#florablade

ENGROSSED, FOCUSED; THE girl’s gaze never left the performance. upon closer inspection, feitan noticed she was vaguely familiar. one of the two people from the shared condo he was situated at. an exchange of introductions or greetings, hadn’t taken place. then or now. never was one for formalities. never cared for it. 

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        “  people start their work at a far younger age than i may have thought,  even here...  ”     -----  he isn’t one to talk,  invested in his own craft even as a child,  he was at least given the freedoms of a branch without proper establishment or even a name.  hiromasa was a surprise enough as is and though not as young as susukihotaru or even kagura,  the threshold lowers at an alarming rate;  he knows firsthand the sacrifices at the very basics,  though there’s no way to speak for other worlds.  even still,  seimei can’t help but mutter his concerns whether she agrees or not.          “  i’m always worried that such a burdensome profession will burn out young souls who should be free to enjoy themselves rather than be chained down by heavy responsibilities.  though,  that can be turned around as a point of praise,  too.  ”

he grits his teeth in anger, cursing the limitations of his abilities as eyes search with a desperation for any signs of the glass orb. it was worthless in this city, serving no other purpose than being another pretty item. but, it held sentimentality --- one he could never care to admit, until it somehow ended up missing. so when a sunburst of amber shone through the digits of another, a growl escapes him, along with the bloom of mixed emotions. 

he begins to move, weaving through the masses to match their step and reach out; a hand firmly wrapping around the span of their wrist,  " --- give back what is not yours, girl ! ”

Animal Crossing Starters

That sure reminded him of a very special person in his life. Someone he met, when he gave up all hope, and was at a really dark place in life. Even if it had been such a long time since then, Zeno still could remember her face and the sound of her voice. If it weren’t for her, who really knew where he would be now. But not only the woman he loved so much, gave him that kind of experience, no. The same could be said about his new little family he found. A warm and happy place to return to, that he would protect with everything he has.

send joot 💎 and he’ll rate your physical appearance from 1-10.

he glances down at tiny, tiny susuki, and jotaro realizes: he still hasn’t asked if it’s a costume. he’s already seen a giant talking squid wriggling about; be it far from him to doubt the feasibility of cute girls toting fox ears.