would tell his superiors of the creepy man he encountered who happened to also be an idol. 

     “ a -- ahhhhh... ! t -- tsukinaga leo sannnn, i - i’m so sorryyyyy ! please, i’ll be good ! i’ll do anything you want just -- don’t tell tenshouin senpai about how creepy and disgusting i ammmm.. ! ”

     tears prick at lashes, daring to trickle down dirtied porcelain features. 

     body freezes, tsukinaga commenting on his physical state makes legs turn to goo, falling back onto the grass below the two of them. tears finally stream down his face, overwhelming helplessless flooding over him. 

          ❛    ♣    ❜

     stop staring, is  all mayoi can think to himself at the sight of the human ( ? ) a few metres away. ivory pale locks that stick from their scalp & scales that protrude off their skin is far from the normal human physique. drawn to the softest of  humans, he couldn’t help but feel wrong finding the desire to help the stranger, who was neither small not helpless looking.

     stop staring, he repeats to himself, emerald hues never once leaving the other’s green tinted scales that run across pale features. 

     finally beginning to build the energy to look away, the unnatural movement under their shirt instantly recaptures his attention. both hands seemed to be at their sides, & no one appeared to be near them to have theirs in his shirt. so was it... an animal ? the thought of a kitten or a rabbit popping its head out makes rose instantly heat pale features. 

     but the head of a snake makes body grow cold. 

     feet quickly move into action, breaking the distance between the two. hands stay by his own chest, both to keep from breaching boundaries & to keep the reptile from attacking him. finger meekly points, entire body shaking, & voice doing the same;

     “ e - ee - excu - uuuu - use me, but - uh , you -- eek !  s - ss - snake, clothes !? “