#ic;genius

“My name is Izuchi Nasuga and I am a certified seashell fucker, vote Deez Seashells for president if you love to Sin”

"Hm? A cat? I do not recall any animals being let in... shoo, beast.” Unless this was a bakeneko or something equally fascinating, it did not belong in his sphere of interest. Animals were not permitted in the palace anyways, lest they distract the Emperor’s sons from their studies. 

What ringtone my muse has set for yours: His phone is on silent all the time.What contact photo my muse has set for yours: He doesn’t have one.What my muse thinks of the way yours texts: More foolishness from the annoying commoner, and it’s unreadable to boot.How quickly my muse responds to your texts: Never.How often our muses text: When Sagara blows up his phone he’ll either turn off notifications or text back something to convey his annoyance.How often our muses call: Never.Does my muse purposefully miss calls from yours: Always.Last text sent from my muse to yours: How did you even obtain my contact information in the first place? Did the brat tell you?

He heard the distinct shuffling of feet on the sand, and turned towards the source, intending to chase some pesky commoner away. Instead, he found that girl, who probably intended to antagonize him once more. Izuchi didn’t care for her fantasies, but it was bothersome when he was involved. “If you attack me, I’m going to throw these seashells at you. Leave.”

“Oh. So it’s you.” The irregularity. He wasn’t entirely unwelcome, seeing as he was a valuable source of data, but anyone that impeded on his allocated seashell-collecting time was considered a nuisance. He better state his reasons quickly. “What is it now? Is it another psychiatric problem? Or are you here to attack me again?”

Oh? He thought nothing of the child wandering the streets of Sweet Beach until he witnessed quite an unusual sight... one moment the child was surrounded by unidentifiable black creatures, and the next she was consuming them as if they were candied treats. This definitely warranted his research. “You, child. What are those creatures, and why are you eating them?”

Hmph. And he thought he’d chased the last of those filthy commoners off the beach. Could they not leave him in peace? Annoyance overtook his features as he approached the person, arms crossed as he stopped before her. “You there. Leave at once. You’re interrupting my concentration.”

Well look who it was. Was he finally done playing around? Or was he here for a rematch? Izuchi felt a slight smile grace his lips at the thought of their last battle. It was a shame his younger brother had been cut off. He had almost become a challenge. “If it isn’t the brat. To what do I owe the pleasure?”