#daijitsu

there’s something about the expression he displays that notifies him of the sudden danger he’s in. with daisuke, it could easily be his fault  ( knowing full well how mindless he could be at times ).  whatever it is, vanitas quickly decides that perpetuating the onslaught of his concerns regarding himself is something he wants to avoid.

     ‘  ... I didn’t think you’d even remember me, much less call again.  ’

He had trouble deciding when the last ‘ normal ‘ job call he had gotten was. He hadn’t been actively advertising since everything’s happened; he’d assumed that his sprawled crimson handwriting was no longer seen, probably covered up or faded from nondescript surfaces across the city.

It was merely a faint, transient thought -- this guy was different; a rarity, a normal human having recollection of him. ‘ Daisuke ‘, was it?

What a shame. In this snowy weather, it was hard to believe someone could come outside without an umbrella, much less sit on a frozen park bench with tears in their eyes. Bundled up as he was, Judar wasn’t going to risk dampening his clothes by seating himself next to this guy, so he’ll stand behind behind the snow-covered bench and lean over the top, arms crossing to make a suitable place to rest his chin. 

          ❝ Y’know, they say idiots don’t catch colds, but this is ridiculous. ❞

Perhaps he could’ve been a bit more sensitive, considering his company, but his nature had always been arrogant, and it always seemed to land him in trouble.

we did. ur over