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“So, if Opacho can’t have a weapon for protection…does that mean I can’t either..?”

He asks as he tries to hide his kusarigama, gulps a little.

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"Say, Thor--- have y'ever tried somethin' called skateboarding?"

Well - that was fucking easy. Honestly, if Opacho had said "no" to going to the amusement park, he would've fucking lost his shit. No kid would say no to that! Not that he could relate. It wasn't like anyone had asked him to go when he was a kid. Why did he want to go today? Easy question! It was because he was going to win shit! Free shit! Like a chocolate bar the size of himself or something like that. Hell fucking yeah! Oh, and also - Nnoitra did enjoy roller-coasters.

@bxtonpxss sent: 🙂‍↔️❤️ [Thor to Shoko]

Nuzzles | Accepting!

Shoko's attention is mostly on some wild bird pokemon flying overhead before she's quick to notice that she's being nuzzled by Thor.

This is... kinda nice. "Aaw, Thor!" she says with a grin on her face, before quickly returning the nuzzles right back. Goodness, she forgot how soft the pikachu line is. And thankfully her curse isn't active, otherwise 'Cursed Body' would a pro--

FFRRZAP!

It's only about 40 seconds into the nuzzling that she suddenly feels a very sudden jolt throughout her body, as well as the realization of the fact that she can't move.... or, at least, she can't move without feeling like she's touching one of those large, electrified silver orbs that they show off in science class.

It takes a second, but it dawns on her that she's paralyzed. Dang it, she forgot that 'Nuzzle' was also a move that did just that...!

"Th-....Thor.... help....!" She says through occasional bits of static. You wouldn't happen to have a Cheri berry or something else on hand, would you?

“So how’s this thing supposed work again?” Thor’s got a brown tipped paw raised to his chin, long ears flattened on either side of his head as he stands next to the blonde, appearing absolutely puzzled by the human contraption. “I’m confused.”

it wouldn't be the first time he's had to explain how something worked, and it would definitely not be the last with the company that he kept. so zenitsu would just smile down at thor with the apple peeler on the table.

Yes, what they had was simply a beneficial arrangement—her salvation, for her loyalty and use of her to create a new Asakura bloodline properly devoted to their progenitor (unlike the current line…), but Nymphe hardly minded belonging to a god among men. Even if the full extent of her purpose among Lord Hao’s followers was to be mostly hidden, the witch was happier than she’d been in the entirety of her short life thus far.

The master had said that only his two most trusted followers would be privy to the truth, just as they were to all his truths—Luchist, his strongest follower, and Opacho, his most loyal and purest of heart (and effectively, his eldest child via adoption). He’d explained to Nymphe already, of not only Opacho’s origins, but that she had the same ability as he did; the ability to read minds, reishi.

While her expression gave away nothing of her nervousness, remaining tranquil as always…she was quite anxious, not wanting to make a bad first impression on the child. After all, she held such a high place in Lord Hao’s circle…she was the master’s own daughter!!

If she was to prove herself a worthy mother to his blood-related children, Opacho would be the ultimate test of that. Nymphe was doing all she could to quiet her thoughts; not only to stop the quite plausible headache she was giving Lord Hao as she silently followed him, but so she wouldn’t potentially give Opacho one.

When they finally arrived at their destination, she kept her gaze lowered respectfully as she stood behind the reincarnated shaman. Nymphe was quite the vision; with black hair that cascaded down to about her lower back, falling freely aside from two small buns at the top of her head. The girl’s skin was pale, her hands quite reminiscent of those depicted in renaissance paintings, her fingers long and delicate. Her nose was small, lips full, with rounded, rosy cheeks. She had on a dark blue dress, with long sleeves and skirt covering her up significantly (she’d still been quite bruised, and felt rather self-conscious about the yellowing blotches. It was a shame the dress didn’t hide the ones on her ankles, neck, and hands).

She didn’t utter a word, or look up from her folded hands; not until the master gave his permission for her to do so, at least. The witch heard Opacho before ever seeing the child; the most adorable little voice calling out to Lord Hao, the pitter-patter of tiny feet as the littlest shaman approached him. It wasn’t until he spoke, that deep purple eyes slowly ventured a glance behind thick, dark lashes.

"Well," He started, sweeping his hand from his poncho to guide Opacho's eyes toward Nymphe at his back. "This is the one I spoke about, she is mine, and no one may lay a finger on her," Hao explained, causing Nymphe’s cheeks to flush brighter momentarily and her heart to skip. It was reassuring to have it made irrefutably clear that she was not to be touched by anyone but him, it made her feel safe. The witch couldn’t see from her position, but Hao’s gaze lowered to look directly at Opacho as he spoke just to her, this time.

"Though you can be with her as long as you want, you know what's right and wrong."

Finally, Nymphe’s gaze landed on Opacho; while her expression gave nothing away aside from the color having faded, being entirely tranquil, her thoughts…?

‘So adorable…! She’s even more precious than I could have ever imagined…!’