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     ”Oh,” Jin paused from where he’d been chasing the money that had flown out of his hand. It had finally stopped in it’s tracks, and thankfully not across town—but instead it landed flat against a strangers face. “Oops.”

                 ❝  Eh?         ❞ Yuki's  reaction is  slow on the  draw,                  though,  still,  he lifts  his  hand,  lean  fingers  curling                  around  the  money  that had  landed  in  his  face.  It                  definitely wasn't something he was expecting. ❝  I'm                  guessing this is yours, yeah?  ❞

     ”You gonna stand there all fucking day or get a drink, asshole? Some people have places to be.”

                 ❝  Some people  would also  show some  manners                  and be nicer.  ❞         still, Yuki takes a second and                  presses  a button  on the  machine, making sure  to                  take his  time. Not necessarily  to piss the other  off,                  but simply because he can.

✄ — "That one, I guess…" In a slightly defeated tone, she looks up to a stuffed dragon hanging to the side- a ridiculous looking thing, cartoonish and all out of proportion, colored bright red with purple eyes. "I mean, if you can get it.” 

                 ❝  Alright.  ❞  And Yuki takes his aim -- tilting                  the gun just right before  seconds later a bullet                  hits its target. Even so, there is no emotions of                  accomplishments,   just   a   simple   shrug   of                  shoulders.                                    ❝  There.  ❞

trust me, they know it’s hot, they know. but their reason for wearing what they’re wearing probably far outweighs the temperature outside.

Karneval Illustration Book 2 - Mikanagi Touya

Or a canon character who’s OC friendly.

✄ — "Nn…" With some reluctance, she hands the gun over to him, with as much skepticism and dejection as a bad-shot like her could have. "If you think you can do better, be my guest." 

                         He  gestures to  the prizes  after the                          gun is curled  within  nimble  fingers                          and he waits. After all, he isn't doing                          this for himself. He  just wants to be                          useful for once.

✄ — "Eh?" She lowered the gun in disbelief, and then puffed her cheeks in indignation. "I can too! Watch!" Another shot- and it’s a miss. "…." 

                                  ❝         here, let me try..  ❞

Extremely concerned tiny German noises.

                              Kids with amnesia  weren't exactly Yuki's                               specialty. He honestly has no idea how to                                deal with this.