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The tiny author softly smiled as she walked, noting the change in the weather above. It was going to be a chilly night, wasn’t it?

She looked to her side, also noting the boy who walked beside her with a fox-like expression. For him to call her out, it was a change of pace; especially after their last encounter being so awkward. Eto tried not to think about it, if only to mimic Kaworu’s actions. He walked around without a care, so for a moment of peace, she would let him be.

“Say, Kaworu-kun...”

“Might I ask your reasoning behind wanting to spend the afternoon with an old lady like myself? Ufufu...”

Remember my 1-hour doodles? They're back and better than ever with a brand new look: Two Words, One Hour (2WOH for short). 2-word prompt, $15 each, one hour to do with them whatever comes to mind. Have an example.

"Fu-Dog Girl" was supposed to be the prompt but EFF THAT, I wanted to draw AN OLDER WOMAN, so there. Threw in some sharpei-ish elements for funsies.

The constant popping of her bubble gum was the only company she had, the silver moon donning the night sky. And the entire city calmly asleep, an enjoyable time to be out, only distant noise of cars in the main street. For someone who enjoyed spending time by herself it was almost irritating to feel the weight of a pair of eyes intensely staring at her.

➤ :: @shiisha

rare were the days in which katsuhira could find solace anymore.

ever since the kiznaiver experiment began, there was almost always someone around him, whether it be tenga or chidori or the entire group at once. his only safe haven was in sleep, and even then, tenga was often loud enough to wake the dead with his snoring. 

(he never did, as far as katsuhira knew.)

so, when his impromptu moment of reflection was abruptly cut short by the sound of approaching footsteps, katsuhira couldn’t help but sigh - a rarity from him, even if it was a decidedly neutral sigh. after all, he didn’t dislike the company of others, and recent events had given him a little too much to dwell upon. 

She had only been out to complete a quick errand, delivering a new short story to her publication company. Today was, however, not the author’s day; she would have sent the manuscript electronically, but the wi-fi at her house had been tampered with. That is to say, Rohan had messed with it to the point of having to call someone to come fix it. 

Her new publishing company was hardly as lax with her due dates as Shoeisha had been in Tokyo, but that was only a minor annoyance. Even on days like this, when she could deliver things by hand, she could handle it. Despite two hour traffic, a taxi driver who smoke cigars, and forgetting her ID card at the house, Takatsuki Sen handled it all with a smile.

Eto was annoyed, walking the streets of Sector 4, then Sector 3, as she returned. A walk would clear her mind, that’s what she believed; two men had tried to mug her, and an ice cream vendor on a corner had spilled mint chocolate chip ice cream on her new shirt as she had been trying to cross a street.

Even half-ghouls had bad days.

The sun had set nearly an hour ago, and she was only about fifteen minutes from her house -- taking some alleys as a short cut helped, but, she could smell the scent of non-humans in the air. Something was riling up ghouls, and other creatures up it seemed. Were it something caused by anything unnatural, she would know about it, so she ignored it.

That was, until a particularly familiar scent attracted her attention -- that was... That young boy? Kaworu Nagisa? The night wasn’t through with her yet, she mused.

No, definitely not, she realized as she came upon a strange scene: a feral, starving something (not a ghoul, but not a human despite its looks), and the teen in question, Kaworu, looking pleasant as always. He was about to be that thing’s dinner, and yet he didn’t seem to have a care in the world.

Eto sighed as she took another step further.

With more force than her petite body would be assumed to have, the author Takatsuki Sen thrust her purse right into the face of the ghoul. The hit was precise and controlled enough to send the ghoul skidding back into the shadows of the alley. All that was left was a surprised whimper and the sound of retreat.

Eto sighed, turning to Kaworu.

@shiisha

Eto merely left the apartment in a hurry, not wishing to go anywhere in particular so long as it was away from such a stifling atmosphere. She wasn’t angry with Rohan, not even disappointed. Rather, she was frustrated, perhaps simply with herself.

This city was full of surprises that she had never thought to prepare herself for.

Like how she ended up at the cafe that had no become her and Rohan’s usual spot for a myriad of conversation and activities. The energetic guitarist was still there, Eto had heard the tune upon entering, and yet this was the first time she saw their face.

“Ah, if it isn’t Kaworu...”