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@moonswisteria sent: ❝ do you think i'm a good person? ❞ - Kaigaku

The question threw him off when the older slayer asked it and Genya had to take a moment to process why Kaigaku would ask him, of all people. He gave a tilt of his head, a thoughtful hum on his lips as he looked to the older boy.

"I do, actually. You're abrasive sometimes, but I think that's something you do to protect yourself, the same way I do. I don't know a lot about you past the times we've talked or why you'd think you're not a good person. Bad people don't ask that question about themselves - they don't care what others think about them. So the fact you asked me is enough to show you're a good person at heart."

@moonswisteria sent: 💋 -Sanemi

Giyu would never describe himself as bold or forward in any way, but the way he grabs hold of the collar of Sanemi's uniform and pulls him in for a deep kiss was the closest to either he would consider himself. Admittedly, he may have wanted to kiss the other hashira for a while, which was why he wasn't holding back in this moment, taking the chance that he was given to make the most of it.

He teases his tongue against Sanemi's, a soft hum in his throat as he tastes him in the kiss, then slowly breaks the kiss, letting his teeth pull at Sanemi's lower lip as he takes a soft breath. Eyes half-hidden beneath lashes, he looks away from the other man as he takes a step back from him.

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🌑 . . . ╰──╮ Shadowheart woke from the terrible nightmare with a gasp. His right hand still burned with such intensity & he bit down hard on his lip to keep from crying out. The mark. Shar’s constant reminder of her presence, her claim on him.

He clutched his hand to his chest, breathing hard through his nose as waves of pain radiated up his arm. It felt like fire and ice at once, like something was burrowing beneath his skin. On top of that, the nightmare had left him shaken in a way he couldn’t explain ; his pulse was still hammering, and an irrational panic clawed at him. The pain made it worse, or maybe the fear made the pain worse — he couldn’t tell anymore. His eyes squeezed shut, trying to will it all away, to endure it as he always did. Lady Shar’s trials came in many forms and this was simply another test of his devotion... It must be...

ㅤㅤㅤㅤRinnill’s voice made him open his eyes.

For a moment, Shadowheart considered pretending he was fine, or perhaps scolding Rinnill for even offering him this poison, but another spike of agony shot through his hand & he couldn’t suppress a sharp intake of breath. When he finally spoke, his voice was rougher than usual.

ㅤ❝I-I don’t... I shouldn’t. This is my Lady Shar’s will... I’m meant to endure it.❞ But . . . his eyes kept drifting back to the vial.

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"You just love following me around, don't you? ' think I've got a story for you." At least, that's what Gabriel figured it was about. A western Australian accent already drawing it's own level of intrigue compared to other locals. Manhattan was the smallest geographically, and the likelihood of meeting an Australian seemed, ..slim.

For whatever reason, the stranger kept asking him prodding questions. The cultural shift between here and Australia couldn't have been more black to white, sure he'd been here for several months but the drifter continued to find being abrasive not a natural reaction. The questions weren't aggressive or threatening in nature, just, curious.

Before words would start to get more firm, a drop of water hit the brow.. once.. twice, then on the scalp, the arms and jacket. "Oh fuck me dead mate- you gotta be joking??" Worn boots tread the ground faster, every intention to find reprieve rather than stand and get soaked.

Company didn't seem deterred at all by the shift in weather. In fact, the strange man kept pace with him. "You must be really gods-damned curious!" Bobbing and weaving among others along a broad sidewalk, he is breaking into a light jog to beat the downpour. Both men pass open stores and restaurants, clearly the drifter had a destination in mind.

Normally someone this insistent would cause fear, but for some reason didn't trigger his. As the rain really started to come down and the distant sound of thunder, he stops at an abandoned building and pulls open some damaged fencing to crawl under it. Gabriel doesn't help unexpected company, he just moves quickly before being spotted.

Crawling inside a window that was braced closed, Gabriel's limbs soon disappear inside the building. Sure enough, here came the other man. Lips purse in disbelief, but the window is then placed back in position and very gently had theater memorabilia with some weight placed on it from the other side to give it the same appearance of it being intact from the outside. He moves into theater 'room 1' and sits in one of the chairs with a sigh. Heavy rain pelts the roof while his stomach on the other hand, growled. Absolutely could have been mistaken for a fart, but the drifter doesn't seem to care either way.

With one of the doors to theater one propped open, it allowed some low level light, otherwise it would be too pitch black to see anything. "I tell ya what- since you are a curious little joey, you get me something to eat, and I'll answer your prodding questions, got anything on you?"

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Books surrounded Sarah, whom had began to pick them up and put them back on the shelves - trying to remember how they were displayed. Light freckled cheeks were flaming hot and a dark red shade was visible. She felt terrible. She had not planned on visiting an antique shop, but she decided it would not hurt. Upon her arrival, her eyes would land on a book shelf that had displayed a doll. A toy that would not be considered quite old, but it was one she remembered owning when she was a little girl. And Sarah practically dashed over to it - grabbing the doll, and would accidentally bang against the shelf - causing the books to fall.

Now, Sarah was trying her best to clean up the mess she had made, until a Kumari came by - shooing her away. Sarah could only whimper softly, placing one book back on to the shelf before shyly stepping away. Her arms warped around the doll, holding it close to her chest. It was an immature act, but it was the only thing that made Sarah feel like she was home.

Sarah's attention would flicker on to the ground where she spotted one book laying beside her feet. A Nancy Drew book. Her eyes immediately became wide, snatching it with a squeal of delight. Oh, this must be a new release. No, Sarah, that book came out years ago...