#scngohan

                  THIS IS WAR & IT NEVER ENDS;              YOU’VE HAD ALL YOUR LIFE          TO RUN AND HIDE, NOW STEP UP, STEP UP & FIGHT!!

DESTROYED BY KRAVITZ. FORMERLY “SCNGOHAN”.

Mirai parted her lips to speak as she entered the room, mouth snapping shut as the other suddenly spoke in a manner that had her stop in place. The word’s were sharp in a manner that even though they didn’t seem directed at her, had her almost flinch. 

His mixed gaze turning to her had her momentarily want to take a step back as though to distance herself from it. Yet it wasn’t hard to tell after a moment that he almost seemed to be looking through her. Causing her tension to relax slightly as she eyed Gohan almost in confusion before sighing softly as she caught onto the glaze over her eyes. Collecting herself quickly from the brief startle she continued on her way over to him.

“You seem pretty out of it. How much have you drank? “

o | Accepting

To have taken as many lives as Shen had meant occasionally running into those who welcomed his blade. Each time merely surprised him less; it never quite reached a level of normality or routine. No matter how many times he stumbled across these weaklings too tired, too downtrodden, to fight for their very lives, his wrath only grew.

It should have been easy to take down someone with no will to endure their lives anymore. But something about it simply rankled on Shen’s nerves.

This was no exception.

( gohan’s probably a regular on his daytime soap let’s be real. i’m sorry whis. )

There’s a frown on the Hera’s face, a step closer, hesitant and cautious of course, but one to make sure the other knows that he was not satisfied with the answer he heard.

"Y-Yes!" his voice was slightly embarrassed, bashful; but Gohan was smiling. Piccolo's reaction meant he liked the gift, right? "I'm sorry if it's, um, not good," the scarf was, in fact, pretty well made, "I spent hours learning and this was my first time making one. So, I'm not entirely certain how it turned out."

Piccolo let out a small chuckled and removed his cape to wrap the scarf around his neck then and there. “Perfect.” And it really was. Warm but not sweatworth. The length was just right for his height- for an average human it would be long- and he liked the color very much.