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  they've taken to a particular routine :   shared moments spent in silence ,   the sheer concept belying otherwise a purported impossibility.       —   that is ,   until now.     where afternoon begins its trek along their daily descent comes the arrival of a balmy evening ,   the few hours before the complete dead of night.

  he's preoccupied with the an opus most recently appended to his unceasing library ,   yamato taciturn against the tight - knit space adjacent to his seat ,   absorbing the contents of what few pages remain in characteristic quickness.     there's a certain chunk of text ,   however ,   that especially ensnares his primary focus.     just a little more left and                                               

  for the first time in establishing this   —   whatever this is ,   she speaks.     she speaks so softly ,   so softly that it's almost burdened by the deafening quiet.     attention torn in two ,   his careful gaze lifts from the book in his palms.     yet again ,   she leaves him at temporary pause.

          he’s taking it upon himself to leave them both a mug of warm tea for when they would                 come home.

                           for even if spring is on the horizon, the waters could be terribly chilly.

Nonverbal RP Starters  //  ACCEPTING

❣❣  “  You? Dancing? With me? What’s the occasion?  ”

Amber flames flickered in her eyes, as if they alone were making their own choreography without her. The offer had been nothing but amusing to her, & the fact that it was coming from him of all people had made it even more ironic. But who was she to say no to a fun idea? She had always been one to be weak towards new opportunities; anyone could imagine how dull it would be to have centuries on them, & rarely have intimate interactions with another being that wasn’t her kind.

Before she could accept, she was quick to change into someone that was more suitable in height, seeing how staggering the differences were when she stood next to him.

A few inches now cut off, a soft sun-kissed hand reached out to him, giving him permission to carry on with the plan. 

Dawn breaks over the frosted wastelands. Iceberg by little iceberg twinkled and winked at the sky as it clothed the landscape with its soft pink and orange twinkle. The ice and snow was like a thousand diamonds shimmering to wake for the rising sun. But, it soon fallen grey once the sun was blocked by a damning cloud that covered its shine. The grey skies over the arctic was like a constant plague, reminding every single resident on the isle that there was always danger afoot.

Speaking of ‘a foot’, while the final twinkle of the snow was about to fade, it crushed with a soft grumble. The foot of a tall, black haired, suited devil from the deep stood from the waters and onto the ice and sttrrrreeettched as wide as he could. Rubbing at the back of his neck and giving it a harsh snap here and then there. What a great morning, he thought. He reached into his pocket for his small box of cigarettes; special ordered, of course...only to see that he was on his very last one. He frowned at this, and let out a soft scoff.

For the moment, he knew he had to make this one count...or else he’d later suffer through withdrawal again. But, swiftly...a thought came to his mind. I have a little, fat friend nearby that might be...so willing to assist in my endeavors! I should go molest one or...maybe five off of him!

Not a moment was wasted. He knew well about the penguin’s fishing rituals, if his memory served correct, he aught to be heading out for a cat or two. Perhaps. If not, well, he just might have to get a little more personal, won’t he?

Man. Worst part about visiting Idate’s place. The freezing weather that constantly surrounded the Iceberg Isle. Was it always snowing? Seemed like it was whenever he came by. The weather must’ve hated him, because he never came prepared for it. Always dressed in his normal attire, he had to remember next time to bring mittens or at least a jacket!

It was getting to be pretty late, as per usual during his visits. He liked coming at night, made him feel less bad about getting blackout drunk with his only friend. Shivering and walking through the crunchy snow, watching the sunset below the deep blue ocean. He knew where Idate would be. It was where he always was before dark. The freaking singled out location on the isle, where the small pillars of smoke he kept seeing were coming from. 

A strange sense of giddiness made the devil almost skip over to the area, it was so nice to see the orca. No matter how much he smoked, he still would hang out with the nicotine infested man. After all, at least Idate never challenged or judged him. Never once did he question his actions. It was nice to never be told he was a monster around a close friend. He guessed it was cause Idate had no excuses. He killed sharks for fun after all!

When the orca finally came into view, the devil whistled and approached him. A sly but joking smirk across his face. Plopping down next to him, he snatched the cigarette out of his friend’s hands and took a long take from it. Breathing out the harsh smoke that burned but felt so good, Satanick handed it back.