#mysterthree

"'True change starts with the person in the mirror.'" he says, regardless of if mitsuba noticed him or not. his voice doesn't hold the same warmth it does with others he knows; no, it's specially reserved for him. he makes no effort to hide it. "'He's standing far behind you, barely visible.'"

he's what could most likely be considered uncomfortably close now, leaning forward with his hands held behind his back, but this doesn't seem to bother hanako at all. there's a lot of ways he wants to deal with mitsuba. but.. they... aren't really high priority. not anymore. he takes a step back and away, as if he were reconsidering whatever it was he was going to do.

He hadn’t thought about a destination to stop in, a mind loaded with thoughts, ( negative and suffocating thoughts ) , didn’t have the time to think of details like that. His legs moved aimlessly, trying to get familiarized with new lands, what he would now be calling home. The boy ended up in a roof where he could see a larger view of the city, perhaps his mind still had some space to make logical decisions since that spot would be the best one to see better his new surroundings. 

The last floor of that building collapsed with the cold wind of autumn, his hands looked for refuge in his pockets as he buried his face within the warmth of his scarf. Not too much later, he found he wasn’t alone. What his eyes found was another boy from behind, holding a camera and taking a picture, Ritsu’s first thought was his target for that shot was the landscape of the city. So he decided to talk to him with no prior introduction, almost sneaking behind him and perhaps interrupting him.  ❝ Do you like it?❞ He used his fingers so stretch the warm fabric wrapping his face and allow a clearer voice.❝ Here?❞

Though the blade propped up on her side sounds annoyed, Red’s face tells a different story; smiling as she tilts her head to the side. They had been having a conversation together-- one she thought was private, but apparently someone else had been within earshot of the Transistor’s voice.

A woman signing to a wooden sword was definitely a weird sight, after all. She couldn’t blame the boy for staring.

Answering as someone who totally didn’t ask you to send this in so I could clarify it publicly... Yes!

However please do not write bosses if they are an evil/distorted version of a character in the group that you don’t already write!

SYBIL……………

paaperboats replied to your post: (urge to write villains intensifies–)

my eyes widen

(i keep writing antagonists and villains it keeps happening--)

She wasn’t cold, but she could tell that it was chilly outside. It didn’t bother her; growing up in the high elevation mountainous region of Kjerag, covered in snow for a good portion of the year, tended to give one a good tolerance for the cold.

She saw many others bundled up, though (and it’s true she was one of them, but she didn’t have much choice in clothing here yet...) so this place must not be used to as harsh a winter. But with so many bundled up, why did this one only wear a long sleeved shirt and a scarf? Is that enough?

“Excuse me...” They looked young... despite being taller than herself. She couldn’t rightly let them freeze.

“But... are you cold, perhaps...? Would you like to borrow this...?”

  there’s no one else in this world nor the next that would have that sort of appearance. tsukasa rocks on his heels briefly as he watches from down the sidewalk, humming softly as he thinks up a way to make this reunion as amusing as possible.

  now or never, though! don’t want to lose track of mitsuba, after all.

  tsukasa breaks into a fast walk, eventually doing a small crouch and jumping. he floats the rest of the way to mitsuba, slamming his hand’s down on the other’s shoulders and pulling him back. tsukasa levels his eyes with mitsuba’s own, a small smile on his face.