#eniigmata

it isn't usual that he finds himself in a retail store, preferring to buy most things online, just for convenience's sake. it's even more unusual that he's found himself particularly lost in finding what he needed, especially because when he looks at his hand, there is nothing but smudged ink. the item he had wanted lost from memory, because he just can't figure out what was so important anymore that made him come here of all places.  he glances at his hand again, trying to make out the smudged letter. there's an a, he's sure of it, but he still can't figure what it is. that's frustrating within itself, because he's not even sure whether or not to consider this bad luck yet.  there might always be something worse, waiting to reign down on him, with him waiting for it with outstretched arms because that is his reality after all.  he does, however, start to look around, someone catching his eye. maybe she works here.

conflict could be traced on her features while glaring down the warning sign, leading to an ever so alluring haunted house that'd peaked her interest.

but the only coming between her and incredible discoveries were the laws of society she was hesitant to defy.

Yes, she had tried to stop herself, and no. It didn’t end up working.

♡~ “Ahh! I’m so so sorry! I didn’t see you!” Marie apologized in a flustered tone after trying to get back to her feet. She noticed that the sunflowers she had been trying to deliver had landed in the other’s hair and extended her hand to try and remove them, but seemed hesitant since she wasn’t sure whether that would even be alright.

The guitarist spoke as she started to bandage carefully the young man´s hand,   trying her best to not release a giggle upon the rarity of the situation. Who would   have thought that pigeons could get this wild !

It’s funny ----- Wonderland, despite the atrocities that had occurred within it’s walls, had always been a place where Shiro could rest. It constantly suffocated, and isolated, but above all, it protected; aceman was by her side always in the past. Whether her body fell apart or her heart ached because of Ganta, aceman would be there to sing her a lullaby. Shiro would sleep with so many worries, and she’d wake the next time without a single fear left. Aceman had saved her once again. 

But out here, in the world where wonderland didn’t exist, things were painful, and scary -- they were unpredictable, and it made Shiro go crazy at times. She was quiet, because she preferred to blend in, and she covered up so people didn’t ask about her scars. They were apparent to those with a critical eye, and on the off chance someone did happen to see them, Shiro ignored as much as she could. Her world wasn’t closed off anymore, but she felt like a bystander in her own life. Most days she simply went through the motions without much thought, though she really really desired to do more. 

Despite her effort to come off friendlier when she ventured out, it still felt unnatural knowing her flaws were out for everyone to see. It’s why when she was at school especially, she kept to herself. She’d only interact with teachers once all the students had left, and it’s what she’d been attempting now, considering she understood nothing about the previous lesson. Shiro hadn’t wanted attention drawn by raising her hand, but would he get upset by her waiting until now ? She didn’t much care if he did, really. 

“ Uhm -- Sensei. I...need help. Or, the lesson explained again. Shiro didn’t understand a lot of it. ”