#docsoda

          here is what falls within the realm of chell’s business: her job, her general wellbeing, whether or not her socks are mismatched ( they are, if it matters ), what is on today’s grocery list. 

          here is what does not fall within the realm of chell’s business: why is that person picking up a frankly ungodly amount of soda ?

          it doesn’t register, at first. she moseys past the aisle, basket in hand. not a care in the world, blessedly unaware of the carbonated drink section’s happenings. then, the doubletake. she throws herself into reverse, peers down the row, and bears witness to a man stuffing a third case of soda into his cart. that’s right. cases. not a bottle or two. multiple cases. 

          ( holy shit. )

          this is, perhaps, the first time in her life she has been truly awestruck. as in, eyes wide, mouth agape, shoulders slack, awestruck. is he throwing a party ? that has to be it, right ? not that it’s any of her business, but… she has to know, be sure. good god, does she have to know. chell ventures into the aisle, waves a hand to grab his attention. once she has it, she balls her hand into a fist, sticks out her thumb and pinky, and tips her thumb towards her mouth. chell raises a questioning eyebrow.

🐻 Character Glimpse –> Accepting!

❝ Fueee, where am I...? ❞

Kanon fiddles with her hands as she walks down the street, absolutely clueless to her surroundings. She knows that her sense of direction is subpar at best, but this is a whole new record! There’s no one familiar nearby, and her phone is out of battery... does she wait for a bus? Keep walking and pray things turn out okay? That won’t help... 

❝ W-Why am I so bad at this? I’m going to be late for practice at this rate... ❞

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“So quiet down here, isn’t it? It would almost be nice if it weren’t so foreboding.”

Up on the railing of one of the higher walkways was a boy, seated daintily with his legs cross and chin resting on his hand. Not a care in the world, as though this was a regular hangout spot.

(There was more to it, of course. This wasn’t his world, so its problems weren’t his, but there was such energy coming from it. Especially this young man. His Soul wasn’t like the others, and Joshua found that fascinating.)

“I must say, the conspicuous bloodstains in the corners of these chambers really pull the whole place together.”

          for three long seconds, he stares at timothy. eyes wide and disbelieving, jaw dropped in shock. then, he laughs. it’s a full body, toss-your-head-back, shoulders shaking, can’t help but double over, laugh. ❛ that’s your biggest regret ? not the uh– the– the coca-cola™️ incident, of 20XX ? ❜ oh, he is absolutely losing it. ❛ no– hhhhaaaaaa– no, that’s– that’s a good one ! as far as regrets go. ❜

   Dimensional portals are something Gwen knows all too well. At this point, watching them open is just like... opening a door. Nothing unusual about it, and normally she knows where they lead.

Normally.

This door, however, opened in mid air, and Gwen couldn’t slow her momentum enough to stop herself going right through it- only to land in... a... lab? Not any lab Gwen could recall seeing any time recently, either.

... That man is wearing a propeller hat.