#crossroadsdiner

Rowan leans against the railing, twirling his lighter in his hand. It’s fine, gold plated, with a rose engraved in the side. An old-fashioned ladies lighter. It always makes Rowan happy to hold the lighter. He’d stolen it from his bitch of a grandmother.

He flicks the lighter again, but no flame appears. The cigarette hanging between his lips goes unlit.

Rowan glances at the smoker beside him, looking them up and down. He doesn’t realise how much he’s staring until they address him. “Nah.” He shakes his head. “Wondering if I could get a light? I’m empty.” He jiggles his lighter, empty of lighter fluid, then shoves it in his pocket.

In truth, it was the man’s stare that had been making Kuma uncomfortable as they sat on the bench, grinding their herb. He was a big guy, with a strong jaw and a serious, scrutinizing face they couldn’t read. They had worn one of their long skirts out today. Had he clocked them? They wore one of their 3XL sweaters to try to hide the curves they had in all the wrong places. Were their shoulders too broad? Fingers too fat? Had they missed a spot shaving? Maybe it was the pockmark scars all over their face. Maybe, maybe, maybe--

They spoke without realizing. Anything to stop the staring.

And he answered. They looked at him, finally, openly surprised the request is so normal. “Oh, yeah, uh’course.“

Sun spent the days he has with no partners or kids traveling the world. He always looked for strange places to explore and this diner on a crossroads highway would be the perfect stop. Normally such places would be empty and decrepit, only used by the demons that inhabit the crossroads. This one wasn’t, it was only quiet. Nothing out of the usual for a place so far removed from the bustling urban chains. Such a place would restaurant would appeal to him more were he not so cautious of the crossroads.

Are you looking for an animated fc or an irl one?

He sounds awesome. I’m excited.

I want to interact with him in my Angels and Demons verse!

Noted

It was humiliating. He’d seen the ship, of course he had seen it, but he was deep and he was hunting. By the time he saw the net, it was too late; he became too fast entwined in the threads pushed deeper by school’s thrashing bodies. No sooner had he been dumped on the deck than the crew had descended upon him.

Now he was here, in this cage of rough wood and rougher iron. His hook, harpoon, and dagger were gone. His hands were tied. He was hungry, and he felt an unfamiliar dryness in his throat. Sickness? He couldn’t be sure. If he had been a little stronger, perhaps he could have attempted an escape, but not like this. No, for now, there was nothing he could do but sit, and wait.

“His name is Asani. He is a Kenyan Sokoke cat. He is a very rebellious kitten, always eager to go out for an adventure. “

She hunched down next to her pet, admiring the little kitten’s friendliness. “He also got two big sisters watching out for his safety.”

Send me ‘who did this?’ for your muse to find mine with a black eye and bruises

Yashira rolls her eyes as she drops a handful of ice in a washcloth and gathers it up, resting the ice-filled cloth against her eye as she hops on the counter. “It’s just a little black eye, no big deal.” He’s the third person to demand answers, after Atticus and her co-worker, Shitoshi. Honestly, it was kind of endearing but also really annoying.