#hypsoz

"Kitten...I'm hoping you're having a wonderful day! Come see me seeon, kay? ☆ "

█ 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅. ╰› @hypsoz.

She offers a gentle gesture, hand reaching his and squeezing too tenderly ⸻ ❛❛ I can't. You're too expensive. I can't afford you anymore . . . Can I get a goodbye kiss . . . on the mouth? ❜❜

hey, thanks for being my 5,000th like @hypsoz!

@hypsoz: "you'll work yourself to death." - from doppo

while the tabloids and articles published about him would sing of his generous nature, his galas held for charity, his frequent donations from his own paycheck... atticus was, in truth, antisocial. shocking, of course. who would imagine the man who preferred isolation and the company of cats would feel such a distance from his fellow man?

but, every once in awhile, a rare spell of concern would overtake him. though, in these circumstances, it was more so worry that he was witnessing a mental breakdown in the makings that would spiral into something worse.

why else would this young man be whispering so frantically to himself about working to death on the sidewalk? obviously, this was a mental health crisis.

" everything alright? "

tone friendly, with just a hint of healthy concern, atticus tried to balance a cautious approach with one open and hospitable. he was usually quite good at putting on a charismatic mask, but this was... a different kind of scenario for him.

" it's starting to rain--would you like to come inside and sit? "

Unprompted.

@hypsoz asked:

Tobias .. he's a stranger who worked a double shift and is swaying on his feet about to fall asleep against the train's pole. You're taking up TWO spots. This is your moment Tobias .. you .. can .. BE A GOOD SAMARITAN! - and offer your seat!

The stranger's pathetic swaying doesn't go unnoticed, particularly as Tobias wonders if the bastard will fall on him anytime soon, but it isn't until the redhead decides to steal a silent glance, then another, and another, at the seat he's occupying with his baggage that Tobias figures the other is trying to give him a polite hint towards perhaps being offered a seat. Greys continue to stare at Doppo for a few moments longer, and the brunette figures that if this guy wants to sit down so badly, in such a crowded train as this one, then sure, he'll give him a means to. ❛ Friend, are you feeling okay? ❜ The mafioso suddenly speaks up, tone worried and gaze unmoving from the other's face. ❛ Ah, sorry, did I startle you? It's just... you looked ill, so as a doctor I got a bit worried. I mean, your bloodshot eyes... and the way you were coughing earlier... ❜ Both of which can easily be explained through something other than a disease. Both could be caused by allergies, the red eyes by exhaustion and the coughing as a part of the body's instantaneous reactions to the dust gathered in this train now suddenly flying around due to the movements along the tracks, but there is a very specific story that Tobias is trying to write at this moment, and thus he opts to act as a doctor loudly enough for the other passengers to hear, and declare that his new friend is, without a shred of doubt, sick. A doctor would know this much at a glance, after all.

The act holds up as Tobias lifts himself slightly from his seat to reach out and verify whether the redhead has a fever, and regardless of his find, shock soon becomes etched on his face, false concern quickly increasing as the genius decides to make haste and look over the stranger once more, this time with greater attention to detail. ❛ Do you feel sick? Here, let me check your--- hm? Hey... you've got a fever too... and... huh? Are those rashes? ❜ Which could be, and most likely are, from heat allergies, as most everyone has them during this period. It is the middle of a sweltering summer, after all, but that matters little as long as the red dots look similar enough to what this train's (self-proclaimed) doctor is aiming for. ❛ Wha- you have measles?! What were you thinking, getting into a packed train?! Ugh, go stay over there 'til the next stop! ❜ With perfected panic dripping from his every word and a hand rushing to bring his jacket to cover his nose and mouth, Tobias then rises from his seat entirely to push the stranger to the far-end corner, and begins to signal for the others around them to swiftly change their spots. ❛ Everyone, cover your faces and keep away from this guy, he's contagious! ❜ And with that, as the passengers immediately fill with worry and hurry to the opposite end in deathly alarm, packed like sardines and glaring at the poor redhead with aghast vitriol for becoming a public hazard on their regular daily commute, Doppo now has the possibility to sit down anywhere he wants, in the one corner towards which he is being violently shunned, and with that, Tobias sits right back down on his two seats while everyone's attention is getting occupied by his newest pal. Why, the few cautious ones are even starting to avoid Tobias due to his previously close run-in with the other! What an easy method of obtaining several more than those initial two meager seats for himself and Doppo.

"Soooo lucky~" Ramuda drawls out, as if he would've come right here, to the nightlife of detested Shinjuku just to hang out with any random ol' host. Nope, that'll be boooooring! He knows a thing or two about flipping odds in his favor~

He giggles, reaching out to trail a finger along the cold glass of the bottle. "Strongest and sweetest~? You know me too well, Hifumin~!"

But--come on. Something like this is obviously pricey (not that Ramuda cares about that part), and to just agree? That's a little too easy by Ramuda's nice and simple standards.

He’s calling him blinddd

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