#p0lymat

“look , as long as our worlds are merged you’ll have to work a proper job .  the police are still sore about the whole phantom thieves thing , they’ve got at least three guys watching me at all times , we can’t afford to act suspicous.”  kauzo shuffled the varity of mason jars , each filled with a unique blend of coffee beans sojiro had acquired over his years of operation .  he never expected to ever have to train someone how to work cafe leblanc , but his ex-guardian was kind enough to give him free reign of the store to keep up appearances in face of recent events .

strands of BLACK silk stuck to porcelain white forehead; an exasperated SIGH resounding within the confines of this dark room, bouncing off the WALLS & frustrating the doll-like figure even more. head would be hung low within the space her ANGLED legs would provide, accumulating some sweat to glisten upon her skin because of the sheer HEAT within this small space. LAUGHING, cheering & other wordless NOISE were the only entertainment provided, if it could be even called that; it was more of a PAIN. while others rejoiced in having a BREAK from the nerve-wracking lessons of various teachers; the young female HID. from HORRIBLE names that haunted her like literal demons. from the STARES; their eyes stabbing THROUGH her soul as if it was no less than a piece of PAPER. their WORDS setting the little self-confidence she had ablaze, to ASHES ultimately. brows were FURROWED, leaving creases behind as those beautifully glistening AMBER eyes were pressed to BLACK feathery crescents. & yet, as those empty THOUGHTS were slowly tainting her heart & putting her back into a COLD place; a sudden CREAK & then a ray of light illuminated the small room. ------------------- ❛  huh ? ❜

@p0lymat​ 📺 + " so look who's corrupted now? " - from mao's annoying ass

hands would pluck mao’s arms from the very ground he stood on. the aeon’s other self had some grievances with the follower of the false god, but he himself would even less be pleased with such a hypocrite. “ it’s still you who’s corrupted, court jester, ” he says in the tongue of the angels. “ it’s still you. ” his mouth opens wide and his mouth stitches come undone. even in his pain he smirks and let the blood pour slowly from his mouth.

an idea popped up in his head. he felt amazed with it. not only he would be amused, but someone else as well. his laughter comes slow, but it’s a cackle. he doesn’t mince it and does it fully in the user’s face. “ taro, get me some ropes, ” he barks from the very room he’s in.

A BROW WOULD BE RAISED UPON THE QUESTION. a hand is put upon the other’s head and he rubs it roughly about. “ when speaking of religion? yes, you are, ” he speaks bluntly. he wouldn’t mince his word for he who is led astray, but there’s a tough kind of love to be found within his eyes. he too knows how his own user once was. this version of the false god was just smarter. 

“ i understand how you got into this situation. i used to be just like you. ” he sighs and shakes his head. “ they say i got a way with words, but he's my father; i was taught it from somewhere. child, chin up; you're not beyond redemption. ”