#bladeinstyle

Send one of the following to my muse to see how they react:

"—Che. Let’s be honest here. We both know ‘m being gentle not because I want to be, but for things that I can’t help.” It was quite a copious breath of air he had dispelled, almost giving off the entire amount of vehemence he had accumulated throughout the hours of which he had been entirely conscious perforce.

Despite his snarky comportment, the aforementioned motions were still ongoing and contingencies remained effete, his gaze seemingly reluctant to peer into analogous optics when in actuality it just required too much energy to look up. Perhaps the silence spoke louder than his own voice, but as he was at the moment; being stuck with tasks that the petitie good part of his conscience would forever nag him about were he to not do them; and following a rather tedious procedure, it couldn’t be helped.

Allowing a trail of oxygen to travel out of anemic orifices, it only took him a second or so to speak once more. “If it weren’t for you being reckless and spraining your ankle, neither of us would be in this situation, correct?” Almost stated in a matter-of-factly tone, another breath sounded. “—But I’ve checked the soles on your boots; turns out they’re more of the cause than yourself, being too worn out—get new ones.”

Though, with forcibly done good deeds, it would only be fair for him to be a tad bit harsh, right?

Roughly snapping her limb to the opposite side that he had been rotating it in for a bit, he had put her appendage onto an elevated cushion before standing up and patting her head, ostensibly mockingly.

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Were he to say he expected less would have been a lie—in fact, any weaker than what was laid upon him as punishment would’ve been considered a disappointment. It was true that it felt like more than just a sting—a majority of people could have just settled for a slap across the face, but of course, knowing his counterpart ( it was practically the same as knowing himself, and there was no one who know him better than, well, himself ) needs would not have been satisfied unless if more was dealt. Familiar metallic had found its way onto his taste buds, no doubt formed from the blow he had received. Pain was no longer a perceivable innervate to his mind, but the bluet definitely felt something.

The tip of his tongue had made harsh contact with the roof of his mouth, effectively causing a more accented outcome to be sounded. It was a petty argument that they had—the specifics were, as always, not of any importance to him—but indubitably it was a squabble that was considered inevitable. Backside of his hand being used to wipe at the corner of his pale lips rather roughly, eye contact was not made at the moment, even as his voice had half-heartedly broke the silence.

"Aaah—how unpleasant. Warnings would have been nice.” Words that trailed out of his throat were laced in a provocative tone, hints of malice and a chime that was conceded to be normal to hear it from him. “They’ve always said to ‘never bite the hand that feeds you.’” Saruhiko was sarcastic—perhaps overly and painfully so compared to the norm—and still had an absent of care in the world. Angry wasn’t suited to describe his mood, seeing as there was hardly a reason to be furious. Maybe intrigued, as fueling the bad side in other parties was what he had relished in, but nothing on his visage had given off any evidence of that—yet.

Taking a step forward, his form had fallen onto the cushions of his couch, a hand pressing a single button to initiate a series of flashes on the screen that he would be using in a moment or so. Slender legs crossed and one arm had been resting on the top edge of where his back had been pressed against. “—Che. Perhaps a breather’ll calm you down. Besides, we both know it—

Despite the fact that he wasn't looking in a particular area nor paying much attention to his surroundings, the bluet had just considered it to be a reflex for his arm to extend, halting the object's course and making it stop by grasping its edge with his fingers. A simple sigh being emitted inaudibly, his appendage was retracted in so that his cerulean orbits could examine what exactly had made its way towards his form, a brow canting upwards before he brought himself to rotate his head in the vicinity of its origin.

A recognizable figure—of course it was, seeing as they just about nearly shared every aspect of their appearance save for a few alterations of their attire and the more obvious differences—and the voice that he couldn't mistake for any other. It was certainly amusing, to say the least, causing the ends of his pallid lips to curl upwards just a bit, navy locks soon drooping more than they naturally were as he lowered his head a bit to let out a soft snicker. "How thoughtful." Very sarcastic, as always.

Letting his hand that received what was meant to be a gift—prepared just like how he would do for anyone else—fall to his side, his other hand had stuffed itself into his uniform's pocket. "'Nothing special.' Hmn, couldn't agree with you more." In a smooth, swift movement, he had let his one limb reveal itself once more, tossing over a small, unused and practically new pair of thigh-highs, a dark tinge in the cloth. "Figured I should have given you them a while ago—considering you didn't pack any extra clothes—but now is good enough, too."

whispers go to sleep or i smack u

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Munakata had been quite exhausted. Perhaps due to overworking himself, or the fact of getting over the worries and burdens on his mind. Despite the fact of him being a King, it didn’t stop him from being human. He also seemed to have been coming down with something as of late… his forehead was burning up.

Walking through the halls of the Scepter4 building to go to his quarters, he had no idea who he would bump into as he made a turn at the corner. Raising a hand to his face, he rubbed his forehead while in deep thought. Perhaps when he gets to his office he will have a nice piping hot cup of tea. Yes, that sounded delightful.