#pulsefelt

"all right, seriously, what's your deal?" kubo says pointedly, looking over his shoulder with a grimace that would put a hannya mask to shame.

it's one thing to end up partnered with kariya during work hours, but another thing altogether to find the reaper catching up to him during his break time.

still, he doesn't leave the bench he's sitting on, patiently waiting for an answer.

     ❝ SOOO . . . DO YOU JUST have, like, a pocket full of lollipops or something ? ❞ he’s yet to see kariya without one, but he’s also yet to see him finish one, thus leaves rindo with an infinite amount of questions. once the current one was gone, would the reaper simply pull another from his pocket ? would he have to run to a convenience store ? maybe there was some kind of reaper perk that allowed him to summon lollipops from thin air ? . . . no, wait, that’d be stupid.

“You’re lucky our bodies don’t abide by traditional rules. I shudder to think about the number of cavities you would surely have due to the amount of sugar you consume.”  Joshua sports a smirk, arms coming to fold in front of his chest. Everyone has a gimmick - Beat with the skeleton motif, Shiki and her doll, Kariya with the lollipop -- for a moment Joshua wonders what his gimmick is, if he has something so clearly HIM, but casts the thought aside. No use dwelling.

they didn't even have to deal with a timer on their hands this is so fucked up

“ If you want my honest opinion, actually I think the lastest version of the games was kinda better. More around team building, more ethical. In concept, at least. ”

❛   the noise...how did you -- ?   ❜  the question is prompted in genuine curiosity as most of his questions often are. fret’s naturally a pretty inquisitive person & yet -- there’s something different. there’s a sort of darkness hanging over him, veiled over by the mask he’s habitually put back on. fret doesn’t want to pretend anymore. but with everything that’s happened, he’s afraid if he doesn’t something ugly will make it’s way to the surface. an ugly thing that chants a mantra in his mind, it shouldn’t have been you. it should have been her. why wasn’t it her?  ❛   we didn’t think you could win if the noise took over you like that. what’d you do to stop it?   ❜

❝ Well, well, if it isn’t my favorite willful Harrier Reaper... What do they have you doing now? ❞

she purses her lips, eyes watching the man bumble around from their vantage point a bit higher up. “i could probably do a better job than him. and that’s kinda scary. can you even imagine me in a customer service position? hard pass.” there’s something sympathetic in the way her face twists, though. it wasn’t that long ago she was a brand new reaper herself, and severely out of her element. it was only through ayano’s guidance that she managed to find her niche. “not really anything we can do, short of influencing people in the RG to buy stuff there.” shoka shrugs. then... a mischievous smile lights on her face.

“Kariya.” The name is neutral. A greeting because that would be more polite than saying nothing at all, and Shiba isn’t that cowardly. He stands right there on the edge of Shibuya, hands in his pockets as he eyes the other Reaper.