#sinofavarice

to: ban from: blonde little dino boy from next door

[TXT]: ok sir hhappy halloween here i am having a VERY NICE story for u

[TXT]: it is a little wee spoopy and i am suuuuure u will 2 cry!

[TXT]: ok

[TXT]: So ur with ur honey and yur making out wen the phone rigns. U anser it n the vioce is “wut r u doing wit my daughter?” U tell ur girl n she say “my dad is ded”.

Halloween was right around the corner, and something told him that a little decorating would be fun. Izaya's dormitory was a little... scorched at the moment, unfortunately, hence Laito's beeline towards his own dormitory. A few bags' worth of decor (and maybe a costume or two, not everything in Laito's shopping list was... well, child-safe) counted towards its contents. It wasn't every day where he splurges like this without the "guidance" from his "dear" old father. Oh well!

to: banstard from: NEUN SEPTEMBER

[TXT]: hey

[TXT]: look i found a pic of me on my phone idk where it came from but look

[TXT]: loooook

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A scowl presented itself on the face of Noin September. This was nothing new, he was either jubilant with pride or downright livid at any given moment. However, this very scowl was not one of annoyance, rather absolute rage. It didn't work, he thought, as he straightened out his more childlike features and squeezed his eyes. How was he to appear scary in front of the man who gladly left his corpse in the rubble?

"Banstard," he huffed, his tongue stuck out as if hed been shoveled fresh elephant droppings. Ban didn't know who he was, his worth, his rank-- how feared he was back home! People feared him because of his power, an asset the demon had no access to at the moment. It made everything ten times harder, alright. Noin tries a smirk, but decides it looked too cocky. Perfect. Cocky is scary, right? Pretty evil, isn't it?

Not only was the fuckbear after revenge, he was after his gloves as well-- he never took them off, washing them in flowery cotton detergent whilst still wearing them (he'd swear it felt soft, but it burned his hands a lot, it was obvious). His scars were nothing short of disgusting, disfiguring, painful to look at-- the rot had gotten so much darker as well. Ban was going down, unless he favored the peaceful option of simply handing the fluffy, furry gloves back. Flight or fight.

Noin had been watching the Banstard for quite some time, to the point where he pieced together a makeshift routine. At this time, Ban would be in one particular corridor, heading for the beach-- it was all too simple.

   If there was anything good about this absolutely dreadful island, it was the greenhouse. With flora of all types lining the vicinity, the young girl felt right at home. Amidst the varying aromas which permeate throughout her surroundings alike, light steps could be heard as the young girl made her way around the plant house. White tuffs sway at the tilt of a head, the bubbling of intrigue in response to the beautiful evergreen. A warm smile spread across porcelain features as she carefully plucked a bit of rosemary from a nearby bush and tenderly put the buds into her apron pocket.

   A slow, careful walk turned into a skip as she made her way through the ins and outs of the island. Maybe now her dorm would feel a little bit more like home! All different ideas surrounding the newly found flora bounced around inside her head. Being so excited to get back to her room, she hadn’t noticed the person in her direct path. Hitting them with a bang, she ended up on the ground before she knew it. Gasps escaped her mouth as all of the beautiful petals fell back to the earth. She started to tear up as she watched all of her hard work then go to waste. Sitting on the dirty ground of the outside, she spoke barely above a whisper.

♞.   Blue hues lightened as the world dulled, the once enlightened world dimming into the nothingness as a crescent shaped object took its shift after the sun advanced into its momentary slumber. Shadows lingered among the corners of the academy, minuscule noises resonating from afar. A vibe of eeriness succumbed the male. No loiterers seemed to be in his peripheral vision, only those that scampered into the darkness were seen. Suspicion inflicted throughout his body; why were the others plastered aloft the shadows? To arouse an uneasiness feeling? Alas it did not strike the commander that he had thrown himself into a dangerous position by taking the particular route. 

A steady pace overwhelmed the male, venturing deeper into the darkness. The emptiness of the location was as anticipated, nowadays many preferred not to be out in the open. The sole reason on why the blond decided to linger was mainly due to a feeling of uncertainty; was there another person taking the same route? Noises of minuscule footsteps sounded in the distance, circular optics widened in fear upon hearing the abrupt sound. The vibe of the atmosphere transitioned into one with uneasiness and anticipation as a shadow scrambled confidently into the light.

An endless void lingered aloft him, the continuous motion of reminders to be weary of his surroundings. The lone portrait of the unknown other continued to linger midst the dusk until it shifted, directing itself towards the location of the blond. The priorities that once burdened him, gone, within mere milliseconds. Only to sense worry and anxiousness. A blurry vision turned into one consisting the highest definition upon sighting a taller male one deemed to hold the title of complete intimidation, muscles proudly bulging out of the other's body. A sneer plastered the male's face, sharp teeth bared. Erwin would have preferred to avoid the particular though it was inevitable as it seems.

Resuming the same pace though instead altering his path into the direction of the other, some might question why was the man approaching a stranger who might even be capable of killing him? Momentum was gradually rising by the second, reaching closer and closer. The once feared eyes soon transformed into ones of confidence, as he was only a merely a few centimeters away until he gazed into the crimson eyes that shun in the darkness. Words cannot describe the sensation that bubbled within, he was being worked up over the person who attacked him a few days ago-- it wasn't right.

Vocables of consisting of false monotone yet hinting a minuscule amount of hesitation, ❝I believe that approaching another isn't the wisest idea especially when the pair are in two entirely different teams yet something attracted me towards you. Nevertheless you deem to be loitering in my patrol area, leaving your devilish appearance aside, I'm going to ask you a simple question: why are you here?❞