#ratbound

Placing the cap back onto the bottle he holds his hand out to admire the color while gently blowing on them. It was fate that he glances up briefly, noticing a figure walking by the windows of the shop. “Yuki?!” The chair he was sitting at falls backwards onto the floor as he hops over the table and rushes out of the store with another shout, this time at full lung capacity. “YUKI?!!” 

SOLLUX: geez you think this place w0uld have a haunted r00m secti0n 0r s0mething, but l00ks like they weren’t able t0 aff0rd s0mething like that. SOLLUX: lame. SOLLUX: want t0 try an escape r00m? it’ll be easy if y0u’re with me, but if i have t0 d0 actual physical w0rk, then that’s all 0n y0u. SOLLUX: i can figure 0ut the ‘t0ugh’ pr0blems.

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     👑|   Mutsuki couldn’t take his eyes off him. Masked out of sight behind a long shelf of library books, greyish hues peered out from between the tomes, spying on who would eventually grow up to be his father. He looked so young, seated in a quiet corner of the room, engrossed by a book Mutsuki couldn’t quite glean the title of. All on his own, with a tinge of melancholy air about him that made his chest tighten. Nothing like the bright, smiling parent that had raised him and sassed his mother to a flustered boiling point on the daily.

Mutsuki wondered if this was roughly around the age of their curse. Would his father turn into a rat if embraced? Had he even met his mother yet? The maelstrom of questions sloshed about his mind in a overwhelming, confusing current.

He had to go and speak with him and find out for himself.

Snagging a random book as a believable pretense for his approach, Mutsuki traversed the tranquil library expanse until he’d reached Yuki’s table. A closer look at his father’s reading choice invited a smile to his lips. ‘Backyard Winter Gardening’, of course.

Mutsuki cleared his throat as an alert to his presence and pulled back a chair. Impatience bubbled inside him, but he didn’t want to dumbfound Yuki with his identity and bulldozer over the life he currently knew with a forced glimpse into the future, like he’d so far inadvertently done with the other Sohmas here.

❝  Excuse me.  ❞

It is definitely time for someone to go to bed.

Extended!

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✧*:･ﾟ| IT is not known how this particular philosophical mood catches within the craw of his throat, but it must have come forth at some point between the late night coffee and the endless gazing up at the STARS. Either way, his tongue is loose and fast and the curiosity he always holds has no intention of leaving any time soon.

A question of belief; what a loaded one that is. Belief covers a wide swath of topics, from miniscule to massive. Belief is knowing that you breath, but belief is also thinking that a God or many are moving you like little CHESS pieces on a board. But what does he believe in? That the Earth revolves around the sun and the Moon around the Earth. Is there anything in his life more PURE than that?