#deoath

Why did she keep ending up in this situation? She wondered this as she zipped around the ward, chasing down the black balloons. She knew what she was doing, she thought. She knew that if she took care of these ones, more people would have chances for the white balloons. And given the way things were worded...

It was the nature of society, right? In order for someone to succeed, someone else needed to suffer. That’s what, in this case, she was going to be the one to suffer.

The half human hopped down from a building, the ache in her bones no concern of hers. She was hunting another balloon when something white caught her eyes. she thought is might be a white balloon, but no, it looked like it was a little girl’s dress. Instantly, she felt guilty. Children shouldn’t be involved in this situation. She switched from a hunter to a caretaker in a moment.

“Little miss, are you alright?” Despite her good intentions and her desire to protect, she was ominous in appearance, dressed in all black with her silver eyes glowing as she emerged from the darkness.

The sun was beginning to set as Kirishima made his way to his mother’s clothing shop. He had a fairly light day of repair work, finishing a lot sooner than he expected. He was a bit disappointed because being home early meant he had to focus on doing some school work...but it was just his luck when he opened the door to the shop and spotted the young blonde girl getting ready to walk out. He had known the girl for about a year, when she came to his mother’s shop asking for some work. Her skills with a needle and cloth were equivalent to that of a professional, so Kirishima’s family offered her some after school work hours for three days a week as well as the weekends.

Kirishima smiled at Rachel when the two made eye contact. Sometimes Kirishima offered to help her with math homework, and at this point helping someone else with their homework sounded a lot better than focusing on his own.

He doesn't know about the tradition with these items. Mistletoe, as he heard the name, curiously glancing at one from a few feet away. He doesn't notice the passing people who kiss underneath it, more focused on the item itself than anything else. When he approaches, he jumps up to grab the dangling item and then holds it in his hand, studying it.

It's then that he shoves it into his mouth.

Having an affinity for all things <pop>!, <cute>!, and <perfect>!, Lambda found herself standing in front of one of the many toy shops in the Golden Ward. She had just been passing by when a particularly ENORMOUS stuffed animal caught her eye in the display window– resulting in her standing outside, debating whether or not she wanted to carry it all the way back home. It wasn’t before long when she noticed somebody was standing near her, very near... a bit too close for comfort, in her opinion.

She spun around to face the stranger, puffing her cheeks and pointing her finger directly at them,

❝Hey, I think you dropped this.❞ Kirishima tapped the young blonde with his left index finger while holding the handle of a knife in his right hand. He was walking down the street when he noticed the object fall out of her bag when someone bumped into her. He was quite surprised to see such a young girl carry a knife, but he was sure she had her reasons to do so. Curiosity overtook him, though, and he was intrigued enough to ask her about the weapon she kept in her bag.

Dropped for you!