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Ivan sat at his desk, listening to the idle chatter filtering in from the rest of Taste of Ink. Fingers steepled in front of him he let out a quiet sigh, what he was about to do was going to fucking suck. Ivan was the God of scarification and tattoos, not Human Resources. He considered himself a decent boss, efficient and trusting, only hiring those he believed showed potential and passion. There was no need to put anyone under the microscope, nobody was perfect. Today was one of the days that fact it was staring him in the face, like the gross skewed proportions of an amateur tattoo. It could be worked with, things could be fixed, it just needed a bit of finesse. It was another thing entirely to use it successfully. 

Bora's arms had wrapped around Ren ages ago. A soft peck pressed against his hair. For someone who was her brother, she felt so many different emotions toward him, all of which screamed to protect him. She felt bad that so much had happened to him in her absence, feeling partially responsible for not being there for him as she should have been.

"Death is not the end. We both know that to be a fact." She looks at him, rubbing his arms so delicately as she drowned him in the affection he deserved. "You have time while you are living to pay that debt off, just as am trying to do. Even in the afterlife, you can have a chance to resolve that debt you think you have."

She understood his worry all too well, and if she could, she would shoulder that concern for him, take on whatever debt he felt he had. "I think you overestimate the wrongs you have done, and you underestimate how much good you do."

ANGST sentence starters | Accepting

Felix had just exited the elevator onto the demigod level of the apartment building, groceries in hand, when he noticed someone down the hall a little ways. He paused in front of his door, ready to call out to the somewhat familiar neighbour, when he noticed that something was wrong. He was walking sort of wobbly, a hand on the wall for support. Worried, he dropped the bags of groceries beside his door and hurried down the hallway, reaching out to touch Ren’s arm and maybe help him along a bit. “Hey, are you okay? Do you need help?

“You should leave.”

“Not really, Ren..” he sighs looking down as he stands before the other. 

He knows that his companionship with Ren was a different take on friendship. They both enjoyed each others company and at this point, Tino felt like the other knew more of him than Tino knew of Ren.  All he knew was that the Ren he never met from before didn’t get along well with Dakota, and he was practically the opposite of who this Ren was now. 

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Yuyan was by no means a wild party-goer-- but when she did attend a party, she made it count. The Hallow’s Eve ball was no exception, even with her father in tow. And considering she had not been to a party since she lost her leg, she had a lot of catching up to do.

She had just downed her second shot of the evening when she nearly bumped into someone. It took a moment for her to realize who he was dressed as, and when she did her face lit up in delight. “Thorn! From Scooby Doo! Rock on, good choice,” she exclaimed over the music, patting his shoulder. She was about to slip past him when she noticed a peculiar look on his face that made him pause.

he blinks, then blinks again, then blinks once more, just for good measure.

“i...” he starts, slowly letting his gaze wander over the demigod’s face, clearly flabbergasted at this sudden question. “because you just told it to me?” he answers then, a slightly questioning note in his voice since it’s not entirely clear to him why the young man seems to have an issue with it.

he takes a moment just to get over this surprising accusation, but then he’s fully interested, all of his attention now on the beautiful young man.