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@lureri : " somebody is salty they don't have a valentine ~"
'' Now, now ── can't be salty when you're hiding on purpose, ~ '' he chimes, wiping off oddments of dried blood from his chin and risorius. Then, with a flinch of his middle finger and a notch of accumulated cursed energy fires the soiled handkerchief right at Satoru's face; hoping it'll hit the target.
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fingers tap against the marble tabletop as attention remains upon the Sun King in silence. so much on his mind , curiosity always present in his being like always. a hum escapes him before he corrects his posture to a more proper and upright one. it never hurts to ask – never hurts to know even if it’s something that may or may not disturb him or worst case the other doesn’t know how to answer it. life is a gamble and truly this was a moment of that. for once he doesn't shorten their name , and for once he remains respectful enough when it comes to him that is. ❛ Ozymandias , you think that there’s some heroic spirits out there that purposely make themselves unable to be summoned because they’re attached to a former magus ? ❜
GOJO WAS STARING. HE could feel their eyes on him even covered, and though he had not said anything about it as of yet, he was curious. Still, he wouldn’t be the one to break the relative quiet, thus he waited and waited, sitting patiently until the other’s lips finally parted and they spoke. It was what passed those lips that had his brows raising just slightly, head giving just a slight tilt to show his intrigue. What a question to ask… What had brought this up? Mere curiosity, he supposed, for there could be no other save for that. ❝Perhaps,❞ he finally spoke, his hand lifting to wave slightly. ❝They would have to be an immensely stubborn Spirit for that to happen, however. When we feel that pull upon being summoned, it is often hard to ignore. Words…cannot describe what it is like, but it is akin to opening one’s eyes after a long dream.❞ If he was asked to go into further detail, Ozymandias wouldn’t be able to. Some things couldn’t be easily explained away, and what took place upon their summoning definitely fell within the realms of that. He doubted any Heroic Spirit would be able to tell Gojo anything but the same vague answer that he had granted.
❝Is there a particular Spirit you desire to summon? Hmm…that would warrant you having to participate in fieldwork, though. Are you sure you want to take the center stage off of the young Master?❞ Those words were meant to be a faint tease, yet there was truth in them. Gojo was the kind of person who seemed content to watch others, and no doubt he had most definitely been watching that Master as they went about trying their best with the hand dealt to them. The other’s power, his abilities, were like Wodime in the fact that he was extremely gifted. So much so that even he, the King of Kings, looked upon him differently from the other staff members within this building. They were nowhere near his greatness, of course, yet they were still a dragon among men.
― ❝ will ya fuckin ‘ be careful ? dumbass . ❞ chuuya didn’t mean to sound so brash , but annoyance took hold of him as soon as contact was made . ( his gravity ability came in handy though , as he’d left his wine bottle literally hanging in the air where he could grab it again by the neck and put it back in his arms . ) ❝ ya break my fuckin ‘ shit , ya buy it , jackass . now get yer head out of the stratosphere and watch it . ❞ ( he bit , a hand on his hip as it juts out in a very specific stance to express his displeasure . why did this guy look like trouble ? chuuya swears he can smell it on them . a familiar type of troublesome . ) / @lureri
❝ . . . those fuckers . c’mon , kiddo , you’ll be alright . . . i got ya . ❞ the redhead was sitting down on the floor with their rescue , brushing white strands from the child’s face as he checked them over for wounds and punctures , any remaining breaks in the skin that were more than superficial at worst . once chuuya had checked ( & rechecked like a worried mother ) , he stood up to take their victim by the hand and pull the child over his shoulders, forcing himself to lean slightly forward and find a balance between rocking completely forward or falling backwards . ( he tossed their doll , a god awful ugly little patchwork doll , to their partner , so he could focus on carrying their target upstairs back to the entrance . ) that way , chuuya didn’t have to worry about suddenly getting possessed by their ability -- yumeno’s was a real piece of work . ( admittedly , chuuya paused to check his phone . he’d sent the location outside of yokohama’s main district , in the sea of trees where the country began to reveal itself . it read the current status of the message : SEEN AT 1:42 AM . what the fuck were they doing awake at that kind of time ? ... could be anything . for chuuya , he was smack dab in the middle of his shift with the port mafia & today was that special occasion where it took him outside the typical borders . for his new neutral friend ? who knew . probably doing something stupid . or being annoying . shopping maybe ? what a pain in the ass . ) clearing vines with one hand and a knife , chuuya began the long climb up the stairs with dazai ahead of him , yapping endlessly about something or other ... probably insults to his fucking outfit again , as chuuya simply focused on listening to their surroundings . if he didn’t refocus , he was a liable to kill dazai as he was to make this rescue a success . the kid’s breathing , the nature outside , the wind , the trees ... nightlife . calm as ever for now . there wasn’t a single alarming sound , nothing other than the steps the two were taking up the staircase & back into observable view . if that unit outside was still active , they’d report that soukoku had finished the job with immaculate results . yeah , okay , maybe a treaty between the port mafia & armed detective agency was the only thing saving dazai from his wrath right now . this was it though , as soon as this mission was over , he was going to find the opportunity to punt dazai off a fucking cliff somewhere and give him his stupid suicide . granted : it’s a murder - suicide ... but suicide all the same . one more word about his choice in outfit and that’s it , he’s kicking dazai at the fucking moon . you know ? he’d rather deal with mr neutral . at least that guy had fucking taste and knew when to shut the fuck up instead of merrily digging his grave without a single warning bell in earshot -- which is exactly what chuuya knew he was doing . / @lureri
❝ ─ are you . . . okay , gojo - sensei ? ❞ okkotsu expels a breath he hadn’t recognized he’d been holding up until then . ( why was interacting with the higher ups so draining ? even his fellow seemed out of sorts , but with a swallow , yuta wasn’t even sure how to say what was needing to be said . was it as simple as saying he was sorry ? or sorry about what happened ? sorry he let it get as far as it did ? pursing his lips into a thin line , he fails to say anything more than he had already , dropping his head . how did he even begin to apologize to satoru for what he’d done ? his best friend , once upon a time partners , the fact he may have killed that person . . . it left him feeling a bit sick . the pleasure that the higher ups expressed at the death of suguru geto , their comments , yuta wanted to say something . . . but between them and gojo , what could he possibly come up with that hadn’t been said ? how awful , how terrible . and it was all because of him and rika , wasn’t it ? ) . . . because of him , always because of him .
not that yuta would blame his instructor if he did bite back , he’d deserve at least that much of a punishment for the life he’d taken with no right to do so in the first place . still , it didn’t mean he was ready for the certainly coming retribution . he’d do the same . / @lureri
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❝ with how many times I’ve heard you end a word with ass , I get the feeling you either wanna see mine or you’re usually like this. ❞
❝ hah? i love ta disappoint ya, & ya ain’t my type . ❞
lureri asked: gaze uncovered when it comes to her , the gift one could offer is small ( if not cheesy to most really ) yet the thoughts if not the silent promise were loud enough. he’s not one for overly sentimental things that could be a means of ‘ being tied to another ‘ however when it came to her there were many exceptions to his usual means of ‘ personal rules. ‘ as he moves close to her hands long since grabbing a strand of her hair between long fingers. careful even as he leans close to her face a smirk paints upon his lips before he lightly nips her cheek while slipping a ring on er index finger. in silence and verbally he's long since declared that he wouldn’t leave her , would stay with her no matter what may happen. death or not his promise would remain intact no matter what he would ensure it. ❛ suppose this is where I say happy valentine’s and ask for you to be mine on this day. ❜ for miss makima
❝ . . . ? oh -- ❞ typical as it might seem , to her , it’s like being on the receiving end of the world . truthfully , the redhead barely has the nerve to try and fight for what she knew she’d forgone already , since they’d met . ( the image she had of herself had long been singular , above the masses , lonely at the top of the world , in a prison where the quiet swore her safety as much as it ensured her life as a lonely devil . in every way but physical , makima was still chained by the neck to the men who made her what she is , and she’d retracted & hidden her fangs . her fight had long died down into dangerous malpractice , and became resigned resentment towards mankind as a whole . ) yet it was here , where she gathered breath that was more than stagnant , renewed with a promise of someone unaffiliated with her keepers , where even just a taste of freedom could kill her . ( it wasn’t normal , to feel her stomach twist at the uncovered gaze which was exclusive to her eyes only at times like these . it wasn’t normal . it . . . she didn’t get feelings like that anymore . it had been beyond a millennia since . . . ) the nip of her skin was enough to illicit an amused noise , knowing that she’d do the very same thing to him once she got the chance . with that smile on her face , she’d surrendered & looked down at her hand rather than catch their knowing eyes again . sly , perhaps , and mayhaps coy , she braves another glance up . ❝ yours ? you don’t know what you’re asking , pup . . . ❞ makima’s smile remains through her words , as does the glint in her eyes : the control devil inside , looking to dominate as it was her nature . ❝ let’s do this instead . i’ll be yours , certainly , if you’ll agree to be mine . ❞
@lureri
It was good to get out, from time to time. Swarms of people flowed around her like the currents of a river. There was an overall din of chatter and bright, poppy music, as well as employees calling politely to the crowds to come sample their wares. She walked aimlessly through it all with the students. (Well, with Megumi and Yuuji. Nobara had boisterously abandoned them in favor of going shopping on her own, with the promise to meet at the arcade by the station at 5pm.) Jangmi took the boys with her to the bookshop, letting them curiously browse while she picked up a few items, and to the flower store, where she asked for their opinions on the plants to help her figure out which she should get for her desk. For their entertainment, she took them to some men's clothing stores to check if there was anything they wanted, and to the arcade to let them play while they waited for Nobara. She stood at the large, open entrance to the arcade to feel the air conditioning on her back and people-watched for a while, before a small stand caught her attention. Jangmi hurried over to make one more purchase, adding a little pastel pink bag to the collection currently wrinkling the long bishop sleeves of her cream-colored blouse.
The trip back had them arriving at dusk, when the horizon became gilded and the sky above darkened slightly. She let the students run off in front of her to do whatever it is they pleased. Jangmi made her way to the teacher's office at a brisk pace, desperately wanting to put down her heavy bags of books, as well as the plants she'd gotten. When she finally entered, she stopped in her tracks, blinking at the presence of another before smiling slightly at her luck.
"Gojo-san, hello," she greeted cheerfully. Jangmi hurried over to her desk to set down her items, beginning to take them out of the bags. "The kids had a lot of fun today. You were right to suggest they go out; they needed the break, I think." She had several novels--from the covers and the titles, they seemed to be fantasy romance novels--and a few new journals with pretty floral prints on the outside. There were some cute sticker packs of Sanrio characters and Gudetama, as well as a few shiny new pens, also decorated with floral print. Once everything was stacked neatly, she arranged the new plants she'd bought until she had it what she considered 'just right.'
Then, she sauntered over to his side, the pink bag swinging from her hand. "I got you something, too~" she sing-songed, holding it out for him to take. "I hope you like it. I couldn't remember which were your favorites so I just got a little of everything," she admitted with a sheepish grin. "So, what did you end up doing today?"
