#brainiiactic

WHY had she agreed to go with him again? Because he seemed like a nice guy for taking care of those cats? Because he didn’t want to go alone and nobody else wanted to?

Ibara was just about as clueless with these things as he was, nobody really wanted to go into a house of jumpscares by themselves. Still, it didn’t change the fact there was now a broken plastic skeleton near the front door. No cameras, no proof that she had done that.

They did have a hand full of regulars in the café after all however one in particular stood out over the gossiping teens and chatty adults. Granted he wasn’t too sure of his name after all since he rarely was in the counter rather then writing down the orders. But that did little to quench his interest, though he knew better then to ask after all he didn’t really have a reason.

          Continued from [x]

It had been a s l o w day & Shinsou was glad for the peace. The gorgon needed a good nap, to SAVE energy so he could escape this hellhole for poor creatures, such as himself. Hitoshi knew mostly humans with oddities “worked” here, but these sly freakshow running-fuckers had CAUGHT some other beings, like what he had HEARD the other day, keening noises of a kitsune. Hopefully not much more was caged.

The lilac-sapphire scaled serpent MANAGES to shift in his cage and get rather comfortable in the corner, the sun’s rays keeping his body w a r m. It was SOOTHING, and he had even wiggled his blindfold off to see. It was a nice day.

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   It had been out of some kind of twisted curiosity which had brought Kanna to this place, the freakshow having arrived in town barely a week ago. While monsters weren’t necessarily rare, it certainly didn’t happen often that one got to see them without the fear of ending up being mangled by them. It was hard to say, what exactly the redhead had expected to see upon visiting this place... but whatever it was, it certainly hadn’t been this.

   Cage after cage, most of them only barely equipped what was necessary for their inhabitants to be comfortable. And the creatures inside... it was depressing, honestly. And even more so when Kanna realised, that many of those so-called ‘freaks’ were in fact human, rather than monsters. Not that it would have changed anything about how poorly they were being treated, of course... but still, it came as an unpleasant surprise.

   Kanna didn’t know what made her stop in front of this particular cage. Maybe it was the fact, that this one had somehow managed to get rid of his blindfold, resting in a sunny spot and seeming almost comfortable. It was a small solace after seeing all those other miserable people, but it was enough to make the young woman pause at his cage momentarily.

   Hesitating, she took a second to look around and ensure nobody else was paying attention. There weren’t many visitors around this time, and most of the staff  was staring off into the distance with a bored expression or talking with each other, but still... she’d prefer not to get into any trouble. After making sure nobody was watching, Kanna returned her gaze to the gorgon in front of her, clearing her throat nervously.

She really didn’t NEED to yell, it wasn’t like Shinsou had headphones in or anything. Although the train station was pretty b u s y, he could hear just fine amongst everyone’s chatter.

Why was she talking with him, though? Most people were put off by his appearance alone.

“…..Ok.” Hitoshi grumbles, feeling a pang of annoyance. “Just lower your volume, I’m not hard of hearing.” Which was it, listen or no?

[Clues]

Her cheeks immediately puffed up in a pout. It wasn’t the most mature way to respond to criticism, sure, but she wasn’t exactly the most mature person around. ( and she probably never would be ) She’d only really spoken to him because he was unlucky enough to be next to her and she recognized his uniform. Obviously one of them had made a mistake here.

Pushing her own annoyance to the side, she dropped her voice so it could just be heard over the bustle of the people around them. 

izuku wasn’t sure if he entirely believe the man FORGOT about his own birthday, but prying would get him no where. he made a small surprised noise to let the man know that he was still listening. he didn’t intend to make shinsou feel uncomfortable at the mention of his birthday, but that seemed to be the way that things were going. ❝ s -- still ---- . . . ❞ even if the other forgot, he wanted to celebrate it with him ( it didn't really matter if they were a couple of days off, the pure intentions of it wouldn’t disappear ).

        he didn’t need to be told that he wasn’t a party person, he could tell that from the first time that they met -- he didn’t care for the lunchroom, let alone a party with him at the center. BUT, two people could be a party too . . .

Everything is peaceful and quiet, until a vague screeching voice is heard in the distance, shortly followed by a figure rocketing into the window and shattering straight through it. Glass shards fly everywhere, hopefully not pelting and injuring the room's occupant.

“dude... you look like you need some sleep. those bags under your eyes look really awful.”