#outofyourvector

Big ol' illustration commission for @slimeapplez ! Their wolfboy, Deb, along with Palmer from 'Escaping Denver' 🐺

“Hey, Sho, can I ask you something?” An anxiety inducing question for nearly everyone on the planet, although the realization of it’s weight didn’t hit until the words had already been out. 777 dropped his phone on his chest, raising his hands up defensively.

“It ain’t anythin’ bad, I swear.”

The singer gave a sheepish smile as he looked up, violet eyes meeting golden hues. The two had merely been lounging on the bands couch in content silence, 777 with his head in the lap of the other, freshly washed and blow dried hair scattered about, Sho’s fingers running through it.

The rhythm of the City, how he missed it being away. Maybe he should visit the old haunts see some familiar faces.

Or not...after all familiar meant a certain number crunching lunatic he'd have to deal with waxing poetic about pi and hecto-pascals.

Though despite his thoughts it really doesn't matter because his feet are already moving in a direction wanting to head that way or not boots make a steady beat on the blacktop adding to the sounds of the city, one more string of music among the many that creatures the grand piece that is Shibuya.

He finds himself moving under the overpass down to the familiar street. He'd never been one for coffee but hey he didn't have to actually tell anyone that. Least of all that it was just an excuse to go and hang out with some of the people he'd made precious connections with.

                    “ Oi ... ”   Edward mumbled from his place on the ground  --  Annoyance clear in what had just befallen him. A stranger   (  an odd looking one, at that )   seemed to materialize out of now where in the exact spot Edward had been stepping, causing the blond to stumble &, with great flare, fall unceremoniously to his behind.   “ What’s the big idea ?! ”   The Alchemist half mumbled, half yelled, a hand rubbing the sore area. 

                        Bumping into people wasn’t rare in this bustling town, but to outright fall ?   To not have an ounce of self-awareness enough to position yourself out of people’s way ?   Well  --  Edward was certain it was the stranger’s fault   ( after all, who could possibly miss the flowing red cape that enveloped him ). 

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A rarity to catch him sleeping, since what was sleep to Sho?

Maybe he was tired or cat like tendencies just made him want to be lazy for a brief moment and enjoy the silence here while he closed his eyes. He wasn’t too dead asleep to react to the sudden voice in his ear. One he was all too familiar but hadn’t heard in awhile and actually startled him… Didn’t exclude the other if he decided he would punch him in the face or not.  One eye opened half-lidded towards the other, maybe to make sure it was actually him and his mind wasn’t just fucking with him once more. But, it was Kariya and that stupid face of his.Snorts.

‘Tch, who’d miss yer sorry ass.’ …

‘…the hell you been?’

          Kariya disappears; if someone’s been a Reaper longer than a year, they’d have noticed the infamous red head hanging around DGP one day & then seeming to phase right out of existence then next. It was a habit, not one Kariya was too proud of, but when you’ve been dead as long as he has, escapism can be a welcome reprieve.

Ooh? What’s this?

‘Yer’ lucky I was even sittin’ down or else you wouldn’t even be able to reach me with your short ass.’

He wouldn’t have mind seein’ him struggle a bit if only for pure amusement. Certainly random with the small show of affection he tended to give him. Since any other time he was usually moody, well probably because of him but anyway.

Head turned slightly as a gaze was offered to him.

‘…think you can get away with that again?’

            a soft scoff left the redhead at the comment, eyes rolling in response to the quip on his height. yeah, he was short { compared to Sho anyway } but that had never bothered Neku before wasn’t going to start bothering him now.             really, the kiss had been Neku’s attempt at annoying Sho, since the guy always seemed to like to avoid affection like the plague { not that Neku was one to talk. he wasn’t an openly affectionate guy himself }. turned out, his plan only seemed to backfire on him. Sho didn’t even seem fazed, which was somewhat surprising.

The fates conspired in a moment of frustration, she’d spent twenty minutes at the library trying to figure out her what the heck was going on with today’s algebra homework—to no avail. Letting out a disgruntled sigh as she made her way, the young woman crumpled up the sheet of lined paper in her hands. In the urban backdrop was a sizable dumpster; she tossed the wad over her shoulders. Little did she realize there was a lurker by the mess, and… the paper came in contact with the brim of his hat instead.