#sukareo

It had been awhile since the other bought him that plushie. But to him it was something that was special. Nagi hadn't thought that Rin would be someone who would buy something like that for someone. So, the fact that the other had done it for him? He wanted to keep it. "Yeah, I do." Nagi looks up at the other, blinking in confusion at him. "Why, would I throw it away?" He wasn't one that would do that sort of thing. At least not when it came to someone buying it for him. Especially when they didn't have to do so.

The kaiju toy was something that he wanted to make sure stayed together. If it ended up breaking, he'd be a bit upset over it. There was no way he was about to toss it away just like that.

[ TXT ] : neighbor from upstairs

[ TXT ] : i have your package.

Doctor Who || Accepting

He thought they were long past this... tension between them. He thought Rin had gotten over whatever it was that made him get like this. Isagi was honestly over it at this point that whenever Rin started on him, he just didn't bother replying, or if he did, he'd do it in such a way that the other male wouldn't just start biting his head off.

It seemed, though, that today Rin was in a downright foul mood. And that meant Isagi was going to be dealing with his shit. He'd really love to know what set Rin off this time, especially with those words.

here’s the charm about illusions: you can almost believe them.

it takes practice, a wild current of willpower to deceive oneself better than false replications, and perhaps that’s the trick of it: what is true and what is a lie? who’s to decide what the fabric of reality truly feels like under the touch? it’s a role reserved only for the strongest, that’s what he believes.

mukuro presses their palms flat against each other, sensing - believing that he is - the warmth that passes through leather gloves, pouring like hot liquid until something melts inside his ribcage. it’s all sorts of familiar: he’s felt it when victory is close, when the first breath of wind caught in his lungs after escaping the endless, pearl-white corridors of the facility in which they kept him and the rest. it had rained earlier that day, so the damp feeling stuck for days after that, shriveled skin and muddied feet.

it’s at that moment that he realizes he’s smiling. something mirrored in kyoya’s eyes, something that makes it harder to break away from the curious digits curling around his own. mukuro locks their gazes, narrowing the space in-between, “shyness doesn’t suit you, all things considered. although your fangs have long since been plucked out, i did always enjoy seeing you struggle to protect your dignity.”

hibari kyoya must think himself stronger than they’d last been, ten years ago. the moment mukuro’s words leave his mouth, he’s pulled closer and his collar is clased around a tight fist. it’s a thorny encounter, of sorts, but he welcomes it, for lack of anything better to do. a smirk tugs at mukuro’s lips - this temper… is endearing. 

his free hands lifts to tangle a loose strand of ink-black hair.

“see? that’s much better.”

quiet. you press a finger to the sender's lips and tell them to be patient.

                    𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘢   𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵   𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦   𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨   the   finger   that's   swiftly   pressed   to   his   lips   to   stop   him   from   yapping,   but   opts   against   it   —   pouting   instead,   exaggerating   the   expression   to   the   maximum,   so   rin   knows   the   other   one   is   upset   for   being   told   what   to   do.

                    besides,   patient?   him?   the   squirrel   on   crack   whose   mind   is   constantly   buzzing   with   neverending   flow   of   thoughts,   new   ideas   and   colors   and   sounds   and   hallucinations???

                    with   eyes   narrowed   and   furrowed   brows,   meguru   finally   takes   a   step   back,   only   to   grin   mischievously   after.

                    ❝   aww,   come   on,   rin   -   chan!   i   wanna   know!   tell   me   tell   me   tell   me   tell   me!!   ❞

a hand gently cards its finger through those soft blond locks, leaning down to give a chaste kiss on his lips. " Come to the room after you finished with your show. "

Christmas was always a weird time of the year for Ryusei. His hatred for Santa always played a big part during the holiday, which only took the demon's mood and crushed it under his fat, jolly ass. Ugh, the thought alone made his eyes roll. Thankfully, the apartment held no festive décor what so ever. Hell, no one could probably tell it was even Christmas around here. Sae-chan had a bit of a more minimalist aesthetic to maintain, and that could clearly be seen clearly with this Feng Shui happening around here.

Nevertheless, Ryusei didn't mind. He never minded when it came to Sae-chan, especially when he was apparently dropping presents in his lap. Like a stork with a baby. Fuchsia irises trained on the pastel pink lining the bag --- a choice dedicated to him and him alone. Blonde brows quirked, a cheeky little smirk tainting his lips as his head craned back against the couch. There he was, the love of his life.

" --- For me? Oooh, Sae-chan ya' shouldn't have! " His response was genuine as fingers immediately dove into the bag. Sketchbooks and more bulk art supplies met him first. Lord knows he was running out of pages in his current sketchbook. Art supplies was always a need, too. He dove deeper and saw some of his favorite snacks in here, too. How sweet of Sae-chan for remembering that he really liked those blue Takis that they'd had overseas once before. And the last thing that caught his eye, aside from everything else, was a little black box. One of those thin fancy ones that rich folks usually give as gifts. Deft fingers snatched the box from the bag, quickly pulling the lid off to see a black leather choker neatly packed in it. Of course --- Ryusei loved to accessorize, and Sae-chan knew his tastes all too well. What caught his eye though, was the green gemstone that sat on the front of it. Not too gaudy, it was just right. Minimalist, yes?

Ryusei didn't even acknowledge the hand carding through his messy, lazy day bed head. He was too busy picking the choker up to admire it quietly, both hands holding it and examining it --- only to see the lettering engraved in the back of it. The part that would sit right against his throat. An S and an I. SI. Sae's initials ; which funnily enough, also read as yes in Spanish. The thought made the demon snort. But, it didn't make him miss those fingers tracing his jaw, tilting his head back just to plant a chaste kiss against his lips --- which he returned instantly.

Boot-clad feet crunched against the soft gravel underfoot while Enjin almost mindlessly made his way towards his destination. He knew exactly where he was going, and WHO exactly he was meeting up with. Lit cigarette balanced between his lips, he was still in absolutely no hurry. Even when the rain started, which only made the male huff smoke through his nose in annoyance. He didn't THINK it even rained around these parts anymore, considering the last time he'd ever witnessed such weather. Begrudgingly, Enjin shifted his shoulder as he continued walking, followed by the gentle ' whoosh ' of Umbreaker opening to shield him from the rain. Can't be getting soggy before the party starts.

Turning a corner, the Cleaner was just a block away from his destination --- which was in sight due to empty streets. A figure could be seen man-standing there like some statue on the sidewalk. Golden eyes squinted a bit. Enjin knew immediately who it was, even at this distance with that silhouette of his. So, instead of standing there gawking at a distance, he made a slight haste in his approach now. Why the hell was he just hanging out here in the rain? Looking like some wet blanket that needed to hang out to dry.