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" ʸᶦᵖᵉᵉᵉᵉᵉᵉᵉᵉᵉᵉᵉᵉᵉᵉᵉᵉᵉᵉᵉᵉᵉᵉᵉᵉᵉ "
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@songofnoheart // planned starter —
“ To think my heart would yearn for that dreadful riot, ga ne..♫ ♪” Mr 3 Sanmaru grumbled in anguish, weakly strumming the shamisen’s cord. After another night of playing in the castle, he lonely walked back to the man’s quarters, accompanied only by the shine of the moon across the paper doors. The past two years of his life, the artist divided (with a clear favoritism) between managing a circus and Brook's career. That mission was supposed to be quite the vacation for himself… but. It was too plain, simple..perfect, everything going always as he planned. The novelty of that beautiful country soon faded when it couldn't distract his mind from that lack of noise. “ Isn't like I'm asking for trouble.. or anything, ga ne. ” The artist lifted his gaze, where the moon shined bright in the skies. “ I wonder if we’re looking up at the same sky.. Broo— ”
“ GAH! ” His feet caught onto something, causing Sanmaru to fall face straight onto the floor…Upon asserting what caught his feet. His heart almost jumped out of his chest.... The white kimono, the pearl white bones.. the afro! For a second his heart bumped from love into dreadful fear.
The artist curled himself in fetal position, panicking and grabbing his ponytail. If BrOOK Was there.. Luffy also would be! “ I SAAAAID I WASN'T ASKING FOR TROUBLE, GA NE!! NOT YOU GUYS!! This country is DONE FOR, GA NE!! IS DONE FOR….” “.........You have alot to explain, Mr Brook! Now.. let’s call you back here, ga ne. ” He crawled onto the skeleton, leaning closer to their neck spine and started licking on a very sensible spot.“ Lero lero Lero lero Lero lero Lero lero "
As Mr 3 entered his atelier, he would witness Brook, dramatically laying draped over one of the unfinished statues. His wings spread wide and resting over his head. Feathers and light majestically framing his figure. A sight that would make any religious person choke up in awe, yet quite familiar to the artist, who definitely witnessed this mural-like picture a couple of times before.
The sound of steps caused the head, punctuated by a halo and a striking afro turn towards the artist. "Ah! My dear sinner, you are back! How joyous..." His voice sounded uncharacteristically melancholic. "Has your day been prosperous?" ( @songofnoheart )
Similar to many other times, Mr 3 took his sweet time basking in the ethereal heaven’s beauty before purposely announcing his presence on heavy steps. There was still a tiny part of himself that questioned his guardian angel's existence, as any sane being—thus, every opportunity he had. The artist watched; burning Brook’s figure into his mind as if that moment would be the last; Feeling both guilty and lucky for his sins being the thing to trap down such a creature. Brook was too pure, too good to be trapped to a man without salvation like himself. “ Got a liking to that one....Hm? There’s still quite a long way until I finish it, ga ne—Well, Depends; prosperous to what, ga ne. ” Mr 3's audibly sighed, massaging his temples while lowering his suspenders. “ Greetings, Mr Brook. My I suggest we try to adjust some rules on what sinning may count? ” Mr 3 sat on the nearest chair close to the statue, crossing arms and lifting his gaze to look at the angel. “ No killing, for sure for sure, ga ne! but wouuuuldn't killing a bad, annoying pirate count as a good thing? ” He raised both hands in a defensive manner, yet again trying to dribble said heavenly rules that were imposed to him.
“ Juuuust saying, just saying, ga ne! If they're going to perhaaaaps ! HELL anyway, wouldn't it be actually a gooooooooood thing to give them a paintful express ticket to there, ga ne! ”
" I only have myself to blame..ga n..ne..."
@songofnoheart // Private Starter — Feudal Japan AU
Galdino had to admit, it had been some years since that road brought anything other than unpleasant memories to his mind. The yokai's thin-skinned behavior (in more ways than the appearance) amused him fondly. To the point of getting facial cramps, as the muscles of his cheeks were rusty from not smiling as often. Time passed quicker than he hoped for, the cherry trees of the capital left long behind when the carriage stopped by the mountain’s side, just in front of the imperial castle’s entrance, adorned with beautiful sculptures at each side. “ We're arrived,ga ne." He placed his hand over the sleepy skeleton's head, stroking against the soft curls, now speaking in a firm and scolding tone. “ Imagine how shameful it’s going to be when they open the doors~ And see that a mere guard is abusing the Lord of the House by sleeping in his lap, ga ne ~ Ahh, that could destroy my image. for sure ~”
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— Give a like and get stabbed, ga ne.
"Greats minds think alike, ga ne" ( based on @mushr0omz 's event )
cont'd / @melodysian
“ Fu ha ha ha ha! Is that so, ga ne? ” Flattering will get anyone anywhere in that world, and Mr 3 in particular was easily swayed away by pretty words from those he cared for, thus how Marianne so easily bossed her papa around. “ Hm hm! How siilly of me! Who I am to private others from the joy of being addressed like that, ga ne! ” Mr 3 nodded in agreement to Uta’s reasoning; freeing the door and even bowing to allow her to pass. “ There you go! You have my blessing, ga ne....Just be careful! You know what I always say! All men are demons, liars born of hell, ga ne! ”