#hyakiru

           ‘ CARELESS, ’ SHE REALIZES,  is one of giles’ favorite words as he continues to lecture her incessantly in his office for another minor mistake.  so what if she showed up late for patrolling one night ?  she's struggling to see the enormous issue this has apparently created.  slouching in her seat facing his desk as he paces before her, a little yawn escapes from her mouth.  he notices.

❝ i’d appreciate if you took this more seriously, ❞ he barks sternly, surprising her.  her eyes grow wide and she sits up a little straighter.

❝ i promise you, it went fine.  i took care of every single fanged jerk in the area, ❞ she assures, frustration present in her tone.  no one ever thanks her for a job well done, but with the slightest slip-up it seems there’s always hell to pay.  ❝ i’m just tired, okay ?  i’m tutoring this kid after school every day-- ❞

❝ well, you’ll have to quit.  i don’t care what snyder says, you cannot afford to be sloppy right now, ❞ he warns, rubbing his temples.  they had just experienced the wrath of some especially vengeful demon earlier this week, she considers.  sure, she had slain him, but giles is always paranoid after a big attack.  ❝ it’s simply not your responsibility. ❞

she shakes her head.  ❝ i know, but...i feel like he needs me.  i can’t just give up on him.  he’s, like... ❞  a pause.  she remembers an encounter from the previous week where she received a water-color painting from him as a gift :  a white tiger, fierce but beautiful.  she recalls when she gingerly accepted this gift, unsure how to interpret it but appreciating the gesture nonetheless.  after discussing it extensively with willow over the phone that night, they agreed it must be a custom in his culture to give such thoughtful presents to mere school friends.  she shrugs.  ❝ he’s my friend. ❞

❝ yes, well--apparently i have to remind you that it is not your destiny to make friends.  you have a job to do and i suggest for your sake--for all our sake--that you focus on that from now on. ❞  his manner seems much harsher than usual.  buffy stares up at him, disbelieving and hurt.  they meet eyes momentarily before a frustrated sigh escapes him and he storms out of the room without another word.

shortly, she emerges from his office, her face glum and her hands wringing, and very nearly bumps into hyakkimaru.  ❝ o-oh my god...hi !  you’re early, ❞ she manages, very surprised to find him here already.  their meeting isn’t scheduled for another fifteen minutes.  her brows narrow as she wonders just how much he had heard of their conversation, a hot guilty feeling forming in her stomach.  

@hyakiru​ sent a signal:  30 & 38 :)

30. Do you have any unspoken rules that might not be on your page? answered but i will add if you roleplay with alex gothsic/hyakiru it’s a hard block i cannot stand her !! she smells like soup !! ugh she smells like the delicious cinnamon broth in the pho i had yesterday ... with a hint of lime ... and she smells like plastic from a 500$ morrigan figure left in a hot car

hyakkimaru will catch her some fish no matter what

rhony starter sentences :  accepting.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀❝  Don’t talk much , do ya . . ? ❞

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀Totally invading Hyakkimaru’s personal space , Kamina knelt down to examine his face. Something about it bothered him - he could hardly see it ! ! 

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀Crimson eyes stared into the one brown eye that stared back , the boy’s hair covering the entire right side of his face. He said nothing , but the wrinkle in his visible eyebrow made it obvious Kamina was certainly making him uneasy.

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    Gero-crap! He was spotted! His anti-barrier must have drained it’s battery without his knowing. How long was he roaming around in the public eye? Oh god, he’s in the doghouse for sure.

    Sarge is in panic as his thoughts race through millions of outcomes of his doom ; frog leg stew, used as a demonic sacrifice, killed and stuffed--- all of these made him internally scream for his life. He should be running, but his legs were giggling like jelly to move.

    The hand on his face made him froze. Maybe he could head bash the kid and make a break for it.   .   .or bite his hand. There was something about the way he was getting held by the cheeks that stopped all panic. Then those golden words kicked in.

          Cute? He’s cute? A complete stranger came up to him just to say how cute he was???? Kero’s cheeks get slightly red in embarrassment of his own thoughts.