#ningyoshi

There were too many dark and stormy nights, but too little to sleep through. It’s all this country ever knows other than merciless snow, but he thought that he should not think about it in the event that it comes true. Oxfords tapped onto the ground to show a feeble indication to the beings that might be to at least leave the weather well alone for many reasons other than his own discomfort. A quaint tea shop is a remedy to all, unless it’s towards a lady that he was presently accompanying who seemed extraordinarily out of sorts, not wanting to leave their table. 

“Lady Aozaki.....” Kurogiri sighed, “I implore you, we are running late....”

Upon the words the Vengess furthered her gaze into the skyline. Much of the sight muddied with blight lighting of the city below, yet few stars seemed to shine through. One question roaming within her mind. 

Why. 

No particular reason beyond taking in the sight in silence with white noise of busy nightlife. Yet. for now it was enough to capture her attention, if only for moments. 

please expand about kariya's brief stint in creative writing!

kariya’s pretty good at various creative pursuits -- well, call it an extended form of escapism. he can’t draw, but he’s got a good eye for color and composition, thanks to his hobby of photography. that’s what led to him also doing creative writing, he worked as baaaascially a freelance photographer/journalist for whatever magazines would take him on. it helped market himself when he could say that he’d provide the writing for his photos or vice versa.

when kariya left the matou home, he tried really hard to completely break himself off, which meant he’d have to take care of money and stuff on his own and not rely on the matou wealth, and the easiest skill he could monetize was creativity. he did a lot of writing for magazines/newspapers targeting japanese expats in europe, his main haunting ground, as well as travel agencies. there was the occasional one-time pay for creative fiction writing he’d go for every so often, but that was a lot less frequent.

he prefers writing about places, and enjoyed documenting stuff like cultural events or vacation destinations. it was fun for him to put himself in the shoes of what he imagined as a normal person with normal friends and family, going out somewhere for fun. he was very good at getting the feeling of a place across through writing. of course, he’s best at writing in japanese, but he’s pretty good at writing in english without coming off as a foreign speaker.

he was never really good at making proper connections with people around him, which is why he could never truly stop coming back to Fuyuki to check on Aoi and her kids, but he was good at giving the impression that he could. at living vicariously through his writing where he pretended he was a participant in normal life instead of an outside observer.

@ningyoshi

Kariya looked up to the woman, eyes tired as they landed on what looked like a pill in her hand. He shook his head, the motion slow, exhausted- God, he needed sleep, he needed it like air.

“I can’t,” he said instead, and prayed she took him at his word.  “I need to stay awake.” 

She likely wouldn’t understand even if he elaborated- about the war, about how every frayed nerve in his body forever glowed with paranoia. God only knew what would happen if he rested. The others could pounce. Could overtake him. It could be over, just like that. 

t-tohno-kun....a-are you ok.....

Clearly, he is not.

“Ah, Touko-san. Didn’t think I would see anyone else up so early. I was just.....”

The request was met with a glare from the ultimate telekinetic. Did she really think that begging like that was going to get her the results she wanted? Fujino had spent years with Touko before this situation. She knew she was just being cutsey because she wanted an extra share.