#qisms

pocky day was yesterday :: so what

🍫 to share a box of pocky, ❤️ to play the pocky game

@qisms sent: 🍫 cain. offering for the grumpy heathcliff to take some, before retracting it because “wait, isn’t chocolate bad for dogs?”

"Ah, thanks, mate. I could use a little nib--" Here was Heathcliff, in the process of accepting the gift and being appreciative only for it to be whisked away. "OY YOU--" The werewolf snatches, making for a grab to take it but Cain proves to be too quick. The scarred hand whiffs the air instead, leaving a teeth-gritting frustrated ruffian to glare at the classy gabber.

"Oh. Havin a giggle, are ya?!" A visible twitch to that brow. The fist thumping into the wall beside them. "Why I oughta... callin me a bloody dog, at least use wolf or some mince. Tch, not like I went and asked some bloke to get like this either way. You wanna see me get pissed? Hand over the scran!"

Heathcliff makes another grab, this time managing to catch the other by the wrist. The grip is strong as iron, purple hues burning at the other while they take their other hand to pluck out the entire fucking box of sticks.

Then shoves them all into his mouth at once.

@0isms asked:

“Don’t be like that. You’re heavily injured, aren’t you? Let me help you bandage the wounds, at least. You can get sue me to my manager for getting in your personal space later.” He’d been working at his late-night shift in a convenience store, when a person came in looking… well, fine on a surface level, but there was stiffness in their movements. A barely-noticeable limp in their steps.

That was enough for him to abandon his spot behind the counter. A person’s welfare was worth much more than keeping a job, even if that person seemed oddly stubborn about letting him help them.

/ @qisms. here’s cain getting all up in kamui’s business

Even if Kamui had recently been in a really brutal fight, to the point he was injured quite a bit. . . . . he didn't think anything of just heading to the convenience store since he had been out of snacks. He usually craved them the most at night. It wasn't as if he wasn't used to enduring pain from wounds, the ones he had were wrapped up already underneath his jacket, but still killing him. It was recommended he rests, but Kamui was stubborn. He absolutely hated staying in one spot for too long.

So what if he recently got a bullet removed from his arm? So what if he was bruised and banged up all over his body? He was fine.

However, if one paid close attention, it was obvious that was complete bullshit. Kamui would head inside the store like normal, keeping to himself looking for those giant bags of chips to snack on so he can buy a couple. But then, this store clerk abruptly started irritating him with fussing over him somehow having noticed his state. Kamui despised being read like an open book, it gave him chills down his spine. A lurking anxiety.

''Piss off, or else I'll end up hurting you.'' Kamui warned, pulling away from him. Kamui would grit his teeth somewhat, trying to suppress any reactions to pain surging through him. He forced a smile on his face, ''I really prefer the other people who work here, they actually know how to mind their business.

Fingers curl tight into her mirror, holding it close despite it being asked of her by the scary stranger before her. While normally obedient, the mirror was hers... was Yutu's, she had to keep in safe at all times. Holding it even tighter, she takes a small step back, ready to beg and plead for the mirror to stay with her, but a voice cuts her off.

Had someone come to help her?

@qisms

{ Fast asleep on the couch 💤 }

@qisms !!!

Studying....the bane of Mariko's existence. But if she doesn't study for the upcoming exams and get a good grade? She'll never hear the end of it from her parents! And so, her and Cain were taking their day off to have a study session at his apartment. Honestly, it was probably for the best, because Cain surely had to make sure this girl actually stayed focused on their notes and not find some way out of this! After a long while of studying, they take a lunch break. Since it'd probably be... for the best if neither of them try to cook something, Mariko suggested take out. There was a food place pretty close by Cain's apartment, so he probably offered to just go and get it for them.

While he did that, Mariko decided to sprawl out on his couch while browsing on her phone. Not having notifications list full of emails was a breath of fresh air in itself. Even if she came over because of the study session, it still felt nice... spending her weekend with a dear friend... Though... maybe because she actually focused on studying for about 2 hours straight, she felt... sleepy... She tries to fight it off, since Cain is coming with some food... "Haaa..." But as she yawns, it grows more and more difficult to fight off sleep.... "C'mon...stay up.... Cain will be back...soon...."

A voice so lukewarm leaves them startled.

The reason for that is etched into the core of everything they know. That is... Nobody else should be here. There are ten voices, plus one, and then their own... And as they whip their head around, an entirely new face is spotted. What are they supposed to do?

As their mouth hangs lightly open, they look [this person] up and down. A uniform describes him as an officer of some kind-- But not one from Milgram. Not... that they could tell. Its markings were not etched, here.

But, an officer... Did Milgram send him? They were told nothing of this -- Jackalope mentioned nothing..!

They sway on their feet, and turn to face him, gradually. Steeling themself... is hard to do. But not impossible. Actually, they have to, if they're going to emerge from this moment successfully.

"-- Eh? Am I talking to Shuuya right now?"

He leans forward, quizzical, and a little daring. As he's looking up and down [one of the most specialest guys in the universe ! ](humbly), he smirks. Are facades being dropped right now? Is this the right that Dri has earned, after playing enough games of possession, digging, bothering?

. The dirty liar finally said something real, and it still managed to be UNTRUE !

Tsuchigomori raises an eyebrow as he looks down at Kou from above, meeting his gaze with an unimpressed gaze of his own. But truth be told, it is a little amusing. Kou's been treating him a little differently ever since finding out he was a supernatural - even if he thinks he's been hiding it, it's obvious to Tsuchigomori himself. With that said, even he can't tell for sure what the boy is thinking. While something's clearly nagging at him, what that is is still a mystery... for now.

"You know, I'm still your teacher. That hasn't suddenly changed."