#clematised

Just a small family living in the haunted woods together in someone else's house

Although maybe tonight was a bit worse, given the individual's bright hair was hard to miss. Pink like that could give Dorothy some good competition. Or just make everything equally as blinding. But that was an intrusive thought for another time...

"...Hey, you need a refill?" Or was this going to turn into something different real quick. Despite seeing most of it all some things did still manage to surprise her...

He reached out towards the person he had just tumbled into, grabbing onto their shirt mindlessly. It definitely softened his fall, and he was able to slowly lower himself to his knees, breathing heavily in exhaustion. He was, indeed, still gripping their shirt, stretching it out rudely, before his gaze slowly drifted upwards. His breath caught in his throat, eyes widened, and his fingers tinging purple.

He was currently kneeling, covered in sweat, paler than usual— grasping onto Mizi's shirt like a child as he stared up at her, effectively stunlocked.

And, well,

When she didn't move in a while ago, he hadn't quite expected her.

He's also stepping on an empty pizza box.

"Hey? Till? Guess what?"

The house was a complete disaster. Neither of them were particularly good at cleaning, having either lived in cages or as pets their whole lives. It was the worst-case-scenario of a bachelor pad, a concept Ivan didn't quite know about, but if both bachelors had been treated as animals for most of their lives.

Also the two large animals here. For once in his life he felt kind of embarrassed. It was...New.

"Mizi's...here. Hi Mizi."

Mizi...he never understood her, as much as he wanted to. She was so nice, no reason to be, didn't get anything out of it. It was so far beyond his own understanding of how the world worked, it fascinated him.

So he took her hand gently as they walked together, patting the back of her hand with his other hand as he brought her up to date on this place. A place that he'd been since even before he had died, as far as he knew, with no breaks.

"This place...it's just as weird as when you left. I can see why you might be stressed out." Shell-shocked, almost, in fact. "Do you have any questions for me? Or we can just go get something to eat."

Odd though it might be, he'd be positively lost if he happened to history that's tied to this body, all the memories and feelings he's always reviled for not being his own. It's a familiar pain that has been a driving force for so long, that he still clings to and relies on even now, that he wouldn't know quite how to live without it.

And there's people in Spirale, too, that he's come to love and care about. He never thought he'd reach that point, and he'd be silently devastated to lose them, but the reality of life here being fleeting and unpredictable is a reality he's come to terms with.

Kingu's lost so much before, between his purpose, loved ones and perceived family, he knows he can survive that. But losing the compass of what he's not? He's still just finding himself, he still needs that sense of otherness as a guide.

RP MEME :   NONVERBAL PROMPTS.  - accepting

though rare, it wasn't uncommon for humanity's last master to get into a fight. her temper sometimes had the habit of getting the better of her, and that steadfast determination to never back down could also bite one in the ass if they weren't careful enough. like now, for example.

she was mostly fine– the split lip and bruises already forming on her legs would heal with magecraft. she just had to take them out with a well placed gandr, but before ritsuka can even gather the mana required for that as her opponent pulls back their arm, there's a flash of bright pink and the tell-tale thump of a punch.

eyes widen as she recognizes the figure that stumbles back and before one of mizi's knees can even touch the ground, ritsuka has an arm around her waist, grip firm as she twists their bodies around to pull the pinkette behind her. in the following seconds, the magical bullet bursts to life at her fingertips and fires. the attacker falls unconscious to the ground and that's enough to get ritsuka to focus on someone who was proving to be as reckless as she was.

" What the hell were you thinking?!" concern is laced within the disbelief that colors her voice, free hand careful as it moves to carefully cup mizi's jaw, turning her to get a better look at the damage. an already forming black eye and a cut along the bridge of her nose. ritsuka utters an apology softly as she touches the rest of her face, checking to see if anything was broken. once she's sure that she won't have to take the other to the hospital, a sigh of relief sounds, some of the tension easing from her body.

" I can help the healing with a spell, but that depends on how you feel about magecraft. I'm only a third-rate mage, you know." it's her attempt at lightening the situation, though ritsuka has a feeling she's more worried than mizi is about it.