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"Hmm... that should be everything." Haru walks out of the store with a bag full of supplies for her latest crafting project. The cow child was sad to find that there weren't many cow motif garments he could wear and had been whining about it, because his famiglia refused to keep sending him clothes from the motherland.

(Something about it being annoying to constantly supply clothes for a growing child who outgrew his clothes quickly)

While rummaging through her bag to double check through all the contents, she could hear some screaming and squealing from a bit aways. 'Kyaaa Miya-kun!' 'Oh my god! He looked at me!' 'As if, he was obviously looking at me!'

"Hahi... fangirls must all be cut from the same cloth." She could recite the same conversation from heart. She looks up from her bag to see a young teen, probably the same age as Gokudera and Yamamoto were when they'd get hassled by their fanclub. Walking a few steps to the side into the alley, she waits for the teen to get close enough for her pull him in and put something over his head.

Jupiter blinked, looking around her in confusion. She wasn't home, that's for sure, and she couldn't seem to understand anything anyone was saying around her.

She couldn't really remember what she was doing prior to this, but, that didn't really matter right now. All around her were unfamiliar faces and she could hazard a guess that she was in another country? Just an educated guess based on the fact no one was speaking a language she understood.

What a conundrum for a little mute girl. Who knew she'd get caught up in some weird portal thing that caused her to traverse to another dimension?

[水] 

“Ha? Why can’t I take it too? What if I also wanna know what kind of red flags a guy can see in me?”

Some girls were talking about it in the library, and they patiently took the time to explain it when he walked over to inquire about what they were talking about. They probably humored him because he was so genuinely curious about it, and they were equally as amused by the end result.

“I think it was somethin’ like that? Casumo or something? It was kinda fun! The other girl had something like ‘too emotionally detached’ or something like that.”

Mizumachi didn’t know if that was enough to be considered a red flag, but someone who was a bit detached was just someone you had to work harder to get to know. You had to have the patience to wait for them to eventually open up to you- or they tell you to get lost. That’s how it usually went, wasn’t it?

Any time any of the Varia pricks visited Japan it was a total nightmare. Hibari would be on edge- just waiting to bite someone the moment they cause any level of property damage... which always became his or Tsuna's problem.

What's worse was that Haru somehow got married into the Varia through Reborn's machinations and he could swear that his hairline was thinning because of it. It was simple, just stay headstrong and not fall for that damn Prince for a while and come back home. Yeah, was simple- BUT THAT DUMBASS WOMAN ALWAYS MAKES THINGS MORE COMPLICATED THAN THEY HAVE TO BE!!!

Even if emotions and all that unnecessary bullshit was beyond his scope as a right-hand, he wasn't blind.

Speak of the Fly Bastard Devil himself.

"Belphegor." His voice rang out like a hissing dynamite fuse. Just the person he didn't want to see. From the looks of things, Haru wasn't in sight. Probably off with the girls or that 'Ranran'. (Ignore the mental gag just now)

[✧･ﾟ *♚*･ﾟ✧ ]

Ponsol was quite pleased to see that Nunnally enjoyed the bouquet of flowers that he’d prepared for her. The custom of gifting something a month after valentine’s day was simply a custom that his mother had taught him and his brother from early on and it was something that continued into his adult years. Even if it was a custom that most Euro-centric people weren’t aware of, he would still continue the custom. Who didn’t enjoy surprise gifts, after all?

      ❝Excellent, we can decide on a time in the future. I’m sure you’ll enjoy the sight.❞

While he mostly didn’t care for others apart from how useful they could be for networking purposes, he’d always had a great care for plants. If one were to ask him if he thought his plants or humanity was more important, he’d easily answer with his plants. They were his companions and his confidants. They respond well to his care and they gave him a sense of fulfillment to see that they were growing so well under his care. Well, it wasn’t as though he alone tended to them all. He did hire specialists to help him manage all the plants in the greenhouse.

Still, he was the one who planted the seeds, designed their care routine, and also decide where to plant everything to fit his aesthetic vision. On the topic of bringing her painting supplies or drawing his flowers, he nods in response. He too has taken the time to make art of his flowers, so he wouldn’t be surprised if she were to be struck with inspiration upon gazing upon them and wish to draw them for herself. He had a green thumb, he was intelligent, he was charismatic, of good lineage, handsome, artistic, and so much more. Truly, he was that grand of a specimen if he could say so himself.

(Well there was one person who did exceed him in certain aspects, but he wouldn’t dwell on that for long.)

      ❝I do enjoy many flowers, but I do have a strong preference for Jasmines. I also like the cute flowers that bloom from the common spider plant. That one, I raise in my home. Her name is Matilda.❞

It was very rare for anyone to come to ‘meet’ Matilda as Ponsol was quite protective of that plant in particular. Even his elder brother was usually met with a stare of scrutiny if he wished to see the plant.

      ❝Oh? I’m honored by the invitation, I would very much enjoy to see what you’ve created to show in an art exhibition. I do dabble in some art myself.❞

Rarely Pure and Never Simple - Part 3

"You ever wonder about free will?" Alex asks, out of the blue, over spaghetti.

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||Tan(60)=√3|| Shugarl had gone through a rip in the universe to traverse through the underworld and Earth, but just as he had done so, a fluctuation in the energy caused a disturbance with the coordinates he’d set. So instead of appearing on Earth in modern day time, he had instead traversed through the past, in Japan.

Curious and curiouser that he found himself in such a predicament. Double checking his math, he knew that he hadn’t made a mistake in his set coordinates. In order to return to his realm, he would have to know the time and coordinates of his current location to derive the proper formulation. Alas, he couldn’t tell immediately where or when he’d landed, but he could see that things weren’t so simple as evidence from what would appear to be a Demonic beast in front of him. One slain by a swing of a sword.

‘It would seem that I’ve found myself sometime in the past. By the blade, an Asian country, presumably.’

@psiiki Continued from: [x] ((Imma just gonna write as if they sorta know each other by now ahahaha that way Mizumachi can be just a bit more overbearing))

[水] -  Mizumachi smiled brightly at Saiki agreeing to go to the beach with him. He honestly wasn’t really expecting for the guy to say yes, but he wasn’t going to give him the luxury of taking back his words. 

       “Awesome! Let’s go!”

The tall blonde started jogging in the direction of the beach, fully intending to run his way over there or something--- it’s good training, yanno? He turned around to see that his pace was WAAAAYYYYYYYY faster than Saiki’s pace who was, by the looks of things, taking his time. 

This won’t do at all! Mizumachi trotted back and picked him up. Is he going to pick Saiki up and run the rest of the way there? YOU BET! Consider it HARDCORE TRAINING!

       “Let’s go!               Make sure you don’t fall, Saiki!         Well, if you do, i’ll just buy you a dessert.”