#hiddenweaponuserkun

@hiddenweaponuserkun​ sent Send me 🎳 for a starter of my character goofing off with yours

Rin kept herself close to Fushimi so she wouldn’t get lose in the crowd that had shown up for the local festival they found themselves at. It hadn’t been long since Fushimi had made the arrangements for Rin to leave the orphanage and join him at Scepter 4 and she was still finding herself feeling the need to stick to Fushimi as much as possible. She was wearing her own special Scepter 4 coat that had been gifted to her (it made her brave) but so far she’d been a little closed off being around so many people all at once.

That was until Rin caught sight of the fishing game. Kids were trying to scoop fish up on a paper scooper and if it didn’t break they were walking away with a little plastic bag full of said goldfish as a prize. Her eyes grew wide and she reached out to grab hold of Fushimi’s matching coat.

“Can I go try that?” She asked, pointing over to the stall of giggling children. She’d never had a pet, and she suddenly really wanted to be a fish owner, already having day dreams of feeding the fish, and watching it swim around it’s little tank, getting fun little things to decorate the tank like a little treasure chest and maybe a mermaid!

“It’s been a while, Fushimi.”

He didn’t make it a habit to follow what the once-HOMRA member did. While upset - hurt when it happened, sure - when the other male had left their Clan, he did truly understand why.

Some people were meant for different places at different points in their lives.

HOMRA was his home for a while, and now. . .?

Now Scepter Four housed him.

// fists have other uses 👀 fjekkckck

REON OMFG

@hiddenweaponuserkun​ said: “'I look in your eyes and the fairies come.' The hell? Dunno how you can manage saying shit like this on camera,” Fushimi sighed, sliding the script back towards Kasuka, quietly thankful for how he wasn't involved in this movie beyond just recording its theme song. (Kasuka 8D)

@hiddenweaponuserkun​ said: MARKS HIM ... ... ... with a red marker. He's gonna wake up to his face turned into an artful rendition of a dog's. Coloured-in nose and detailed jowl and all.

The piece of art on his face remains unseen at first, even if Yata notices a slight redness to his nose. But he chooses to pay no mind to it. However, that changes once enters the bar, immediately drawing multiple looks that are followed by laughing, ranging from held-back, to cackles, or just full-out laughter.

“Hey, what the hell’s so funny?!” Yata doesn’t get it at all, until a smiling Anna points out the red on his face. He hurries over to a nearby mirror, and that’s when he sees the dog-like features that are drawn all over his face. And Yata instantly knows who the culprit behind this is.

“Aw man, the site’s down.. I wonder if the server crashed.” She says out loud to no one in particular. Kazane was hoping to hop into one of the dollars chat rooms to ask if anyone knew anything more about the headless rider. Her goal is to know everything there is about the urban legend. What she knows now just isn’t enough for her. Kazane shoves her phone back into her coat pocket. She’ll just have to get her information elsewhere. 

     Fushimi sets a fresh cup of tea down in front their 'guest', then takes the seat across from her. Both his superiors are off-site, leaving him to temporarily represent their faction in this meeting regarding the new headache of a Strain situation they've had going on. "Our apologies for the inconvenience, but rest assured I'll be keeping our King up to speed on everything we'll be discussing today." Without ceremony, he offers his business card to her, ready to just get this meeting over with.

     Crystal has been on guard ever since she arrived in this foreign place. She did have to admit, it was a beautiful city. Those Silver hues of her’s stared out a window as she heard the tea being brought to her, and soon darted towards the male after she took the tea for him. “Thank you for your hospitality.” Crystal spoke softly, taking the cup to her lips, and taking a sip. Setting the drink aside, hands rested elegantly on her lap, and her gaze soon meets his. He seemed...agitated, like he wasn’t the O N L Y one who wanted to get this over with.