#sanitatemsolis

Sitting amongst the humans perhaps wasn't his best idea ever. Keeping a tight hold of the lust that was a natural part of him, he knew if he let it out even a little the humans would react and be all over him. It was bad enough that he was naturally gorgeous, so already he had a few of them coming up and hitting on him, but he had sent them away in preference of drinking the alcohol he had come to enjoy from the humans. The alcohol in Wrath wasn't nearly as good.

Sensing another approaching him, he took a long sip from his drink, preparing to let them down gently... but when he turned to look at the figure that had approached him? The words died in his throat. She smelled divine, and the confidence that she radiated had him pressing his lips together to stifle a grin.

What did he have here? Would she talk to him? Would she pretend she didn't notice him and make him interact with her first? Oh the possibilities thrilled him.

"Get back here you motherfucker!" "How dare you do that!" "We're going to make you pay!"

The cacophony of insults and shouted threats follows Blue as he cackled maniacally, sprinting not quite at full speed, but fast enough to put distance between himself and the small mob that had gathered. All because he had dared to kiss the hand of some chick that he opened the door for.

Chivalry really was dead, wasn't it?

Granted he did it because he saw the look on the man's face when Blue took hold of her hand, and simply wanted to antagonize the man a little bit further. How was he supposed to know it would end up like this?

Turning a corner, he nearly runs smack dab into another person, doing a bit of fancy footwork and a hand planting against the wall beside them to keep himself from fully running them over. Looking down, the first impression he got was not only the flaming red hair... but the scent of vanilla and citrus. Taking a moment to blink at her, its only the steadily growing shouts that rise behind him that make him snap out of whatever the fuck this was.

Except...

@sanitatemsolis sent:

Standing behind Mukuro, she smiled and gently lifted her lovely pink hair off of her shoulders. A gentle kiss is pressed to the side of her neck before she shifted and set a tray with a steaming bowl of soup and a warm cup of tea as well as water in front of her. "It's been a while, diavolina. You should eat."

Mukuro had truly lost track of time, her attention shifting from the work she was doing to Bella when she felt her hair move slightly for Bella to place a little kiss against her neck and as food was placed down near her。

A little hum leaving her lips as the scent of the food wafted into her senses and Mukuro realized just how hungry she had gotten。

「Thank you, my darling. What would I do without you~」 Mukuro says and moves her work to the side as she turns her full attention to the meal she was brought, 「it smells lovely, thank you very much。 Also, diavolina? I love it~」 A smile pulls on her lips as she remarks on the little nickname she was given by Bella。

" REST. " (Bella gonna lay on the prettiest gf's lap)

✿ ⧽ REST to lay head on my muses lap .

❥ “Awwwe! Hiya, my pretty gal~!” Kiwa cooed affectionately, a manicured hand immediately finding its way to gently rest in Bella’s hair. She shifted on the couch to allow Bella to lay out more and get fully comfortable on her lap, fingers softly threading through her curly hair. Kiwa was always so gentle with Bella’s hair.. because she knew damn well the work that went into maintaining ANYTHING that isn’t pin straight hair. Her own hair was a mess she’d long since given up on taming— she’d just let it run wild at this point. It still looked nice anyway! A win!

Danger || Accepting @sanitatemsolis asked " do you have a death wish or something? (Bart!!) "

Impulse blinks away the stars in his eyes before looking down at the sea of red hair and freckles. "Death wish? C'mon it's just my arm! And it's like only a little broken, bones heal and if it heals wrong...I'll cross that bridge if I get to it." Having accelerated healing and an enhanced durability meant most injuries didn't stick if he even really noticed they happened in the first place after the adrenaline wore off.

(But in all honesty, Bart hated having to go to hospitals, after one Jericho Wilson shot his knee out, he hasn't really had the best memory of being in a white room with medical professionals surrounding him.)

Suffice to say though, he definitely felt this one with the way his whole arm burned. "Isn't there just a way to wrap it up and I can go home?"

"You. Rabbit." A hooded figure stands in the doorway of the tiny clinic, posture hunched. He does not wait for further invitation, and ignores the welcome mat, grime tracking in on the soles of his boots.

"I've heard you are a doctor." He grabs the sleeve of his left arm and yanks it up to the elbow, revealing pale skin and large wound dominating its surface. It was difficult to tell the exact boundaries of the punctures and tears themselves, but among the glistening viscera, glimpses of bone could be seen. He was bitten by something big.

"Well now, look at that! You're a right chef, aren't you?" Karlach's tone was chipper as it ever was. So much joy embodied in a whopping 6'4 of tiefling. Her smile flashed pointed canines, but even so her expression was something near soft. After all, the little half-elf was probably one of her favorite travelers they'd met on their journey thus far! Things like this — the easy care the other gave. That just made that fondness grow.

"And I know you never asked me. I just gotta put it out there, I don't put myself out there."