one shot.

           “ Paint me on your canvas! Or die!! ” 

“..I don’t feel like dyin’ today.. So, here I go. ‘The next Picasso...” 

      MAKO burns, INFERNO soil; dual-realities coiled about the ankles of a veteran soldier– he is a force to be reckoned with even in these unknown lands. Aye– grand metropolises and pestilential depths were of no oddity to a creature that was BRED among the rot. With war-hackles raised and a commanding swagger in each deafening CLACK! of his stride, he was once a man of the frontline, a paragon that charred the badlands of his greedy cortège with each flaming surge of his ire, and this boy with a gun begs no bewilderment from him.

             “ Thanks - Really though? Is that’a good thing? - And uh - It kinda doesn’t but if I’d name it - it’d be along the lines of kickass. Got somethin’ like it? “

                                  “ No problem ! I wouldn't go anywhere without it either -- “

Hopefully the guy doesn’t mind’em bein’ too close to the bike - his fingertips already begun to brush against its’ sleek metal - tickling the pad of fingers with a nice tinglin’ feeling. You don’t see things like this too often around, he almost wants to steal th’ thing - but he refrains from that of course. And man - cool? It’s so friggin’ phenomenal! People are missin’ out if they don’t find this thing cool - or rather, maybe they’re not cool at all themselves, woops.

he regarded the man out of wide eyes, awkward worry beaming from his expression. Poor guy could barely drag himself and that storm in his stomach out of hunger. Daisuke hummed momentarily in thought, trying to recall the names of the largest meals his workplace had to offer. 

Just hearin’ those huge meals has him nearly droolin’ to the point of drenchin’ his tank [ not really but he’s that hungry! ] -- and he rubs his stomach as if it’d calm the demon bangin’ stomach walls, demandin’ for some friggin’ food but he curls up against the counter instead [ because the demon’s winnin’ at this point ]; outstretching a bag of gil in front of the man with his own face nestled - faceplanted onto the counter too. 

There’s certainly a pause when she hears, and in turn sees the other, a brow raised in surprise, the instant shift in what she was expecting after hearing the man’s mannerisms. She expected hostility, she always did when she was  out of her home, when she was someplace new and undiscovered, at least to her own personal archive of realms. It’s a surprise, and her mind struggles to think of a proper response, to not seem negative to him. The last thing she needed was to irritate a local and end up in a hostile scenario.

But the bird’s wings stretch out, its feet restless, and the urge to flee can be felt. She turns, instead, to the Chocobo, the other blonde forgotten for now, and a hand is raised, gently brushing down the neck as the bird merely offers a sound.

     “Don’t flee, you’re safe here. Don’t leave me.”

It was murmured, before she glanced to the other, a frown there slightly.

It kinda feels like someone just died, ‘cause damn the silence is deafenin’. I mean his elbows are still up until someone confirms he’s not any danger but unfortunately the bird’s about to scram and he’s pursing his lips so tight to refrain from exclaiming ‘hey, wait’a minute!’ But alas, he’ll stand there patient, then finally hears words - conversation is a good reassurance for a lack of precaution, right? Aaah, he’ll just go with that. And boy, she must be good with animals ‘cause if he tried the same - he’d probably get back-kicked to -- last week. As to her statement though, he lowers his hands, brushing his index knuckle beneath the area below his nose. 

         “ You must be really special for’em to stay for you.             But uh.. What're you runnin’ from ..? IF you don’t mind me askin’..“

_[ Cue Silas twerking aggressively on the dash to announce that ] : _I have 200 lovely followers and I’m so very happy that this blog, as well as my interpretation of Kurasame, has received such positive feedback! Of course, I’m always looking to improve, and the best way that I can do that is by interacting with people as much as possible on this blog! Thank you all so very much for making my experience memorable! I would like to toss a few blogs out of which I would recommend to anyone:

Final Fantasy Based:

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Outside of Final Fantasy:

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&& a few mentions to the cuties I would love to jive down with for a thread and who are hella u v u:

   “COOL.” She repeats that word with slightly incredulous deadpan, as if she couldn’t believe that he excused his friends escape from inevitable death, because they were cool. [ even as she stares him down, trying to disguise how utterly confused she is at his multiple trains of thought, she still couldn’t believe he said something so— – ]

   | lame. it was    almost chicken-wuss    lame. Hyne,    gouge her eyes out. |

‘Guess he’ll provide a description - elevating their heights with his hands; explainin’ what kinda hair they had - their clothes, personality, almost rantin’ off about their lifestory until abruptly stopping himself. He chuckles nervously, rubbing the back of his head, apologizin’ - because yeah, he kinda got carried away with that. But he thanks her - and all that good stuff.

                         “ Ah, thanks for helping me out by the way.                             And uh.. I don’t think I got your name --  “