#quiirkofcreatiion

“I thought I told you to stay down.” Roxas says coldly as one of the men he had just struck down seems to stubbornly still want to engage in a fight with him. Criminals in this city are just so petty aren’t they? Aiming for those who can’t fend for themselves. Usually Roxas just minds his own business and doesn’t get too involved, but his influences have made him drive off course just a little bit. Cliched scenario. Group of meanies trying to get their way with a much smaller victim. It infuriates him, ironic since he shouldn’t be feeling anything at all. Yet here he is, a bit annoyed out of his mind. The victim seems to be a bit more afraid of him now than her original attackers. Truth is, and as wrong as it might be, he’s venting out some frustration through this violence. 

         Opening one door, slowly, she’d slowly poke her head in. Only to see another already residing in the room. Quickly she’d close the door then dusting her hands off of that. ❝ Shit -- Ahem! I mean, sorry didn’t know someone was in there. ❞

         ❝ Please don’t attack poor innocent lil me, ❞ if only her voice wasn’t so monotone as she spoke the sentence. ❝ I’m so defenseless. ❞ Defenseless as in no weapon to fight with, doesn’t mean she wouldn’t kick your ass with her fists and feet though. Dammit, she just wanted to sit down for a little while and take a break.

                 ██ :「 ▲ 」⋯ There she was. 

                The sliver lining on this hell of a cloud Jirou had been living in.

                This city had been nothing but a nightmare so far, so seeing a familiar face — and not just any face, but the face of someone she considered to be a good comrade of hers instantly lifted her desolated spirits up. The deadpan look she usually presented disappeared and a bright smile blossomed on her already jovial expression. “Yaomomo!” It was a call to stop her classmate from moving further away from her while she closed the distance between them by rushing over to her side.

                "It's... really you. I can’t believe they brought you here too.” This entire kidnapping situation was terrible and she didn’t want any of her classmates to be a part of it, but it was also a relief to see her since she was no longer alone. “I thought I was the only one who got kidnapped. How long have you been here?”

It wasn’t Sonya’s intent when she came to the beach to be helping a complete stranger. In fact it was pretty unlike her to help people in general, it seemed like some of her companions kindness had rubbed off on her. She wasn’t sure she liked that.

But none the less, here she was  trying to heal this man. He had been attacked by someone and the wound wasn’t closing properly even with her recovery magic. It didn’t help that the man wouldn’t shut up either, yes boo hoo you were cut and it was too big for a bandage.

She looked around, there were only a few people nearby- most of them keeping their distance. Blood wasn’t their thing? What a shame. She could’ve really used some help. Unfortunately she didn’t carrying a suture kit with her everywhere she went.

Yaomomo always went out of her way, huh? Even for a gift between friends, she always outdid herself! And the cookies were so nicely done and equally delicious!! Ah, such is the charm of a high-class lady and Uraraka felt honoured to be on the receiving end.

He had to get to that restaurant before it closed if he wanted to apply today.

Unfortunately, due to some interesting circumstances, this meant he was sprinting across the city to the address the young woman with the white hair had given him.

He glanced down at the note in his hand with the address scribbled on it to confirm that he was heading in the right direction, looked up, and immediately ran into a pole.

“Agh...!”

One hand flew to his nose as he fell, the other thrown out to catch himself against the ground.

A scrape and a nosebleed, all within the span of a few seconds- just his luck.

“Ugh, um, excuse me-”

He called out to the closest person to him, a young woman he had passed moments before.

 Gaze overshadowed by the mutest of nostalgic sorrows kept their attention at a ground level. Paces taken in a manner that showcased he had a set route in mind when in reality he had no such clue of where he was headed in this giant city. Halted when the sound of cars caught his attention and in mere instinct his hand shot up towards another who seemed to want to step forward --- hand gripping upon their shirt to stop them. “What’re you trying to do? Get ran over? Wait for the cars idiot.” Was his instruction. The disgust on what he bothered to do was only set in when the deed was done. In silence he cursed his mind and thoughts for going far too astray upon something he believed should not matter.