#flybcll

"I have rizz! A TON of rizz you couldn't believe the sheer amount of rizz I have!"

❛ @flybcll said . . . [ 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖 ] to Casper ❜

𝙁𝙀𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙀 𝙀𝘼𝙍𝙎 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙆 𝘼𝙇𝙈𝙊𝙎𝙏 𝙄𝙉𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙇𝙔. living on the streets hardens you . . . but it also makes you aware of everything and anything. the moment the shadow comes into view his ears pin against his hair, taking a large step toward the light. casper keeps his calm, despite the fact that his heart is racing. their expression changes little other than crystal eyes widening. he plants his feet back onto the ground, not paying his companion much mind. the bushes rustle and casper braces . . . only to be met with a stray cat. casper blinks, ears rising then flopping back onto his head. cats love him, go figure.

he groans under his breath, straightening his back as he stares at the calico now rubbing on their legs. a faint dusted red burns on the bridge of casper's nose. he'd reacted like that over a cat . . . how embarrassing. reaching up he grabs his hoodie and pulls it over his head, hands sliding into his pockets.

❛ . . . i thought . . . it was someone. ❜

@flybcll said ... " can i play a saxophone? no. " ( src. / accepting. )

"Well that's a little disappointing."

The performer's lips tug into a contemplative frown, as though he really had been banking on Kai's hypothetical ability to play a saxophone. Of course, it isn't really that serious, but with Brant there are hardly ever settings other than extremes—every reaction is dramatized for the entertainment of those watching them.

"Even so! I believe we'll find ourselves in good shape to put on a show with or without a saxophone player. In fact, we've never even had a saxophone player to begin with—that's how talented we are!" He laughs exuberantly, then claps Kai on the shoulder as though to assure him of the joking nature of the exchange. "You wouldn't happen to have any skills in performance in general, though, would you? Instruments aside, we're always searching for collaborators all across the globe."

━━   ❝   𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐢𝐭..   ❞  Yusuke spoke as he turned toward the older male, hands within the pockets of his school uniform and he approached the other. “I know you don’t know me and I don’t know you..but I’m gonna need ya t’ lie that yer my young stepfather or somethin’.” The lie came rather convenient with the fact that there’s a spot where a little festival of games was hosted specifically for fathers and sons. The duo would compete in a multitude of games, collect points and eventually win prizes..and unfortunately for Yusuke ONE OF THOSE PRIZES happened to be a cursed item. He could already hear Botan’s words echoing at the back of his mind ‘Try not to get yourself into trouble getting it.’ The hell does SHE KNOW about trouble?

FOREWORD INCOMING !!     i think i deleted it   !!   written by @flybcll

she holds it in her hands gratefully, fingers curling around the fabric like it means more than she’ll say out loud. but even in the quiet thanks, there’s a flash of scrutiny in her gaze. a critical eye, measuring, calculating. the offer is kind. she knows that. but as she holds the hoodie out in front of her, stretching it between her hands, the realization hits with a quiet sting.

" … mh. "

ahmya starts, voice flat as she tilts her head, eyes narrowing slightly as she sizes it up.

" tight fit. "

her tone is dry, but not cruel. just honest. she lets one of the sleeves drop, the fabric swinging loosely as she gestures with her free hand, motioning casually to her chest.

" jacket? next time. better idea. "

the teasing slips in, subtle and sharp, eyes flicking up just long enough to make sure he heard it. before he can say anything or reach for it, she shoves both arms into the sleeves, stubborn and deliberate.

she doesn’t put it on properly. just leaves it bunched awkwardly around her chest, twisted and half-hanging, like she’s wrapped in it more for possession than comfort.

" no. mine now. "

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 & 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒

@flybcll : Send 🌧️ for our muses to get caught in the rain together Bad Situations

BOTAN DOESN'T REALLY MIND THE RAIN, so long as it's not too cold she'll likely brave the weather. When it's hot out, it can even be a nice refresher, splashing in puddles like a child. But this is a little much for her taste. Her walk through the park interrupted by a sudden downpour, rain coming down in heavy streams with no sign of letting up. It was like someone had turned off the lights, the sun quickly becoming hidden behind thick gray clouds.

With no umbrella on hand, her only option was to make a dash for the central gazebo where she could hopefully wait out the worst of the storm. She scurried under the cover, nearly soaked through, her hair hanging limp across her forehead. She brushed it back, tried to ring out her ponytail and shake the water from her shoes.

@flybcll said → " it tastes better than it looks. " ( src. / accepting. )

Okonomiyaki doesn't look like the sort of dish that Hakkai would have selected if given the choice, but he's sure the hesitation to dig right in has given his newfound companion some level of reservation about having picked it. As such, Hakkai can't help feeling a little sheepish about his own behavior and guilty over his unreadability.

"I don't doubt that," Hakkai concedes. He had, after all, been the one to ask for recommendations. "It's different from the sort of thing I'd have sought out for myself. I'm not particularly picky, though, so there's no need to assure me about this sort of thing."

As if to back up his words, Hakkai promptly digs in. As expected, it's a perfectly serviceable dish; he'll have to tell Goku about it when they meet again.

"One hell of an event huh?"

Tomoko rubbed the back of her neck, sighing as she looked at the crowd. Despite Kabukicho being full of people, she never really spent a lot of time in crowded spots. She liked her space a little bit too much, though forced proximity made her a bit more talkative than usual.

"At least the food's pretty good here, though I'll have to go for a run so I don't wind up knocking out as soon as I get home."