#cursedclownwalker

Mikleo sighed, looking over at the younger teen that had fallen asleep at one of the tables. The cafe had closed about ten minutes ago, though the teen had come in hours before hand and must have fallen asleep at some point in between. He hadn’t been keeping an eye on him, he only noticed after the cafe had closed for the night.

He walked over to him as to walk him up, but the papers and notes underneath him caused him to stop. Was he a student in the city? Perhaps he had been trying to study and fell asleep while doing it. He let out a small chuckle, it reminded him of how Sorey wouldn’t eat or even sleep unless he made him food or made him sleep.

There was a child laying across the ground in the path Arthur was walking. And while that was not the strangest thing Arthur had come across in his day, it was perhaps the most worrying. He could not tell if they had collapsed from hunger, or being tired, or if they merely thought that this was a good place to rest themselves, but reason aside, he had to check to see if the child was okay.

Kneeling down close to the child, he saw it was a silver haired boy – a combination of descriptors that brought a mysterious nostalgia to the surface of Arthur’s heart. But, he disregarded it; he couldn’t puzzle out his own feelings when there could be a hurt (or worse) child at his feet.

    Sometime that morning Rin had slipped into the Hummingbird Hotel’s kitchen, he was sure people generally ordered their meals rather than made them there but cooking made him happy. That said, he was now enjoying the food that he’d put so much effort into that morning. After a moment, he frowned, salt he’d forgotten the salt - though that was understandable since he was getting ushered out of the kitchen at the time. 

    “Tonight,” He muttered to himself. Rin would just have to make his meals in advance. Sneak into the kitchen when the cooks were gone, make the food he’d need for the next day - the only problem was storage. He’d have to find somewhere cold to keep the food so it wouldn’t go bad.

@cursedclownwalker

   Lance had to say he had to arrive at the fairgrounds early. He wanted to beat the crowd. Still as early as he came there was still a lot of people at the fair. He taps his foot impatiently at the long line at churro stand. “Come on people. This shouldn’t be a long line. There is no need to think about your order. It’s just churros!”

[ AIRHORNS UP IN THIS SHIT ]

｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡ = What makes the character laugh

This is actually a frustratingly difficult question to answer a, haha. 9S laughs genuinely (at least, out of happiness) quite rarely. Most of the time, he chuckles to get someone off his case – to give the impression of the easy going person he’s supposed to be. When something is bothering him, the last thing 9S wants is for someone else to pick up on it, and he’s pretty good at concealing his emotions… most of the time.

On the other side of the coin, he also has a tendency of laughing bitterly, when particularly on the edge – when he has simply stopped caring about what people think of his insides, when things have simply gotten too much. Needless to say, you don’t really want to hear this one.

No matter how he tried to put it, no matter how he tried to get to the bottom of this place, 9S had been stuck here for longer than he’d intended. It was over a month, wasn’t it? Rather, it was more than even that, but he didn’t want to acknowledge it. The thought that he hadn’t made any progress, in all that time... to say it made him frustrated was an understatement. Even he, who resented nothing more, had gotten caught up in the status quo.

          “OI! Watch out!” Otoya prayed that the stranger heard his warning before he was hit with the soccer ball.

          Otoya sprinted over to retrieve the stray ball, “Sorry, sorry, the sheep aren’t exactly the best at this game.” Then again it was to be expected being that they were sheep and he was trying to teach them to play soccer... “Are you alright?”