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Short Hair? (Cont'd from here) || @5akanade || Ayame & Shinji
"Wha'cha mean, I just saw ya yesterday an' ya had long hair then...?" Was he pulling her leg? He was known to do that, and it did irritate her at times. "I ain' jokin' roun' Shi-nii."
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seeing his little twist~ pulled her into a toothy smile. he moved in rhythm to the smooth notes, well rehearsed. music had a way of transporting one to another realm, and shinji was in a world all his own with his paperwork as his partner.
as he leafed through records, jewel noted how well her reiatsu suppressor was functioning. usually one could sense her approaching well before she appeared. his eyes not being on her right away made her feel like a fly on the wall. such a rare position for the lieutenant it felt wrong.
poking her fang with her tongue, she piped up. “oi, is this what they call jazzercise?”
-> On a moonlit night where they wait upon the shore, looking out into the sea of sand, they think about how they can shed their jagged edges and turn what remains into precious stone. Becoming something more for themselves and only themselves... ... doesn't feel appealing. They don't even know if they'll live that long, really. They were walking around like that with it plaguing their thoughts when they spotted him from across the sand: coat stark white but face unrecognizable to them. They think it's an Espada at first, or a remaining arrancar, but no. They recognize that shape, if only barely. It's a Captain's haori.
-> They almost don't understand why he approaches—was he looking for them? Had the Academy sent someone for them after all, though so much time had passed? They guess thinking they had gotten snatched away by an arrancar was unusual... But no. He mistakes them for one. So many have.
"... ... if it was sitting out in the open, it wouldn't be secret, would it?"
-> A non-answer. They feel somewhat protective of some of the arrancar too; they didn't want to put them in the guillotine right away. Instead, Lyric leans to one side and tries to glimpse the number on his robe, though they aren't sure they can see it at this distance.
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Egg? Egg. (cont'd from here) || @5akanade || SpS Shinji & Shinji
"Y'know... it just might." He had no idea if it would or not... Picking up someone else's egg was... unhealthy.
Where's the big tylenol? (cont'd from here) || @5akanade || Kensei & Shinji
"You can…" And he watched that paper drop to the ground. He did remember when this wasn't his problem or his job. Did he miss it? Sort of. All this did was ratchet up his irritation again. But part of him also missed working for the Gotei.
"Wipe that look off your face, you look rediculous." He wasn't amused and sighed. "I know, but I'm behind on my paperwork because both of my lieutenants went and goofed off and here you are… how's your paper work going?" Ok, so Mashiro might be the one goofing off, Shuuhei was working hard with the Bulletin.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤhappy hatchday celeste ! | accepting | @5akanade said ...
dear celeste, happy birthday. or i guess i should say hatch-day? happy celeste-was-brought-into-the-world-day. i'm awful at writing sappy messages, so i'll keep it short — i hope your birthday is perfect. you deserve it.ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤwith love, shinji
the card, words written in a loose, unhurried scrawl, is delivered a day early; the gifts follow soon after. a galaxy projector, to send the night sky drifting through celeste's home even on cloudy nights, and a huge, gaudily framed, absolutely terrible painting of what might have been intended to be a bird but really looks more like some sort of mutated, blob-shaped dog. it's signed in the corner, 平子 真子.
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Day, was slow to start ; a gift, from her lover, and their children. Breakfast, in bed. By the time she's ready to part from her nest, it's well past 10 AM. Far, from sorrowful, but strange she felt, still. From their shared room, does she move, door shut gently behind her, talons click - click - clicking, along wood flooring. Rounded doorway leads to the outside, and it is there, she finds his gift.
Claws, are as careful with card as she could be, brow furrowing as she slowly reads to herself. What a challenge, it was still. However, her time is taken, and a smile slowly parts her lips, posture - unknowingly tense - eases. She examines projector, in one hand, before setting it down and looking over beautiful, if not ...passionate, art. He'd tried his best, she tells herself with a laugh, and the thought is all that ever counts.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤShe takes her phone, fingers slowly tapping out a message;
TO : [ SHINJI ] ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤhello, my friend! thank you, so much for the gifts. truth be told, i didn't know anyone outside the family remembered or cared much. i'd love to see you, soon. it's been some time. i'll happily hang your very - pretty art somewhere in the home. it's far better than anything i could do. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤmany thanks, and much love, ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤceleste.
🥪(for ayame)
Send 🥪 to throw food at my muse
"Y'didn' have t' do 'at..." She looked down at the rice ball he chucked at her. Hopefully after it hit her head it didn't get all smooshed up. "Thank ya though 've been hungry... Why'd ya chuck it at me, though? I got hands, ya coul'a handed it over." The woman opened up the riceball out of the wrapping and saw that it wasn't as held together as it used to be... it was loose. "Poor riceball."
"I'm not gonna leave just because you can't play your part right!"
-> Hirako Shinji——3rd year, jazz enthusiast, head of one of the many factions that seem to exist in Gotei High School. Has a tepid little second year that follows him around between classes and smells like plum blossoms; eyes wide and doll like, but she's tougher than she looks. They think she'd have to be, given Shinji's general loose behavior inside and outside of the classroom. Lyric doesn't like him much, but they're both in the music club together, and at the end of spring semester there is a district recital and the general display of the clubs' work for the year, so they have somehow been tied together by ability for the following weeks.
"They're not staccato notes."
-> Lyric bites back, tempted to take their pencil and underline the section for him with too much force. Their disdain for anything less than complete effort shows in the creases of their face, and maybe it's just a matter of necessity on their part that they try their absolute hardest in everything, but they can't get behind his halfassed practicing when they have to split their time on the piano. The recital will have two for the performance, but there's only one in the school. Lyric heard a rumor about the other one getting smashed or something. ( but Shinji is right. Lyric doesn't have hobbies. they have school, and club practice, and a part time job to help fund their time here. ear, sleep, repeat until summer is over next year. )
"If you're not gonna take it seriously, you can go home first."
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