#chibialchemy

                 The toughest part about moving to Koi was finding a job. He desperately needed one, he couldn’t depend on whoever the hell his roommate was. It shouldn’t be that hard for someone like Bakugo Katsuki, a grade A student, to find a job, should it? He sure as hell hoped not. Though, there were very many, limited options that he wanted to do.

                                                Customer service sucked.

                                                                                Really.

                But if that was the only option he had, he’ll apply. He squinted at the application in annoyance, furiously put his signature on it in dark pen, and stood up. He’ll deliver this and go grocery shopping with what he had. There was other food in the fridge, but he wasn’t touching that. Who knew where it came from.

                Right as he headed out of his own bedroom, he met eye to eye with a blonde looking idiot. Maybe his eyes needed checked—perhaps he needed glasses.

Kazuma had taken advantage of the library card he had found in his possession upon his arrival in the city. He had immediately found the building and scoured the books for hours before being told he was allowed to take them back to his apartment to read, if he wished. Because he hadn’t been allowed to take them out of the library back at the Mage’s Association, that realization had made him extremely excited.

Now he was wandering down the street back to his apartment with his arms full of a tower of books. To keep the tower steady, he was using Ouroborus as an extra set of hands to keep the books steady. It was working perfectly fine, despite being an improper use of the Nox Nyctores.

He was almost back to the building, he hoped, when he tripped over a crack in the road. The effect was immediate. Kazuma fell to the ground, his books going everywhere, and Ouroborus returned to their subspace.

20. favorite cryptid(s)?

     you’re my favorite cryptid, nova ♡!

21. do you believe in extraterrestrial life?

     but i am extraterrestrial life.

4. Are you oc shipping friendly?

     ansowered!

14. How many ships is too many?

     idgi

“Come on Winry, do you really gotta say the full name when we’ve known each other for so long?” He poked fun at her and chuckled, “Almost feels like our world again! What’s next? Edward Elric - Full Metal Alchemist?” All that light jest was soon halted as soon as he felt gentle movement and a wet feeling on his face. It had taken a while for him to process what just happened, but when he did… He didn’t know how to react. All he could stare in a mix of surprise and confusion - did that really happen?! He was probably as red as his favored coat right now.  Winry had never done that before… Was it because she was really that thankful? Well, it was her projects after all. When it comes to her projects, she got rather invested and emotional. …Then why was he overthinking so much?

“Y…Yeah. Don’t mention it…” He set his metallic hand right behind his neck, nervously rubbing at it and looking away from the other who was now right in front of him beaming. Then setting his gaze back at the other blonde, trying to look as calm as possible through all the confusion and embarrassment he spoke with a better manner. “…Sounds good.”

          She laughed inwardly as she picked up her things and began packing them away. It had been an impulsive move on her behalf, but she’d been just that grateful. Now she could put everything together and see what she could do here in Koi. Finding the tiny piece of metal had been pivotal. 

     The mechanic threw her bag over her shoulder and grinned at him. With a quick shake of her head, she clapped his shoulder as she passed him and laughed. “Alright, what are you in the mood for?”

               This entire cafe was full of food, something that Hinata has been wanting since this morning. He was stuck working at the pizza joint for who knows how long, but he wished for something other than pizza. And now that he got paid today, he had that chance. But the café was full of people. Where on earth was he going to sit? He could sit on the ground outside, but that would be weird, wouldn’t it?

              He did happen to see a strange blonde man who was already seated, alone. Maybe that spot will do?

14. Does your character remember names or faces easier?

          i’d say she remembers faces moreso than names. but it only takes her a couple of meetings at the most to be able to remember both. she wouldn’t be a very good automail mechanic if she couldn’t put names to the faces of her customers, would she?