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         “…Are you okay?” His uncomfortableness might have been her fault. She knew it was impolite to stare, and yet she found herself watching his every move. It was mean of her. Mean of her to wish he was someone else, when his company was plenty wonderful of it’s own volition. Akihiko had his own nice quirks that Nanako found endearing, it was just, it took her a while to get used to someone. She didn’t get used to people very quickly or very easily. At least not without some middle ground in between. Even without the middle ground, she was by no means going to be rude to him. Concern was shown greatly for the other silver haired man as he sat adjacent to her.

          For a moment, she’s thoughtful. Just quiet and thinking. Maybe he was upset about that day at the office. Where she kept looking for Adachi. “Sanada-san? I’m sorry.” She didn’t rightfully know what she was apologizing for, but in the event that she had upset him that day and that’s now causing for his discomfort, she wanted him to know she truly wished for him to be able to relax.

             ‘ hm ? why do you ask that ? ‘ none of this was her fault. there was nothing                to be at fault for anyway. the things that had happened had been taken                 care of. it was unfortunate to say, but she had been strung along for quite                some time-- a lot of people had. her innocence had been compromised in                the form of friendship and trust, and that was something he was unable                 to break, no matter how big of a lie it had become. ‘ i’m fine, nanako.                 there’s no need to apologize. it’s a little different having me here since                 i’m not... well... i’m not trying to replace him, if that’s what you were                 thinking. i can understand if it felt that way, and if it did, i should be the                 one apologizing. ‘ 

“A lot of things have bad idea written all over it, but we can get through it if we work together.” There was determination showing around all over him. Despite the possibly odds of being extremely low.

           @starpcllux // .

           ‘ akihiko - senpai, i’m pretty sure that’s spoiled. it’s been in the fridge for at least a month. ‘ her head tilted at the elder; as her hand reached out to grab the packaging to read the expiration date. ‘ … it is. ‘ 

                  ‘ hm ? ‘ without a warning, the package shifts hands and soon sits                     comfortably within hers. ‘ it’s not-- i just-- those aren’t supposed                      to go bad... right ? ‘

                                                          and here he had been eating it for the last                                                           couple of days anyway. 

– ❝ Does it seem like I care about my “safety?” ❞

[Threats were ineffective against any member of Strega, as anybody who came into contact with the group ought to realize; each member had the idea that their own health and welfare didn’t matter ingrained within them, thanks to the charismatic prowess of the group’s leader. Besides…Nanashi couldn’t care less about the decision to keep this encounter a secret, not when this wasn’t a confidential deal that’d be maintained by Strega and a client of theirs. Akihiko wasn’t anyone he desired to cover for, anyhow…not when he was connected to Strega’s rivals.]

❝ You won’t get any promises from me. Deal with that however you’d like. ❞

              ‘ suit yourself. you may not care, but you and i happen to be                  incredibly high up. no many can scale the levels of tartarus                  like this on their own. in fact, i haven’t known anyone to be                 able to take on the shadows that roam these floors by                  themselves. 

              ‘ if you don’t care about your safety, then you won’t mind me                  leaving you to catch up with my companions. i don’t see any                 way for you to fend for yourself-- but then again, that shouldn’t                 be my problem. it’ll be entirely up to you to get back down...                  and on top of that-- explain to whoever’s in charge of you that                 you let a member of s.e.e.s walk right on out without a single                  scratch. 

                 i know i haven’t been active here lately, and i’m                   really sorry. had a bit of a bad time with parents                  and it resulted in me desperately searching for                   a job and now i work four days a week... 

                 on top of that i’m not sleeping well and i’ve been                  dealing with health issues and ugggggghhhh                  i’d really like to be here to just-- chill out and                   write, but i’m having a hard time. 

                 the flowers aren’t anything extravagant, almost as if they were                 picked right off the bushes on the walk home from their school.                  were they picked right off the bushes on the walk home from                  school ? nonetheless, they were gifted to him with a gentle                  smile and a genuine ‘ i love you ‘ . 

                 before the words even leave her mouth, he’s scooping her up,                  swinging her around in his arms, eyes tearing at how moved                  his is. 

               ‘ and i love you too, angel !! did you pick these all yourself ?                  they’re wonderful ! i’ll put them in a vase for my desk at the                  office, how about that ? ‘ 

                    well, there was a lack of love for punch                     dad during this father’s day celebration...                     but, in true celebratory fashion, i’m wasted                     right now so-- i’m not as bummed as i                      normally would’ve been. 

                    peace and love

                  * loud screaming *

       cranium SWINGS within concise nod, NON-VOCAL acceptance for proposed CHALLENGE as fingers adjust SLEEVES back to their original position, SWEATY droplets pearling an adonistic PHIZ, remains of current training TEEN leader would have preferred TO avoid if asked, spend the evening ON the peaceful sanctuary that is OWN room instead, losing himself INTO the majestic beats of portable PLAYER.

          still, he keeps attending since PHYSICAL strength is quite a REQUISIT as well to resist when DEALING not only with shady creatures BUT also heavy atmosphere nocturnal MAZE compels. a mild roar that suddenly DISRUPTS, stomach claiming treat. ah— he’s HUNGRY.

                  the sound, while one he is incredibly familiar with, is one that catches                   him off guard when coming from his companion. still, he can’t help but                   stifle the chuckle that rises within him. it’s such a simple necessity yet                   it’s a humbling one all the same. 

                ‘ i shouldn’t have kept you out this long... i’m sorry. we should probaly                   be heading back anyway. looks like your stomach agrees. ‘ his smile                    isn’t patronizing in the slightest. he’s enjoying spending his time with                    the team’s reticent leader. he had hoped it would’ve opened the                    underclassman up a bit, but the intensity of their training plus the lack                   of a proper meal must’ve kept him reserved, as per usual. 

         “…It’s okay, Sanada-san.”

          Nanako didn’t like this. Not that Akihiko was a bad guy, but it was almost like her dad was replacing Adachi at this point. Someone knew where he was, and they weren’t telling her where he was located. That was just saddening. Still, Akihiko was friendly, and he was going to be welcome, no matter how much she wished things didn’t have to change.

         “You can sit…over there.” Pointing to where Adachi would usually sit, she has to inwardly steel herself. No one could have Yu’s spot. That was reserved for him and for when he came back. She had her own established spot, and so did her dad. Everyone did.

                    ‘ why thank you... that’s incredibly kind. ‘ forcing a nervous smile,                        he takes his place, casually removing his coat, folding it and                        placing it at his side. next, each glove slips from its respective                       hand and finds a spot atop the neatly situated coat. it was almost                       as if he were going out of his way to be overly conscious of his                        behavior. normally, had he been invited in the blasé manner that                       dojima had offered, he would’ve been far more inclined to make                       himself comfortable. something about the doe eyes that stared                       back at him made him feel-- slightly uneasy. not to say they weren’t                       charming as any young child might be, he simply felt as if he were                       intruding where he shouldn’t. 

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                 e3 the last couple days have me living soo                  i guess that means i’m hype enough to                   write starters--

                    i’m not usually one to care about numbers but--                      there are 222 followers on this blog... how are                      there so many of you yet it feels dead here more                     than half the time ?