#regensia

SMACK!

Daichi felt the sting when the hand made contact with his face. His head went to the side. He replays it in the head when the hand makes contact with his face from three different angles in three different shots. He stood still there like a deer in headlights, processing this. In his head, it went like this: He never expected to get a slap of all things! What the hell?!

What in the world?! Daichi gasped as he held his cheek, looking at Dimple with his widened eyes and a slacked jaw. He cannot believe this guy!

The guy actually slapped him! Sure, he got hit and slap upside the head. And he never got slapped in the face, EVER in his entire self-employed career.

"W-what..?"

Right beside him, his spirit companion, Eito squawks in surprise. He hoped nobody saw that because that was embarrassing....

@regensia asked: "Sure I'm a little stupid, but that's like 80% of my charm!" ( from Keisuke bc it's silly cute ) 𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐

"I was going to say you're more 'naive and bull-headed' but that does kind of chalk up to stupid, doesn't it?" Ikkaku asked, considering. There were different kinds of stupidity, just like there were different kinds of intelligence, so she supposed it was a decent blanket term.

Raising an eyebrow at the bounty hunter, she added, "I guess it is part of your charm, though. You can't just be a hot, muscle-bound body, right?" Now that was something that, even when they were bitter enemies, she could absolutely appreciate. He was built and fine as fuck. Still, it was certainly easier to appreciate him now that he wasn't constantly trying to kill her or turn her over to the Marines.

@regensia asked: "Debates are stupid because why would I want to sit down and argue with someone blatantly dumber than me." ( from Vital ) 𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐

"Your reasoning is ridiculous but I can't find fault in it," Ikkaku stated, taking a sip of her beer. She chuckled, shaking her head in amusement. Vital really was a grumpy cat in human form. He even seemed to not get along with dogs. Still, it made her curious how he managed to not get his ass kicked once in a while. Of course she knew he was tougher than he looked, but he did have a habit of saying pretty dickish things to people. One day, that could get him in some serious hot water.

⟬ @regensia ⟭

❝ Hey there! I noticed you almost finished your drink. You see- ❞ The barista was always friendly and a bit chatty, though it took a few times for him to recognize when someone was a regular sometimes. He set down a small cup in front of Anita. Armand still couldn't remember her name but at least knew her face after about three visits stretched across the month. That was a start. ❝ - I was experimenting and made a hazelnut affogato. I was hoping it could be added to the menu, so let me know if it's any good! ❞

"Oh, uh. . ."

She wasn't often made awkward, as it was hard for her to feel that level of embarrassment, but she was colored a soft pink when the drink was placed in front of her. It looked delicious, and it smelled just as good, but she didn't sip it down as quickly as the usual café regulars might.

"I know what a hazelnut is, but what the heck is an affogato?"

She pulled the cup a little closer, eyes following the drip of espresso over slowly melting ice cream. Coffee wasn't normally her drink of choice, if she were honest. She didn't like caffeine, and she didn't want to become dependent on it, but there was one reason in particular why she might risk it.

urk . posture stiffens and he breaks into a sweat in an instant . at first he had hoped that it might have been just his mistake or his imagination , but no --- he really was being stared at , wasn't he ?! w-why ?! he didn't know this person , did he ?! was there something on his face ? did he just look weird ?! ( he's been told that before , really . hard not to be noticed when you were so --- red . ) or maybe his backpack flap was hanging open and spilling all sorts of things from its inside again ?! a quick check reassures him that no --- his homework wasn't being scattered off into the winds .

but then ... ?!

Vi wants to hold and set in his lap like a cat ty

Unprompted || @regensia

[[ Oh my gosh she does literally everything in the summer compared to winter. She does not like the winter cold while being in the city. Even bundled up her fingers and toes get frozen but she'll end up sweating as soon as she gets indoors and it feels like ice crystals are expanding in your lungs when you inhale. She'd always much rather stay indoors and enjoy something warm to drink. Winter is her homebody season.

❝ You good with that? Knowing I'm a guy your old man hired? I mean, this is a bit bigger than me slapping your latte out of your hand to ruin your day. ❞

Bloody, dirty work didn't seem to suit such refinement and gentle porcelain pallor, but those traits were all exterior. No matter how naturally Vital wore decent but subtle as given away by his watch, belt, and shoes, even if his hoodie with cats upon it was thrifted, he would be the first to volunteer that his inside was ugly, tarnished.

But mostly, he wanted to see how far Nunnally's passiveness would go, how much he could push her and her buttons. Would she even care if pressed to the edge of reason and perhaps over it?

She’s more surprised that he calls her father an “old man” than that Vital was actually hired by him. But Nunnally’s soon to hide her surprise behind her not-caring and playful demeanor. One that she often reserves for Vital (and only for him).

…but does it mean he’s now going to see a different her? …will he be sticking around at her home?

...that's a worrying thought...she doesn't want him to see a different her; different than she decided to show to him...

“But perhaps the question is if you don't mind that? Working with my dad is like almost you’re working for me…” – she knows that incorrect. She couldn’t be any further from her father’s business than she is now. Nunnally’s always considered a child when it comes to her father's work. A naïve girl who’s not trustworthy enough even to know. It hurts, but she isn’t going to be honest with Vital about her family (not that she often is with herself). She prefers he will not find out. Will Vital be given a chance, though? Will he get close enough to her?

Nunnally has hundreds of questions but asking each and every of them would only demonstrate to Vital how little she knows. She tries not to think about them and attempts to reply in a cheerful voice: --

“You’d have to try harder to ruin my day than just spilling my latte…”

“…unless you’re going to stain my favourite dress…” – it does sound vain, doesn’t it? Would she really care about the dress? Unlikely. She moves closer to Vital. One could even say it’s too close. She could almost put her head, and her golden locks, on his shoulders. But that is not what Nunnally intends to do. She doesn’t really want to flirt with Vital in that very moment. Her mood has suddenly become gloomier (and more serious). She will ask about these things that should perhaps remain hidden: --

“But would you be able to do the work for him and still treat me…as a separate being?” – not his possession; not one of his objects, but a person of my own. Her voice is quiet. Indeed, a whisper and that’s why she has moved so close to him. She knows what she is in the eyes of most (or all) people surrounding her father. She doesn’t want Vital to see her in such a way, too.

She moves away. A fake smile on her lips: --

“You still haven't told me what you’re going to do for him…”