#heartshredded

kuroko shaking her head disapprovingly LKJJDSGKLJSKL

“WAAAAH Kuroko-san, n-not you tooo!!! You’re supposed to be on my side, here!” Lightly pummels her shoulders while whining even mor e......

  As parties went, Scarlet had attended more scintillating ones. The race had sounded like fun, like a little vacation away from the capital, but if this gathering was an omen of any sort, it would be dreadfully much like work. Ah, perhaps that was why she felt so trapped. Unlike the soirees and benefits a First Lady was expected to grace with her presence, this one was host to a simpler sort than the wives of politicians and the nouveau riche.

  How the gaggle that had cornered her droned on, starry-eyed like a bunch of naive debutantes. At first it had been gratifying, however that state of affairs only lasted until the insipid praise began to wear out its welcome. Etiquette required that she accepted each graciously, her expression on the right side of cheerful humility.   But, as etiquette also called for the tiresome women to not follow her like ducklings all in a row as they had for most of the night, she felt free to ignore some of its more stringent constraints.

  “Excuse me, ladies.” Scarlet's smile took on an especial beaming quality, radiant enough to blind. Lord forbid these silly hens were to gossip about how horrible she had been to them among themselves. “I see someone I simply must speak to. I promise we will catch up later this evening.”

  Her target for more amenable company an easy pick, one that had fascinated her as soon as the First Lady had laid eyes upon her. Mr. Steel's wife had turned out to be far from the plain-faced beldam she had expected. Indeed, perhaps the farthest she could have imagined, Mrs. Steel's young face almost painfully angelic. And currently on full, charming display without either of their husbands in sight. My, my.

  Scarlet's dress — a monstrosity of burgundy taffeta and guipure lace she couldn't wait to be out of — swept the ground in her wake as she approached the younger woman.  Women were social creatures and as their guest, it would not do to leave Mrs. Steel so unattended. A tiny thing like her, who knew what would befall her were she to encounter a predator?

『ＨＩＧＨ ＰＲＩＥＳＴＥＳＳ』

The life of being a traveling dancer belongs to Midler. Being a mercenary did a number on her. Sure, she misses it, but she can’t afford to have all thirty-two of her teeth broken once again. Dentures are expensive!  Her new occupation created a tour of visiting through European countries to preform. This time: Italy.

The belly-dancer turned her head in the direction of the man that complimented her. It’s not too odd to hear praises, but rarely does she listen to them. Typically, she only paid mind to those she considered her ‘type’. Of course, the ones she generally gravitates to end up being lying bastards. It’s a viscous cycle, truly. It made her believe people are generally ingeniousness! 

The Arabian, this time around, decided to give attention to who she assumes to be a fan of her work. Her blue-hues looked over the one who wore the loud colors of orange and blue. It’s certainly an odd choice of clothing, but perhaps that’s the norm here.

   “Say, your manga is apparently good but I’ve had a hard time finding any volumes in America. I used to read quite a lot of comics back when I was a kid, and I won’t lie if I say I’m still fond of my collection.”

   Joseph knew that talking with the famous manga author could be challenging but at the same time, he was curious about Rohan’s fame. He wouldn’t believe his success unless he saw the stories and artworks himself.

   “Have you ever considered asking your publisher for an English translation?”

「 ★ 」   ⋮    Ａ Ｎ Ａ Ｔ Ｈ Ｅ Ｍ Ａ．   ⋮  ━━   Meaningless   shenanigans   weren't   allowed   in   such   a   brutal   place   like   the   PORT   MAFIA.   Everything   was   strictly   business.   No   fun   and   games   were   allowed.   Such   was   the   life   was   that   of   the   poor   mafiosos   under   Mori   -   san's   thumb.   But   sometimes,   if   you   were   lucky;   you   got   away   with   '   shenanigans   '.   The   higher   in   ranking   you   were;   the   easier   it   was.   Which   meant   that   Q   was   REALLY   testing   his   luck.

              In   the   very   least;   he'd   performed   the   act   of   DABBING   in   front   of   Akutagawa   ...   who   probably   couldn't   care   less.   When   questioned,   the   child   only   gave   the   other   a   CHEEKY   SMILE.

            ❛  —— you were right, buccelatti-san.                             —— this pizza is really good. i thought going to                             italy for some “ real, authentic, neopolitan ” pizza                             was always and  exeggarated belief, but it’s true.                             i don’t think you can get this anywhere else.  ❜