autoplay - 🎶

  “Hmm... They only concern me if they concern you!”

‟Why would I do that when I do not even know what bacon is, let alone who you are? I do not comprehend.”

  “I’m Hajime, and bacon is delicious!” Surely, that helped. “You’ll be helping me a lot if you try it, sir! It’s still wrapped, so I promise it’s okay!”

Drop me a character name and I’ll reveal my muse’s heart...

“Eh? Hole?!” He swiftly stuck his hands into his pockets and lo and behold- there was a hole in his left side! How did he not notice that?

  “Aw. Well, okay! Since your friend would get mad, we should make them better, right?”

Ayaka couldn’t share that confidence, only managing to stop herself from pointing out the fact that it was very likely that she wouldn’t be much help at all before she got into that discussion again. She’d heard it occasionally from Isemi and never found it very uplifting. It was best to focus on the relevant (if strange) points that would help in their search.

               Noticeably struck by the statement, Hajime’s eyes widened and her mouth hung open for a brief moment before she voiced a drawled, impressed, “Oooh!!”

“Your sunny mood is making mine pick up somewhat if that counts for anything.” Her eyes still followed the NOTE, but now they were back to observing the face of this cheerful girl. There would be an energy overload if she and Tsuruya ever ended up in the same room together.

               Hajime didn’t reply, but acknowledged the other’s words with a stifled giggle. She was always relieved when her positive moods had an influence on someone else, but she never really changed even when it annoyed people.

There were scissors being pointed at him by a stranger. Out of no where, he had a bladed object pointed at him by a stranger.

               Hajime blinks and lowers her head as the stranger drops to the ground, looking much like he was protecting himself from … oh, her? Goodness. She replaces the scissors and beams down at the other. Scaring them was completely unintentional, but she didn’t blame them for getting defensive.

WOULD YOU RATHER:

Send "´͈ ᵕ `͈" for my muse's reaction to yours suddenly holding their hand.

So, he’d decided to ride that rather large metal contraption that so many people seemed to be fine with approaching, boarding, and going about daily life on. His large stature made it a little (quite) difficult to get comfortable on, and the movements of it as it started to move were… well. Not the most pleasant, to say the least. It was almost… concerning.

  “Safe?” she echoed, the keyword grabbing her attention immediately. The safety of others was her priority, a fact which applied even with her duties as a Gatchaman not necessarily needing to be addressed anymore. It was simply her morals that made her attentive of surrounding people, even when it came to a question she didn’t normally hear. She would have thought everyone could tolerate a large machine like a bus, but she wasn’t one to judge.