騒々しい少年。

                 ❛      i  -  i’m sorry !   oh dear lo  —-  it’s my fault  —-  don’t  —-  !     ❜

                      FLUSTERED as the stranger gathered her belongings, clammy  hands          straightened the  FLORAL  patterns of the sundress the  young   woman deemed          ADORABLE.  instantly petrified by the other’s  towering  physique, crimson  only            splashed on rapunzel’s  cheeks.       the plastic bag containing varieties of   FRUIT            had  slipped from the tiny,  delicate hands of the girl, in the process of the collision.          emerald eyes   OBSERVED   how he  generously   HELPED   her look  less  of a          walking disaster    ——-  well,  he  succeeded  in having her  PETRIFIED.  

                        nervous laughter  ENGULFED  her throat,  &  an apologetic smile curled              on her lips.  he appeared to mirror the same  TROUBLED  expression as her.    a          slight   FLASH   of reality sprinkled in her subconscious,  &   DESPITE  being in a          dress,  rapunzel swooped down to  COLLECT  the items.  the banging of  anxiety          on her chest  wasn’t  much of a help.   however,  she did  regain  her  composure. 

                          ❛        my name’s rapunzel, i apologize.                                                          was i really that small that you didn’t even notice me ?        ❜

              ❛        it’s fine. it’s my fault.         ❜

                            STOIC expression settles in, unfazed by the embarrassing situation. however,             whatever is outside of the conversation becomes NUMB & CLOUDED, attention centered             on the stranger. he looks down at her, six foot seven frame easily SHADOWING her petite,             dress-clad one. INKY shirt sleeve -- covered arms cross & uncross, thumbs hooking into             the belt loops of his grey skinny jeans; he feels regretful for bumping into the NERVOUS             looking girl. 

                             his face remains EMOTIONLESS, like his promoter, tak, yet his voice edges              with uncertainty for fear of awkwardness. falling SILENT, it takes him a few moments to             reply.

                                       ❛          . . . i am takeshi. it was my fault.                                                               ah...no i was distracted.        ❜

                                                   he pauses momentarily, biting his bottom lip.

          A MULTITUDE OF PHONE CALLS HAVE BECOME COMMON FOR HIM;           whether it be buzzing or the basic tone of the phone’s chime, it’s nearly driven           the man MAD. clipped tone speaking in rushed JAPANESE, his brows furrow           at  the complaints his  manager  prattles  on  about —  not  enough  publicity !           not enough this, not enough THAT   —  it’s a miracle the boxer hasn’t smashed            his     phone     into     the    ground    &    STORMED     through     the     crowd.

                 BETWEEN AVOIDING PAPARAZZI & KEEPING HIS  TEMPER,                  takeshi matsuoka has immersed himself in the phone call,   nearly                  blind  to the  world around  him. however,  that all  ENDS when  he                   walks into a  small framed girl;  a blur of gold,    the darkened tint                  provided  by designer shades  allowing  the  setting  sun’s  light   to                   glow brightly once more. dark eyes  narrow to focus,  taking  in the                  surprised  look  of  the  other.  tall  frame  bends  over  to  pick    up                  whatever the they’ve  dropped,  tone low, ignoring  watching  EYES.

                                      ❛ ごめんなさい ——   i should have been                                                     watching where i was going. are you alright,                                                    miss ? ❜

           HE TILTS HIS HEAD DOWNWARDS, AMBER                optics examining the deathly pale, contrasting                 form of the man standing before him. lately, his                owner has been allowing him to wander freely,                but never too far for the case of losing him.

                        A CURIOUS PURR RUMBLES THROUGHOUT                         his entirety towards the man whose vitals register                         as NONEXISTANT.

           ❛ whoa, look at that gear!                aha, d’ya mind if i touch you?❜

              ;; streiiken & ;; sozoshiboi

    “Feelings are overrated. “

sozoshiboi

❛ this isn’t going to end well, noisy boy. ❜

             for me apparently.

SILENCE; he assumes a pose to somewhat  mirror the other, yet with his own style ------ surely mimicry of the other.

                      ❛ .... ❜

          he looks down at her, amber optics glowing with             a new found fondness for the girl who spat flames             & bore the small horns of the DEVIL himself; the girl             who showed a fierceness that was shared deep             within himself. though rude & filled with WRATH,             she had found favor with the ROBOT. towering             frame leaned into a crouch, head tilted ever so             slightly to peer into her bright, REPTILIAN eyes.

sozoshiboi

       ❛ I find mechanical fighters such as you less than impressive. Your “prowess” is an outcome of calibrated gears and wires— you do not belong on a battlefield, machine. I would not dirty my hands SLAYING you. ❜

     ( behind the ivory mask a sneer is hiding, like a viper lurking between blades of grass. although the king’s speech was VENOMOUS enough— tis a shame nobody can see those glorious fangs of his glistening with malicious intent. )

      ❛ Is is of HABIT for you to pick out on imperfections ? ❜

                ( metallic limbs make the most minute of adjustments; paying                 truth to the words that come from the hidden lips of the mask                 bearing figure. he towers above, even from the distance they                 keep; the automation bears no knowledge of what or WHO                 the malicious man is, nor why he spits words of ACIDIC tones. )

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