#firstshipcaptain

Hirato had finally escaped Tokitatsu’s grasps after an extensive and painful tour of his alma mater, Kuronomei - the government-sponsored academy that, among other things, was responsible for the training of potential Circus combatants.

You would think that he was dropping me off at kindergarten and not an elite academy where I am to be trained to kill and destroy man-eating monsters. Honestly, how incredibly disgusting.

Now that his pest of an older half-brother had been summoned back to his duties at the Executive Tower, Hirato was free to settle-in to his new living situation. Having been raised in relative isolation, in the lap of wealth and privilege, the idea of a shared dormitory hardly appealed to him, but he supposed he would have to make due.

“Tsukitachi,” Akari groused in irritation. Already the nurses’ station had been sent aflutter by the First Captain’s presence. If the man insisted on staying, he’d doubtless ruin the workday. “What are you doing here? If you’ve concluded your business, then leave.” 

❧ - a Valentine’s dinner

Hirato lit the final candle and stood back to admire his work. The table was draped in Le Jacquard Francais linen and set with Royal Copenhagen fine china. Candles within a small silver candelabra flickered against the night sky. Privacy had been a concern, so he’d decided the best setting for this special occasion would be on top of the Ship underneath the stars.  As luck would have it, they had been dispatched to a temperate region where it was unseasonably warm, making an outdoor setting possible. 

Although the setting was perfect, he was slightly concerned about the food. He didn’t claim to possess anywhere near the culinary skills Tsukitachi demonstrated, but had insisted on preparing everything himself regardless. Thankfully, he was able to acquire an exceptionally rare vintage bottle of Domaine de la Romanée-Conti Grand Cru from Burgundy. If the food was not to par, at least the wine would be a grand success. Even considering his generous Captain’s salary the price of that bottle had been exorbitant, but well worth it.  

Dressed in his best suit, he straightened his tie and adjusted his cuff-links, the ones Tsukitachi had given to him, while he waited. The Sheep had been given instructions to escort Tsukitachi to this location upon his arrival. Hirato deeply hoped that what he had prepared for this evening would please him. 

Send me “Ruffle” For my muses reaction to your muse randomly coming up and running their fingers through mines hair.

Tsukumo looked up at Tsukitachi in surprise. “Can…” she mumbled, inaudible, before asking clearly. “Can I help you somehow, Tsukitachi-san…?

The confusion and surprise still clear in her face for everybody to read.

screaming stars call you home. sleepily, they spin in the cold and eternal maybe rotating there; asunder and forever

somewhere below

Dress up as/ wear for yours:

5. Nothing but undergarments

& Why?:

7. To go swimming

Tsukumo looked at her feet. It would be embarrassing enough when the trip to the beach would only include the Second Ship. But it was worse because the memberes of the First Ship were here as well.

How could she have forgotten her own bathing suit?

She said underneath of a big sunshade on a beach towel. It probably would be even more embarrassing to go swimming in her cute pastel underwear.