#ask-awashima

Send me a ✆ to know your name/ringtone/picture in my character’s mobile.

For every ϟ in my inbox I'll tell you a random thought my muse has about yours.

Send me a ☣ and my muse will say something about yours they'd never usually say out loud.

Lieutenant,

       I’m assuming that since you’re reading this, that I’m dead. It’s simple. I fucked up—yes, I know you prefer I don’t use such distasteful language, but oh well.

In other ways, I screwed up the mission. I missed a detail—one detail. I was careless, and I led myself into a trap.

I was alone too; that’s why you didn’t know until now.

Don’t worry—the strain’s dead. I managed to get it, but I was reckless in the process.

The Captain…you’ve probably seen it with your own eyes, but he’s taking the Red King’s death hard. Just keep an eye on him, and make sure he doesn’t do anything fucking stupid. Misaki has Homra to keep an eye on him.

I cant say it was a pleasure working with you--you made my life hell with all that paperwork--but it wasn't the worst either.

Goodbye,

Send "Smooch!" for a reaction to my muse suddenly being kissed by yours.

Blink blink.

Send me a ☡ for my muse's reaction to walking in on yours undressing.

Of all people to miss a knock on the door, the Lieutenant was the one he hadn't really expected to be--but who was to say that he was surprised? Rather than that, it was the constant amusement that showed up, the same old smirk on his lips formed. It wasn't anything like a new sight, considering he had accidentally walked in countless times before, but it was always entertaining. Passing by her figure to place a few papers atop her desk, shooting a mischievous look and allowing words to trail out of lips before he had left.

"Hasn't this happened enough?"