#supercililxus

You’re not like the others around you. Oh no, you’re so much more. Creativity drips from your fingers in rivers as stars shine like emeralds in your eyes. Make them see your worth, create until you DROP, make the world marvel in awe at the paint you’ve spilled from your veins and the words that overflow from your mouth ‘cause baby---

     ❝ I apologize if this seems sudden, but I am unfamiliar with this area –– or Morioh in general. If I were to attempt returning to the city limits, I would surely get lost. Would you be against me following you? ❞ He could bring out Hierophant to scout, but the humanoid Stand was... funny when it came to water... or moisture in general. He would rather walk blindly with another human than deal with annoyed chattering in his ear for an hour. 

✵ In retrospect, he should’ve done this much earlier. Mikitaka was always in search of knowledge or - at the very least - understanding of human culture. Their society was enthralling and he wanted to be more a part of this world, but the more he stayed on Earth the more he realized this was no easy task. He’d searched for lessons wherever he could; from mimicking behaviors to outright asking all that he failed to comprehend. Alas, his usual companions were getting a bit tired of his naiveté. At times the answers were vague and curt, hardly serving to clear his doubts.

At which moment Mikitaka realized he was searching for answers in the wrong places. 

It was a bold move, packed with all the usual blunt sincerity which the alien applied to all he did. Up the porch he climbed, step by step, to pause by the very door of one familiar mangaka. Not that the man might be all too familiar with him; in their most memorable meeting, Hazekura had been disguised. Maybe it’d be better if he not mention that event.

[TEXT] I can probably do something about your heel problem 

✿ As he draws closer, Mio takes a swift step back. “No, that’s not it. It’s just that you’re... unusually chipper today. Is everything alright?”    This man was nothing like the Rohan she knew; Mr. Kishibe was a sour and prickly man, he kept everyone at an arm’s length and would often scowl at others - so why was he smiling like that?

               ▒▒ chirp. chirp. chirp. it was the easiest sign that it was a rather sunny, warm day in morioh. day had broke hours before, and reimi was out and about. it was an unusual sight ( nevermind her having been presumed dead. ) she never traveled out toward noon. only because she always attempted to travel out right at day break. she was later than usual, today. her body screamed with every movement, breathing becoming ever so painful with every passing second. despite the changes to her body, she was still very much human. she would crave many things, and even fall ill if she didn’t look after herself properly. she just needed to make it to the pharmacy, and to find some decent cough medicine. in and out, before anyone could ever recognize her. that was supposed to be the plan, at least.

The devil.