#cachiinnation

The concept of food is foreign and bewildering. She doesn’t need to eat - she knows others do, of course, that hunters did, but -- well, she couldn’t help but be curious. She gets a meal from a street vendor and stares at it for a bit. It smells good, and yet... she’s too self-conscious to try eating it. What if she can’t? She’d look like an idiot.

So she’s, instead, simply sitting there holding a hot dog in one palm, marveling at how small it looks, comparatively. She notices someone coming by, the sound of the wheelchair getting her attention and making her look up, reminiscent of the way she was always ready to pay attention to Gehrman.

“Hello, you, sir--” Too rude. She modulates her tone to something much gentler and quieter, startled by the volume of her own voice. “Sir, ah - could I trouble you for a moment?”

Welcome to scenic Radiale, Kumou!

You’ll be staying in APARTMENT 342!

You will be given a decorative paper fan!

Enjoy your stay!

✗ :Explain how they portray feelings of hostility or dislike.

if leon dislikes you, you will most certainly know. he is someone who is never subtle or shy about feelings and the same goes for feelings of hostility. he will not hesitate to get nasty, be condescending and rude. he will say what he pleases and not care.

✉ :Do they tend to rely on words or actions more?

♥ :Name one thing about the way their emotions work that they despise.

Kamina cannot handle the concept of fear. Each time he feels terror coursing through his veins, the man is paralyzed, unable to step forward, held back by his own spirit wavering.It isn’t that he finds the emotion itself infuriating, but what it does to him. In his eyes, a man never falters, never fails, never falls back.But when he is struck with a wave of terror, when something frightens him to his core. Even his spirit, so infallible it is that death could not hold it back. Wavers in its onslaught, steps back ever so slightly.

I THINK UR FINE?? i’m p sure it’s just for reference too..

chronokind replied to your post: wAIT SHIT I DIDNT KNOW THE LOW TO HIGH THING...

{ doES IT??? I THOUGHT….THE SAME.. }

And then there were jobs that at first seemed easy, like this one. Tasked with finding a lost cat (now that he thought of it lost cats were the bane of his existence, didn’t it lead to trouble in that one hour special of their first episode too?), he had found himself at the entrance of a rundown building that looked too likely to be haunted for his preference.

He would have turned back right there and then, had it not been for the very clear and distinct meow that came from somewhere inside.

A few steps in, something cold brushed past his cheek, and all the remnants of the courage he had managed to gather left him, his legs almost jelly as he turned and bolted faster than you could say “Ghost!”

Such was his speed that he barely had the time to react to a sudden appearance of a man in a wheelchair in his path, jumping over the man, wheelchair and all, only to go crashing into some thorny bushes nearby.

For what must have been hours now, Tsukito had been pacing the streets of Hive City, seeking some direction in these unfamiliar surroundings. Yet he had found little of substance. As far as he knew everyone here was simply to go about their own business, and that he was to do the same. Yet that hardly was something he was used to, especially having such a deep-set idea of duty. He’d spent some time seeking the others, but given that he had not yet found any of them, he was growing unsure of their presence. So, the only thing that remained for him to do would be to wait for nightfall, and to hope that the moon would rise in the familiar way he treasured.

So, without there being much else to do in the meantime, Tsukito resorted to the only thing he really could- he went to sleep. Curling up on a bench, his rabbit Usamaro in his arms, he simply closed his eyes, drifting off within minutes, oblivious to any possible dangers in his surroundings. 

Yet in the midst of his slumber, his trusty rabbit familiar wiggled out of his grip, hopping down to the ground. Sniffing around, the animal happily padded about, eventually making its way to a nearby passing male. Not paying any attention to the possible danger it could pose, the rabbit began to hop closer to the wheelchair, curiously sniffing at its wheels. Closer and closer the creature hopped, eventually to right in front of the other’s path, with even the possibility of being run over if worse came to worst.