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‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ sigh... he's much sweeter than he'll ever acknowledge...

‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ he feels like he's crumbling at the sight.

Send my muse "Trick or Treat!" and see what you get!  5.Mouth-to-Mouth candy

Era única bala que tinha sobrado naquele evento. Claro que já havia passado da idade para tais diversões, porém era algo nostálgico, pena não ter os irmão para fazerem isso juntos como antigamente. Improvisou uma pequena fantasia da criação de  Frankenstein. Por sua sorte, a vila onde havia conseguido se estabilizar, o ajudaram no preparo para a roupa em especial. Foi a única ideia de conseguiu pensar, o comparando de certa forma com o personagem fictício. Se juntou com as crianças do local, e até com alguns jovens próximos de sua idade, para coletarem alguns doces ou fazer leves travessuras. No fim, decidiram dividir por igual o que conseguiram arrecadar, e com isso, Age se afastou um pouco, se despedindo de todos, para ir a um local mais tranquilo e assim comer os doces em paz.

Unprompted Asks

@frenziedhound​​ said: The only warning Kiryu gets is the rumble of the manhole cover underfoot before a gloved hand whips out from the sewer, latching itself onto the unsuspecting man’s ankle. An eye can just barely be made out as a figure begins to emerge with a familiar cry. “GOTCHA NOW, KIIIIIIRYU-CHAN!”

   KIRYU HAD BECOME WEAK, A SHADOW OF HIS FORMER SELF. For during those years of solitary confinement, no one had dared to lay another hand of him since that one and only incident in the cafeteria itself. So much so that even he overtime-- had rather foolishly-- begun to completely LET HIS GUARD DOWN. Growing all the more idle in his activities as the days passed. As all he could do... was wait. 

   Wait until the day came for him to return home, and back to his family.

   His movements were evidently SLUGGISH when compared to how he had been ten years back-. His senior especially, would make all of this abundantly clear upon reuniting. As he wasted no time in welcoming Kiryu back with one of his friendly sparring matches. A sense of FAMILIARITY kicking a few frosted gears back into their rightful places, the moment that BLADE entered within his line of sight. The moment the younger man would raise his arms up in a defensive position, in an attempt to fend off the first few flurry strikes the other was not afraid to hold back on.

   It would however only be enough to deduce those final results themselves. Those DISAPPOINTING results that Majima himself hadn’t at all been pleased to share with him at the end of that match. As those normally gleeful looking features soured to that of something more sullen. It was the COLD, HARD TRUTH that even he had seen coming from a distance. And one that he had quietly appreciated, along with the man’s near immediate acknowledgment of his return to KAMUROCHO. And it was from that day on, that Majima had deemed it his SWORN DUTY-- in aiding him back onto his own two feet.

   “Nani--” Tried as he did to EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED of this man, Majima would always find new ways to catch him off guard. As a flicker of surprise would briefly cross his features whilst he looked down. His scowl would return full force as he then attempts to wrench his ankle out of that leather-clad hand. Giving a slight grit of his teeth as he regained his footing, while putting some distance between the two of them. 

FROM THE INBOX, TRUTH SERUM: 👀 + hey gladstone has your luck ever not worked in your favor? / @dreamtcloud​

“Are you kidding me? Of COURSE, it has! I mean, just last year I wandered into a casino used by a LUCK VAMPIRE to gain power on this plane of reality. As you can IMAGINE, haha, he was not gonna let ALL THIS get away from him that easily. I mean, I’m a walking five star, good luck Buffett!

“Ooh, 20 dollars!”

As if he wasn’t even LISTENING to the words coming out of his beak, Gladstone bends down to pick up the crisp dollar bill, dreadfully oblivious to his actual words. Because he never really DID listen to himself when he talked.