#dnangelic

. ———— ƒємєℓяє∂

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ — ༽ ◓ ༼ —

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎❝ I'm sorry that's mine-! ❞ She spoke up somewhat out of breath as she realised that her chase was finally over - as the sheet of paper of Dark Clothing Designs had slipped free of her book and been carried a bit by the wind - and as much as she was tempted to transform to rescue it - she didn't know these streets like she did back home.

the late night walks home from the train were either the most calming or the most nerve-racking. tonight bled a bit too much into the nerve-racking side of things. someone or something was nearby in a way that felt disconcerting. it motivated him to draw a bladeless hilt from his pocket, brandishing it in the event he would have to light it with spiritual energy. with a sense of urgency, he dipped into a nearby alleyway, seeking out a fire escape to ascend to the rooftops above. whoever or whatever was slinking around up there, he was sure of it.

DAI'S GONE WHITE. WHAT KIND OF CRAZY WORLD ARE YOU GUYS LIVING IN...... 😰

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ㅤㅤ" SORRY to make you help me like this, Niwa-kun. " He lifted his head up from his grading to greet his student with one of his usual gentle smiles; a stark contrast from the cold expression Daisuke had witnessed the other night. Although this role was nothing more than a front, there was no denying the genuine fondness he held for this particular student. Perhaps it was because he was a good kid that he ended up developing a soft spot.

ㅤㅤ" You can set the documents over there. " He pointed to the barely vacant corner of his desk, overlapped with a couple of stray papers from the other piles of paperwork littering his desk.

AJIWEJOAWEJAKGJKJ DARK VC YAAAAAY HERE COMES THE GOODEST GIRL EVER EVERYBODY CLAP OR I'LL BLOW THIS WHOLE MANOR UP 💥💥💥💥

. ———— мѕнαяυησ

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ⌠⦾⌡—— ❝ Waa- ! ❞ She's just as startled by the sudden reaction it seemed, fern eyes wide as she watched the man practically skitter away and she realises perhaps her folly in the motion but it's briefly distracted by the sight of a whole wing- Not too unusual to her but distractive all the same. Still.. This whole reaction just pulled further at her initial concerns for the stranger. She couldn't blame him for the suspicion and tone--

Maybe it's because of that kid she met - Daisuke, his name was, right? She hasn't seen him ever since that night, so she doesn't know if he managed to get out safely. And to be honest, it kind of feels like that's her fault. Reckless and rebellious actions are more familiar to Kat than her own name, but now that the moment's passed, she's realized just how stupid her actions were, considering what could've gone wrong... she's not normally quite that bad.

And the alarm going off - well, she can't say if that was her fault for sure, but what if it was? Devil-may-care attitude aside, Kat has never wanted to get other people in trouble because of the things she does. If it's just her, that's one thing, but... the thought of getting someone like Daisuke hurt makes her gut twist with guilt and dismay. Even if she'd been exaggerating her concern for him to Dark at the time, it wasn't all a lie, either.

So when she next spots him, sitting on a bench out in the open and seemingly perfectly fine, it's hard to resist running right over. As it is, she does approach eventually - after a bit of consideration - but she makes sure to check that no-one else is listening before she starts to talk.

"Hey. Guess you survived the night, huh? ...Funny how we keep running into each other."