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❛ did you hear that? ❜ - Rin

— nighttime ; prompts & sentence starters. || Accepting

"Yea, stay behind me!" 'Brella Unji exclaimed as he pushed the girl behind him, scanning his surroundings for any weird activity. It was probably nothing, maybe just an owl flying away into the night sky, or just some deer stepping on a stick.

But 'Brella Unji didn't quite exactly work with the same rational mindset as regular Unji did. He was more... chivalrous, trying too hard to be the protective hero, almost to a comedic degree.

"I won't let anythin' happen to you, got my word on that."

❛ why do hauntings never seem to happen during the day? ❜ - Rin

— nighttime ; prompts & sentence starters. || Accepting

"You tell me. You probably have more experience with this stuff than I do." Zuma stated, referring to Rin being friends with an exorcist apprentice and an alien expert. Zuma had like two, at most three moments in his life where the supernatural became his problem. As far as he was aware, he was a small fish in comparison to Momo and her gang.

The young man kept walking across the quiet, abandoned mansion, hands in his pockets as he caught small glances at the bespectacled girl, making sure she was okay.

"Hey, you can hang back if ya want. I know we were both tasked with this, but I'm sure this is like... some weak-sauce ghost or something. I can handle him."

He spoke, giving the girl Rin an out. Zuma didn't know her very well, but he was aware of her type. The school prefect, the girl who had all the best grades and was just uncomfortable in unusual situations like this one.

There was a time the young delinquent would scoff at this sort of person, but nowadays? He kind of got it. No one should be experiencing this kind of risk, especially when they have so much to lose.

And Rin? Well, she seemed like a smart girl academically, risking her life here was a bigger waste to the world than his own life.

❛ shh! keep your voice down! ❜ - Okarun

— nighttime ; prompts & sentence starters. || Accepting

"Oh crap, sorry." Unji whispered, keeping himself kneeled down behind the bush alongside the smaller dude next to him.

The young delinquent knew Yokai. He was already acclimatized to them ever since the umbrella fused with him. But aliens? Aliens were a whole other ball game, so he was still letting the small, spectacled dude take the reins.

"Shit, they're actual aliens! Like the ones in the movies!" He exclaimed in a whispering tone, referring to the aliens who just landed on this specific patch of wilderness surrounding them. Zuma wasn't expecting this to be the way he would spend his weekend, but now that he was, Zuma had to admit, there was a certain degree of investment in this whole thing.

Things had been better for Saja than they had in a long time. Whether Gwi-Ma was dead or sealed away hardly mattered anymore. The whispers were gone, the constant weight pressing at the back of his mind finally silent. No more orders. No more answering to anyone. For the first time in a very long while, every choice belonged to him, and he intended to enjoy every second of it.

Turns out freedom was a lot more entertaining than he'd expected. The Saja Boys were still stars, their popularity barely touched by everything that had happened. If anything, their last concert alongside the Huntrix had only made them bigger. An uneasy truce made for great headlines, and people couldn't get enough of it. Every performance still ended with crowds chanting his name, cameras following him from every angle, and fans hanging onto every smile and every glance he spared them. He couldn't help but enjoy it. "What can I say?" he'd joke whenever the others rolled their eyes. "People have excellent taste." The attention still fed something deep inside him. He was a demon. That much hadn't changed. Being admired, being wanted—it was simply part of who he was, and pretending otherwise would've been ridiculous.

The night's party had stretched well past midnight before he finally wandered back to the Saja Boys' penthouse, still carrying the easy confidence that followed a room full of admirers. His jacket rested over one shoulder, and he gave the place a quick look as he stepped inside, expecting the usual quiet.

Instead, Abby caught his eye.

His expression brightened almost instantly as he angled toward her without a second thought, looking far too pleased to have stumbled across her.

"Well, there you are." His voice came easily, warm with familiar teasing. "I was starting to think you'd forgotten where we lived." He stopped a comfortable distance away, letting his gaze settle on her for a moment before the corner of his mouth lifted just a little more. "So... how've you been?"

His eyes snap up in surprise as he hears Tsu enter the common room. He'd waited to come down until everyone else had gone up to bed, exhaling a bit in a mixture of relief and anxiety.

it's one thing having a hundred copies of the same jacket, but the point of collecting rare sneakers is that, well, they're rare. if one jacket breaks in battle phoenix easily replaces it with the next one, but recently he's been running so hot that the jacket's heat resistance mechanism can't keep him from melting through the rubber soles of his jordans. he can spare a few pairs, but it's getting sort of expensive. and a little awkward coming back from mission on his bare feet.

Well, he was expecting a tissue more than the bowl, but he wasn't going to deny a good meal. Sniffling, Unji grabs a tissue from a nearby box to blow his nose into, discarding the trash before looking back over at Rin once more. Oh how cute she was trying to make sure he was cared for while the old man was out working his day job. For the most part, he had managed most of the day by himself. It was certainly a pleasant surprise to find her at his door around the time school was let out. ( Did she rush here ? Shouldn't she be more worried about her studies than a little cold here ? )

There's a moment of hesitancy as the spoon is held out to him that he couldn't tell if she wanted him to take it or to have a bite. She shouldn't have to do something he was capable of doing. Perhaps it's delirium, or just to tease her, he takes a bite of the soup from the spoon she held. It's warm & savory, easing himself into a comfort meant to heal all sickness. Shortly after, he holds his hands out for the bowl and spoon.

" If you... wanted to work on your school stuff... I could take care of the rest from here. Thank you for making it. "