#infernoed

                   tch — he should have known it wouldn’t have been that easy. just a yes or no- a time would have sufficed just as well. shouto stares at the message, irritation bubbling to the surface, knowing very well this time around: he’d been the one to send something first so maybe to expect anything else was dumb of him. either way — his response is no different than all the times before, it didn’t matter if the terms had changed:

pleasantries with this man weren’t needed. 

     [ TEXT to // bastard old - man ] : yeah.

v spooky

(  @infernoed  )

          HE TOOK NOTICE OF ENDEAVOR’S PRESENCE. After all, it was impossible to neglect it. From the aura filled with INTIMIDATION and SUPERIORITY, exuding from his presence– to his bulky frame bathed in FLAMES. Truly, someone that cannot be ignored.

          And here’s a significant difference— Toshinori’s body was in its actual form at this moment, NOTHING in comparison to his famed form emitting CONFIDENCE and GALLANTRY, portraying assurance and valor at excellence. Instead, he appeared rather lanky— limbs were long and thin, unveiling NO TRACES of his enormous muscles. His hairstyle included thick strands being disarrayed. His expression had no traits of his distinctive one that would contain the PERPETUAL SMILE of his. No. It was in fact, quite indecipherable. Almost BLANK AS A CANVAS. 

          A mere ‘ tch ’ managed to echo amid the ambiance. There is NO DENYING that these two weren’t in the most amicable terms. Characteristics of camaraderie were NONEXISTENT. This could change however, who knows. But in all honesty— it seemed like an IMPOSSIBLE task to happen.

;)