#psychrs

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐏 𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐃𝐎 never got along. although that wasn't much of a surprise. neither of them got along with many people. their personalities were much too combative and confrontational. and while this was already a big enough issue when dealing with one person with such a demeanour, two of them up against one another? well that was enough to send anyone running for cover. 

but of course, they weren't actually being pinned against one another at all. but the other s class heroes ( and of course sweet mask considered himself a part of the s class ) had a tendency to 'measure dicks' so to speak whenever they were put into a room together.

today the meeting only involved the two of them, however. apparently the association believed their particular talents were essential for the task at hand. 

the star adjusted his hair, glancing at his image in the mirror of a small compact as he spoke. ❝ i think tornado would agree that this mission requires the skill and tact of a certain kind of hero, ❞ amai began in his overly conceited tone, snapping the compact shut as he gave his fellow heroine a sideways glance. ❝ and so i more than understand if she'd prefer to leave this one to me. ❞

You can't kill him in a way that matters. 

@psychrs / @thefaeriescafe

why are you dressed all stupid? 

" Why are you dressed like Calamari ? " He counters a little too quickly, question sounding plainly blunt rather than a bite back or anything snarky. It's just that he has been wondering, and it appears this is the perfect chance to get an answer. If she wants to be so rude for no reason, might as well give a her a taste. 

As for himself, he's dressed in a white hoodie with a happy green frog on the front, plain black shorts & new black flip-flops. It's comfortable, it's practical, it's NOT stupid. Her question goes unanswered. 

as easily as i can save you in this world , i can destroy you . ( Tatsu, stfu smh )

Man, what exactly is her problem ?  It's like his mere existence ruined her day for some reason. Which is ...  fair  if he were to admit. His own existence ruined  his own day  a whole lot of days, thinking about it made him want to lay down and sulk for weeks. But besides the unappreciated and the understandable, he was NOT in the mood for another squabble with Tatsumaki's short tempter. He wonders if she'd ever listen to the advices he gave her, or if she'd end up breaking apart the next building that houses her displeasure. 

He makes no visible ( nor internal ) reaction to " I can destroy you. " It's not like he hasn't heard something like that  thousands and thousand  of times. Just the same as the monsters and bad guys claiming they could crush his skull or make him bleed or break his bones & his soul or whatever. But unlike their battles against evil, he doesn't find the need to burst her bubble of self-assurance.  She's a hero, after all.  Confidence, when experienced moderately, is one of the greatest things to carry into battlefield. 

" Save me ? " This, this though, catches him off guard. A few small insignificant questions pass through his mind as he looks her way with profound confusion. But he's quick to look away again, curiosities and surprise demolished under  a sickening weight  that falls in his stomach. 

He couldn't save her. He couldn't save anyone. He couldn't even do the most basic human thing and just die along. 

" From what ? " He asks quietly, eyes losing focus.