#karasx

       Wandering barefoot into the hall, he rested his forehead to Itachi’s door and knocked. It had only been a few minutes since their phone conversation, so he didn’t expect the other to already be asleep. He couldn’t speak for everyone else on their floor, but he tried to knock as quietly as possible to be considerate. “Itachi... Open the damn door,” he called out softly, sleep still heavy in his voice, “I’m not going to leave until you do.”  

     ❝SORRY FOR NOT TELLIN' you 'bout my leavin'. I know I warned you n' all, but still...❞ Like a stray cat that left and returned weeks later, Itachi had simply welcomed Angelo back without so much a fuss (though in his case, he had been gone so much longer). As atrocious at most human interaction Angelo was, he truly felt guilt over his abrupt departure. Such had been out of his hands, although even still, he should have perhaps had left something for Itachi to find. ❝...Thanks for welcomin' me back all the same.❞ He glanced away, feeling awkward in situations like this one. Despite the serenity of his expression, it was clear that he was embarrassed simply by how the tips of his ears began to turn a faint pinkish hue. ❝ 'M gonna need you to be my bodyguard again since I don't want anyone else but you.❞ In other words, he only trusted Itachi.

“Sorry, Itachi-- I didn’t hear you come in,” he mutters, trying to regain some semblance of his usual warmth and brightness but ultimately; he failed in doing so. If there was one thing about Dakota that couldn’t be changed no matter how much someone tried, it was the absolution in his way of being where it concerned his sister. “We had a robbery a few days ago and Charlie got hurt. She told me not to look at the feed and that she handled it but I couldn’t help myself. I held out for two days y’know? S’not an easy thing to do--” he’s babbling a bit, maybe to try to distract from how absolutely pissed off he was. “Considering murder at the moment.” 

Wake Up | EDEN

     ❝ Do you have one? ❞ She had asked a little quietly almost with embarrassment, it’s not a topic she’d broached with Ino on purpose yet here she was asking her teammates older brother. Sure, there were standard work inks like the ANBU tattoo’s but piercings were rarer-- ❝ Or have you thought about um, getting any..? I can’t say I’d be brave enough past normal ear piercings. I guess I never felt I was the artistic type for expressing myself, Ino- Well, she does it really well through her flower arrangements. ❞   

[Excuse u Ambie are u here to fight??? Amg that's so sad though. Him walking about with a cane and complaining about his back. Ramses not able to get around as quickly as he used to and needing to sit down and rest--- He would probably tell Itachi that he can go whenever he wants, mainly because I don't think he would want Itachi to see him aging and whatnot and thinks that he'd be happier out and about in the world. But Itachi being stubborn as hell would still stay there and he would just relent after a while since that Shifter is not leaving. THAT LAST PART MAKES ME SAD GET OUT OF HERE.]

          “ I can’t say that I’m too familiar with the demons of this region, or these ‘jinchuuriki’ you speak of - but I can assure you, I am nothing like them. ”

            There’s a moment of pause when he feels those fingers gently tangle through his hair, confusion settling in the Shinigami’s features for a moment. It wasn’t often people got this close to him, if at all. He maintained distance and he didn’t like the closure of the gap. Ren enjoyed his bubble, it kept him from experiencing that pain and trauma again-- but this one so effortlessly seemed to ignore social cues and just go with whatever he felt he wanted. How compelling. “Hmn?” He almost hadn’t heard him over his own thoughts but Ren merely chuckles and flashes a warm smile. “I don’t do anything special to it. I just wash it, brush it and tie it up. As for tangles, yes, always. It deems to try to kill me when I get home from work after a long mission.”