#mikancore

     A devil may care  penchant for trouble was his curse,  something tethered to his soul from birth.   That was no exception here on Jabberwock Island --- With a grimace and palms on hot sand he hoists himself up,  feeling a little ashamed of his own clumsiness.     ❛ Ow .  .  . ❜     There’s a sharp,  shooting pain in his side and a muscular twinge that causes him to wince.   Maybe admiring the Tropical allure of the rock pools is an endeavor better left to caution --- and diligence.    Well,  there’s always the silver lining of what was yet to come  ( still plenty of hours left in the day right? )  and despite the searing pain he manages a smile.   Plastic-y but seemingly genuine like a wax figure.

      But masochism swiftly escapes him as he summons the attention of the Ultimate Nurse,  nearby but oblivious --- ❛ Hey! Mikan! ❜     Even when he raised his voice Nagito conveyed a tranquility that was never cause for alarm,  like the gentle cadence of a mother handling her young.   It was friendly and difficult to ever imagine as anything other than such.   Even as he stood there,  doubled-over,  he’s more concerned about hindering her with unnecessary burdens  ( those burdens being himself ) --- But,  he supposes it’s only natural for a wearing leech to do exactly that.   Forgive me,  Mikan.

     ❛ No doubt you’re enjoying your time with the others,  and I don’t want to trouble you,  however .  .  . I’m in need of your medical prowess. ❜     He winced again,  removing his hand from his side;  Which beneath his clothing had already started to show the beginnings of dappled blue and purple.   Nagito’s words were strained,  his breaths short.   Still,  he smiled through the pain.   Something tells him this is a little more than a bruise.     ❛ You see,  I thought I was doing everyone a favor by staying out of your way over here by the rock pools but uh,  I miscalculated a step and ended up falling over onto one of the larger rocks.   Pretty stupid,  huh? ❜

A sleek long dark coat hung down to the soles of his shoes as he crossed the busy streets of Japan. Heavy clouds hung like a threat above the tall city buildings, a steady trickle of rain coating the streets and its occupants. It was a typical day, and an even better hunt. 

A frequent, if not nonstop, stream of reports flowed into the office about an increase in the number of deceased in the area. He managed to use what he could to find the private clinic that seemed to be the center of it all. It wasn’t uncommon for smaller infirmaries to lack the resources to do as much as large hospitals, but the influx in bodies at the morgue drew attention quick.

His eyes cast down at his shoes as he walked steadfast, heavy lids pressing down on his vision without obscuring it. The crowds of people broke off into small gatherings, and before he knew it Takumi walked empty streets, one or two other people straying the streets and keeping to themselves. Various signs jutted out from the fronts of buildings as he turned his head up to look out for the one he was in search of. 

Fluorescent lights twinkled in the haze of rain and his heart settled on a calm and focused pace. 

The doors eased open at the pressure he put on it. Extending a hand upwards, he took hold of the bell and placed a single finger within it, and the rest on the outside to mute the noise. Humidity weighed on him as he entered and approached the counter; eyes raising to the woman stood behind it. 

His heartbeat faltered to a near stop as it pounded heavily within his chest and Killer Killer’s composed demeanor came undone and Takumi stopped only inches in front of the angel of death.

          to   say   that   she   was   curious   about   healthcare,   was   an   understatement.   having   survived   years   taking   care   of   her   own   wounds   that   genocider   had   inflicted.   it   left   aches   to   her   form   that   she   couldn’t   deny.  

          so   --   perhaps   she   would   like   to   learn   a   bit   more   about   how   to   prevent   those   aches.   maybe   if   she   learned   the   correct   way   of   doing   things,   she   wouldn’t   feel   so   badly   afterward.  

          fukawa   would   use   the   excuse   that   it   was   research   for   her   new   book.   yeah, that   would   be   good.  

☆  send one and not bully me. or do. i cant stop u

game feedback: the positivity meme.

🥇 - I think you’ve done a brilliant job with your muse.

🎯 - Your portrayal is on point!

📽 - I can see your muse in your portrayal, your writing is so perfect.

🔮 - I can see us rping in the future and I can’t wait to get started.

STICKY SITUATIONS . / your muse finds mine wearing blood - soaked clothes .

             ABSOLUTELY DRENCHED in the vibrant , passionate color of red from head - to - toe , though a good bit of it wasn’t the earl’s own . painfully reminded once again that although he did have an otherworldly servant even HE possessed limitations . had been grabbed right from his window , after being careless enough to fall asleep with it open . had taken quite a BEATING before sebastian had arrived ; in time only to catch a bullet that would have ended the life of the queen’s precious guard dog .

               not all of the assailants were gone yet ; sebastian having been ordered to go after them , which only left ciel laying in a blurry mess of bodies && blood . his eyepatch had been torn off by one of the members at one point && tossed aside ; likely under a corpse at this point . vision so blurry he could barely make out anything .

                or , so he thought he had been left alone . it appeared that in the aftermath of all of the commotion , someone else emerged . the earl had no idea if they were related to the dead or fleeing members , or if they just happened to be passing by ; almost too weak to string together any sort of coherency , far too weak to stand . remains silent ; perhaps in all the commotion he would be mistaken for just another body .

Oh god, what had he done. He oftentimes low key regretted things he did out of reflex or due to his lack of impulse control, but this was a nightmare. As he held the clumsy nurse in his arms, she started wailing after only a split second had passed. Is she trying to tear my eardrums? Ugh.

“ Shut up! I hate it if people keep begging like that, it’s annoying! ”, he snapped at her and forced some distance between them. “ Besides, if you’re really grateful, stop apologising like a whiny bitch and thank me instead. Geez. ”

Ouma dusted off his pants to signal that the physical contact was clearly unwelcome. Yet, he looked far more disgruntled than mad. By now he knew Tsumiki wasn’t stupid, she was just a huge doormat and people like that were so annoying. Of course she was good material to tease, but if she ended up crying rivers that made more of a mess than anything.