#spiralcursed

Incorrect Quotes || Forever Accepting this, okay?

Your prompt: Shuichi: Kiomi and I were crossing the street, and this dude drove by and honked at us Kirei: *Sighing* What did Kiomi do? Shuichi: They chased him to the next red light, then reached into his window and... Kiomi: Who wants a steering wheel?

Your prompt: Kiomi: Hey, it's your turn to wash dishes. Ms. Fuchi: I'LL WASH THE WALLS RED WITH YOUR BLOOD. Kiomi: 'Kay, but before that, wash the dishes, also use soap this time?

--  " Binzo! "

The tall man marched to his son's cage, holding one of his voodoo dolls on his hand. Its head seemed to be missing, and there were a few bite marks all over the doll. Of course, this is exactly what he gets for letting a child like Binzo run loose around the haunted attraction for a bit. But he had to let his son get out from time to time, as much of a pain his abomination can be, deep down he's proud of his son! 

But not right now.

Kneeling down, he showed the other the doll. His smile not fading, and he tried to not sound too aggressive. It was clear that he wasn’t...Too happy with the damage. 

「 ★ 」   ⋮   Ｖ Ｉ Ｃ Ｔ Ｉ Ｍ ．   ⋮  ━━     He's   had   this   image   of   what   BIG   KIDS   were   in   his   mind.   Stronger,   older   kids   who   were   so   much   smarter,   so   much   braver,   so   much   more   powerful   ...   and   certainly   something   to   be   ADMIRED.   He   never   sees   the   big   kids   cry   or   wallow   in   their   own   despair.   

             HE'D   NEVER   BE   LIKE   THEM.

             Today,   he   would   see   something   that   would   break   that   image.

                It   had   been   one   of   the   luckier   days;   the   days   when   the   bigger   kids   were   too   busy   messing   around   with   the   arcade   machines   to   remember   to   LOCK   HIM   IN.   He   was   able   to   get   out.   What   should   he   do   after   that   ?   The   child   hadn't   quite   made   a   decision   ...   and   he   wouldn't   get   to   once   he   saw   ANOTHER   GIRL.

                She   was   what   Riley   would   call   a   '   big   kid   '   ...   but   there   was   something   DIFFERENT   about   this   big   kid.   This   big   kid   didn't   ...   look   as   happy   as   the   others.   The   empty   gaze   in   her   eyes,   the   thin,   almost   sickly   frame   she   possessed   ...   she   almost   looked   like   ...

                '   ...   What   ?   '

「 ★ 」   ⋮    Ａ Ｎ Ａ Ｔ Ｈ Ｅ Ｍ Ａ．   ⋮  ━━   Across   his   face   does   his   smile   turn   to   a   frown;   the   drawing   lowering   as   his   hands   did.   The   art   was   nothing   extraordinary   for   a   CHILD.   He   just   thought   how   wonderful   it   would   have   been   to   draw   himself   and   his   doll   !   The   doll   was   the   only   FAMILY   he   had   after   all.

                Upon   the   paper   was   a   crayon   scrawling   of   himself   and   his   doll;   adorned   with   hearts,   stars,   and   little   SPIRALS.   He   thought   it   was   nice   ...   so   why   did   this   lady   show   some   distaste   ?

                '   ...   You   don't   like   it   ?   '

WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME IT WAS OFFICIAL LOVE ON DOVE DAY I HAVE NOT GIVEN ENOUGH HUGS

-- Upon noticing a familiar face, he was quick to notice that she was beginning to have a panic attack, and he was no stranger to it. Although he doesn't know a lot about her, he doesn't want others to suffer the same way he did. Running towards her, he kneeled down to try to reassure that she's going to be alright. What was she even scared of?

Shuichi looked to where he thought she was looking at, and all he could see was nothing much of interests, and a snail. Could it be that snail? Perhaps she might have a really bad bug phobia of some sort. Well, he couldn't really blame her if that were the case, and he isn't really one to judge on people's phobias like that.

   " H-Hm? Ah-! S-Sure uhm- "

Of course, he was still socially awkward even in a situation like this. His cheeks flushed to a shade of pink as he slowly extended his hand and held hers. When was the last time he's ever held someone's hand? He's never really had anyone ask him for favors like this, and he really doesn't want to just say no. It felt like she needed some sort of comfort, and if holding his hand might help, then she can hold his hand all day if she wants.