#shinuso

“  hey, mister. are you okay ?  ”  ------  she questions innocently, brandishing her blue eyes with curiosity. the young man seemed to be staring off into the gravity of his folded hands, sporting an empty gaze that hardly wavered; save for the occasional stray blinks she managed to catch in between. they served as fleeting breaks from the deep sadness that weighed in them, like dark storm clouds.

she gently places fingertips over her lips in wonder. in some manner or another, she felt as if this boy was carrying a heavy burden, much like her own. and if not, he still needed a form of support. some strength. abby cautiously tugs on the sleeve of his shirt.

“  do you want to get some soup ? the big machine gave me an extra bowl, if you’re hungry. i know it will cheer you right up.  ”

    Maki didn’t have any intentions on enrolling in the university. It wasn’t because she thought she was unfit for academics-- Rather, she didn’t see the benefit of pursuing it at the moment. She was an assassin. She didn’t want to be, but it was the nature of her reality. Even if she had been in Spirale for quite some time now, she could never erase the hardships of her past. Her actions ran through her head frequently, but it wasn’t like she’d vocalize this. However, her feet did end up taking her to the front of Spirale University. Why? Perhaps mere curiosity, or maybe. No. That was a thought for another day.

Waking up in a new place after feeling just a bit of relief after returning to his original body was getting old pretty quickly. It definitely didn’t help that Rantaro’s last two switches happened to be girls -- he was already pretty careful that no one misunderstood his intentions in his regular body so having to explain away things when he was stuck in someone else’s body was just another issue entirely. For a long moment, Rantaro just continued to lay in this person’s bed, slightly afraid to see if his latest switch was with another girl. But, he wasn’t the only person who was dealing with stuff like this and no doubt, the other was probably worried about the state of their own body. It was just a temporary switch anyway... the both of them would make it through the day or days. 

Come to think of it, this place also looked familiar too. It wasn’t anything super familiar or instantly recognizable like Kaede’s wardrobe, but he wasn’t entirely unsure of things like he was with Rise. He was getting used to the ground being closer to his face versus how it was normally too with these switches, so walking over to the mirror and looking at the different face staring back at him was just about the only thing he could do. Ah, it was the guy he delivered bread to a while back! More importantly, he was a guy! That made changing into clothes and getting ready to make the second trip over to his own place again a lot easier. Though... this guy was pretty weak, wasn’t he? His stamina was depleting a lot faster than it did normally and well, everything just felt so much heavier than usual. Running across the street felt like a herculean task after making the long trek over.

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Sou!

You’ll be staying in HOUSE 108!

You’ll be given a cute scarf.

Enjoy your stay!

They’ll all be dropped for you! Take care, too!

FE:3H starters  /  prompts ( accepting ) // @shinuso

“ ah —– how can you say that, sou ? ”  she questions, exasperated that he would express his doubts this way. she relished every moment they spent together, more so when doing particular creative hobbies; this one involving paper, crayons and their own imaginations. she hasn’t spent much time indulging in the arts, so her drawings are not much distinguishable from that of a mere child’s. 

abigail drops her current colors and picks up her sheet from the table, showing it off to her companion in demonstration, “ i’m not holding back, see ? ”

“ —– hm ? ”  she whips her head towards the call of her name, spoken in a tone so familiar and warm. her lips part to return the greeting, but was cut off by the gasp that escapes her when something is wrapped around her neck. a look of surprise shapes her gaze, before she looks down at the long wrapping. small digits peek out from the long sleeves of her dress and run down the soft fabric of what appeared to be a scarf —– oh, what a cute kitty-cat face it had etched on, and were those little feet and whiskers ?

how adorable.

abigail smiles brightly, her cheeks flushing pink. christmas was not a holiday celebrated back in salem. fears of sin and straying away from god’s word during celebration made for strict observation. it was through chaldea that was she able to experience the holiday spirit in its entirety and experience the gift of giving. however, little did she think presents would arrive here in this city of lost souls too. 

* SOFT FAMILY THINGS  ( accepting. ) || @shinuso

“ —— oh, thank you, sou ! ”  she hurried over to his side with a bow, a hairbrush in hand and a bounce in her step. she was having some difficulty setting the speckled black and orange bows into her hair and was thankful for his offer. with arms outstretched she offers sou the items and then turns around, a digit pointing to where the clips should go.