#inkyara

they sit at the back row of the pew, silently listening to the preaching in the Church of Onoma. So, maybe Ofiuco isn't the god here or something. Or maybe there's multiple gods? They don't know, but they seem interested at least to learn. Not for the religion itself. They were never known to be religious to begin with.

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" Um. "

" It's about the only mobile game I'd have had time to play during my days as a corporate slave haha... But I forgot to check in a lot of the time anyway because that's just how tired I was - it's a cute little thing I guess? "

"Kh... Damnit!"

She carves dark grooves into the decking with her shadows. She stomps the lulling waves into a tempest, boots shaking the earth. Her bongos cla-clunk-cla-clunk against her thigh. She can't tell how much of it is real.

That is, until she sees him.

"It's you... You fuckin' asshole! What are you doing here?!" Reko makes a beeline for that unfortunately familiar face, right at the centre of her dutch angle. "Is this another trial? I've had it with this shit!"

It's just Sou. There's no Kanna in tow. Something feels amiss, yet she puts herself mere inches away from him, staring him down. Maybe if she peeks down, she'll catch metal.

He's been trying to keep away from other people. Being in higher places such as trees, top of rooftops, and just all around areas where he wouldn't be spotted. Countless times he had thought about stopping by Zhang San's and hiding there, but....

what are the chances something might happen?

The rage continues to boil inside of him and on top of all of that....how could he face Zhang San? The very man he claims he loved and yet forgotten entirely about?

This particular day, Sun finds himself at yesteryear, but he doesn't seem to be alone. Next to him stands a man, perhaps the same age as him or close...He looks out of place.

this actually isn't half bad; yuri's gotten pretty comfy here on nommin. all he needs is a good meal... and judging by some nearby rustling, he's finally getting one! time to spring into action!

orrr not. just a dork in a green beanie.

he lowers his makeshift spear (would it have killed 'em to let him keep his sword?) and clicks his tongue, sharp. it's not like he's disappointed, but his stomach really would've appreciated a wild boar right about now, that's all.

"Mm? It isn't much." Kugisaki says, lifting a bag with ease. "Why, you wanna be my bag holder?" She's joking. Well, HALF joking. The more free hands she has, the more shopping she can do!

did he really need a reason? sure, this might've been in the running for Worst First Impression Ever, but sou didn't look capable of hurting him or anything.

"you're not that special," (maybe he could ease the tension somewhat if he kept things laid-back), "practically half my social circle's made up of people who've threatened me at some point."

and if sou had murdered someone before... well, he couldn't judge him on that fact alone. that'd take some serious hypocrisy.

send a "♦" for the first word my muse thinks of when your muse is mentioned || no longer accepting !

"bonk. right to the head."