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@kysmet | 𝚄𝚗𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍 ›› ›› ( 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 )

Behind his desk, Kurama poured a much-needed measure of whiskey into a crystal tumbler, attempting to find solace in the amber liquid after a taxing day filled with paperwork and lectures from local law enforcement. As if that wasn't enough, he returned to his office to find an unhinged superhuman—that's how Kurama perceived him anyway. Without bothering to address or inquire about Seven's unexpected presence, he merely raised an eyebrow at the audacious words tumbling from his lips.

❝ How rude of me. ❞ Kura took a long sip from his glass before rising from his seat. He sauntered over to the mini-fridge near his desk, opening it to retrieve an ancient juice box without a straw from the very back. Strolling back to Seven, he slammed the box down onto the coffee table in front of him.

❝ I'm not in the mood for your particular brand of bullshit. Tell me what you want or get the fuck out of my office. ❞

❛ @kysmet said . . . [ ART ] for our muses to make art together // eloise ! ❜

𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐕𝐀𝐒 𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐏𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍. she'd seen these painting classes before . . . hell, she passed the building on the way home from the office most days. but the idea of going alone didn't sit right with her, not when seven needed the outlet too. glancing to her left she smiles, eyeing him as he seems to be finding his footing on the stools they'd been given. she wasn't entirely sure if he'd ever painted before but, for her it'd been years since she'd held a paint brush.

❛ c'mon sit up straight. hunching over will just hurt your back . . . ❜ she scolds gently, offering a smirk in his direction. today the class would be painting a city skyline . . . seems fitting indeed.

█ 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅 ,     i will always love you ⤿ @kysmet.

❝ Could you really ? ❞   ⸻ She could take it as it is, expect his lies & anticipate for a blight chance of honesty . . . although whichever it maybe matters not too much, if ultimately he decides to stick around, stay for a long moment or maybe for a short while. Judith hums, happy tune drawn slow and sweet. ❝ Well just so you know, I've gotten used to you. ❞

❛ @kysmet said . . . ❛ are you sure this is a good idea? ❜ // eloise ! ❜

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. he should already know her answer, but clearly by his silence he truly expects one. eloise adjusts her glasses before giving seven a blank look. but it's new york . . . they should have faith in the street vendors, right ? taking out a five from her purse she hands it to the man behind the cart before handing, almost shoving, the pizza toward him. one slice of pizza from a sketchy street cart wouldn't kill him. besides, he looked like he needed it.

❛ just shut up and enjoy the damn pizza, alright ? ❜

forty random questions | @kysmet questions yuzusa!

brown eyes slide over to seven, one delicate brow raised in question. " ghosts? nah. in my experience, what's dead stays dead. " the words feel heavy upon her tongue. she thinks of them -- of course she does, and flashes of green drift on by, too, unwanted and unwelcome. it's always harder to ignore the memories in october. it's only one day, but her daughter's birthday may as well be the entire month, as much as yuzu thinks about it.

she withholds a sigh. now isn't the time for doom and gloom; haunted and brooding aren't any of the things she's supposed to be.

❛ @kysmet said . . . “ i’m not good at caring about people’s shit on purpose. ” // Eloise ! ❜

𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓. oh, how cool of him. a man way too above everyone to pretend to give a shit. it's new york city and maybe the man didn't realize just how many people here alone felt that exact feeling. in the grand scheme of things it was really nothing to care about . . . but going out of one's way to make it known to others ? it rubs eloise the wrong way. keeping her briefcase close she keeps a steady expression, unwavering even with the irritation seeping into her.

after a long day at the office, twelve hours to be exact, she'd just like to go home to her cat and pour a glass of wine . . . maybe finish that docuseries she'd started the day prior. having this pretentious conversation was low on the priority list. ❛ how fascinating of you. that's such a . . . unique personality trait. ❜ but the sarcasm is clear in her tone despite the almost professional tone. ❛ well, now that that meaningless conversation is over with i must be going . . . ❜ this elevator door couldn't open quick enough.

"Last client had a wart on his ass." "Should I make food tonight? Pasta dish seems to be the craving." "Can't forget to take the bins out either." "Starving as usual… I'll eat after this drag." "Should look into that movie, Ginny was on about. Sex scenes were good or something." "Wonder how much it makes to make a sex movie these days..." "Bakery's got its sale on this weekend too, got to make a visit between jobs."

Thoughts shot back and forth, pinging from topic to topic, but never deep enough for one's mind-reading to tickle into the depths of what they really wanted to know. Theo, could only blink at the shout though - a command that would have made others shit themselves, but Theo only stared in amusement. Releasing a lungful of smoke through smirking lips.