#scariestofthemall

Ah- it was a problem, being out so late, especially as Shin who technically wasn’t supposed to exist in Talia. It had started out as nothing more than exploring Hani’i, wanting to escape from being Harbon for a few precious hours, but now the sun was gone, and he couldn’t tell left from right just by the light of the moon. While he could have just as well transformed into something - an owl, or maybe a wolf - and found his own way, he didn’t know the lay of the land; it would potentially take hours to find a home that could be a short walk away.

Therefore, instead of being a loner, Shin decided - for once in his life - to rely on somebody else, and bowed quickly, politely, to the woman he found sitting alone. He was still a few steps away, so as to not startle her, but close enough for her to know that he was referring to her as he spoke.

@scariestofthemall

After that fiasco last Halloween, Saguru was here again in front of Sophie’s workplace. He doesn’t know why he was summoned and the fact that everyone just got worked up after Hattori’s incident or worried sick, he wasn’t sure about the whole thing. Maybe this is just an error?

     Well crap. He wasn’t expecting her of all people to be here. While not exactly an unwelcome face, it wasn’t welcomed with open arms. Sophie was a person from his past, an employer he’d grown a bit too close to. Much too close, in his mentor and grandfather’s eyes. The entire reason he had to go was because, “Bookmen observe. They don’t get involved.” And it was hell. Probably for Sophie, too.

     He could still remember the letter he wrote, tears practically making some of the letter unreadable. That same night he put it under the door to the shop. How he didn’t even tell any of his other friends there goodbye. But her. She had to know he’d never forget her.

     “Shit.” He really messed up. A sigh escaped the redhead as he got up, pulling the eyepatch over his perfectly working eye(it’s a fashion statement, okay.) and stretched. Despite his sadness by having to do that to someone, he’d still have to own up to it. Because this time, he’s going nowhere. And, he still had to go to work. Shit, he’d told them where he worked in the chat. Rubbing his face one good time, he made his way to work.

     A hop, skip, and a jump(plus a bus fare) later, and he was there at the restaurant. “I’m here for the night, boss--” He let the owner know, before stepping behind the bar and donning quite the bartender persona.

Fluff Starters.

    Inaho was running on three cups of coffee and a spur-of-the-moment five-hour energy drink but he willingly turned off the audio on his phone and set it on his stomach, rolling over so he could watch Sophie work at the desk on the other side of the room.

  “What in world are those kids doing?” Cue the raised brow and mossy-locked woman simply examining.

 Autumn-esque sentence starters

    Damian wants to dismiss Ms. Hatter’s words with nothing but a harrumph and maybe an eye-roll but the facts state that she knows what she’s talking about since she sold clothes.

    He’s always been under the impression that red went very well with his skin and hair, too... not that there was any point in worrying about that.

THE FIVE SENSES / SENTENCE STARTERS

    Kohaku lets out a breathless laugh and trails his hands up Sophie’s thighs. He isn’t really any good with sweet nothings like this, always more used to heavy flirtations that lead to hot and heavy teasing of… of the wordy kind, yes.

    He lets out a shaky sigh and closes his eyes, leaning his forehead against her shoulder, tracing odd shapes onto her skirt while trying to collect his thoughts.