hear my roar.

“ You don’t want to try this super, super big ice cream?!” in cues him doing a dramatic gasp, mouth agape, pointy fangs on display. How unfun! Souma always has a bunch of ice cream on standby! That’s the main thing you should have during the summer; plenty of cold treats and having activities on the side! “ You could get one scoop, Liopi! You don’t necessarily have to get a big one like me, “ as they stood there waiting in line in front of Daily Chiko— famously known for its large portion of creamery slapped onto a cone; he's hyper-focused on making sure his new friend gets nicely cooled down!

“ Or you could get somethin’ else? It’s my treat, so don’t bother pulling out your wallet!”

it's a very unfortunate situation that he's found himself within, trapped here in line (a stupidly long one, he thinks) waiting for ice cream of all things. a sweet treat, perfect for the average person on a sweltering day such as this, but he isn't the average person.

he hates the cold; physically cannot tolerate it, cold-blooded though he is. and, so, he's here not by choice, but by force. he supposes. not that he couldn't have run, lost souma somewhere in a crowd, but for whatever reason incomprehensible to him he hadn't-- he couldn't be bothered to ask himself why. he didn't do friends. souma, of course, didn't seem to mind.

He’s being considerate — it wouldn’t be fair for him to buy something for himself and not give Lio anything in return!

an extra

Even  if  he  was  overly  explaining  how  wonderful  his  mother  is,  he  could  see  that  sad  look  on  Rin's  face.  While  Bachira  grew  up  with  just  his  mother  and  himself,  Rin  had  a  family.   A  mother  and  a  father  and  an  older  brother!  –  So  you  would  think  he  was  never  alone.  Unlike  Bachira,  who  would  spend  nights  alone  while  his  mother  worked  her  odd  jobs  while  painting.  -So,  in  fact,  he  was  overly  hyper  when  someone  would  listen;  he  almost  felt  bad.  Knowing  how  annoying  he  could  be.  Hell,  people  even  have  punched  him  to  shut  up  in  school.  But  Rin's  never  done  that,  (yet),  just  told  him  to  shut  up,  and  sometimes  he  does.  Or  he  moves  on  to  the  next.  Bachira's  energy  is  insane. 

Even  so,  talking  about  his  little  Imaginary  friend  –  his  monster,  really  did  confuse  people,  so  normally  he  would  end  that  and  move  on.  But  the  smaller  one  shugged  a  little  bit.  “Sometimes  you're  the  reason  he  breaks  down.”  Oops,  sold  his  best  friend  out.   “  You  can  be  draining  when  you're  an  asshole.  But  I  find  it  amusing  that  you  guys  fight  so  much.  Don't  worry,  this  is  SO  not  me  telling  you  to  be  nice.  I  don't  think  anyone  can.”  he  giggled  once  more,  and  stretched  a  little  bit.  “Personally,  you  guys  can  do  whatever  you  want.  Try  and  kill  each  other  for  all  I  care,   –  I  don't  know.  I'm  rambling  now,  and  if  Iagi  knew  I  said  anything,  I'll  get  the  silent  treatment  for  a  whole  week!”  and  Bachira  can't  handle  that.  He'll  be  unstable  himself.

Playing  in  the  water  just  a  little,  he  listened  and  giggled  a  bit  more.  “  Right,  sure.  You're  so  bored  and  done  with  me,  but  you  keep  playing  with  me  when  I  ask!  Beside  i've  gotten  a  lot  better;  even  if  my  dribbling  is  insane,  I've  also  scored  more  than  others.  So  you  have  to  give  me  something  for  that.  ”  There  was  some  teasing  in  his  voice;  at  least  he  wasn't  as  useless  as  some  others.  At  least  that  is  how  he  sees  it.  He  might  not  be  number  one,  but  he  did  get  caught  up  in  the  top  six  for  his  skills,  at  least.  “  And  I  don't  use  the  same  bait;  the  movements  speak  for  themselves,”  he  mused  a  little,  swaying  a  little  in  the  water,  humming.   Chuckling,  he  was  glad  he  was  on  the  other's  side  –  he  could  tell  the  other's  look.  And  he  was  about  to  die! 

Shooting a disgusted look towards him was all telling; Rin didn't care about Isagi's feelings. How many times did he have to make it obvious for this shitty bee to understand? Isagi is not — and will never be— a part of his personal bubble. He'll never be on radar; again, only certain people have that privilege. Instead of biting the bullet on throwing an insult at Bachira, he opts to stay quiet, observing him across the way. Vexation burns in his veins on and off— contemplating on ending this little bath short or ripping the man a whole different hole in his body.

Bachira’s a good player, not that he'd admit it out loud — nonetheless, he doesn't see himself using him in his own makeshift goal of beating his brother. Some people are worthy of being used, controlled precisely on the field to Rin's liking. For instance, he thinks that whitehead was useful though they never indirectly practiced together — Rin saw the potential in Nagi before his untimely demise of being locked off. How can someone so skillful just give that easily? What was he trying to gain? Those final words of Nagi’s had lingered into the back of his mind.

Those words are beyond fucking ridiculous. Who would fall for Isagi Yoichi of all people? Become obsessed with the most bland guy on the planet? Rin's mouth curled downward, scowling, preparing to spit obscenities at Bachira’s words. What he has for that sprout isn't obsession— its borderline murderous intention. Kill the one thing that keeps bothering him, making his skin crawl in an abundance of distaste. The only thing that Rin's very grateful for is that offer— they won't be on the same teams, won't have to look at each other unless on the field. That's fine. But everyday? Unbelievable. Was Bachira that stupid to realize that he's only playing a part in Isagi's plan? Using him as an outline to get a ‘ super goal? ‘ Isagi uses people in order to get what he wants; he would know, he used him back the same way — their relationship isn't healthy, obviously. a bated breath elicited through his lips, listening to the next sentence that easily rolled out of Bachira’s mouth. What the fuck would you know? He mused, forlornly. What would he know about his attachment to his brother? The person he relied on, looked up to, became a whole different fucking person over the last four years.

a hand gently cards its finger through those soft blond locks, leaning down to give a chaste kiss on his lips. " Come to the room after you finished with your show. "

Christmas was always a weird time of the year for Ryusei. His hatred for Santa always played a big part during the holiday, which only took the demon's mood and crushed it under his fat, jolly ass. Ugh, the thought alone made his eyes roll. Thankfully, the apartment held no festive décor what so ever. Hell, no one could probably tell it was even Christmas around here. Sae-chan had a bit of a more minimalist aesthetic to maintain, and that could clearly be seen clearly with this Feng Shui happening around here.

Nevertheless, Ryusei didn't mind. He never minded when it came to Sae-chan, especially when he was apparently dropping presents in his lap. Like a stork with a baby. Fuchsia irises trained on the pastel pink lining the bag --- a choice dedicated to him and him alone. Blonde brows quirked, a cheeky little smirk tainting his lips as his head craned back against the couch. There he was, the love of his life.

" --- For me? Oooh, Sae-chan ya' shouldn't have! " His response was genuine as fingers immediately dove into the bag. Sketchbooks and more bulk art supplies met him first. Lord knows he was running out of pages in his current sketchbook. Art supplies was always a need, too. He dove deeper and saw some of his favorite snacks in here, too. How sweet of Sae-chan for remembering that he really liked those blue Takis that they'd had overseas once before. And the last thing that caught his eye, aside from everything else, was a little black box. One of those thin fancy ones that rich folks usually give as gifts. Deft fingers snatched the box from the bag, quickly pulling the lid off to see a black leather choker neatly packed in it. Of course --- Ryusei loved to accessorize, and Sae-chan knew his tastes all too well. What caught his eye though, was the green gemstone that sat on the front of it. Not too gaudy, it was just right. Minimalist, yes?

Ryusei didn't even acknowledge the hand carding through his messy, lazy day bed head. He was too busy picking the choker up to admire it quietly, both hands holding it and examining it --- only to see the lettering engraved in the back of it. The part that would sit right against his throat. An S and an I. SI. Sae's initials ; which funnily enough, also read as yes in Spanish. The thought made the demon snort. But, it didn't make him miss those fingers tracing his jaw, tilting his head back just to plant a chaste kiss against his lips --- which he returned instantly.