#timburriisms

                                            ❝ --- And people are alright with this? ❞

          There he goes again, amazed at the other’s story. They were different, extremely different. They coaxed the appearance of an animal, with fur and brightly colored eyes. And yet still they walked and talked like humans, and their intelligence rose above that of any animal that da Vinci had ever studied or dissected. Meeting one of these creatures was extremely fascinating.

          He was creating boxes and circles in the corner of a papyrus page. A feather pen quickly begins to sketch out the body of the figure before him -- starting with simple shapes. More squares for the face and the torso, and yet circles and straight lines for the rest. He was so intent, so focused, so curious. Truly, Leonardo had the mind of a genius, and it was at work.

Honestly, if there was something he tended to DISLIKE of such a good job, outside of working with various spices and substances that WHO KNOWS WHAT WERE THEY MADE OF  (things of working as a BARISTA and stuff),  there wasn’t nothing much more  n i g h t m a r i s h  than having to spend a turn alone, without your boss or co-workers checking on you, helping you with the customers  ...  Yes, he could take things EASIER when nobody was watching over his shoulder, BUT HE HAD TWICE THE WORK TO DO NOW.

                           A sigh of RELAXATION left the sextuplet’s lips as he opened the back-door to the alley right besides the café, stepping outside.  For the love of Akatsuka-sensei, HE NEEDED SOME FRESH AIR; having a job kept you -- TRAPPED IN ONE SINGLE PLACE FOR  H O U R S,  he had to take advantage of the one single moment he had where no customers needed to be served  (and if he saw anyone entering in the building he would just RUSH back to the counter, no biggie).

He was about to pull his phone out of his uniform’s pocket, but the sound of small steps rushing into that alley and the sight of a young girl CASUALLY HIDING BEHIND THE CAFE’S METALLIC DOOR distracted him from doing so, seeing a group of kids passing by at the same hurried pace seconds later  (LOOKS LIKE THEY HAD MISSED HER) ...

                              Okay -- WHAT DID JUST HAPPEN ??

༺ Holy shit this kid was savage. Blinking slightly in surprise at her answer, head tilting to the side as he watched her slowly begin to awake, he couldn’t help the slightest grin growing on his face. Shrugging at her, a slight laugh escaping him his eyes lightened up slightly. A foot reaching out, and nudging her, he nodded his head.

           ❝ Clever, kid. It’s called a sleeping problem though. ‘Sides this face is the                   best there ever is. Maybe you need an eye check too. Go see a                  doctor or something. ❞

☭┇      ❝ You’re mine now, okay? All Russia’s. So no worries. I take good care of you, da?  ❞

          Arms are out stretched, as if offering a hug to the other. Russia has claimed him. It doesn’t matter what he wants now. He is Russia and he gets what he wants. He will protect him and be good to him. Just like how he was with the Allies.

[呪われた]➥        ❝Um,❞ It was taking everything within him not to touch them. But those ears were just so....amazing. Squeezable. Touchable.  ❝Hello...!❞ Start with the basics. Get your mind off them.  ❝Know any good....ears around here?❞ Abort abort!!

It was rare for Kalahan to leave the nocturnal district, usually when he was in Constantia he stayed home in Necropolis. But today he’d agreed to meet up with a contact outside of Necropolis and while he was out he thought he’d take the time to actually explore more of the capitol a little bit. He was sitting at a cafe out front the ever infamous Constantine High staring up at it. He’d heard a good bit about it, one of his informants spoke of the school as though it’d hung the moon itself.

// kather’s a gay pass it on