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Takehiro Kobayashi, infamous resting bitch face and cusser, is a figure that is really hard to read from anyone outside of his older sister, Anzu. However, like his sister’s mentor, exceptions existed, who has taken a shining to him after a handful of short surprise meetups. Sophie is pretty quick to read someone’s face and assess their mood after spending a significant time and interest in them, and she isn’t intimidated by both his stature and scowl; if anything, she fondly looks upon him as he reminds her of when she was younger, brasher and unrestrained, forcing an image to hide the loneliness in her heart. Everyone handles their suffering, be it by inflicting the hurt elsewhere or on themselves, Sophie believes. 

(SIBLING VERSE) On the subject of violence, only son Takehiro and second youngest to the Kobayashi-Hatter household has witnessed his fair share of scrapes and bruises on his loved ones. During Anzu’s youth, he has seen the rugged and abrasive nature she took towards anyone, making her mark as one who should never be harassed (or she’ll cuss you out and kick your teeth out). Turns out reckless abandon of one’s own personal safety is an inherited trait. There are days that, much to his surprise, Sophie returns home in unusual wear and trying her hardest to keep as quiet as possible. Those are the days she sees how much his eldest sister and third eldest sister parallel another in a haunting way, with a split lip and fresh blood, bruises notably covered by the hoodie she wears. Those are the nights (after he confronts her) they spend together in silence as she patches herself up, advising him in ways to care for himself. As to why she does it, well, if only to protect the people she loves -- that much he understands and despises about it. Why is this fucking family so self-destructive?

(SIBLING VERSE) As much of a picky eater as Sophie is, she cooks a tremendous range of foods for her family and wants everyone to have bites. It is in everyone’s best interest to never alter her food...or do it right in front of her after she served the food. Those are the few and big pet peeves she wears so openly in front of her family that both Lettie and Martha avoid her wrath by telling her outright to cook a dish a different way (which she does to appease them). However, the ridiculous amount of additives Takehiro puts in the food makes her want to pull out her hair because it’s almost like a slap to the chef’s face. There has and are bickering matches that happen between the two that she tells him something along the lines of ‘if you don’t want to eat my food as is, don’t eat it at all!’ and Takehiro is like ‘okay’ and will eat a pepper raw in her face like he’s dead set on not giving a fuck.

Sophie has such a struggle locating anything in the Kobayashi house because Takehiro inconveniences every short person by arranging and placing items of importance on heights suitable for him and him only. She has empowered herself with basic physics knowledge and goes to extreme lengths to reach something -- she has built strange contraptions or towers or even thrown things to get something down. Takehiro has seen all of this and sits back to enjoy the show, not batting an eyelash, and is ready to take a chew out from Sophie when she spots him. Rinse, wash, and repeat because this is a common occurrence. 

Shanice awakens a side of Sophie, so few people ever have the chance to be aware of or even realize she has the potential to be so, and that is her bastard side. It is done with innocent intentions whenever the older girl finds something that she could use to bother Shanice or attempt to get under her skin, like flour underneath turkey skin, to make it all the more satisfying to bite into. One of them happens to be sporadic texts that Shanice already sends her, but her texts are more catered to shake her up a bit. For example, 2 AM is around the corner, and Shanice receives a text message from Sophie like, “Think of all the snakes we could’ve had here if it weren’t for St. Peter.” 

Accent clashing happens frequently. Both of them are indescribably difficult to decipher once it kicks in -- Sophie’s accent happens to be northern (Yorkshire, specifically). She is very difficult to understand once her temper is met (or she gets very excited). Being near the other when both of them are A) very pissed off or B) very worked up/excited becomes a guessing game, and with the addition of foul language (which Sophie does not hold back on), the energy in the room is hard to understand, but neither of them cares for it. 

Enabler for another, the morbid jokes for them are rarely exchanged, if only when Sophie is past the point of caring or is so tired and fed up with the bullshit that she vents out her negative emotions through self-deprecation and inquiries on how close death is arriving. Sophie’s view on her mortality isn’t as humorous as Shanice’s, fully accepting her timely end and being patient for it. Still, it isn’t something either want to confront and continue living part of a fantasy where nothing seems too wrong with the world and not worrying for adult matters, as teenagers should be able to. 

All Hallows Eve doesn’t begin once the daylight was washed over by black ink of the night; the spirits of long-gone traditions and autumnal union, for both immortal and mortal, taken flight and joined together in march over the land of the living. Frolicking, stomping, dancing, running, strolling -- all together in their own rhythms that grew and absorbed into the ghostly parade. 

A beauty of symphony created by howling winds, rustling branches, old homes creaking, windows and doors moaning from opening, pots and pans sizzling and bubbling from new concoctions, mutters, whispers, and laughter belonging to no particular spectral form or specter form, and all of the life that painted the world is warming and fading oranges and purples against the day. 

It was all the woman resigned to fate could embrace and lose herself in; a break from the cycle that she seemed unable to bend to her will. If Lady Fortune felt less cruel, it had been today, before her sadistic tirade continued in its ruin of young Sophie Hatter’s life. 

All came well for her when she heard the familiar voices of two fiends in their neighborhood; one whose scold was casting terror for all who met his gaze and the true terror being all smiles with unsuspecting and worse potential than her towering brother.

“Azuki! Take!” Formalities were tossed out of the window, the Demon of Fleet Street, waving her ungloved hand, which revealed a ghastly amount of red stained into the crevices and spaces of her palms and fingers. She nonchalantly walks over, returning a jovial beam and carefree intent in her eyes, looking over her youngsters. 

“One of the greatest rising rebels in the idol industry, coll and collected Mister Hidaka! I hope everything is well with both of your unit and your lovely and outstanding and adorable producer, Miss Kobayashi?” Count on the mentor to gush openly about her apprentice, especially when said apprentice was too dedicated to the act of her costume. “Everything about the costume is wonderful and it couldn’t be anything else when such a costume was made by the original creator! Yet, you can find all the improvements she made in her already splendid work.” Cool palm pressed against her face, before Sophie plants a small peck on the corner of her forehead.

“Now, now, we have our ghoulish other,” she claps her hands, turning her attention to the fellow unspoken terror of London. “I take it that the Doctor is out for tonight and had important matters to attend to with his patients and his own... peculiar... interests in the sciences and humanities.” She holds back laughter, smiling still. “You’re ready to stalk the streets and forgo expressing the unnamed and repressed passions of a restrictive Victorian society, aren’t you? Make sure to return back home before you’re caught looking quite different.” Sophie rocks onto the tip of her feet, ruffling the top of Takehiro’s head. 

“Seeing you both, especially enjoying the season together, nothing can make me happier today than now.” 

Dress shirt sleeves were drawn up to her elbows, revealing the fading myriad of scars that embellished her body. Content sigh parts her lips, eyes unable to hide her surprise at the sudden gifts she received; it was still a strange occasion for the Kobayashi siblings to be as giving and considerate of her. Gifts of the heart, it was unfamiliar, but it was beginning to be even heart-warming for the woman who gave up far too much. 

“Thank you...Thank you--- I don’t know what else to say, except to gift you with exquisite treats meant for the holiday.” 

Anzu and Takehiro received two goody bags that could be assumed customized for them, judging from the small ribbons used to decorate the nags. Inside the contents of the bag varied, but it was an assortment of candies picked especially for either of their tastes -- especially extra sugar for Anzu and those with extra spice for Takehiro. 

However, a surprise for them both had been the baked goods that also were gifted by the Demon of Fleet Street had prepared for them! 

ECLAIRE OF FRANKENSTEIN

A matcha flavored biscuit that was elongated and narrowed, with a dark chocolate glaze with streaks of white chocolate, including edible eyes and a smile made out of thick yet narrow red icing. The inside contains a creamy  pink center that Sophie has insisted to be the “brain filling.” 

OPEPPERATION

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subserviiient inquired: ♡ but for Take or my self insert ( whichever one you'd like! ) Pre-established Relationship Meme - Send A ♡ and I’ll Fill This Out for Our Muses!  | accepting!  | @subserviiient​

IN REGARDS TO TAKEHIRO KOBAYASHI.

FRIENDS.   childhood friends  /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic  /  stable  /  falling apart  /  friendship of need  /  friendship of circumstance / pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners (in keeping an eye on Anzu; one is kinder than the other, though)  /  other ( ‘we’re absolutely terrifying and will go feral if you mess with Anzu’ club, ‘we usually have a brain cell compared to our siblings’ club, etc.)

ROMANCE.   childhood sweethearts  /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  /  unrequited from your muses side  /  friends with benefits  /  awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  /  toxic  and  destructive  /  other .

FAMILIAL BOND.   sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other ( found family trope! )

ENEMIES.   dangerous to themselves  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  passionate  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into a sexual tension  /  developing into a romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based of misunderstandings or lies  /  other ( definitely see them having ups and downs in their friendships as they get older and witness what Anzu’s going through, their arguments are probably to lead them not to talk to another for a bit, etc. Less ‘enemies’ and more ‘conflict’ ).

IN REGARDS TO SHANICE MCCULLOCH.

FRIENDS.   childhood friends  /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic  /  stable  /  falling apart  /  friendship of need  /  friendship of circumstance /  pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other ( ‘I have no clue how we’re getting along but you’ve been here for so long,’’ffs Shannon get off your arse’ ) .

ROMANCE.   childhood sweethearts  /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  /  unrequited from your muses side  /  friends with benefits  /  awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  /  toxic  and  destructive  /  other ( ‘fake dating’ trope where they would jump in and lie to defend the other from weirdos!! ).

FAMILIAL BOND.   sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other .

ENEMIES.   dangerous to themselves  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  passionate  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into a sexual tension  /  developing into a romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based of misunderstandings or lies  /  other ( conflict of personalities, mayhaps? depends if it’s w/ younger sophie. )

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      Was is this hellfire in her mouth?! By the decree of social acceptability, the eldest of three couldn’t decline ever any suggestion and form of aiding anyone who asked. However, judging by how her tastebuds are torched and her jaw clenched, she should’ve reconsidered her moral policy. A measly bite into the pork bun and slowly, and painfully, the heiress accepted her role.  

     “Sophie-chan, is it good?!” Exasperated with a giant breath of pride swelling his chest, Ryu slams his hands on the countertop. A rising star in his own parents’ kitchen, Ryu’s upfront questioning was more than understandable from his mother’s side of the family. Perhaps that was were his affection for savory and deathly spicy foods came from. 

    “Mmmmrph.” Softly nodding her head, inhaling sharply to hold back her tears, Sophie continues her burning commitment. Another lump of spicy pork swallowed, she retired the bun onto her small plate and turned her face away from the child. She immediately took her glass of water. Without a second thought, the woman nearly tipped back her head, willingly chugging the cold drink without any sense of leaving good impressions.

    However, one of her nerves were shot with last-minute cognizance. Tearfully, she took small sips of her water and cleared the corners of her eyes with the sleeve of her gray cardigan. She takes a deep breath, her throat tingling and the heat on her tongue thriving, and she slowly returns her attention to Ryu.

    “I-It’s well-spiced, Ryu. I suppose you used chili oil for this?” Sophie nods her head, allowing for her short questions to lead to long-winded rants and explanations from the chef-to-be. always considerate and respectful of the younger generation, the eldest of three had to admit that any could talk away the hours in a day with the right topic and Ryu was no different.

    As ill-fitted as she was for the dish, it didn’t mean she could completely lie in the situation. 

    “Oh, I know someone who’d love this,” Sophie hums as she takes another drink her glass. “He’s one of my older friends, but not as old as me, I promise,” she laughs dryly, resting her glass on top of the table. “You know how much he loves spicy stuff? That man carries around a bottle of tabasco sauce with him!” 

     “Tabasco sauce?” Ryu leans in, motioning his hand for an explanation. “Oh! It’s mostly an American spicy sauce that’s been popularized around the world, little one.” Sophie waves her hand. “I believe it’ll be in an import store...But, goodness, he is one meant to enjoy spice!”

      “Mr. Kobayashi, he’s a very strong personality,” and a terrible cusser too, “but, I believe the two of you would get along! Food will always bring the people together and it’s a universal language!” Continuing in her explanation, the young woman wiggled her fingers into the depths of her slack’s pockets, retrieving her phone. 

     Asides the onslaught of text messages of the tabasco drinker’s sister and her senpai, most of the notifications on her screen were email-related and schedule reminders. With some hesitant and awkward tapping, the phone screen unlocked and she managed to find the gallery. The heiress hums, turning her phone and pushing it across the table for Ryu.

     “That’s Mr. Kobayashi and his sister, she happens to be my wonderful apprentice. He’s among the tallest men I know and he’s 187 centimeters! His sister’s on the shorter end -- as am I. Though, Ryu, do not let the scowl fool you. Just like how simple the pork burn may look like on the outside, once you open it up, there’s something special. Mr. Kobayashi is just like that, just with gallons of hot sauce, coffee..” She clears her throat. “Fruits and vegetables on the inside. No, no, he has a kind heart is what I’m saying. ” 

      “Not only that, but he’s also a part of a wrestling team for his academy! That contact sport isn’t truly popular where I’m, but I’ve been wanting to learn more because of him. Maybe, if work is kind to me, I could arrange a surprise visit to one of his tournaments..”

    “But, Mr. Kobayashi will certainly love this! How about I save two for him? I’ll be visiting his home today since I need to review some of my apprentice’s rough drafts. I promise I’ll tell him all about the wonderful chef who made it.” 

subserviiient inquired: “ "Sophie, this hot sauce says it's a food additive only and I shouldn't drink it directly so if I die, can you call the morgue?" Takehiro, do not fucking drink that out of the bottle- ( I hope this is okay ) UNPROMPTED ASK | ALWAYS WELCOMED ! | @subserviiient​

          Takehiro Kobayashi, the younger brother of her lovely apprentice and one of the agents of chaos from Yumenosaki, Sophie Hatter taken to him as much as she did to his sister -- a surprise for most, given his history of brutality and immorality. Alas, the soot-haired woman was all the more content, quietly learning about the person behind the public identity he’s created for himself. All the more, her lips were sealed with the truth that both siblings had quite a reputation in concealing some form of their true selves, in one way or another. However, it was throughout her time that she found that defenses were built, intents were hidden, and quirks were unavoidable. How identity came to be in order to protect themselves and others around them, it was a familiarly bitter situation.

      “Mr. Kobayashi,” Sophie straightened her posture, eyes narrowing at the dangerous tabasco content in the thick glass bottle he held. Across the wooden tabletop, finance reports and long lists of receipts were neatly organized in front of her, as there was an accounting calculator on her left-hand side and a thin, black leather finance book that was around the height of her wrist. A deep sigh left her, eyes softening as she met with Takehiro’s naturally narrowed, irate eyes that were even smudged by sleeplessness underneath. Between her scarred digits, a yellow pencil was twirled as she slowly raised a brow.

 “Instead of consuming directly from the bottle, why not use it as intended? Drown your chips in them, enjoy the meal with some carbs in your diet.” She looked down at her work, quickly typing some numbers into her calculator and writing them in the booklet. “I can only imagine the stomach ache that would happen if you did drink it all. And what then of wrestling practice? It should be a shame for you to miss out on something you genuinely enjoy at school.” 

     However, the young woman nods, glancing momentarily at the to-be chugger, and admits “Though, I’ll be sure to call the ambulance before the morgue. There’ll still be a fighting chance for you. Though, you may be forced to ingest charcoal, forcing you to retch out everything you’ve eaten today. But, that’s part of the procedure, after all. I don’t think you’d find that fun.”

     And Sophie Hatter returned to her work, allowing the silence to sink in as she tried wrapping her head around whatever excuses her stepmother made in using the company’s funds for “business trips.” How in God’s name is she going to make up for these losses?!