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“ how's the headache? ” rarely does kafka succumb to the throes of worry, or even yearns for its embrace; as a woman bereft of the capacity for fear, and denied the sublime experience of fully indulging in all of life's emotions, concern seldom finds her. yet, she cannot deny the web of trust that binds their small cadre, particularly the unyielding allegiance she bestows upon blade, knowing with unwavering certainty that his loyalty is a steadfast beacon, unblemished by doubt. and perhaps, she muses, it's this very deep - rooted trust that stirs her soul to worry for him, her recollections a vivid tableau of the precarious state in which they discovered him, danger lurking within the depths of his immortal essence even now. “ take a moment to rest, bladie. silver wolf is still much too immersed in her game, anyway. ”

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It's been some time since Chrollo has been freed from that particular hindrance of being nenless. Yet Chrollo doesn't look even marginally surprised to see the Kurta in front of him. Not does he seem particularly displeased, agitated, or otherwise bothered by the blonde. ( He's quite certain that will jab Kurapika like needles under the skin. ) He merely casts a casual glance towards the younger one while they stand on two different ends of the hallway.

" I'm not outrunning anything. " Chrollo replies calmly, voice as smooth as polished marble and ever bit as unshaken as he looks. " Do you really think you'll get rid of the phantom troupe before you destroy yourself? " Chrollo asks in turn, the right corner of his lip turning upwards ever so slightly. " The odds do not appear to be in your favor. I'm curious. Are you only seeking to reclaim the eyes of the Kurta from that night? Or are you seeking to reclaim all who have been taken? That night wasn't the first time I'd met a Kurta. Though it did yield the most beautiful sets. " Yet even that hadn't been enough to keep Chrollo's interest before he sold them off without a care. " That is why you're on this ship, isn't it? Seeking out the sets that Tserriednich has? " He smiles knowingly, but not cruelly. Maybe that's the worst part - none of Chrollo's words come across as cruel, only calmly thoughtful or reminiscent.

The head lets his gaze linger on Kurapika for a moment longer. " I have no interest in you. " He answers simply with a small shrug of his shoulders. " Did you expect me to hunt you down? I'm not overly fond of such matters. " However... " I have more pressing matters to deal with at the moment. " It was unfortunate that now he had to deal with Hisoka and Kurapika. But at least the latter was likely to be caught up and kept busy in the bloody contest between children. His only focus was on killing Hisoka a second time. ( This time, he would ensure that there would be no return. )

Her eyes lit up one second, only for her to look away, shoulders slumped the next moment. She shuffled from one foot to another, quite clearly hesitating before finally speaking up.

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather go… without me? I don't want to be, uh, any trouble" it was one thing, and a big one, that Aizawa allowed for her to be out and about from time to time under the guardianship of a few chosen, well-trusted people. But still it was hard for Eri to tell if she was an inconvenience to them in some way, just by existing. As the twig is bent, eh?

Dragging in his first solid breath since the villain attack, Katsuki hacks out a wad of blood. He wipes his mouth and looks up, scowling at Deku’s accusation. Scanning him head to toe, he snorts.

“And you’re limping, so we’re both fucked.” His doctor is going to throw a bitch fit for throwing himself into battle. Technically he’s still benched, recovering from all the damage sustained from the war almost two years ago. All of second year he spent in recovery, so he wants nothing more than to throw himself into his third year and show he’s still a hero. To display that his injuries aren’t going to hold him back. Plus everyone is moving so far ahead of him, he needs to work on closing that gap.

Finding a seat among the debris, Katsuki plops down and pulls out a roll of gauze from his utility belt. With his teeth he rips it off once it’s wrapped around his arm to staunch the bleeding. Then he glances at Izuku and jerks his chin to the open spot beside him.

“Sit down,” he barks, “before you fuck yourself up even more.”

𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚   𝙞𝙨   𝘽𝙀𝘼𝙐𝙏𝙔   𝙞𝙣   𝙖𝙡𝙡   𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨.   That   which   exists   under   the   light   of   the   stars   is   beautiful,   be   it   person   or   thing,   living   or   inanimate.   This   is   something   Argenti   believes   to   the   very   depths   of   his   soul.   So   it   stands   to   say   that   there   is   beauty   in   sorrow   as   well,   but   only   when   it   does   not   hide.   

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With the Charmony Festival so close it was an understatement he was almost constantly tired. A heaviness in his bones that nothing could satiate. In the real world, coffee helped only so much and in the Dreamverse nothing truly seemed to ease the ever constant tension.

His nerves were frayed and his patience growing thinner by the hour. Still when he saw his sister's face he felt a giddiness he had not felt in a very long time. Wearing the first genuine smile he had since planning for the Festival had began he greeted his sister, "Robin! I had been informed you returned. I am sorry for not being there to greet you personally."

ㅤㅤ❝ Looky here, seems like ya got the whole place under your thumb. ❞