#hououmaru

[ ♬ ]—— “Oh, it’s pocky day. Right. Good luck getting your first kisses, everyone!”

His life was in shambles, anyone could tell, so the Nightmare Knight did what anyone else would do. He decided to hire a personal assistant. Following a series of ads in the newspaper to a small website lead him to arrange a meeting with one, one who had decided their meeting place would be a cafe in the area. Fine by him, really.

I love this tiny ripped man

[ hE’S NOT EVEN RIPPED HE’S JUST ALWAYS HAD TO BE ATHLETIC BC OF HIS JOB

“I’m aware. Just stay back for now and focus your mission. I’ve got this under control.”

Jayden wiped the sweat off his brow before continuing to analyze the different colored wires coming from the device on front of him with the ARI. Defusing bombs wasn’t exactly his specialty-in fact, he’d never done it before this point-but he was confident that with the FBI’s latest and finest in technological marvels, finding the right wires to cut would be no trouble at all.

[ ♬ ]—— The spooky festivities are over, and a new month rolls by. As the bustling from the outside grows fainter and Ibuki is allowed to rest, she realizes just how tired she is—and not just physically. Exhaustion from the events that affected her for the past weeks took a toll on her mood, but she did her best to half-enjoy the holiday genuinely and half-pretend she wasn’t an emotional mess.

      She’s laying in bed with Rei, tucked under the blankets. As soon as they were free from obligations, Ibuki immediately clung herself around the other girl and didn’t move an inch since then. Now she’s groaning, brows furrowing as her face is buried into Rei’s chest.

It was a face he hadn’t expected to see again. In fact, it still wasn’t quite clear if she was an ally to Satsuki or not! The last encounter with REVOCs’ secretary was not from the time he had come from...

But Lady Satsuki had forgiven her from his point in time. It would be rude on her behalf to not at least offer some level of courtesy for this woman.

“Hououmaru.”

As terrible as she is at small talk, there’s not much other way to pass the time. There’s a lady in a smart white suit next to the refreshment table; Rogue makes her way over to her, grabbing a cup of punch on the way (someone has undoubtedly spiked it, but this will not be nearly enough to get her drunk).

“Uh, hey there,” Rogue greets the well-dressed woman. “How are you? Enjoying the party?”

“Not surprising to see you here,” a smirk, and he sipped at his drink. The more people filed in, the more alcohol was consumed. Was this alcohol? Maybe. It fizzed and cleared out his sinuses at the very least.

“Must be strange for you too, huh? Not here as protection, but as someone’s date.” A hum as he sipped at his drink. “You surely already know better than to ask how I know, but I do have a question for you.”