#hypnoticallycaucasian

what star - sovereign so considered a pilot's authorization was far different from what badou called a DRIVER'S LICENSE . and he had ne'er a need for an identification card , which was a different beast .

❝ is it customary to obtain BOTH ? why call both ' licenses ' ? ❞

it would be an utter undestatement to say that akihito was used to moving around. despite having only been alive for a meagre seventeen years, the concept of having a stable homing situation had been a foreign concept until high school. getting used to a new place shouldn't be an issue -- yet, perhaps because he had been able to live at least a few years in somewhat peaceful circumstances, he found himself scowling a lot more than usual this time.

But every day he felt like he was overstaying his welcome.

He couldn't just live here forever. Not when his own place was still there. Even if the villa was still a reminder in its own right. The last time he'd seen Jiaoqiu he'd overwhelmed the man. Then he'd nearly absorbed the other him.

It was early in the morning when Vash was packing his things up. He was planning on slipping away like usual.

anna didn't have a plan . what she did have was a stick she found on a meridian on her walk and some sewing thread from an old sewing kit . that was plenty to make do , for she had seen children fishing from the harbor enough times to know that it was all it took to catch a fish .

sitting upon the dock , anna's patience waned . the stick cradled in her arm . shoulders tensed . tongue peaked out from between her lips , concentrating on tying her string to the stick in a tight knot . she made disgruntled noises with each failed attempt , fidgeting in place .

" drat . come on anna . focus . you've got this , girl . "

Now, this festival is what he can get used to! So much to do, he can barely keep up! The angel was absolutely ecstatic when he heard of this festival and what it entails. And it's finally here!

Ooof course, that meant getting some nice treats ready! But, he had a special little.. ingredient in them. One that's in season and also used for some good ol' mischief. Thus, he spies his first victim.

"Badou!!" Pit calls out, making a b-line to the older man with a cheery and bright smile. His wings were practically flapping in joy while he held a small bag.

❝ 𝐈 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍 understand it , ❞ thor was saying , with his head cast to one side so that he might catch a better view of the arranged proceedings . ❝ it is a difficult thing . all of this in the rain . ❞

t'was an aerconi wedding , this day . last week had been a rather extravagant showing involving POWDERS . . . over an infant . ( that one . . . thor was still coming to grips with understanding with THAT one . . ) he was explaining that he had been invited to oversee the wedding as a guest . in no small part as a THANK YOU for ensuring clear skies and docile weather .

❝ i do not mind it . ❞ thor paused . then , grinned , eye twinkling . ❝ — i get free refreshments . ❞

⚔️ // "badou," byleth began , "i'd like to have your opinion on something ." she paused to move sora's desk to one side . the rustle of her methodical sweeping filled the classroom quiet . after collecting her thoughts , byleth looked up to her friend and spoke . "do you think it would be appropriate to host an extracurricular activity for the students? i have been considering something that i have heard is called a talent show . where my students could come together and prepare an example of their favored skills and activities . i thought it might be a good idea , if only to raise morale . i only . . ." byleth trailed off , nail tapping against the side of her broomstick . "i only worry that it comes close to TURNING A BLIND EYE to what has occurred recently . with the man named the collector ."

Familiar tastes in an unfamiliar land were a comfort. He could admit that easily. Evening Spirits didn't seem like a terrible spot either. As long as the drink was decent, that was enough for him. ...And the whiskey was certainly above average.

He had been taking it slow. ...Well, as slow as he was used to taking it anyways.

The buzz had long since turned into a full rush. He was draining another glass of whiskey.