#militeence

Jake starred in abject horror as his "cousin" ran around the inside of a fucking Target like he was a living pinball. Like, it took him a moment to process what he was seeing type of horror. Like he just stood there with his mouth open like an idiot for at least ten seconds as he watched as Ax bulldoze through the Calvin Kleins. The Northface. And of course, the Kappa section. One could not forget about sportswear.

❝ 𝗜 𝗮𝗺 𝘀𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝗺. 𝗛𝗲 . . . 𝘂𝗺 . . . ❞ there weren't adequate words for it, but that was alright. In Jake's experience well-meaning people tended to fill in the gaps with whatever their internal equivalent of ' he's a little slow ' was. Poor darling, they'd think. Poor sweet darling boy.

That probably wasn't ' morally sound ' or whatever, but right now the assumption that Ax was just not all there was a lot better than the assumption that he was a heavily caffeinated alien refugee who's tolerance for sugar was about as good as a two-year old.

God, they were just supposed to get him a coat. It got cold in the barn in the winter, &&. horses didn't have arms &&. torsos like Andalites did. Why had Marco deliberately sabotaged him? What kind of friendly-fire nonsense was this? He was going to kill him. But like, later. At some undefined point after he caught Ax.

❝ 𝗣𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗽, ❞ he hissed, because people were watching. Mothers with their sons &&. daughters. All well behaved, like it was easy. Goddammit. He tried to grab Ax again when he ran past. ❝ You know what? There's a food court here. But you can't eat anything unless you put down the Red Bull &&. stay still. ❞

grin  fades  before  it  finishes  forming,  caught  mid-step.  his  eyes  flick  away  from  aximili,  then  back  again,  a  little  slower  this  time.  “ right.  no.  that’s—  yes.  that’s  on  me. ”   the  time  lord  pushes  himself  off  the  desk,  hands  briefly  busying  themselves  with  nothing  at  all. 

“ there  was  a  small  emergency, ”  he  says,  &  the  words  come  out  lighter  than  they  should,  like  he’s  trying  to  make  them  take  up  less  space  in  the  room.  “ very  small.  tiny,  really.  &  i  thought— well,  i  thought  i'll  just  deal  with  that  quickly.  because  it  was  quick.  it  was  meant  to  be  quick. ”

he  exhales,  softer  now,  gaze  dropping  briefly  toward  the  floor  near  aximili’s  feet  rather  than  meeting  his  eyes  directly.  “ &  i  didn’t  come  straight  back. ”  the  doctor  finally  looks  up  properly,  &  there’s  something  stripped  back  in  it  now—  not  theatrical  guilt,  not  drama,  just  the  quiet  annoyance  of  someone  who  knows  exactly  where  they  slipped. 

▪ ♪ ♩ ♫ ♬ @militeence sent: stay quiet until i figure this out.

“All that supposedly superior intellect you boast and something as small as multitasking trips you up? How almost human of you.” Taunting the other when they were trying to work in this odd situation in which they'd stumbled into wasn't the best use of his time, but, you learned to make time for what you love. Mati loved letting people know that giving him an order was misguided in the sassiest fashion available. Responding verbally in a witty manner was all he had at his disposal.

Especially since he had the feeling his friend here wasn't well equipped to be witty in kind. “Just do your thing, alright, with minimal whining about me not being as silent as you want.”

<Uh--- Moo?>

inbox love from ax, ft. @militeence

he's no stranger to shifting shape — illusions and glamour are two well used tools in his arsenal — the telepathy, though... that was uncomfortable to say the least, too reminiscent of gwi-ma's voice in his head. and the...content of it was, uh, puzzling. to put it lightly. he took a subtle breath through his nose, brows drawing together; that wasn't any kind of demon he'd smelled before.

@militeence

' ngh ... ! ' ( what the hell ?! )

it's all so loud ; so sudden , it hurts : the niwa's hands lift to clamp tightly against the drums of his ears , but it was pointless to try to muffle and shut out any noise when so many voices were sprouting up and fighting for dominance inside his very head .

daisuke's own is the first to vanish beneath the unearthly shriek , but dark's stubbornly holds its ground low and terse beneath the ringing noise : ( knock that shit off ! tell that thing to quit it right now , daisuke !! )

no need to tell him twice , really . it doesn't take him long to spot the apparent mouthless source of the scream . daisuke keeps his ears uselessly covered as he approaches , shouting above the various forces now mercilessly besieging his every thought .