Let's say that when the tall woman calls him and presents him a box. He is more than confused but decides to open it anyway. At the sight of the chocolate cookies that are certainly homemade. He was confused because he didn't think she was capable of cooking but after taking a second to think about it. It is quite normal that she can cook, she lives alone. He puts the box of cookies in front of him and extends an arm to take one.

Even if he's not the biggest fan of sweet food. It would be wrong to refuse to taste one of the cookies she took the time to prepare for him. He brings the cookie to his mouth and opens it wide enough to reveal razor-sharp, pristine white teeth. He closes his mouth on the cookie and his teeth begin to shred the sweet.

It is good to know that the tongue of a saiyan has 10 times more taste buds than that of a human being. It can identify every flavor that the cookie should offer. Once the cookie was crumbled he swallowed it in one go.

“Tell me, would you be interested in cooking for me for lunch and dinner?”

It's his way of saying that he loves her talent for cooking, and he doesn't cook for himself because he doesn't need to eat very often. But he is not against the idea of eating good food that someone makes for him.

     Eleanor wasn’t a good baker and chef just because she lived alone and cooked for herself. Her mother was an S class chef and baked as well, that woman taught her everything she needed to know about cooking. Eleanor became quite skilled in the arts of cooking and baking. It’s why the ghosts sometimes begged for her to cook for them. Just to take a taste of her food. Honestly if she had a career, it’d probably be either in cooking or baking.

Agitated nights in Vale weren’t strange for the troublemaker, specially when it was her and her partner in crime who started all the chaos to start with.

It was something small this time- robery to one of the local shops while hoping the police of the city didn’t catch them redhanded. But, with Neo’s Semblance on their side, that was rarely a possibility.

The girl ran, helping Roman to get to hide by taking another route, and herself running to one of the many alleys that hid in-between the buildings.

@fistsofwrath - honestly!! They’re super fun to write with ;w ; I’ve really been enjoying all the threads I have going on with them and I just adore the relationship between Kefla and Mukuro! At first, I was kind of just expecting their relationship to be strictly sexual but as time went on and threads continued on Mukuro felt more and more comfortable with Kefla! Not only is their writing really well developed and easy to work off of , but they’re also really pleasant talking to OOC :3

@wild-pineapple-butt - we’ve been mutuals forever lol and i’m pretty sure all ooc convos up until just the other day had been on my old blog? ( b/c when i messaged you earlier it was like a brand new message lol - and i’m unsure if we’ve exchanged discords? ) but !!! I always remembered that talking to you has always been a delight and writing with you equally so!! I really like the threads we have going on in Renji's human verse/ mukuro’s hostess AU and i’m super looking forward to what’ll happen now that I have mukuro’s bleach verse a lot more fleshed out :3

@goreburdened - aaa you’re super kind!!! ; w; i’ve really had a blast talking with you today! And I’m really looking forward to what we come up with for plots in upcoming threads!! And I’ve also just super loved your writing whenever your posts would come up on my dash!  :3

      A blue ghost slowly hovered down to the stranger that entered the subway station. It seemed to be male, and he had a worried look on his expression. He looks around, a quick head turn and looks back to the stranger.

     “U-um... I-i-if I were you... I-I-I would leave,” the ghost stammers, looking around nervously. “If... If she finds you... she’ll... she’ll kill you.” The ghost swallowed thickly. “She’s crazy.. She killed me... she killed almost everyone of us!”

    Suddenly, the ghost froze. His teeth chattered and he disappeared in smoke, leaving the stranger alone now. In the distance, there was a shape of someone very tall. Red glowing eyes watching the stranger from afar. She wore a neutral expression. She wasn’t smiling for once. The shadow just looked kind of.... tired.

The night started a few hours ago, and the streets were as dead as usual save for the clubs and bars that opened this late for the younger people.

Neo was one of those people that frequented the clubs of the area- anyone would've thought that she was simply a woman that liked flirting and getting together with other women for the rush of it, but it was far from the truth.

The wolf in sheep's clothing left the club all alone; a single gloved thumb passing by her lips while she cleaned the blood off her mouth, and a soft yet almost silent laugh escaping the back of her throat.

Not long after, muffled screaming could be heard from the same building that the short woman just left. Screaming that almost got drowned in the loud music of the local.

ㅤ ㅤ      his hand had inexplicably touched his head, revealing intense pain that he assumed had been caused by a blow.  that pain of hers did not let her think clearly, she did not know where she was or who she really was; reason that had distressed her.

ㅤ ㅤ  her gaze began to look around her, as if she were looking for a way for something to make her react to that nightmare.

ㅤ❛ㅤ  I... don't remember anything, are you someone close to me? can you help me? I don't know what to do in this place. I have nowhere to go.  ❜

@fistsofwrath​

"Is that blood?"

  Mukuro gave a small nod at his question, wringing her hands under the running water, cleaning off the blood that stained her hands, the rest of her was still heavily decorated in the sanguine liquid。

「It’s not mine though,」 Mukuro commented as she dried off her hands, a small smile on her lips as she turned to look at Kefla, 「want to shower with me~?」