“Relay, am I correct? It’s a pleasure.” Kanon smiled and held out her hand to them, “I’ve heard little about you but... if appearances say anything, you live up to the cryptid hype.” She laughed a little and shrugged, once they shook hands Kanon put her arms in her suspenders and began walking.

“Keep yourselves hidden.” Ryuu ordered, the skeleton like mas hid all expression from his underlings. His grey robes were now black with hints of red on the sleeves. Thankfully the black kevlar was now light as mesh, a definate plus to mobility. “We are not in Yokohama or Tokyo, so we have no pull in this area. Make sure your quirks are hidden, I will not bail you out of jail if you are caught.” The man shook his head, his long black hair was pulled into a braid and hidden behind a hood.

He turned on his heel, footsteps leaving the men behind. He turned a corner and sighed, pushing back his hood and taking off the skeletal mask. “I don’t want to clean up after them.” he mutters, fixing his braid; eyes looking around on guard.

COBBLEPOT! dflkjdsfklj

// He will always call him “Oswald Cobblepot”, sometimes adding a “discount” to the name

I mean come on. tell me this

Doesn’t look like this

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“It’s not--” A hitch in their breath interrupts them, followed by a coughing fit that has them trying not to squirm and spasm on the jagged, broken rebar protruding from their chest just millimeters from their heart. Of COURSE they’d survive the fall but get skewered on the debris-- that’s just their luck. Perhaps this is simply to balance out the ridiculously good luck they had had in successfully killing their father-- a life for a life. If they had the energy, they’d laugh about it and how cruel fate is, but they don’t. They DO, however, find just enough energy to reach for Keisuke’s hand in what is SUPPOSED to be a comforting gesture for him, but it ends up looking more like a desperate attempt to latch onto something.

“It’s not that bad,” Kaira finally finishes. A blatant lie, but one they tell regardless. Then there’s another pause before they speak again. “You’ll take care of the kids when I’m gone, right? You and Yuu-kun both. I trust you both to take care of them. And Hana-chan--” 

Another coughing fit, and this time they have to pull down the mask in some vain attempt to prevent it from being further stained with blood before they speak again. “Tell Hana-chan not to worry. That I’m sorry for leaving her. And... I’m sorry for leaving you too. But you’re strong. I think you’ll be alright.” The grin they offer is weary, and bit by bit their grip on his hand loosens. By now it’s a struggle to even keep their eyes open.

“If you do anything stupid, I’ll still be there to kick your ass. Even if I have to dig my way out of my grave. That’s a promise. And I don’t break my promises.” 

x || open

14. …casually. ( except it’s platonic hell yeah )

They happen to be fixing another flower crown for him this time consisting of amaryllis ( pride ) and freesia ( friendship and trust ), and they’ve just finished it when they turn toward him. Although they’re oddly demure once more as they move to place it upon his head, they pause for just a moment, followed by a shrug of their shoulders. The next moment Kaira leans forward and pecks his cheek in the same movement that finally settles the crown on his head, and they back out of his space as quick as they entered. As a matter of fact, they’re turning on their heel and leaving entirely, though they DO beckon for him to follow with a wave of their hand.

“Come on, let’s get something to eat. I’m starving-- you must be too, right? So let’s go. Oh, and I want to bring something back for the kids, too.”