#karasmatic

⌜🎸⌟ ⋯ Strings are casually strummed as he floats down the street on his back in a leisurely lull. He isn’t in a hurry to go anywhere, no, and he’s not ready to touch the ground at all now that he’s able to freely fly. But he is one hundred percent down for bothering whoever caught his eye, and that happened to be someone who looked similar to one he’d met before, though there was a key difference he could pick apart.

But… isn’t this Osomatsu? Reigen distantly remembers the young man in red hoodie from not too long prior, and he’s… he’s almost sure that the person standing before him is the same…

… right?

Reigen is sitting at a booth in one of the fast food joints scattered across the city he’s taken quite the liking to— large fries, a double burger, a medium diet coke in a wave-hand attempt to make up for the rest; he likes it here, a little, perhaps it was no MobDonald’s but it works alright on its own. Besides— it’s not every day he gets to splurge himself like this. Reigen is a grateful man.

But he’s unsure of the man who stands before him— is it the ‘-matsu’ kid? From before? He’d just called out to one of the workers through a mouthful of buns and onion and meat, asking for a refill since it’s apparently what they do, here. And when they’d come over, taken his drink, this kid comes over, and asks for an ‘Osomatsu-niisan’.

But— he doesn’t look like him, not completely. Perhaps there was a thing, with him wearing blue, but his expression seems more intense, his eyebrows a little more prominent, and Reigen tilts his head at him, almost curiously. Twins, perhaps?

“Well…” He chews around his burger, then downs it with a loud gulp of his soda— which they had just come to him with, conveniently, at that moment— and sets it down with an almost finalizing tap. “Sorry, but this ‘Osomatsu’ guy isn’t here. Haven’t exactly seen him, either. Were you looking for him? A twin brother of yours?”

Somehow, she presses on. The shuddering roar of the titanic beast echoes in the distance, but that’s not the enemy she’s come out to fight. No-- she spots her target as she peeks out from behind a wall. Lumbering along the road is a lone mechanical drone, strayed from its pack. Gloria inhales a breath. Stepping out from the wall, hands shake as she lifts her shotgun and aims it toward the enemy.

Finger trembles on the trigger. Her digit twitches, but just before she’s about to fire, someone else steps out of hiding at the other end of the street, quite nearly colliding with the drone. Don’t shoot, don’t shoot! She screams at herself, but it’s too late. A loud, deafening bang echoes through the street, and the recoil of the gun pulses through her shoulder, sending her crashing to the ground. The bullet doesn’t even hit her target-- no, instead it hits the wall, an inch above the newcomer’s head.

On the upside, though, at least the beast isn’t paying attention to him anymore. It’s much, much more interested in the source of that ear-splitting, thunderous noise.

LET ME HAVE THIS ONE GOOD THING IN MY LIFE WITHOUT YOU BEING A SALTY PIECE OF SHIT OVER IT.

the meme

43. Our muses are destined to find each other whilst looking for the same red book in the library.

“Aha!” Athena’s voice is carefully modulated, but it’s about as close to yelling as one gets in a library. Her fingers reach out and touch the spine of the book, moving to close around it, and close around another man’s hand instead. She goes bright red and yanks it back, touching the skin of her fingers as if she’d been burned.

I CARE ABOUT MY MUSES ALOT mostly bc i can find pieces of me in them

n a couple w peter is he talks SO much and EATS alot n is such a 90s boy like i literally just “??? same” but hes such a caring sweet snarky lil kid and its nice to rp someone not like billions of years old for once its like yknow?? comfortable