#causalitylinked

unprompted ask / always accepting

@causalitylinked​​ said:  "Could you cease your incessant wailing already?" Ryuto sighs while finally taking a seat next to her. "It's pathetic. Why are you so hung up on a man that would never reciprocate your affection in the first place?" Perhaps he could stand to phrase his question less insensitively, but considering he never knew what it was like to actually be in love, Hana's behaviour was pretty much unfathomable to him. Seriously, for the life of him, Ryuto could not understand why she couldn't simply find another man who might potentially love her back because that seemed like a much more efficient way to spend her time than pining after someone unattainable. [ for hana, from ryuto! ]

      there were two immediate thoughts that came to mind upon hearing such a thing. one being, ‘ could you mind your own business?’. while the other was less snarky, & more self-aware as she wondered if she was really that obvious—staring at her phone with a pout on her lips. her reaction was no different from that she gave to others when they dared to give her unsolicited advice. even her mother had fallen victim to her attitude, becoming irritated & lashing out. hana would quickly pull her phone away & cross her arms over her chest, while trying to ignore his presence altogether.

"Is it bad?"

۞ @causalitylinked asked: ۞

۞ "Hyaaah!" Using her shinai, Herja slashes at a slime creature with enough force to send it flying towards the nearest wall. Honestly, she hadn't expected to be assaulted by some dubious monster on her way to work, but upon wanting to avoid causing as much damage to the modern establishments as possible, she ends up cornering it somewhere far more isolated, with that place being near an abandoned factory on the more sketchier side of the city.

Regardless, upon not being one to let her guard down, she would continue pointing the tip of her shinai towards the direction the slime creature had collided against the crumbling factory wall while wondering if it was actually down for the count... or if the damage she caused it somehow managed to not be enough to fully incapacitate the creature; only, she doesn't have time to dwell on it further, because the next thing she knows, it slowly arose back to it's feet with a garbled roar.

"...I haven't injured it enough?Curses!" Herja finally mumbles as she adopts a more combat ready stance to defend herself from it's attacks once more. All the while, though, she has no idea what was even going on or if anyone would even come to her rescue. [ for rindo! ] ۞

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"Ooooh! You'll regret that, you human!" The creature called out, but for as much endurance as it had, it didn't seem very tough. "The Demon King won't appreciate that at all!"

"That's enough!" A figure ran in from the side and covered Herja, followed by a couple of men in suits. All of them were carrying guns. "How many times do we have to tell you that you can't just attack people like this!?"

The slime recoiled before the familiar figure, backing up until it was pressing into the wall. "We're gonna take over the world one of these days! You better get outta the way our we'll crush you!"

As the dust settled, the man doing the talking could finally be recognized as Rindo, who raised a brow at this small slime, "You know I can directly contact your king, right? And I'm sure you haven't forgotten how smitten he is with Miss Kotone?"

This caused the slime to sink down, "I... have not forgotten..."

"Then go home."

"Mr. Rindo..." One of the suits behind him called to him in a low voice, though he was still plenty loud enough to be heard, "Behind us... A mundane saw..."

"Right..." he turned around to deal with the issue. It was unfortunate but this happened from time to time. They had ways of making people forget so they didn't have to live with the terrible knowledge of other worlds.

But he froze stiff when he saw who he was looking at, paling considerably as he came face to face with his dear friend. Would he really be able to do this? To wipe Herja of her memory? Would she allow him to do that, and would she lose the relationship they'd already established...

He wasn't sure he wanted that.

trails in the trails starters :: old meme

@causalitylinked sent: ❝This spot is definitely more for couples than for friends…❞ [ from herja for dogi, source ]

A well travelled adventurer like Dogi had a knack for a couple things- some more useful than others. Like finding himself with people who got themselves into trouble (for sure), or the sense to sniff out spots where tasty local specialties could be sampled. When it comes to rooms though, the brute is better at breaking out of them than he is reading them.

It's a nice spot, that's what Dogi had gathered after happening upon the open-air cafe the other day during the crew's stop. Course, that was early morning then. The location was less crowded and he was able to chat with the workers and hear about the fare. The one thing they failed to mention was the typical clientele... otherwise, he may not have so casually invited Herja along.

"Whaaat? Now what makes you say that, Herja? Because it's got great food and a view for watching the sun set over the horizon? Don't tell me every place like that's reserved for couples! Hardly seems fair to me! Folks like us gotta enjoy the sights from somewhere. Mm, the butter on the fish is amazing!" Dogi is almost arrogant in his dismissal of the woman's observation, but that humored grin doesn't last long after he looks to face her.

Not because of Herja, mind, but the vibes that were around her. Around them. Suddenly, this casual outing between crewmates had a different air to it. Look at all the other couples. Gazing at each other, holding hands and giggling. When he and Herja's eyes meet again the atmosphere is a little more... awkward.

bad sitch memes / accepting / @causalitylinked​

🌧️ [ for nekomaru, from fiorito if you're still accepting! i do have a danganronpa verse for her over here if you're not comfortable with crossover interactions or aren't familiar enough with gbf to put him in a gbf au -- ]

“   Hey, stranger!   ” Emerging from the side of the building, she waves with a wink, easy grin lifting her cheeks as she hopes to surprise him. It was a minute, impulsive decision to show up around his school and hope he’d still be around. But much like the first-time she’d sought him out, determination and sheer will seemed to give her favorable results. And with luck on her side she finds him making his way out, laughing softly after she pokes her head out in front of him. Her arms cross over her chest, head tilted slightly as she considered her next words. Really, she had no plan, partly expecting to miss him, but now that he was here , why not make the most of it? “   I was just in the area. If you don’t have a ton of work, you should let me steal you for a little bit. We could go to an arcade or something.  “ Another laugh slips from her lips, bright eyes holding a hint of mischievous glee,

“  And even if you do have a ton of work, it’s actually bad luck to tell me no.   ” (@causalitylinked)

   …When it came down to it, he probably shouldn’t have surprised her out of the blue like that, but they were both alone and Kotoko just looked so breathtaking while basking amidst the sunset, he couldn’t quite help himself from taking her by the chin before scooting forward to interlock his lips with hers in a long, affectionate kiss.

   Sure, it was impulsive and sure, he wasn’t entirely thinking; only, it was as if by looking at her, desire practically consumed him, that the next thing he knew, something seized control of his body, to the point where his rationality became completely thrown out of the window, replaced by sheer, unfiltered instinct.

   Honestly, by the time he finally leans back while tenderly stroking his fingers along her cheek as though he were Romeo, reunited with his long, lost love, Kobato realizes too late he probably crossed the point of no return. Still, hearing her speak those words was enough to make him sport a toothy grin.

   Of course, the whole entire time, his cheeks would remain a rosy, magenta hue… for he was drunk from both the adrenaline and her warmth that enveloped his mouth.

   Could this be love? Or lust? Either way, Kobato thinks he could spend an entire lifetime, being lost in Kotoko’s gaze.

    “I dunno. Are we?” Ultimately, he wasn’t so sure either… and he was the one who practically kissed her senseless. “Sorry, Yuzurin. It’s just… seeing you, surrounded by the soft, dazzling light of the rising sunset like that? It made me fall for you all over again. If you wanted to be my girl, though, I think I’d be the happiest man alive…”

-- she’s sure, she has to be losing her mind. she didn’t even know why she was hanging out with him. ( well, she did. he’s okay when he isn’t being unreasonably horny and weird. he’s okay then, too - but - agh. she can’t even justify it to herself. )

and when they were just sitting in silence, staring at some sunset, hugging her legs to her chest, she doesn’t quite mind his presence. really, it’s almost comforting to not be alone. Kotoko never really had any friends, she was a lone wolf through and through ( and she didn’t mind it that way ), but sometimes she did want a pack. to guide her. and to fall back on.

well, she did have Eiji, but.. she couldn’t be attached to his hip all the time, could she? he had a life of his own. and so did she. and their interests differed a lot of the time. he was fun to debate with, and converse with, and despite their differing ways of doing things and goals, they got along well.

Kobato - wasn’t really alike her in personality. he’s always searching for something. for someone to complete him. ( to make him feel enough. ) Kotoko never understood that sentiment. ( she did, however, understand his hunger. lust is a rare emotion that she can understand - it’s another hunger that settles in her gut, that she really shouldn’t indulge in. )

but yet, she was very surprised when suddenly his hand was at her chin. and he scoots closer. and he’s pressing his lips to her, and her instinct is to recoil. ( because, what the hell? their conversation had gone silent for a good minute, so he caught her very off-guard. she didn’t expect that, at all. ) but she doesn’t. instead, her cheeks paint a faint red and she kisses back, as if a little entranced by the kiss.

when they part, she presses her lips together, raising a hand to cover her mouth, as if to prevent him from kissing her again, but she’s leaning into the hand caressing her cheek enough to tell him that she wasn’t mad at him. ( if it wasn’t already clear by the fact she hasn’t slapped him across the face. which was what she thought she’d do, if she knew this was going to happen. )

she doesn’t know why she said that, though. maybe she was simply at a loss of words. Kotoko doesn’t feel love. she doesn’t think she does. at the very least, not in the traditional way. not in the way it’s always portrayed. she does know, that her heart is skipping a beat, but perhaps that was only the lust, the hunger for another that the kiss awakened.

but was that the full truth? she doesn’t know. she doesn’t know and it’s slightly scary. she watches him basically light up like a light bulb, smile brighter than the sun setting in the distance. really now.. she can’t help but huff a laugh as well, her lips finally settling on a smile.

It had all happened so fast: the fluttering bird flying out into traffic, Mr. Kobato hitting the brakes and launching both Sonia and Ryuto forward, the sickening sound of feather and bone hitting glass as the bird let out a final, ear-splitting screech before it passed on. But clearly, it was nothing compared to Sonia's cries. It was irrational and she knew it, to do something for a bird already so injured when neither of them were experts in the matter (and the friend she could call would've never made it in time), and yet she'd panicked. It was only until she'd realized what had unfolded, and what she'd done, did she come to regret it. Scrambling after Ryuto, Sonia could only watch helplessly as he tried to do something, anything, that gave the bird a chance.

Unfortunately, to their mutual shock (frankly, she hadn't paid much attention to if Mr. Kobato had gotten out to join them too), it had been all for naught. Already injured...she wondered if Gundham might have told her they simply hastened the inevitable. But Sonia trembled just behind him: it was better, it seemed, if he couldn't see her falter. Raised to provide a sense of leadership, guidance, and comfort, an outpouring of emotion was undignified for her. So was failure, something that was neither in her family's lexicon nor, it appeared, in his family's as well. Or even if it was just Ryuto's creed, they shared that sentiment.

For a moment, Sonia didn't know what to say to him. Only to follow his steps as she blinked back her tears, desperate for some return to decorum. Normally in the presence of a friend, she wouldn't hesitate to wear her feelings on her sleeve but...Ryuto was different. He'd snapped at her, out of annoyance. At her. At himself, possibly. She couldn't be entirely sure, but she could do something now. Even if it meant nothing to him. Even if it wasn't enough, she could still say she tried. Tried and failed, and she'd have to face that later, but for now she could attempt to assist him. In something.

"Tsukishima-san," She began, with gentle words and an equally gentle, warm touch of her hand upon his shoulder. He'd carried the tiny bird off, presumably to bury it, but Sonia would not let him do it alone. She refused to let him do it alone. "I should not have reacted the way I did, I'm sorry. But you've done everything you could, and I'll help you now."

She'd only let her hand rest on him for a moment before drifting off to the side. Kneeling, Sonia reached to pull a few bunches of wildflowers from their roots. Surely picking flowers from the side of the road was inappropriate behavior, but they couldn't not mark the little bird's grave. And without a headstone, her best solution was flowers. Righting herself again, she approached him, the small bouquet clutched in her left hand.