Sep 30, 2024
â can we just be normal for like two seconds for once. â chuuya
" tell me, weretiger. how do you define normal. when you are surrounded by dazai? "
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â can we just be normal for like two seconds for once. â chuuya
" tell me, weretiger. how do you define normal. when you are surrounded by dazai? "
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â  do you have any idea how much harm you've caused? â @beastlit
in the skin of a man,    with dark eyes    &    heavy ribs:   the beast,     akin to a rabid dog    ( gnawing on bones,   long starved in the space of your body )   in the maw,   across sinew   -     you are synonymous with the color red,     it bleeds from lungs    &   fills your mouth to drip onto your chin,     into the space below    [ . . . ]    your body shakes,     hand across mouth:   you are tired,   exhausted    -     salivated in the hands of your demise.   juxtapose to him,     he shows concern:     you lack it    ( like yin to yang,   you don't admit @beastlit's the other half of what you are meant to be )
â        do you not get tired?   âŚÂ     â          when you step,     glass crunches under shoes.     hands pocketed,   a glance isn't spared when you walk past him.      â     your need to be a hero tires even me out,   i would assume it would to you too.     â          spoken without tone,     â       i do not care about the mayhem or trouble that iâ     or the port mafiaâ   causes.   it's rather insulting you would think i do   [ ⌠  cough]   if you have a problem with that,   weretiger    ⌠  then i suppose you'll have to deal with me yourself.     â
@beastlit asked: â It's not what you think - I'm not some monster!. â for kyu!
"After what I did to you and your friends, shouldn't you be calling me that? Oh! Or what happened when I was... when the roots were wrapped all around me?" When the roots squirmed around their bones... in their flesh... Despite the uncomfortable memories, Kyusaku keeps smiling. Honestly. They're annoyed. Agitated. Fingers curled tight into their doll.
Should they curse him? Atsushi was all but mocking them at this point. And it makes Kyusaku so so so MAD!
"If you're a monster, how come people love you? Monsters don't get love. They get locked in a big old cage where no one has to think about you~! But you're free, Onii-san~" A giggle. They hate him. How come he gets to be free? "But I can make you a monster~! All I ask is you bite off Dazai-san's head off for me, okay~?" A clap of their hands and a happy giggle. Then they quickly dig in their bag and fish out the barbed wire, anger fuels them to grip it tight, hardly caring that blood rolls and stains their sleeve.
The tiger had to pay for making them upset. Kyusaku would curse him.
@beastlit asked: â I can fight with all my weapons - teeth included. â for kawa!
".... That's unsanitary." Kawabata stares for a long moment at the weretiger. "Don't you solely use your ability as a weapon regardless?" Why was Atsushi here? It's not like the Port Mafia and Detective Agency were fighting at the moment, but that didn't make them friendly.
Kawabata watches for a moment before he steps back and pulls out his phone. "Fine- you can handle the fighting. I'll be over here-" A roll of his eyes before the ice user steps into the shade and away from the harsh sunlight. Time to play go.
@beastlit asked: he has tissues ready for when lucifer inevitably starts sneezing at atsushiâs very presence.
Some powerful demon he is- Sneezing his head off with watery eyes. This is worse than when Maou brought back that kitten. Another sneeze into a tissue as he grabs another, allergy induced tears rolling down his cheeks.
"Dude- This is so not-" ACHOO!! "....cool." A small grown as he just slumps to the floor. "This suuucks!" Yes he's being a brat and whining on the floor- Who's going to stop him?
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@beastlit asked: [OPEN] atsushi opens a jar for niimi using his tiger arm, but he squeezes too hard and shatters the jar.
There is glass on the floor- and Niimi stares for a moment before he starts laughing. It really shattered! That's- that's- so Cool!!! Eyes brighten as the boy grins, eyes lighting with a mischievous glow.
"Atsushi-san!!! If you're super strong! Can you help me move a tree!? It fell during the thunderstorm last week and it blocked off my secret base!" The boy gives a smile as he tugs on Atsushi's arm.
theyâre supposed to be discussing the last plausible location twain may had seen his feline companion, but ⌠in true cat fashion, the young detectiveâs pupils are sharp slits hyper focused on the stray strand of hair atop twainâs head. it moves with the wind, hands twist into fur covered paws, and to any experienced cat owner it was evident a pounce was incoming. but atsushi catches himself, and clears his throat with an embarrassed flush. âsorry, umâŚsay that again?â
He'd only been watching through the corner of his eye, but that much is more than enough to someone who's spent most of his time pretending not to be paying much attention to his surroundings.
He has the quick, ridiculous thought that Atsushi's found some kind of double meaning in his words that's gonna lead to an attack, but he dismisses that idea outright when there's not a follow-up to the obvious scrutiny in Atsushi's movement.
Of course, he's also not the most observant person in the world, so the situation only really clicks with him after Atsushi's snapped back into attention and Twain can get a more decent look over in that direction without seeming like he's staring.
"... Wow, you're kinda just like a tiger all the time, huh? Wow. Sorry. Didn't think that was gonna come out of my mouth. Hmm." He looks forward again, casual attitude mismatched with how sorry he supposedly feels. "Anyway, Whipped Cream won't have gone that far, 'cause we've got a special connection. She knows how to sit still; she's the best. She might actually be right on the docks themselves if we're lucky. She's not an indoors type 'a girl, which makes sense 'cause she's my best friend in the world."
He's talking a little more quickly than usual. Just because he makes slips of the tongue about as often as he talks doesn't mean they get any less embarrassing.
@beastlit: âwhaâand whatâs wrong with my bangs!?â atsushiâs at a loss, here, facing off against akutagawa for what feels like the thousandth time. the pads of his paws slap aimlessly against the side of his head as he tries, with little avail, to grab hold of the choppy strands of his own hair. his eyes glow yellow and atsushiâs fangs shred through his gums, snarling with indignant repost at the dragon. âyou canât just insult peopleâs bangs!â
not only can he, but he will. and did. and will do it again, surely. he'll do it again with the same dead tone, the same dead and vaguely annoyed look in his eyes and those words about the jinko's terrible haircut will slip off his lips with ease. what that guy is so worked up over, ryuunosuke hasn't a clue. it's just hair. he sighs, slightly irritated due to the overreaction he's getting / thinks it's another reason that this guy is far from worthy. or even worth his time. " ... are you a child? "